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harrietwritesstuff · 1 year
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Pairing: CEO! Chris Evans x reader
Warning: smut, language, pussy slapping, dub-con, video recording (with permission), fucking, no protection is used.
It was so wrong. You were lusting after your boss. But who can blame you, he was handsome as hell. When he makes eye contact with you, you feel like you might drown in his ocean blue eyes.
All your wet dreams were about him. You would think about him while touching yourself. It felt so wrong but not wrong enough to stop yourself from thinking of him.
You watched Chris walk in in his dark blue suit. He nodded at Amanda, the receptionist who greeted him. You handed him a cup of black coffee as you always do. You start to read his schedule for the day.
"You have meetings with the Smiths in 2 hours." You announced as he took his place in his chair.
You placed a set of files in front of him.
"You need to sign these." You said.
"What are these?"
"Documents regarding the two publishing houses you are buying. "
He removed his jacket and hung it in behind his chair. He removed his tie and kept it on his table. He unbuttoned his first two buttons and rolled up his sleeves. He was so fucking hot. You tried your best not to drool.
You bent a bit down to turn the page as he signed. He took sips of his coffee. You felt the room temperature drop.
He placed the emptied cup on the table and closed the pen cap as he finished signing the documents.
You checked the time it was 9:50 am.
"The meeting is in 1 hour. We have to leave so we can reach there in time." You reminded him.
"Okay. " He said, getting up. He adjusted his sleeves and buttoned back his shirt. He took his jacket and tie and put it on.
"Okay?" He asked you, referring to his outfit. You noticed his tie was a bit crooked.
"Umm…it's a bit crooked."
He looked down to check it. Your hands involuntarily went for the tie to fix it. He kept looking at you as you fixed his tie, especially your lips. He was so tempted to kiss you.
"Thanks." He said.
"You are welcome. We should head to the meeting."
You both headed to the meeting. The meeting was pretty boring to be honest. Chris didn't like the idea the client was proposing you could see in his eyes. He was as bored as you. He was scribbling something down on his notes.
"So do we have a deal?" The client asked Chris as he finished his presentation explaining what he had in mind.
"No. I think your plan needs a little more upgrade. It is boring and cliche. Now stop wasting my time. leave." Chris said, and got up from his place. You rolled your eyes at his rudeness. And he noticed it but he pretended like he didn't.he clenched his jaw.
Time passed and the evening had come. You were ready to leave the office and head home.
“y/n.” Chris called out for you.
“ Yes, sir.”
“There is a charity event happening tonight. I want you to accompany me.”
“I have work to do at home.”
“You’ll accompany me as my date. Do as I say or I'll fire you.”
“Okay sir.” you said in defeat. “Motherfucker.” you whispered under your breath.
“What was that?”
“Nothing. I said okay sir.”
“Good girl. Now go get ready. I'll pick you up from your house around 7pm.”
“Is there any specific dress code for this event?”
“Yeah, wear something black.”
“Okay, I'll see you later.”
As soon as you headed back home you hunted down your closet searching for the perfect dress to wear. You found a dress. It was v necked with a long slit on your left side revealing your leg completely. You picked out a matching pair of footwear for it. 1 hour later you were ready and it was 7.
Just like he said Chris was waiting for you in front of your house with his black rolls- royce ghost.
*chris pov*
Holy fucking shit. Oh my fucking god. Holy mother of jesus. What the shit. How can a person look this damn good? I just love everything about her except for the fact that she is not mine yet. You gotta note the keyword ‘yet’. Cause I'm not going home tonight without making her mine.
y/n looked perfect in that black dress she is wearing right now. I opened the passenger seat door for her and helped her get in. Then I climbed onto the driver seat. I picked out the bouquet of flowers I bought for her and handed it to her. Her face brightened up.
“sir , you didn't have it.”
“Call me Chris. We are not in our workplace anymore.”
“Okay…Chris.”
My hands brushed her leg while I was operating the gear. First time it was an accident but the rest was not an accident at all. She let out gasps each time it happened and I was addicted to the sound of it. I would record and listen to it all day long.
“Chris, stop the car.” y/n said. I pulled the car into a dark street. It was so empty.
“What happened? Are you alright?” I was concerned for her suddenly. Was she not feeling well all of a sudden?
“I’m alright. What are you doing?”
“What am I doing?” I'm confused now.
“Yeah, with your whole ‘hand brushing my leg accidently’ thing? What are you doing?” she whispered the last part.
“I don't know. what do you think, y/n?”
“I think you want me, Chris.”
“I think you might be right.” I said , holding her chin while my thumb brushed her lips.
“I think we should kiss then.” she said. We were not in our seats anymore. We were in the backseat making out passionately. She was on lap grinding on my hard on. My hands were gripped tightly on her hips. My lips moved down her neck. She threw back her head, moaning.
I threw her beside me and knelt before her. I spread her legs and pushed her dress aside. She was fucking soaked. She was dripping through her inner.
She lifted her hips making it easier for me to remove her panties. I kept it inside my pocket. I kissed all over her inner thigh. I stroked her wet pussy and watched her whimper under my touch.
“Chris,kiss me.” she moaned in heat.
“No darling. I wanna see you touch yourself.”
“No, I want you to touch me.”
“Please do it for me.”
“Fine.” she said, reaching down but grabbed her hands stopping her.
“Also one more request. I wanna take a video. And I promise it will be safe with me and you if you want. No one will see it.”
“Okay.” she said. I thought she would say no and slap me in the face for asking. But I guess I am a lucky man.
I took my iphone out of my pocket and kept my phone ready. I started the recording as slipped her sleeves off her shoulder revealing her boobs. My fucking god. I want to take those nipples between my teeth and assault it all day long.
She rolled her nipples between her fingers looking straight at the camera and then me. Then she winked at me. And I was done. She wins and I lose. I set the phone down in a way it would cover both of us. I removed my pants half way and pulled out my penis. With no warning I mounted over her and pushed myself into her dripping wet opening.
“Chris, move faster.” she demanded.
The car was filled with her moaning, my grunts and the sound of our skin slapping together. The fact the camera was on and recording this whole thing turned me on more than anything.
She finished by coming all over my dick. I was about to pull out.
"Finish inside me. I'm on birth control." She said.
I picked up my pace. Her eyes rolled back. I slapped her pussy hard.
"Aahhh" she moaned in pain and pleasure.
"Why did you do that?"
"For rolling your eyes on me this morning." Her eyes wided. She thought I didn't notice but I noticed every single thing about her.
And I slapped again.
"Fuck what was that for?"
"For calling me a motherfucker."
I filled her inside with my cum. I pulled out of her. I kissed her boobs. I pulled my pants up and zipped it. I kissed her pussy which was now dripping wet from mine and her cum. I licked it clean. She pulled me up and kissed me. She sucked my tongue.
"Oh my my. I like how we taste together." She remarked.
"I know right."
I took the phone and stopped the recording. I took a pic of her boobs and pussy. She put back her dress properly, stealing away her best view from me.
"I would like to have panties back."
I took it out of my pocket and smelled it. She smells divine. I thought of giving it back but not anymore. I put it back inside my pocket.
"You aren't getting it back anytime soon."
"Chris, the panty stealer." She commented, with a fake gasp and laughing. I started laughing along with her.
We got back to our seats. And I started the car. We talked and got to know about each other on our way there. After ½ hour of driving to our destination we reached it.
I got out of the car and opened the door for y/n. She stumbled once she got on her feet. I helped her to stand steadily. We exchanged a mischievous smile. We were having flashbacks of what happened in the car.
We both walked into the party.
"Chris." She whispered looking at the crowd.
"What?"
"Did you lie about the dress code so you could match with me?" I looked down at my black suit and the colorful crowd.
"I think i might've."
We both stared at each other and burst out laughing.
"God, I think I like you so much." She said.
"I think I like you so much too."
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rogersevans · 2 years
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Enchanted III
Summary: You didn't expect filling in for your colleague would have the most successful man in Boston besotted with you.
18+ Content below the cut, Minors DNI
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The VIP Section looked like what you imagined any VIP part of a high-end club looked like. Quieter. More Elegant. The entire bar had an industrial feel to it, but the upper section was a classier version of that. The more expensive alcohol safely stored behind the bar, a purple back light subtly casting a soft overglow above it. The tables had a glass top, the floor was a cherry oak hard wood flooring and significantly less sticky than the floor downstairs.  
The music wasn’t as loud in this section you’d noticed, being able to hear everyone’s conversations more clearly. Not missing how someone cleared their throat behind you softly, making you spin a little quickly causing you to blink up at the brown eyed stranger from earlier.  
“Here, you look like you could use it.” Extending the hand that was holding a shot glass filled with what you could only guess was vodka due to the lack fo colour. Cautiously, you eyed the man up before taking the glass from him and lifting it to your nose instantly- yup definitely vodka. 
“You’re supposed to drink it. Not sniff it.” He couldn’t help but laugh as he watched you recoil at the smell. 
“What kind of psychopath shots pure vodka?” 
“Well, you looked like you needed it after what happened down there. But I can take it, if you can’t handle it-” 
“Who said I can’t handle it?” Your eyes narrowing in on him, suddenly remembering where you recognised him from.  
Anthony Mackie.  
You’d read about him. The tamer one out of the trio. The one to reel in the other men when things got out of hand. Known for his firm but fair approach when dealing with the business. Until you ticked him off, you’d heard horror stories of how bad business deals that had gone wrong resulted in men leaving in body bags or a broken limb or two. His wife had recently had a baby, a little girl, which had seemed to calm him down a lot. Less angry or short-tempered people would say. They’d managed to keep it out of the press for the best part of a year, the world only discovering when they were pictured dropping her off at day care one day. No one outside of his inner circle even knew she was pregnant.  
Your eyes never leaving him as you lifted the small glass to your lips and threw the liquid back, it instantly burning on its way down. Anthony laughed as you spluttered out of a cough, your fist covering your mouth. “See. Piece of cake.” You rasped out between coughs making Anthony laugh even more, his boisterous laugh booming over the music.  
“You’re funny.” He complimented, nodding his head over to the bar. “What you drinking?”  
Before you could open your mouth, Lizzie’s voice could be heard from the other side of the room, her shrill shriek of your name made Anthony retreat to the bar and when you turned to face her, she had that same old worried expression on her face. The wrinkles forming between her brows, her lips stretching into a thin line and her eyes big. Ari trailed closely behind, feeling a little out of place as he shuffled on his feet, refusing to make eye contact with anyone else beside you and Lizzie.  
“What the hell happened? What did he do to you? Did he hurt you? Do I need to hurt him? Heels make a good weapon, one jab in the eye should do him good.” She prattled on, her arms flailing around as she spoke with determination, her eyes dark with anger.  
There was only person in the world who hated Ransom Drysdale as much as you. Lizzie.  
“Liz, calm down!” Your hands grabbing her shoulders and giving them a shake. “I’m fine, he didn’t do anything, Scarlett stopped him, so did Sebastian-” 
“Sebastian?!” She squeaked out, making everyone turn to look at you both- including Sebastian.  
“Alright, calm down.” Ari’s low voice rumbled, his large hand falling to small of Lizzie’s back. “Why don’t we go and get a drink, yeah?” Lizzie shrunk into Ari’s touch, hiding her face in her hands, peeking through her fingers at you and smiling sheepishly.  
“You must be Ari,” you beamed up at the burly man when he leaned down to press a kiss to Lizzie’s temple, instantly calming her, a puff of air pushing past her plump lips.  
“Nice to finally meet you, do you need a drink?”  
“I got her covered, Tarzan.” The new voice suddenly irking you, the feel of his touch had you recoiling at first, taking a small step away from him. You knew who it was without looking, his smooth voice resonating in your ears. Feeling bad for the way Ari’s gaze casted down slightly, guiding Lizzie around you both and heading towards the bar, not missing how Lizzie stared him down with a snarl.  
Chris Evans. 
“You’re so rude.” You grumbled at the blue-eyed man you’d been cursing for the past 48 hours, not daring to make eye contact. 
“Don’t be like that sweetheart-” 
“I told you, don’t call me that.” You snapped, turning to face him and snatching the second drink out of his hand and heading towards the back exit.   
Stepping outside the into the cool night air had goosebumps raising over your skin, your breath clouding in front of you when you breathed out. The sight of the Boston skyline calming you, for the first time tonight you felt comfortable, no crammed feeling of a club, no Ransom, no playful pressure from Lizzie to do shots, no Chris- 
“So, Ransom Drysdale huh?” You heard before you saw him, as he fell into your eye-line stopping to stand next to you, resting his elbows on the railing, looking ahead.  
Drysdale was a surprise to him not remembering seeing his name when he and Jensen looked into you. It bothered him that much that he found himself ringing Jake shortly after Scarlett had rushed off with Anthony and Seb to help you. Despite the hour and his whiny complaining Jake did as he asked, but couldn’t find anything on you and Drysdale. Chris assumed it was just Drysdale being a creep on you in the bar, but he remembered how shaken you were after, downing the shot from Anthony and your shoulders relaxing instantly.  
“Are you stalking me or something?” You spat, sipping on the drink he gave you minutes ago.  
Yes. “Don't flatter yourself princess,” he quipped back, taking a sip from his own drink.  
“How’d you know Drysdale? From what I hear, he’s a bit of a shady character.” The concern that laced his voice made you want to snort out a laugh, but the motion soon fizzled away when you saw the way his jaw ticked at the mention of Ransom.  
“It's not flattery. Your unread texts, unanswered calls and the flowers currently sitting in my sink are proof that you are.” Taking another sip, you watched Chris’s grip against the railing tighten, making his knuckles turn white from the corner of your eye. A smug smile stretching across your lips behind your glass. He took his time answering you, like he waiting for his temper to cool down before speaking. 
“Never pegged you as a roses type of girl.” His jaw still tight when he spoke and his tone cold, making you roll your eyes.  
That pissed him off to. Why can’t you just give him a straight answer? Why aren’t you falling at his feet? Like he is at yours?  
“Can never resist a prick.” Ignoring the way Chris smirked at you, his body now turned to face you and his hip resting against the railing. One thing you couldn’t ignore, how good he looked tonight. The crisp white shirt which had three buttons undone at the top, the sleeves rolled up and it nicely tucked into his black, skinny dress pants. The way the veins in his forearms constricted whenever he moved had you swallowing slowly, his cologne had you dizzy as it clouded your senses.  
Before you knew it, he was looming over you, both of your glasses now resting on the railing as he took another step closer to you. Your entire body shivered when he ran a finger up and down your arm, his other hand coming to lift your chin, making you look at him. You didn’t know if it was the dark night and having the moon as your main source of light, or the alcohol that was currently coursing through you. But you couldn’t stop a small gasp escaping when you looked into his eyes, the blue mesmerising you.  
“Do you need a ride home, princess?” Every fibre of your being should hate the new nickname, it was as demoralising as the first one. Try telling that to the butterflies that erupted every time in your stomach, especially when he rasped it like he just did. That had those butterflies melting and racing down to your panties, your pussy clenching around nothing and dampening the material.
“She’s not going anywhere with you.” Lizzie’s voice snapped you out of the daze he had you in, his hands falling to his sides and allowing you to take a step back only for your best friend to come and stand in front of you, her arms crossed her chest and fowl scowl resting across her brows.  
“Lizzie-” 
“Haven’t you harassed her enough already?” She snapped again, ignoring your attempts to move her or calm her down.  
“It’s just a ride home, a peace offering.” Chris tried to reason, seemingly unbothered by her attitude, carding his fingers through his hair and shoving the other hand in his pant pocket. 
“Peace offering my ass.” His response had her snorting and shaking her head. You had to agree with her there. “Was getting her suspended a peace offering? Or a message?” Her eyes now narrowing towards the towering brunette, unphased by who he was or the power he held. It went quiet and the air between you three became thick, both Chris and Lizzie staring each other down like it was a contest- was this a staring contest.  
“Ok, this is ridiculous.” Moving around the blonde you came to stand between them, clicking your fingers at Chris. “Blink! What are you, five?” Chris slowly blinked and Lizzie smirked but that disappeared quickly when you narrowed your eyes in on her. “Go find Ari, I’m fine.”  
Lizzie knew that tone, she’d been on the receiving end of it many times before, especially when it came to Ransom. She had a habit of inserting herself into situations, out of love, to protect you.  
After what felt a few minutes of silence, just the sound of Chris shuffling on his feet as you felt him move closer to you, his hand planted against the railing behind you. “You don’t leave this club without me attached to your hip, you got it?” Her green eyes flicking to Chris and narrowing in on him when she noticed how close he was to you. “I mean it.” Her index finger now pointing at you.  
“Yes, you got it Olsen. We arrive together,” 
“We leave together.” You both said, heat tinting your cheeks at the cheesy mantra you’d both created after a night where you had a run in with a creepy guy during girls' night.  
“Good.” She beamed at you, “when you’re ready to leave you come and find me.” Her smile fell and turned into a scowl when she looked up at Chris, making you stifle a giggle and Chris could’ve sworn his heart fluttered at the sound of it. He didn’t know what the meant but he knew one thing, he would do anything to hear it again, wanting nothing more than to be the one making you giggle as he whispered cheesy jokes into your ear.  
The thought alone made his knees turn to jelly, making him weak.  
Chris cleared his throat, watching Lizzie retreat back into the bar and only spoke once she disappeared. “Your friends are... protective.” He then moved his gaze back down to you, watching as you turned back to face the view of Boston, your hands resting on top of the railing.  
He couldn’t stop his heart from beating a little faster when he realised you hadn’t moved away from him, his breath hitching slightly at the thought.  
“You could say that.” A breathy laugh caused more foggy breath to gather.  
“That because of Drysdale?” He couldn’t help himself, he needed to know, it was a constant itch he had and it wasn’t going away until he found out your history with that asshole.  
He watched as your eyes fluttered closed, your head nodding slowly.  
“Huh, ex?” He probed, finding himself wanting to know how far he could push you with this.  
You nodded again. “Ex who doesn’t understand heavy hints or boundaries.” It was Chris’s turn to laugh this time, it was small and quiet but it made your chest bloom with a warmth nonetheless. 
“What happened?”  
“God, you’re a nosey bastard, aren’t you.” Shaking your head, a coy smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “Isn’t that he’s my ex enough information for you?” Turning your head to look up at him, your breath hitching when you realised how close he was, noses almost touching.  
Chris’s hand fell to the small of your back, his head shaking as he took his bottom lip between his teeth. “I can’t help myself. I need to know everything about you, Princess.” Another step closer, his pecs now brushing against your shoulder through his shirt. “You’re like this... drug to me. Everything about you,” you watched his throat bob, “drives me crazy.”  
“We dated,” you suddenly squeaked out, effected by his admission, your legs becoming wobbly at the thought of being so close to him. Head dizzy at the thought of him obsessing over you. It was an intoxicating feeling, something you’ve never experienced with anyone. Not even Ransom. “For five years,” you took a step back, needing some space between you both, Chris’s hand falling from your back and you found yourself wanting to chase his touch, missing it.  
Five years and there’s nothing about you both? Chris found himself asking in his head.  
“But it didn’t end well, didn’t really start that well either. I found him in bed with another women, the biggest cliché way to find out.” Waving your hand dismissing the memory, not wanting to dwell on it. “So, on my way out I slashed the tyres of his vintage, one of a kind, 1972 BMW.” A wide grin now taking over, no matter how many years pass that memory will always fill you with pride.  
Chris mirrored your grin, his heart now slamming against his ribs at the view of your smile. This was the first time he’d seen it and he knew he wanted it to be the last thing he saw at the end of every day.  
“Morning!” Lizzie beamed the next morning as you stumbled into your kitchen, not phased to find her sat at the breakfast bar. Your mind still fizzy from the alcohol and shots you put away last night. 
Your conversation with Chris had been cut short last night by Scarlett dragging you back in for a round of shots. But you didn’t miss how he lingered close by, keeping a watchful eye on you. Something you found incredibly annoying at first, but the more drunk you got the more comfortable you became around him.  
“You know,” Lizzie started once she realised, she wasn’t going to get a reply from you. “It was so nice of Sebastian to let us stay in the VIP section with them last night.” She sighed dreamily, making you snort with your back to her as you poured ourself a coffee.  
“You’re only saying that because you didn’t pay for a single drop of alcohol last night,” turning to face her and leaning against the counter, wrapping both hands around the mug to warm yourself up. “Also, he let Ari finish work early-” 
“Morning ladies.” Ari suddenly appeared from the hallway dressed in the clothes he wore last night, his hair framing his face perfectly.  
“Ari, you’re here.” You announced, shocked and blinking at his tall figure, you didn’t remember him coming home with you both, or Lizzie asking you.  
“I asked!” She blurted out, smiling sheepishly when he placed a quick kiss to her temple. “I didn’t want to leave you alone last night, you were going on about how you were confused, but wouldn’t tell me what you were confused about.” She rolled her eyes, sipping on her coffee. “So, I asked if Ari could stay with me, you said yes.” 
You remembered what you were ‘confused’ about. The thought making you inwardly cringe at yourself. 
Chris. 
His change in personality towards you had you confused on how to feel towards him. Your brain, the logical voice inside your head, was telling you to give him the cold shoulder, ignore his pathetic attempts of being a gentleman. He got you suspended for fucks sake! But your heart, the non-logical voice talking back, was telling you to give him a chance to show you he isn’t what you think he is- a dickhead. His softer approach tugging on your heartstrings.  
“I was drunk, I’m sure that’s called ‘taking advantage’ of someone.” Playfully narrowing your eyes at her. “Help yourself to coffee and something to eat Ari.” Turning to beam at the beefcake, him returning your smile before making his way into the small kitchen and instantly taking up half the space with his size.  
“Hey! You never let me raid your fridge!” Lizzie pouted from her stool, folding her arms across her chest.  
“Yes, because you’re an animal. You have rules for a reason. The last time I let you raid my fridge I had nothing left! Not to mention you broke my oven!”  
“That fob was faulty-” 
“The door fell off.” You pointed out, your brow perfectly arched as you moved out of the way for Ari to make a coffee, his laugh loud and boisterous as he listened to the tiff.  
“You know how I get when I’m hungry.” 
“What? You turn into the Hulk?!” Dodging the napkin, she balled up and threw at you. “Ari is more than welcome to use my kitchen as he pleases, because he’s not a fucking animal. You're on restricted access, coffee pot only and even then that’s questionable.”  
The next few minutes were filled with silence as you both watched Ari moved around the kitchen swiftly, making you both something to eat. When you tried to argue he claimed it’s the least he could do for taking advantage of you last night. Loving the way Lizzie was watching him with big, doe eyes, like she was falling in love with him at this very moment.  
Lizzie and Ari fit together like a jigsaw puzzle. They’d met on a night out. Ari was working the door and Lizzie had turned up with Scarlett as her date for the night, she’d been entranced ever since. You'd heard all about the beefy, handsome bouncer the next morning over coffee with her and Scarlett. It didn’t take Scarlett long to hook them up, he had her number that same day. She hadn’t had much luck when it came to boys in the past, first dates never ending well or things just fizzling out after a couple of months of dating. Ari seemed good for her.  
It had been a couple of hours since Ari and Lizzie had left, you had retreated back to your bed to nurse your hangover in the most pathetic way. Shutting all the blinds, diving under the covers, Friends playing from your laptop, salty chips, chocolate and soda all resting on your bedside.  
You didn’t realise that you’d fallen asleep until the sound of your phone vibrating against the bedside table had your stirring, reaching for your phone as you remained under the covers. Your hand slapping across the surface until you found it, bringing it under the covers and answering it without looking at the caller ID.  
“Yeah?” You grumbled into the speaker your voice slightly muffled by the covers.  
“Is that the correct way to speak to your boss? Your boss who is ending your suspension early.”  
“What?” Now sitting up, the covers pooling at your waist. “Are you serious?”  
“Serious as a heart attack.” She quipped courtly into the speaker, an irritated sigh falling past her lips. “Do you want to come back or not?”  
“Yeah, yes!” You blurt out before she could finish speaking. “But, why? You said two weeks.”  
“What you did was wrong, you shouldn’t have done it, off the record or on.” She tsked, her tongue clicking in annoyance. “And I would rather be doing anything else on a Sunday morning.” A hint of resentment in her tone as she spoke. “But this offer is fleeting, you have now and now only to take it.”  
“I’ll see you Monday.”  
“8am. Sharp. Or you’ll be back on suspension quicker than you can blink.” Was all she said before hanging up on you, leaving you dumbfounded.
The rest of Sunday passed in a blur after your grumpy phone call from your boss. You spent the rest of the day questioning why you being brought back so early if she had held resentment over what you did. But Lizzie squashed your concerns, explaining that you were going back to work not a week into your suspension and that you should be grateful and not question it.  
But that didn’t stop you from overthinking it, even as you walked through the office and found your desk as empty as you left it. You couldn’t stop the anxiety that bubbled in the pit of your stomach, creating an uneasy feeling. Checking your watch, 07:50am. You were early, hopefully that would bode well. 
“You’re early.” Came your bosses voice from her office, her eyes trained on you.
Or not. 
“Yeah, I needed to get a coffee before coming in.” You recalled, walking to the door of her office, hesitating at the doorway. Before your suspension, you would’ve had no problem walking to her office, but it was like you were having PTSD or something. You couldn’t bring yourself to walk in and sit opposite her.  
“You’re covering fashion this week.” She ignored the way your face fell at her instruction, turning back to face her computer. “I need three articles by Friday, the email has been sent over to you.”  
“Fashion? Isn’t that normally Ellie’s section-” 
“Not this week. Ellie will be covering interviews.” The section you shared with Janie, your section. “Don’t give me that look. You dug your own grave. The fashion section is me being fair, it could’ve been a lot worse- I could’ve had you on coffee runs for the week.”  
“Then why did you bring me back?” Taking a step inside her office and closing the door behind you once you noticed people starting to filter in. You watched as your boss's brow arched up in surprise at your tone. “If you’re still angry about what I did, which was my job by the way. Why did you bring me back?”  
Her next move surprised you. You didn’t expect her to exhale through her nose, her shoulders to slump and her attention to be back on her screen. Normally, she would have some bitchy comment back or pull rank and dismiss you from her office loud enough for everyone to hear. “I didn’t have much of a choice in the matter.” Was all she said. 
“What?” 
“Don’t you have articles to write?” She snapped at you. “Close your mouth and go back to your desk, before I regret bringing you back.” Her perfectly manicured hand waved you off before you turned on your heels and headed out.  
“Hey, you’re back!” Janie cheered, her arms wrapping around you in a tight hug. “Why didn’t you tell me?”  
“I didn’t know, until last night...” you trailed off, still confused as to what your boss was talking about.  
A sudden vibration in your pocket pulled you out of your trance, distracting you as you fished it out. Your brows furrowed together in frustration seeing Chris’s name pop up, swiping your phone you opened his message.  
Chris: Enjoy your first day back, princess. 
“Motherfucker.”  
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Watchful Eyes
CEO!SteveRogers x Female!Maid!Reader AU
read Bucky's story here
summary: When your best friend gets you a new job, cleaning the apartment of the most successful man in New York City, you don't hesitate to accept. The pay is more than good, and the man himself is better than any eye candy you have ever seen. Unbeknownst to you, you've caught his attention just as much. Steve can't keep his mind off you, so much so, that he drives everyone around him insane with his grumpiness when you aren't around. It seems like he has to take matters into his own hands when he realizes, you're too shy to take things further yourself.
a/n: So that just happened... I don't know where it came from, but please enjoy. (Please don’t be discouraged by the word count - I promise you it’s worth it and I kindly ask you to at least try 💛)
word count: 10.8k
warnings: power differences, Steve is pining, watching someone over secret livestream (is this stalking?), women being referred to as objects (not by Steve), just so much fluff, and also angst (there is a happy ending!), smut (masturbation - m, praise kink, oral - f receiving, dirty talk, orgasm control, overstimulation, unprotected p in v, size kink, breeding kink) !MINORS DNI!
゚✫* 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 。✭・゚✶ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑 ✧*・゚
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“Can you start Monday?”
“I can start Monday.”
“Perfect.”
Holy fuckidy fuck fuck. 
You had a job. A job that would crinkle some noses but it would pay money. Good money actually. Well, better than other offers in the branch.  
It had been luck, really. Because during one drunken night, which had originally been dedicated to drowning yourself in self-pity over the last job that had let you go due to staff cuts, your friend Natasha had crashed your party with Chinese food and gossip from her workplace. She was an assistant for one of the CEO’s of Shield Protection Services. And during her lunch with Sharon, the other assistant, Sharon had complained about Steve Rogers and how he had fired the third maid this month because they, apparently, were taking pictures of his home or selling some of his things. 
There might have been some talk about how picky and stuck up he could be but the important info was that Sharon was desperate at this point and had asked Nat if she knew anyone with the decency not to breach privacy and willingness to clean the CEO’s home. 
The good thing - or bad thing, you weren’t sure - was, Nat knew you were desperate too. So she gave Sharon your number and before you knew it, you were an employed woman again. 
❁ ❁ ❁
It was too early for you to be roaming the streets of New York, but you had gotten instructions and so you had gotten up at 6 and headed out to the address. And when you arrived, it felt as though it was the first time you blinked since the subway - you were that tired. Definitely not a morning person.  
The building was huge, tall glass fronts stretching into the sky and the ride up to the penthouse took longer than your average elevator rides did. 
The doors opened and revealed a beautiful open floor plan. A whole wall of windows brought natural light into the place and offered a view so breathtaking, it took you a moment to collect yourself. The place was ginormous - a lot to clean up - but seemed tidy enough to at least get started right away. 
You placed your bag on the counter by the kitchen and took more of the place in when suddenly, a voice startled you. 
“Who are you?” You whipped around, big eyes searching for the source until they landed on a tall man standing in what seemed to be a dining area - well, one of them at least. He had broad shoulders, neatly styled hair and one of those toothpaste smiles you only ever saw in magazines. He was wearing office attire, blue dress pants that slightly stretched over his muscled thighs, and when your head wandered back up his body, piercing blue eyes seemed to stare right into your soul. 
Holy Shit. 
Before you stood Steve Rogers, three-time Forbes Magazine cover story, young entrepreneur turned filthy-rich hunk of a man, and CEO of the most successful security firm in this country. And he was talking to you - staring at you... waiting for an answer. 
Talking, you needed to start talking, you reminded yourself.
“I’m the new maid, sir. I’m so sorry I was told to come here at 7 as you leave for work before that.”
Mr. Rogers looked at you with an unintelligible stare. Meanwhile, you were nervously wringing your hands in the doorway, looking down. You hadn’t planned for anyone important to see you today. The worn-down Fleetwood Mac shirt you didn’t mind getting bleach on hanging over some pants you pulled from the back of your closet definitely wasn’t the kind of outfit you expected to greet Steve Rogers in. Great start. This was going awful.
“Well I’m here aren’t I?” His arms folded before his chest as his eyebrow raised, impressive biceps bulging beneath the white button-up, and - damn - it was hard not to stare. 
“Right. Yes. Sorry. I’ll come back later.” You turned to leave again but he stopped you.
“No need. I am on my way out.” The left corner of his mouth twitched into a cheeky grin when he grabbed his bag, left the newspaper discarded on the table, and placed his coffee mug in the sink. Interesting.
“Don’t snoop.” He whispered teasingly as he passed you, a whiff of expensive cologne paralyzing your senses and you weren’t sure if he was making a suggestion or actually warning you. That damn perfume seemed to hypnotize you. 
Your eyes followed his broad shoulders until they disappeared behind the corner and then the elevator doors shut. It seemed to take all the tension from your face. You exhaled long and then began to look around some more.
The place was huge, you’d already established that. But when you found the third bedroom amongst the private office and Pool table room, you knew you had to make a weekly plan to work off. You had to give Mr. Rogers credit, though. There was rarely any clutter lying around - it wasn’t dirty per se - just had the usual dust you’d expect in a place this size with only one person living in it. 
You huffed, resting your hand on your hips once you completed the tour. And then you got started. 
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Steve peered up from his computer screen when Bucky strolled through the doors of his office. A coffee in hand he had most likely tweaked from his assistant's desk on the way here, he shot a grin to his oldest friend and business partner. 
“What ya doing, punk?” The brunette asked teasingly when he circled the desk and settled on the window sill behind Steve. 
“Just making sure things stay in order.” He leaned back and turned around slightly, just in time to see his friend nod knowingly.
“Heard Nat got you a new maid.” Bucky dipped his chin towards the laptop still open on the desk. “That her?”
His eyes wandered to the screen where a live feed of his apartment streamed you changing his bedsheets. He hummed in agreement. 
“She’s pretty,” Bucky commented before sipping his coffee again and Steve felt an unfamiliar feeling bubble in his stomach. “But I bet you don’t care anyway. You’re all ‘don’t sell my stuff’ and ‘having things stolen from a security firm CEO is embarrassing’. Wouldn’t know a pretty thing like that if it climbed you.”
“Because it is embarrassing. And I highly recommend you monitor your staff to make sure they don’t do the same.” Of course, Steve knew you were ‘pretty’. Exactly his type, to be honest. He had noticed it the second you stepped into his apartment this morning. The way your hands wrung beneath you. And he had shot you a teasing remark in hopes of discovering a sassy fire in those timid doe eyes of yours. But you had stumbled over your words like a fawn.
Bucky clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Nonsense. Peggy is great - and too old to even carry anything valuable out of my place. I trust her with my life and house keys.” And then he pushed off the sill. “I think it’s time for you to get laid again. And that’s why I’m a great friend and organized dinner and drinks with Tony and Sam tonight.”
Steve fell back in his chair, hands over his eyes. “I don’t need your wing-maning me. I’m perfectly fine on my own.” 
“Sure.”
“I’m serious, Buck.”
“You can thank me later.” He stout towards the door. “You know... after you’ve been devoured by the pretty little waitress at the Ironbar.” Bucky winked before his face disappeared again. 
Steve just huffed as his eyes landed back on the weekly report on his desk and then swayed back to his computer screen. 
As unwilling as he was to admit it, it had been some time since his last late-night rendezvous. And as he saw you crawl up on his bed to place the bedsheets properly along his mattress, he felt his pants tighten slightly. 
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“We’ll get one more round of the good stuff.” 
“Of course Mr. Stark.” Tony winked and patted his waitress’s butt before she stalked away on her high heels and towards the locked glass cabinet behind the bar. 
Steve had designed it himself, a fiberglass shrine-like display for ridiculously expensive liquors, only to be opened by a passcode that got regenerated every week. He watched as Betty - the young and lanky waitress - retrieved a crystal bottle of whiskey and filled four glasses with the golden liquid. 
“God, I love that thing,” Tony sighed next to Steve and watched Betty with a satisfied smile.
“You better be talking about that cabinet, Stark.” Steve shook his head with a frown only to receive a wink from Tony, who was sitting closest to him at the round table. 
“So...” Bucky leaned over to Steve and spoke in a hushed voice. “You see anything you like?” He gestured at the bar where Tony’s carefully picked waitresses passed with filled and emptied glasses and bottles. They were all wearing tight black t-shirts and skirts or shorts that counted just as scandalous. One could foolishly mistake this place for a Hooters if Tony hadn’t made it one of the most pristine bars in all of New York City. 
It was popular amongst the clientele which mainly consisted of bored rich men that came here to get something to look at without being judged for it. But Steve wasn’t feeling the girls today. When Betty shoved her breasts in his field of view, all he could think about was how he had never gotten the idea to get his maids a uniform that catered to his... liking. And when Betty swayed her hips on her way to the bar, his thoughts became clouded by the image of you in a short little skirt, riding up just a little to tease I’m about what was hidden underneath when you kneeled on his bed to get the sheets sorted. 
Steve adjusted his pants at the little flashback, clearing his throat and sitting up straighter in his seat. 
“Oh, apparently you have...” Bucky grinned before his eyes hushed down to Steve’s crotch and back up just as fast. “Well then,” he leaned back with a satisfied grin. “Which one is it? Samatha? Tiffany? Though I think Megan is more your type.” 
“Just shut up, punk.”
“Okay you don’t have to tell me me... either way, my job here is done.” He brushed his hands off fake dust and smiled smugly. “You better be in a good mood tomorrow.” 
Steve just huffed and waited for Betty to come back with ‘the good stuff’ to hopefully drown out his annoying friends for the rest of the night. It wasn’t that he didn’t like them. No, he would do anything for the people he chose to have in his life. The group he found himself in right now had been through thick and thin with him, stayed through his fame and fortune, and was just as supportive before it had all happened to either of them. He was happy having the guys because they built each other up and aimed for greatness - together, they were fucking invincible. 
But sometimes, Steve felt a little out of place amongst Bucky and Tony. It was in situations regarding women most of all because he could never adapt the attitude to talk about them the way they did. And he never had the headspace to juggle as many as they did. He had tried the one-night stands. But he struggled to navigate the superficial pleasure maze New York City provided in masses. Because just as the ever-passing smiles on the streets, it wasn’t fulfilling enough for Steve. At least not in the way it was for his friends. 
He wanted what Sam had. A partner, a family, something constant and beautiful. And that was, why he found himself asking for pictures of Sam’s kids and nephews rather than listen to Tony’s latest bed bunny endeavor whenever the conversations took a turn in that direction. 
“Earth to Rogers,” Sam’s finger snapped in front of Steve’s face. “What this I’m hearing? You got a new maid? What happened to the old one?”
“She sold his stuff on Craigslist.” Bucky snorted and took a sip of the drink that had magically appeared in front of them. 
“You aren’t serious.” 
“I really liked that tie,” Steve grumbled into his cup. 
“Man, I’m glad I don’t have to deal with things like that. You rich people really are a different breed.” 
“You’re rich, too, Sam.” 
Sam just smiled above his crystal glass, having fun with the little joke he liked to pull for ages now. He wasn’t any less successful than any of the other men at their table. But other than them, he had settled in a beautiful neighborhood - despising the concrete jungle each of the other guys lived in. His house felt like home, like a cozy place that had seen love and time and nothing like the polished and sleek man caves the rest of them owned.
“Well, anyways, my amazing assistant organized him a new one, the prettiest thing - really. But he’s refusing to see it.” 
Tony chuckled. “Well, that's Rogers in a nutshell, isn’t it.” 
Sam just pursed his lips and glanced over at Steve with a soft smile, ignoring the comments of the other guys. They never explicitly talked about it, but Sam was a smart man, and it would have surprised Steve, had he not already figured out that he was more of a family man than their friends were as of right now. 
“To new maids that aren’t selling your clothes on the internet then.” He raised his drink and winked at Steve once their glasses clinked. 
And Steve? He visibly exhaled, silently thanking Sam for pulling the tension out of their conversation. 
❁ ❁ ❁
It had been a little over a week. And so far, things had been going great. 
By now, you had cleaned through the entire place once and set up a plan of what to do on which day. You weren’t surprised it actually took a full 6 days to cover every single room in Mr. Rogers’s apartment. You had already figured out which tasks were going to be your favorite and which weren’t. Like his bedroom. You liked doing that. Because even though the sheets were a bitch to get on the ginormous bed, you kind of liked the smell the room had. His pillows smelled of the cologne you couldn’t forget ever since the man had brushed past you on your very first day.
You were pretty sure you would never forget that since your knees literally felt like giving in at that moment.  
Today, it was bedroom day. That and the on-suite. 
With a smile on your face, you entered the apartment on the top floor, each day secretly hoping you’d catch a glimpse of the CEO before he took off to work. But even though you tried to arrive ten minutes earlier (you really couldn’t spare any more sleep for your own good), the first day remained an exception in Mr. Rogers’s daily schedule. 
You placed your bag on the stool at the open kitchen island, changed into some other shoes, and headed for the supply closet. Despite the size of the place, you actually got around pretty easily. Mr. Rogers was a very organized and neat man - you’d noticed that the first and only time you met him. So things were almost always where you’d think they would be. Which made your job just that much easier. But also prevented you from the advised ‘not snooping’ you desperately wanted to do. 
You knew better though. 
People like Steve Rogers probably had cameras installed in this place. And you would certainly not go and rummage through his underwear drawer after he had personally told you not to. Who knows what strings powerful people like him could pull. So, for the sake of not waking up on a cargo ship to Madagascar one day, you restrained yourself as much as possible. 
Of course, you didn’t stop your eyes from wandering whenever you swept the shelves in his walk-in closet or closed the drawers in his office space. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. And this girl had a nosy best friend on her back that wanted to know every little detail of her new job... and was also way too invested in celebrity gossip.
Though, as always, there was nothing out of the ordinary today - there never was. Sure, it was still exciting to see how the filthy rich lived but other than that, no scandalous collection of women’s underwear, or drug lord papers lying around. You started to believe that Steven Grant Rogers was a very boring man. Not that you could properly judge in your position, seeing as you did not really know him, but the whole being in his home seemed a little too intimate not to do so. 
So that day you finished the tasks for the day, packed your stuff, and made your way back home, hoping to see him in the morning or to at least find something more interesting than dust in his home. 
❁ ❁ ❁
Steve greeted the concierge of his building when he entered the marbled entree hall. With a little frown and a look at his watch, the man greeted him back before he resumed his work. 
Yes, Steve was home earlier than usual. He regularly stayed even longer than his original work schedule intended. Today, however, he was home even earlier. But after another banter with Bucky about Steve’s non-existent sex life, he couldn’t imagine making it past five in the same building as his persistent best friend. So, he fled the office and decided to work through the rest of his papers at home. 
Of course, Steve knew that Bucky only wanted the best for him. But the ways he tried to approach the supposed bothersome loneliness Steve had in his bed just weren’t for Steve. Those might have worked on Tony - hell, Tony probably invented setting his friends up with one-night-stands - but not on Steve.
He huffed and swiped some loose hairs from his forehead as the elevator dinged at the top floor. The doors opened to the window front of his penthouse apartment and Steve stepped over the threshold, immediately stopping in his tracks when he took in the scene before him. 
The vacuum was running while you were kneeling on the floor, wiping up some water he only assumed came from the vase missing next to his sofa. He would have found it rather amusing if it weren’t for the way you carried yourself today. Something wasn’t right. 
Steve knew that you weren’t usually this messy - that much he could tell from the livestream that had become a constant in his office by now. Your head hung low, your motions hurried and sloppy. He watched as you swiped the floor, one of your sleeves constantly slipping down your arm again until you angrily pushed it up further than necessary. 
It was worrisome. 
He couldn’t place the feeling he felt in his chest when he sat his briefcase down and approached you from behind. His foot carefully turned off the vacuum and then he stood still, careful not to startle you when you finally looked up at him. 
He could see it in your eyes then. The panic, the uncertainty, and something else he hadn’t seen in them before.
You looked around you as if you were seeing the mess for the first time and when Steve was still watching you with an arched brow after a minute of silence, you suddenly sprung up to your feet. 
“I am so Sorry, Mr. Rogers. I didn’t realize it was this late already.” You turned a full 360 until your eyes landed on his again. “I’ll have this cleaned up in no time and I'll be out of your way. I promise.” 
Steve watched as you scrambled to gather the vacuum cord, struggling with it when it didn’t immediately snap back into the caster. “The subway was stuck in a tunnel for an hour because some guy decided to pull the emergency break for fun. And then this lady passed out next to me and when the fire department finally got us out and the paramedics packed her in the ambulance, I realized that I still had her purse.” You finally got the cord in turning so fast that the wet rag in your hands sprayed some water on Steve. “And do you know how difficult it is to find out which hospital they’re taking people? Because it’s so much more difficult than it looks in the movies. I didn’t know that! And then it was almost 10 a.m. when I got here. I am so sorry. This won’t happen again I promise-“
“Hey,” Steve finally stepped forward and caught your flailing hands with his and it shut you up. “It’s alright.” He spoke softly, guiding your hands down and proceeding to carefully stroke your arms down. “Are you okay? Do you need a day off?” 
Your doe eyes stared up at him, round and shiny as if you couldn’t believe he was actually standing in front of you. And Steve had to admit, besides the concern breezing through his body, your face was capturing up close. He traced your lashes with his gaze, the way your lips were parted slightly, your teeth showing past your upper lip, and the way your eyebrows were raised in shock. 
“No... no, I’m fine.” You finally stammered and it made Steve relax a little. 
“Then take a breath for me, please.” You nodded and Steve watched as your shoulders moved when you inhaled with your eyes closed. It shook Steve out of his trance. He cleared his throat and retreated his hands from your arms, awkwardly standing up a little straighter now that there was no excuse to touch you anymore. 
You were fine - that’s what you had said. But you didn’t quite seem that way. 
He watched as you opened your eyes and gifted him a small smile. Then your gaze dew to the floor and the mess you were standing in. Your smile turned awkward. 
“I’ll clean this up real quick and then I’ll be out of your hair.” 
Steve shook his head with a smile. Maybe this was a nice opportunity to do as Bucky had suggested. It was true, Steve hadn’t been interested enough before. Had he taken more time to know his former maids better, he could have probably prevented his things from being stolen and sold. Maybe it wasn’t exactly what Bucky had meant by ‘interested’, but Save decided it would do for now. “You can do what you need to and you can take as much time as you need to. I’ll be in my office for some time, so please don’t rush. I didn’t mean to freak you out by coming home earlier.” 
His arms reached up to scratch the back of his neck and your eyes landed on his bicep. Those damn doe eyes. “O- okay.”
He nodded, buried his hands in his pockets, gifted you a tight-lipped smile, and then proceeded to grab his briefcase and disappear into his office at the end of the hall. 
After some time, he heard the vacuum pick back up. Steve peaked through his open office door and caught a glimpse of you roaming his living room every now and then. It was relieving to know that you were functioning again. You had him worried for a second there - a feeling the successful CEO hadn’t welcomed in a hot minute. But it was kind of nice, made him feel a little more human than usual. So he didn’t mind having you work while he was home. On the contrary, actually, even though he had a huge stack of papers to go through, having to do them with a little bit of white noise was much more efficient than he had thought. He liked it when the occasional sound of items being set down snook its way to his office just to be interrupted by the vacuum again. And before he knew it, the workload he had taken home with him today, was worked through. 
Steve made his way to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. Though, as he waited for the machine, he found himself leaning against the counter and watching you work in front of him. You were currently bent over the sofa, arranging the cushions after shaking them out, your shirt riding up ever so slightly and exposing a strip of skin on your back. 
The fresh grounding of coffee beans covered the way Steve gulped loudly at the sight of you in front of him. This was definitely different than watching on his laptop screen. He felt his pants tighten ever so slightly as he imagined walking up to you and just taking you from behind. Your face would press into the pillows as he would easily push into you, hearing your drawn-out moans through the cushions. 
He couldn’t help himself, you were just so pretty. 
The smell of coffee drew Steve back to reality. It wasn’t that simple. Because Steve wanted you to want him as well. But you didn’t know him well enough yet. 
You pulled the vacuum around the corner and seconds later the sound of the storage room door closing echoed through the apartment. You walked back into the living room, adjusted the book on his coffee table, and then looked at your work with your hands on your hips. It was kind of cute to watch, Steve had to admit. 
“Well done,” Steve praised and your shoulders jerked in surprise. 
“Woah, didn’t see you there, Sir.” You relaxed again and then moved to change your shoes, before packing the other pair in your bag. You looked like you were about to leave, but Steve didn’t want that. 
“Would you like some coffee?” He offered and turned to grab the mug that was just filled with the steaming hot beverage. 
But you shook your head, raising your hands. “Oh, I wouldn’t want to intrude. I’m sure you’ve got work to do...”
“I wouldn’t have asked if it were an inconvenience.” 
You looked down and nodded, which made Steve smile and hand you the cup. Your hands encased it like it was a cold winter's day, timid looks roaming the room and landing everywhere but him. 
“You seem uncomfortable,” he tried, cautious not to intrude. 
“I’m not. It’s just that... I’m not used to,” you gestured around the kitchen, “all this.” 
“I know it sounds stupid but sometimes I feel the same.” Steve took in the high ceilings and shiny surfaces, the expensive paintings and furniture he had no part in picking out.
You just stared at him again before nodding and averting your eyes once more. It seemed like you were holding back, but Steve didn’t feel like he was in the position to ask. So he just had to do with your fleeting glances and diffident presence. It was fine for now. Though he didn’t know if he could actually stand it for long. 
“You got this job through Bucky’s assistant, right?”
“Natasha, yes. She’s my best friend.” Your eyes lit up and Steve celebrated the little victory in silence. He had finally found something to talk about with you. 
“How long have you known each other?” He took a sip of his own coffee, acting indifferent, though his gaze hung on your lips. 
“We’ve been friends since high school. But then we went to different colleges and for a moment, we lost contact. But when I called her after graduation, we reconnected. We coincidentally both moved to New York. It’s nice to have her back.”
“That does sound nice. I know a thing or two about reconnecting with old friends.” Steve smiled reminiscent. 
“Right, your business partner. Mr. Barnes.” You set your mug down when Steve shot you a surprised look. “Sorry, but it’s hard not to know things about you when every tabloid in the country has covered your story.”
Steve nodded, being reminded once again how different his life was now. Not that he didn’t appreciate it... it just used to be simpler. 
“Yes, Bucky is my oldest friend... we’d lost contact in-between as well. Now we spend so much time together, I sometimes wish it was that way again.”
“You don’t mean that,” you laughed and Steve swore it was the prettiest he’d ever heard. 
“Of course not.” He set his cup down once he noticed that you had finished your coffee and had grabbed your bag from the stool. 
“I should go,” you smiled sadly and Steve just nodded with a similar expression on his face. Then he pushed off the counter and walked you to the elevator. He caught your small wave before the doors closed, leaving his stomach feeling warm and fuzzy. 
This was definitely new.
❁ ❁ ❁
The next week was pure torture. 
Steve couldn’t work from home like he had wanted to. He also couldn’t go to work later to at least catch a ‘good morning’ from you. 
It had only lasted a couple more days. He had managed to trap you for a conversation with coffee two times after the first one and then it all went downhill from there. 
Steve’s work seemed to pile up in unusual amounts of papers on his desk. His e-mails and meetings were longer than ever and his frustrations built with every new message Sharon redirected to his phone.
It wasn’t until Bucky pointed out how unusually grumpy he was, that Steve realized, he missed you. How could that have happened? He barely knew you and talked to you even less than that. But he knew he was missing you. Because as silly as it sounded, the time he spent with you, he was more relaxed than ever before. 
“I’m headed home, now. Do you need anything before I go?” Sharon popped her head through the door of Steve’s office after the knock she placed there. 
Steve just sighed as he closed one of a dozen tabs on his computer. Then he shook his head. “See you tomorrow.”
“Bright and early!” She beamed and Steve just waved her off. 
The door fell shut once again and Steve moved to close a second tab. The one open beneath was the video footage of his home. It was paused because Steve had categorized it as ‘not suited for work’ once he saw you climb on his bed to straighten out the sheets and his dick reminded him just how deprived he really was. 
Looking at the paused video now, his pants tightened again. There you were, on all fours on his bed, tugging the sheet under the headboard side of his mattress - ass up and struggling. Fucking hell. 
His hand instinctively moved to his crotch to relieve some tension and then his eyes fell to his office door. Sharon had gone home. He was likely the only one left. His gaze wandered back to his computer screen and before he knew it, he was rubbing his hard cock through his pants. 
He groaned lowly at the feeling spreading through his body, the image on his screen just intensifying the scenarios he usually imagined when he got himself off. Because now they had your face. And your perfect body. If he squinted at the screen, he could actually see a sliver of your underwear peaking out the top of your pants. 
“Jesus Christ,” He pushed through his teeth when his hands worked to open his belt and pulled his rock-hard length out. He was already leaking from the angry red tip. 
His thumb grazed over his sensitive flesh, spreading the beads of precum and his whole body shivered when he imagined you doing it instead. His knees spread further apart in his office chair as he squeezed the base of his cock, concentrating on his breathing to slow. And then, without thinking, his other hand moved to play the video. 
Steve’s eyes never left the screen as he watched you tug the sheets tight. Your ass bounced up and down with the motion and he began to pump his shaft, imagining pushing into you from behind. Then you crawled back slowly, careful not to pull the sheet off again, but one corner came loose anyway. As you leaned forward, your new position seemed even more obscene - with your arms stretched forward and your ass still slightly lifted off the mattress. 
Steve’s fist pumped harder up and down his cock, he was panting. He could already feel the orgasm building. His balls were on the edge of bursting - but he wanted to hold out a little longer. 
For a second, his gaze jumped to the little speaker icon at the bottom right corner of his screen. His right hand still pumping with a tight grip, the left moved to slightly turn up the volume on the stream. 
Just then, you released a frustrated groan, followed by a throatier, softer noise that could almost be mistaken for a moan and Steve lost it. His fist stroked his thick cock in hard fast motions, the tingle in his body building with every heavy breath you released. His thumb grazed over his tip when you fell forward like a fawn and it was enough to make him burst. 
He closed his eyes and threw his head back on the chair. With a last firm push, he tumbled over the edge, squeezing his flesh as he felt the hot ropes of cum cover his hand. His heart beat in his ears once the ecstasy subsided, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths.  
Steve stared at the ceiling, sighing in defeat. He was in deep now. 
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“So... how’s it going?” Nat’s voice rang through your speaker and you pressed your phone a little harder to your ear to hear her over the street noises. 
“It’s going really good. I don’t see him that often but he’s not messy at all, so it’s really not that bad.”
“Good, I’m glad!” Nat cheered on the other end of the line and you could hear her computer keys clicking beneath her fingernails. “Anything you wanna tell me?” Her tone was suggestive, and you kind of hated how well she knew you. 
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, come on, we’re stating the obvious here. He’s hot!”
“Nat!” You gasped appalled. “I’m not going around asking you if you think your boss is hot.”
“Why not? I'm not ashamed to admit it. My boss is hot,” she stated plainly and shorty after a distant ‘You got that right, doll!’ was heard through your speaker. 
“Oh my god,” you muttered, watching around you as if anyone could hear what Nat was saying. 
“So...?”
“Okay, yes he’s super hot and I wish he would just grab me with his big muscled arms and kiss the life out of me every time I see him. Are you happy now?”
“Yes, very.”
You waved at the concierge when you reached Mr. Roger’s apartment building and then stepped into the elevator. “Good. I can’t believe I just made me say that out loud.”
“We both know it’s true. No shame in a little crush.” You could practically hear her grin through the phone and it just annoyed you even more. How could she call you out when she was a mile away?
“Great, now I’m actually imagining kissing him and running my hands down his chest,” You huffed as the elevator door opened and turned the corner just to stop in your tracks. 
“I knew it!”
“Nat, I’ll call you later.”
“Okay, but-“ and then you ended the call as your eyes were glued to the kitchen counter. 
You stepped closer, your eyes never leaving where they had landed upon your arrival. There, on the polished black marble, stood a vase with a beautiful bouquet of pastel flowers. 
Your breath hitched in your throat as your fingers traced the colorful petals, and you leaned in to smell them. This was so sweet! A little giddiness shot through your body at the sight of the flowers. You’d never expected them from Mr. Rogers and it was nice to be appreciated. 
Feeling excitement all over, your fingers reached for the little white card lodged between a eucalyptus branch. But when you turned it over, all of it fell like someone had turned on gravity again. 
Happy one month!
Your mind repeated the words over and over again until they registered.
Happy one month.
You dropped the card and it made a dull clicking noise on the counter. How could you have been so naïve? Nat had put this stupid haze in your brain, getting you all giddy and excited. Of course, he had a fucking girlfriend. How could he not? He was Steve fucking Rogers.
You needed to take a step back and breathe. Those were a few too many emotions to feel in the early morning for you. Now you even felt guilty about wanting to run your fingers down his body. God, you’d even said it out loud - how embarrassing! 
“Okay, girl. Relax. Nobody heard,” you reminded yourself out loud. And then you took a deep breath with your eyes closed. 
“It’s not embarrassing if nobody saw. I’m the only one that can decide the level of awkwardness here.” Maybe stop talking to yourself then. You nodded and carefully placed the card back in the bouquet. 
“This never happened,” you whispered, more so to ensure yourself. “Just move on with your day.” 
Thank god it wasn’t kitchen day - you wouldn’t be able to stand the sight of those flowers any longer.
With your shoulders pulled back and your head held high, you made your way to the supply closet and got to work. 
It’s just another day. You reminded yourself when you pulled your cleaning supplies out and into the office. 
Just like any other day...
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Boy, had you never been any more wrong. 
Your phone rang at 7.30 that evening. You had already made yourself comfortable on your sofa, ready to binge a whole season of Gilmore Girls, after a successful day of pretending you hadn’t gotten the biggest turn-down of the century this morning. You had finished your cleaning plan, you had gone grocery shopping, bought yourself some own damn flowers, and even showered all before the sun had set. 
But now your phone rang and the caller ID could not mean anything good. 
“Hello?”
“Good evening!” Your name echoed through the speaker of your phone, a - for your taste - way too cheery woman on the other end. “I am very sorry I have to call so late. I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
“That’s alright, what do you need?” You bit your lip nervously, only dreading the next words of Mr. Rogers’s assistant.
“Well, actually it is not I that needs anything. Mr. Rogers requested for you to see him. Is that possible?”
“What? When?”
“Now would be amazing.” Your eyes widened at her words. Mr Rogers wanted to see you and it couldn’t wait until tomorrow? You must have done something horribly wrong. Oh, god, had he noticed you messed with the flowers? Had he seen you sniff his pillows? All possible scenarios of wrongdoing swarmed your head when you sprung up and bolted for your closet. 
“I can be there in thirty minutes,” you hurried through the speaker just to receive a satisfied hum from the other end. 
“Amazing! Thank you so much.”
She had hung you before you could even answer. It didn’t matter. You looked through your clothes, trying to decide what an appropriate ‘getting fired’ outfit would consist of - probably no sweatpants, so you could find the closest bar and drink your sorrows away in connection to the dreaded talk. 
You pulled out something, you could see yourself crying in and headed for the door.
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8.00 pm on the dot, the elevator doors opened to reveal a beautiful New York Skyline. Unfortunately, you neither had the headspace, nor the time to appreciate it properly. As soon as you turned the corner you saw Mr. Rogers casually leaning on the kitchen island. 
Instantly, you felt intimidated. He had never done anything to make you feel scared or in danger, but his mere presence was so powerful, you didn’t quite know how to act around him. Especially, because on top of it all, he was the most attractive man you’d ever laid your eyes on. 
“What did I do?” It just sprung out of you, your arms wanted to hug your body but you willed them still. He didn’t need to see how worried you really were. 
To your surprise, however, his face scrunched up in amusement instead. He pushed himself off the counter and gestured towards the flowers still standing proud on that polished marble top. 
“You forgot your flowers.”
“My... my flowers?” He nodded with a small frown, probably confused by your reaction. And to be honest, you were too. 
“Yes... I got you flowers. You’ve officially been working here for a month. That’s a record.” He shook his head with a chuckle and then rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m... very picky.”
His eyes met yours and a whole new wave of uncertainty washed over you. You didn’t miss the hesitation in his tone, the carefully chosen wording for something he didn’t exactly say. 
“So, I’m not fired.” God, why did it take so long for you to register. You just looked so stupid right now. 
“On the contrary.” Mr. Rogers took a step closer, though still keeping a respectable distance. “I think I can trust you. I’m very pleased with your work. You deserve them.”
“I do?” You looked up at him with big eyes when he took another step closer. He was so tall, you had to tilt your head up now that he was so near. 
“Can I trust you?”
His chest would almost touched you, if you were to breathe any heavier. Your breath hitched in your throat when the faint remains of his perfume reached your nose. It was as intoxicating - the way his eyes stared down at you - intense and looming. “Ye- Yes.”
“Good.” His voice was a raw timbre. His gaze drifted to the side, where his hand slowly reached up to lay on your shoulder. You felt warm and tingly from the touch. 
Not knowing what to do exactly, you just held your breath and stared up at his eyes. They were so blue - and up close, they were so much more captivating than any magazine photograph could ever display. 
You wanted to touch him, reach out, and pull him down towards you, but he had just told you he trusted you. Were you really going to risk this perfectly good job for a heated moment?
His other hand came up to graze your cheek with a careful touch and the worry of losing your job suddenly became very small. Mr. Roger’s hands were warm, his fingers almost hot even compared to your heated face. 
So you did it. Your hand reached forward and landed on the top of his chest, one of them traveled down the hard plane of his torso while the other clawed at his shirt collar. His thumb traveled to your lower lip, pulling it down and then stroking over the soft flesh, touching your teeth as well. 
Guided by the heat traveling through our body, your right hand tightened around his shirt and pulled him down and onto your lips. The blonde man jerked forward until his mouth crashed onto yours, immediately moving in perfect sync with yours. 
Your insides were tingling from the kiss when you felt his lips pull into a smile. His big hands roamed your body until they snook around your back, pulling you flush against his body and making you sigh contently. 
Mr. Rogers chuckled and then kissed you deeper. His touch was everywhere, yours too. Your mind was free of anything that wasn’t the tall, built, blonde man in your arms as soon as his tongue traced your bottom lip - asking for you to let him in. And you did just that. When he began to explore your mouth, you melted even further into his embrace. 
No man had ever kissed you like that. Which was why you dreaded the moment you had to pull away for air. 
Your hand landed on his cheek, thumb softly stroking his beard, eyes locked with his. 
“You’re very good at this.”
He just chuckled and pecked your lips once more. “Up.” He demanded, suddenly, he grabbed your thighs and lifted you as if you weighed nothing. 
“What are you doing?”
“I'm gonna show you how good I am at this.” 
Then he set you down on the bed and pushed you back until your head hit the comforter. His scent, the one you’d secretly been craving ever since you started working here, engulfed you like a big blanket. He stood above you, big and broad-shouldered, looming over you like a wild animal. But you weren’t scared.
“You know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” His lips attached to your collarbone, sucking and licking bruises to your skin until you moaned beneath him and your hands clung to his hair. “I’ve been watching you,” he murmured to your neck and a shiver traveled down your spine. 
“I knew it,” you gasped when he reached a spot behind your ears that sparked more pleasure. The thought of him spending his day watching you made you all excited and impatient. 
“The way you stumble about this place when you clean it... How do you navigate the world being this clumsy, Bambi?” A whimper escaped you at the nickname he chose for you. “You need somebody to take care of you, huh.” 
You arched your back to brush up against him. His hard cock was already straining his pants, pressing into your own deliciously. “Ah, yes.”
“Don’t worry, Bambi, I’m right here. I’ll take real good care of you.” His fingers traveled down your body until they reached the hem of your jeans and began to tug on them. 
You pulled him down to your lips once more, guiding his head back to that spot behind your ear that had you squirming on the sheets. “So needy.”
His voice was so low and husky now, you barely noticed he had already worked your pants open and halfway down your legs. You kicked them off the rest of the way and arched yourself back against him just to have him grind down on your core. 
“Feel so good, so big,” you mumbled through the haze you already found yourself in. God, what was it with this man - he was out of this world. 
“You can’t wait any longer, can you, Bambi?” His hands moved beneath your shirt and began to massage your breasts. “But I get it. I don’t wanna wait any longer, either.” 
In a swift motion, he had you flipped on your stomach, his hands traveling to your hips to pull you on all fours in front of him. Then the bed dipped and you felt his fingers press to your soaked underwear. He rubbed the drenched fabric over your entrance, only driving you wild with need when his fingers reached higher to your clit. “So pretty.” 
“I need you,” you whined, “need you so bad.” 
“Believe me, I need you too.” He pulled the black lace over the curve of your ass and you felt the cool bedroom air hit your wet core, only making you shiver once more. 
“You’re so fucking perfect, you know that.” You could only whimper in response when his hand pushed your head into the comforter and his face suddenly pressed into your pussy from behind. 
“Oh, god.” A yelp escaped you as his tongue teased at your entrance, only to be pulled back to lick a long strip from your clit back to it. His hand massaged your cheeks and the constant moaning to your core shook you from the inside out. 
“This isn’t enough, is it, Bambi?” He dragged a strong finger up your spine. “You need me to fill you all the way up, don’t you? Need me to mark you, show everyone you’re mine.”
“Yes, yes, fill me up, give it all to me. Fuck me and make me yours.” You were so desperate at this point. His mouth had you squirming and aching for the promising bulge beneath his pants and you couldn’t wait to feel him raw - you’d let him do anything. 
You turned your head and watched as he unbuckled his belt. Within seconds, his cock sprung free from its restraints and your breath hitched in your throat. He was thick and long, a prominent vein running along his side up to his tip, pink and already decorated by a bead of precum. Of course, Steve Rogers had a pretty cock. What wasn’t perfect about him?
“You’re so wet already, Bambi. So ready for my fat cock, aren’t you? You’ll suck me right in, I just know it.”
“Please! I wanna feel all of you.” Another whimper got swallowed by the mattress when you waited in anticipation for him to finally fuck you. 
His one hand grabbed your ass and the other aligned his cock with your entrance. You could feel his head already breaching, a delicious stretch sending shocks through your body in hot and cold waves of pleasure. 
He groaned lowly and it sent shivers down your spine. “Relax, baby girl. You’re so tight. You’ll be so stuffed with me.”
“I need you de-. I- ah just please!”
He worked himself forward with small rocking motions, each time reaching a little deeper into your core and when you thought he was finally all the way in, he pushed even further until your ass was pressed flush to his thighs. 
You screamed into the covers and reached for something to grasp when he groaned behind you. “Gripping me like a vice, Bambi. Are you gonna be able to take it?” He shivered behind you and you could tell he was struggling to hold still until you answered him. 
“I can take it. Your big cock feels so good inside me. Oh, god, please move.”
“Fuck.” Wet noises filled the room when he drew back almost all the way, just to slam back into you. In this position the curve of his cock stroked your walls perfectly, making it hard to hold back the building orgasm. 
“I’m so close already, sir. I’m-”
“Fucking call me Steve,” he roared and pushed your face further into the covers. “You gonna come? Gonna squeeze my cock with your pretty little pussy already, huh?”
You could only whimper in response, the steady stroke of his body clouded your mind until you felt like you were floating. 
“I-“Another scream ripped through your speech when the pleasure exploded within you. Steve slowed his motions, seemingly unable to move with the way your muscles contracted around him. And when the pulsing pleasure lessened after what felt like minutes, he picked his pace back up again. 
“That was so sexy. You gonna do that again for me? I’m so fucking close.”
His hand reached around you and began to massage your clit in tight little circles and your body lifted off the bed. Steve had pulled you up flush against his chest and watched his hand work on your clit over your shoulder. 
“’S too much! Ah!” You were still pulsing around his cock with every circle he traced on your bundle of nerves, making your legs quiver.
“You’re doing so good, Bambi. You can give me another. Milk my cock dry.” He kissed your neck and bit your skin. “So fucking beautiful, how’d I get so lucky?”
“Steve!” You felt another wave of pleasure approaching, just for his fingers to still on your clit, his hand now pressing into your stomach. 
“I’m almost there, baby. Hold it a little longer.” His face fell into your neck and you could feel his cock twitch inside you while his hot breath licked down your shoulder. “Don’t you fucking cum until I say so.”
“I don’t know if I-“
“Yes, you can!” Steve pushed you until you fell onto all fours again and then guided your hips to meet his hard strokes. His movements became frantic and fast, making you lose your mind. 
“I’m gonna fill you to the brim, Bambi. Make you drip with my cum for days. You’re mine.”
“Steve! Steve!” You couldn’t hold it any longer, it was too much. He was so big, and his movements so fast, there was no way you were lasting any longer. 
“Wait. Almost there.”
“I can’t. I can’t! I’m- Oh my god!”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuck.” With one last hard slam, Steve shot his hot seed in your pussy. Your walls clenched with every lewd sound he pushed through his heavy breaths. “Cumming so much for you, Bambi. All for you. Uhnggghh.” He rutted into you a couple more times and once the intense feeling faded into lazy pulses, he fell forward and pulled you into his chest. 
Still buried deep within you, Steve pulled the covers over your bodies. Every little movement made you squirm and your pussy clench down again, drawing small grunts from the man behind you. 
“You did so good.” His hand stroked over your hair and his face nuzzled into your shoulder. “Now, rest. You deserve it.”
And with that, you let your body fall into its well-needed sleep - warm, content, and without a care for the morning.
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Steve woke up to the sound of his alarm. He smiled before he opened his eyes, his mind still reminiscing the night before. He felt warm and content at the thought of it. Your kiss was like nothing else.
He felt around his bed blindly after turning off the alarm only to be met by a cold mattress. Opening his eyes, he called out your name and sat up in bed. But when no answer sounded from his apartment, he got up and looked for you. After a few minutes of searching, he was sure you weren’t there. And it worried him. He had planned to order you breakfast. He wanted to talk about last night. He wanted to tell you how much it had meant to him. 
A look at the clock on his wall made him frown. Maybe you’d gone home to change for work. He decided to wait and get to work a little later today. It would all resolve itself, Steve was sure. 
But when seven rolled around, there was no sign of you. And even after another 25 minutes, there was no indication you’d show up soon. Steve really couldn’t push his time anymore. There was a lot of work waiting for him at the office. So he got up and grabbed his briefcase, only to be interrupted by his phone. 
“Good morning, Sharon.” 
“Good morning, Mr. Rogers. I’m just calling to let you know your maid just called in sick.”
“What? Until when?”
“She didn’t say. But she’ll call when she is better.”
“Do you know what she has?”
“I believe that’s private. Mr. Rogers.”
Steve just hummed absentmindedly. His brain already playing all the possibilities in his head. 
“Would you be so kind so send me her number?” He asked almost hesitantly, but still demanding enough for Sharon to agree right away. 
“Of course, one second.” And then his phone pinged with a message from his assistant. 
“Thank you.” Sharon just hummed in response and then she hung up the phone, ever the busy assistant he knew her as. 
Steve didn’t hesitate to call you right away. With every peep. His heart hammered faster in his chest. And when he was about to give up, a familiar rustling rang through his speaker. 
“Hello?”
Steve took a second to breathe and then he said your name - steady but careful. 
“Mr Rogers,” you sounded surprised, and Steve tried to suppress the sting in his heart at the sound of his last name. You had called him Steve just last night. Why’d you stop?
“Yes... I heard you’re sick. Do you need anything?” He cringed the second he said it. You obviously didn’t want anything from him given that you had fled from his apartment before he even woke up this morning. 
“No, no. I’m good thank you.” There was an awkward tension in the static connecting the two of you. But Steve didn’t understand where it came from. Had you not enjoyed last night. Had he only imagined the affection you gifted him then?
“Well... I hope you are able to come back soon.”
You huffed into the phone. “Uh, yes. Okay.”
“Alright, then. I’ll see you.”
“I’ll see you.”
And then the line went dead. And Steve couldn’t shake the feeling that you had sounded a lot colder than before...
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Steve had taken the next day off. His mind was too occupied to work, anyway. He had caught himself glimpsing at his video feed several times that day, even though he knew you weren’t going to show. He guessed, somehow that you would appear anyway. It didn’t happen of course.
So today, Steve had to learn to do nothing. That included not thinking of you as well. Because as much as the thought of you distracted him from work, not working wasn’t exactly the best move to get rid of his thoughts. 
First, he had tried to stay in bed until 6. That was hard enough. Then, he worked out a bit, read an article, made a smoothie - okay he ordered one - and then he sat on his sofa watching as the clock above his fireplace ticked to 7 a.m. 
It was ridiculous. If every hour would pass this slowly, he’d go insane.
His fingers taped on his thigh as he watched the seconds hand tick. He had to do something, anything. 
The moment this thought passed his mind, he heard the elevator door ‘ding’ at his level. And before he could even turn around, your bag hit the ground with a loud thud. 
Steve stood up straighter, adjusting a tie he was not wearing, but the motion had become a habit. He was excited you’d shown up - visibly well and healthy that was. 
You stared at him for a solid minute and neither of you said a word. Your stare was unintelligible to Steve. He had to admit, that he didn’t know you well enough to read into your silent conversation yet, but he wanted to - he wanted to so badly. 
His hands moved to clasp in front of him and then he cleared his throat, but as he was about to say something, you moved past him, straight to the supply closet, and then disappeared into his guest bedroom. 
He followed you before he could tell his feet to stop, halting in the doorway of the room and watching as you dusted off the tall shelves above the sideboard. 
“What are you doing?” His voice was higher than he anticipated. 
“I’m working,” you answered bluntly, moving to the next object to dust off. 
“Why?” Steve had promised to provide for you just the other night. And, yes, while he might have been hazy from the incredible pleasure you had created, he had meant every word.
You suddenly turned to him with an angry stare. “I’m working because, unlike other people, I can’t just do whatever I want and not deal with the consequences,” you spat and then turned around again. The dusting motion turned a little more aggressive and Steve felt a cold shiver run down his back. Feisty.
Though, Steve couldn’t quite place your anger. Had he said something to offend you? How did the other night play into any consequences and why the hell were you working still? You’d said it yourself, you wanted to be his. And that was all he ever wanted. It just didn’t make sense.
Steve didn’t move. He just stood there like an idiot and watched you work your anger away on the poor dusty decorations of his home. You obviously didn't want to talk to him and he had no idea what to say to you. So he just watched... and watched until at least ten minutes had gone by. 
You were at a completely different corner of the room by now, trying to grab a book to dust off, but couldn’t quite reach. Steve had been standing in the doorway this whole time so he just assumed he was blocking your way to a ladder. But he took it as an opportunity instead. 
In three Long strides, he had walked up to you, reached for the item you stretched toward, and handed it to you. And for a second there, he could see those doe eyes return to your face, staring up at him.
Maybe he had misread the situation after all because your gaze drew him in again. He slowly closed his eyes before he could reach your lips, excitement rising in his veins when he thought back to the feeling of your lips on his–
*smack*
His eyes shot open when your hand collided with his cheek, a fire flickering in your eyes that made him take a step back, holding his heated skin. 
“You don’t have to mock me, okay?! I know it’s embarrassing and it’s stupid what we did, so please don’t make this more difficult.”
“What?” Steve was baffled, hurt. 
It was stupid what we did. Your words echoed in his mind until your voice penetrated the mantra. 
“Just leave me alone. Don’t you have work to do?”
He shook his head with an aching heart. You really had no idea. You thought he had used you, made you a bed bunny like Tony or Bucky would - he’d never do that. “I called in sick. I was so... forget it.”
You resumed cleaning and Steve just stood in your way watching. His chest stung with every second he spent with his eyes glued to you, knowing what you thought of him. He couldn’t stand it. He never wanted to make you uncomfortable, much less convey he’d only use you. 
“Can I ask you a question?” You ignored him, but he could see your movements stagger for a second. “Do you really regret what we did?”
Then you paused, your eyes trained to the surface in front of you. When you finally looked at him, Steve could see the tears shimmering in them. 
“No,” you whispered softly, Steve had almost missed it had his heart not skipped a beat. 
He instinctively stepped closer to you again, though cautious not to scare you away. He’d come this far and didn’t want to mess it all up again. “Then why are you ignoring me?”
“I'm not ignoring you.” It shot out of you like a bullet. You sighed, took another breath, and set the duster down. “We don’t know each other. We live in completely different worlds. There is not one scenario in which we could exist together as anything more than... this. I know that now.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re you and I’m just the maid.” You gestured to Steve and then yourself and Steve hated the way you degraded yourself just because he had a couple dollars more in his bank account. It wasn’t right. 
He shook his head, his hand reaching out to you but dropping just before he could actually touch you, curbing into a soft fist instead. “And what if I told you that you are much more to me than that?” Now he finally dared to lay his hand on your cheek, tilting your head so he could come closer to you and still stare into your eyes. “I like you. And the night– ever since you came into my life, my days seem just so much less dull.” 
He smiled with shiny eyes, afraid your silence would last forever. “Please say something, Bambi.”
“You like me?” There was awe and disbelief in your voice and Steve wanted to kiss it away until every last doubt was erased from your mind. Whoever had made you this insecure about affection would eat his fist. 
Steve bit his lip to hide the chuckle threatening to spill. “I do.”
He slowly got lost in your eyes again. Those beautiful innocent orbs looked at him like he was a different type of special. He loved it so much. 
His gaze dropped to your lips, slightly parted and full, and then back up. And before he could lose himself in them again, your hands latched onto his collar and pulled him down toward you. 
The kiss was all tongue and teeth, need and desperation melting into sighs and tingles - he could feed off of it forever. His hands roamed your body and pressed you deeper into his. Your arms reached around his neck as your noses bumped against each other in eager anticipation. 
Nothing ever felt this right. Steve couldn’t possibly believe you’d doubted the chemistry for a second. Not when it felt like that. But he wouldn’t need to think back on it anymore now... now that he finally had you.
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Will you be my valentine Daddy?
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Pairing: CEO!Ari x Wife Reader x Daughter! Marie Levinson
Summary: Ari has a new Valentine's this year
Warnings: None. Pure love. Fluff. Cute.
Author's note: Happy Valentine's Day!! 💕 Thought on making a quick (and cute) one for today. I made Marie's drawing, since I thought it would be cute to see it.
No proofread. All mistakes my own. Let me know your thoughts about this after reading. Enjoy!!
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
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“More pink mommy. Please.”
Your beautiful four-year old, Marie, demands nicely while focusing on her creation. Smiling, you carefully make more pink hearts with glitter on her drawing, mentally giggling at her determination on finishing it.
It’s currently 10:00 PM , and although she tends to be sleeping at this hour, you decided to let her stay awake a bit more since she insisted on it. And everything is because she wants to surprise her Daddy, AKA your husband, Ari.
Now for being four-years old she is very confident and determinated on getting something done (wanting too). She got that from your lover, ha. But also like him, when it comes to special people that she loves, she stops the world to give them everything.
And Ari Levinson can be the most exigent and cold CEO when it comes to work, but all that fades when he steps inside his house. His home. He is not only the best, most-caring lover that you are grateful to call husband (and grateful to everyday wake up in his arms), but the best Dad for Marie.
“Dis’ for daddy!” She proudly exclaims, showing you the drawing, which consists of small pink glitter hearts that fill the piece of paper and a big pink hand-painted heart that has inside two small drawings. One is Ari, the other is her. How cute.
“Aww baby, it’s beautiful! Daddy will love it” You encourage her as you take a pen a write on the paper a phrase that she asked you to write. But truth is, your husband will indeed love it. Both have a small album filled with nothing more than the drawings and painting your daughter made for you and him.
Marie jumps excited, clapping her hands together, “yay!” She picks the drawing and writes her name on it too. Her handwriting a bit messy, since she is still learning.
“What’s all this noise?” A masculine voice interrupts the short celebration.
“Daddy, no!” Your little girl exclaims running to prevent of your husband coming inside the room. Ari is standing in the doorway with his arms crossed, smiling.
“Close your eyes Daddy!” Marie says
“Okay! Okay! They are closed.” Ari says lowering to his daughters height, so she can see that her daddy is not lying.
She turns to you and smiles to which you nod. She takes the drawing and save it under her pillow. You make a mental note to take it out of there and place it on her pink nightstand, or else tomorrow morning the bed will be filled with pink glitter.
“You open now!” She approaches Ari, who opens his eyes and picks Marie up, tickling her with his beard.
“Daddy no! Tickles! Daddy!” She laughs and giggles. Ari smiles and stops, kissing her forehead gently. Marie lays her head on Ari’s chest as you approach.
“Ready to go to sleep baby?” You ask her while moving strands of her hair out of her face. Marie nods.
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“What was all that noise about? What were you two doing huh?” Your husband asks curious as he lays in bed. Cuddling you from behind, sweetly kissing your neck. Marie fell asleep easily and after you and Ari’s nighttime routine (And after putting your daughter’s drawing on her nightstand) you two finally managed to get inside the bed.
You giggle, “Something that Marie wanted to do for you. But you will have to wait for tomorrow”
Ari shakes his head. “That girl, she’s sassy”
“She got that from you. Told you” You tease him.
He raises his eyebrows, “I’m not–”
But you quickly turn around, facing him and stops him from finishing.
He laughs. “Okay, yeah, you are right.”
You smile victoriously and kiss him briefly on the lips. Snuggling your head on his chest.
“Goodnight handsome” You close your eyes
“Goodnight sweetheart” He kisses the top of your head.
Both drift to sleep.
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The sunlight makes presence on your room. You hear the door opening, small steps making presence. You open your eyes and see Marie, about to wake you up. You smile at her, she has Ari’s gift in hand. You nod and pick her up, placing her in the middle, between you and Ari. At the feeling of movement, Ari slowly opens his eyes and smiles when he sees his daughter.
“Morning babygirl. What are you doing here?” He moves up, enough to have a better view at his daughter.
Marie smiles and hands him the gift. “Happy Vaeentine’s Day, Daddy!” She exclaims and kiss his cheek. Ari blushes and hugs her. Seeing the drawing.
“Will you be my vaeentine’s?” She asks him.
Ari takes a moment to look at the drawing and smiles. It’s clearly that you were the one who wrote that prase on the drawing, but the fact that her daughter made it for him, melt his heart. He couldn’t have asked for a better family than Marie and you.
You know he won’t stop smiling for a couple of months. You mentally chuckle at that.
Your husbands look at you, then back to his little girl and nods, placing the drawing on his bedside table to pick her little girl and tickle her with kisses.
“Daddy!”
“Yes babygirl, I will be your valentine today. Today and always. Daddy loves you.”
Soon, the room is filled with giggles, tickles and love. Lots of love.
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I’m Right Here Sir Pt. 4
Pairing: Grumpy! CEO!Ari Levinson x barista!reader 
Summary: When Ari is having a rough morning all he wants is a coffee. It just so happens that you were working the register this morning at his favorite coffee shop.
Warning(s): Ari is 6’8”, Grumpy!Ari, cursing, smaller reader, fluff, angst, smut??, slight age gap (Reader is 21 and Ari is 35)
A/N: I am so sorry for such a late update. My mind has just decided to build a writing block for me and every time I would write something, the next day I would hate it. However, I finally have gotten something I like after deleting what I had before and starting from scratch! Thank you all for your patience, my lovelies! I hope you like it <3
Word Count: 2.2K
𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘺: @firefly-graphics
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Warmth surrounded you as the light started to rouse you from your sleep. Your irritated skin let you know that you needed to put some soothing lotion on and fast. Letting out a very unattractive groan, you try to stretch out your body, only to be stopped by a very heavy weight around your waist.
Looking down, you’re met with a large, hairy arm. Confused for a moment you turn slightly and see a sleeping Ari, his features glowing in the sunlight surrounding your living room.
A soft smile makes its way onto your face, delighted to see that Ari had spent the night with you. 
Adjusting your body so that it was facing Ari while also not waking him up was a challenge, however you were able to move without waking up the giant man.
Taking a long look at Ari, you take your time taking in his features. 
The small pout on his lips during his slumber.
How his hair is messy, but it still looks so good on him.
His long lashes lay on his cheekbones.
Ari looks so calm when sleeping compared to his usual angry/stressed resting face.
In your eyes, Ari was perfect in every single sense. He was the perfect man, a true gentleman who was willing to help anyone and everyone. 
Something about Ari just made you feel warm inside. When you’ve had a bad day and all you want to do is cry, just seeing a text from Ari asking you to facetime made a small smile appear on your face.
Or when you get to see him in person, the feeling of his strong arms wrapping around you and lifting you off the ground, oh that was just the best feeling in the entire world.
Let’s not get started on this man’s lips. Ever since Ari asked you out on the date, he would not. Kiss. You. 
Ari expressed that he wanted to make your first kiss special, and that was so sweet of him. The big scary CEO was actually a true teddy bear around you. But c’mon. All you really wanted from Ari was a kiss, and by god did his lips look kissable.
You knew that even though you had barely just met Ari, you were already falling hard, and fast for him.
At first the age difference scared you a bit, being 14 years younger than Ari it was scary to you. However, something about Ari just made you think that he was just born in the wrong year.
Sure you still had those silly fears like Ari thinking you’re too young, or Ari finding someone else his age, but Ari always had a way of making you forget those fears, even if he didn’t know it.
The sound of chuckling broke you from your daydream as you looked up to see Ari with a bright smile on his face and his eyes closed.
Huffing jokingly you turn your face away from him with a small pout.
“Noo..keep paying attention to me bunny.” Ari whined, pulling you closer to his large body. For being such a big, tough, scary guy, Ari was the biggest cuddler in the world.
Giggling at Ari you start to pepper kisses all over his face, over exaggerating the kisses with kissing noises.
Resting your cheek against his, you can feel his lips turning up into a smile. Lifting your head to look down at Ari you melt at the sight of sleepy Ari.
“Good morning handsome.” You tell him, kissing his forehead as a sleepy chuckle leaves Ari’s plump lips.
“A good morning it truly is.” He responded, Ari’s voice raspy and gravely due to sleep. Hearing his voice made you feel all warm inside and you could feel his morning wood calling for your attention.
Noticing that you weren’t responding, Ari bent his head forward and started pressing kisses all across your face.
Startled, you yelp in surprise, laughing and pushing Ari against the chest lightly as he continues to lay wet kisses on your face and neck.
As his kisses slow down you look at Ari with a bright look in your eyes.
“You know, you keep kissing me all over my face, but why don’t I get any kisses on my lips?” You ask him, a small teasing smile on your face.
A smirk makes its way on Ari’s handsome face as he tightens his hold on your hips.
“Hmm..do you want a kiss that bad?” He asks, his large hands moving down to grope your ass.
Instead of responding to Ari you lean down and lay your lips on his, kissing him with passion. Your lips move in sync as your tongues fight for dominance.
Just as the kiss starts to deepen, the sound of someone’s phone could be heard throughout your living room.
Not caring about who was calling you kept kissing Ari, running your fingers through his soft hair, a groan leaving Ari’s lips when you pull lightly on his hair.
Ari pulls away from the kiss, his cheeks flushed slightly and his lips cherry red. You looked no different but you leaned down for another kiss.
“Honey I need to pick up the phone.” He mumbled, leaving soft short kisses on your lips between every couple of words. Not wanting to leave Ari you laid your head down on his chest, becoming dead weight so that he couldn’t get up.
Realizing what you were doing Ari laughed, his chest rumbling under your head. You try not to show your smile on your face but a yelp leaves your lips, the movement of Ari lifting your body up catching you by surprise.
Wrapping your legs around his thicker waist, clinging onto him like a koala. Ari moved around light you weighed nothing, making sure to keep the throw blanket wrapped around you so that you weren’t cold.
Walking towards the kitchen, Ari grabs his phone from the table and sighs in irritation due to the message he sees on his phone.
Hearing his sigh you lift your head up from his chest, looking up at him with a small pout. 
“What’s wrong bear?” You ask him, seeing the irritation on his face.
“Just some stupid work bullshit. I’m sorry to cut our morning short bunny but I have to be at the office in about 30 minutes to deal with some bullshit.” He sighs, running his hand up and down your back.
Unwrapping your legs around Ari’s waist, you get on your tippy toes before getting down flat on your feet, wrapping your arms around his upper body.
Rubbing your hands up and down his back you tell him with full honesty and care.
“Don’t stress about this okay babe. I know you have work to attend to and it doesn’t bother me. How about tonight we go on that date okay?” You ask him, looking up into his sapphire eyes.
Nodding his head Ari leans down to give you a sweet kiss on your lips, both of you savoring the moment.
Ari pulls away and you both start moving around, Ari grabbing his things while you just follow him around like a puppy.
Meeting Ari at the door you both say your goodbyes, promising to text each other about your date tonight.
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After a couple of hours of cleaning up your house and texting with Ari it was finally time for your date.
You both decided to have the date at 7:30 PM so at five you started to get ready.
Taking a shower, shaving, doing your makeup, the whole shebang. You got ready and everything was going great, until you had to decide on what you were going to actually be wearing.
You couldn’t decide between a cute long white dress with small blue flowers all over it, or a classic black dress with a small slit up the side of it.
Deciding to let fate pick your dress, you grab a coin and flip it, heads being the white dress with blue flowers, and tails being the black dress.
The coin landing on heads, you decide to go with a natural makeup look to go with your dress, finishing your look with a pair of white heels and a small baby blue bag.
Grabbing all your things you check the clock on your wall, noticing that you had ten minutes left. Perfect. Ten minutes to panic and pick your outfit apart.
You look in your full size mirror and question your look, only to be stopped by a text from Ari saying that he was here.
Taking one deep breath, you smooth out your dress and grab your bag, heading out the door and to Ari.
Locking the door of your home you make your way towards Ari who was leaning against his car, a bouquet of flowers for you.
Hearing the sound of heels Ari looks up from his phone and he freezes, stuck with a look of awe on his face as he takes in how you look. It was as though you were perfect with how Ari was looking at you, and in his eyes you really were.
“You know Ari, for a guy who’s known for being super scary and harsh with words, you sure don’t have many words when you’re around me.” You tease him, walking up and standing right in front of him.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts Ari clears his throat and adjusts his chain, looking down at you due to your height difference even with the heels on.
“You..you look beautiful Y/N.” Ari tells you, his words coming out breathless as if his breath was taken away.
You blush at his complement and rest your hands on his chest lightly, your hand toying with the thin gold chain he was wearing.
“You don’t look too bad yourself Mr. Levinson.” You tell him, leaning up to press a soft kiss on his lips.
Ari wraps his arms around your body, careful of the delicate flowers in his hands, and pulls you flush against him, his lips moving along with yours as he hums in delight.
Pulling away from Ari you send him a bright smile, slightly panting due to the sheer passion in the kiss. Removing his arm from around you, Ari holds the bouquet of flowers out, extending it towards you.
“I got you some flowers. I didn’t really know what to get you so I just went with a classic. Red roses.” He tells you, rubbing the back of his neck while you take the flowers from him.
Even though roses weren’t your favorite, the thought of Ari going out of his way to get you flowers warmed your heart.
“Thank you lovey. That's so sweet of you to think of getting me flowers. If you wanna get me some in the future, my favorite flowers are sunflowers, but these roses are seriously beautiful.” You tell him, planting a kiss to his cherry red cheek.
“Not as beautiful as you.” Ari mumbled, a warmth making its way to your cheeks. 
Opening the door Ari ushers you into the car, not wanting to waste any time. Buckling yourself up you turn to look at Ari, one hand on the wheel and the other making its way to your thigh.
He sets off driving to the restaurant while you stare out through the window, looking out to see the beautiful city lighting up the starry night.
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Arriving at the restaurant you see that Ari had booked you a table at the finest restaurant in town. 
At first, you tried to argue with Ari that you couldn’t afford a restaurant like this, but of course, he just shut you up by kissing you and saying that ‘he’ll handle it bunny’, and of course you fall for it because c’mon who wouldn’t?
Now that you both were sitting at your table and glancing at the menu Ari decided you were too far from him. Grabbing your chair, Ari pulls you closer to him, causing you to let out a small squeal.
“Ari! You can’t do that to me, especially in such a nice restaurant! Everyone is gonna now think I’m a dumbass.” You whine, hiding your face in his shoulder as Ari lightly grabs your arm and chuckles.
“Bunny, I could give less of a flying fuck what they were thinking, because I’ve got the most gorgeous woman with me tonight for dinner.” He tells you, causing you to lift your chin and look at him in awe.
Before you could respond to him, Ari leans in and kisses you softly, starting off slowly before gaining some dominance in the kiss.
You both stay kissing for a moment before a clearing of someone’s throat shoves you back into reality. Pulling away you’re met with the face of a server who looks just as awkward as you feel.
Warmth making its way towards your cheeks, you apologize on yours and Ari’s behalf, (Because Ari didn’t really care) and the server took your orders, letting you know that it’ll be out as soon as possible, before running away as quickly as possible.
You look at Ari who just looks at you and smirks.
“What? I’m not gonna apologize for kissin’ up on my girl.” 
‘God’ you thought to yourself, ‘Ari is going to be the death of you.’
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CEO!steve rogers × plus size girl —requested by @carrotfantasimp
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wolfmoonmusic · 11 months
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Another idea I had..... Which I WILL write. Just God knows when.
So...it's CEO!Chris Evans x Bodyguard!reader A female bodyguard is something I've always dreamed of idk why.
She's closed off and down to business and Chris is well....Chris.
It's be angsty and probably just a oneshot, but I was thinking the reader is also like a mafia boss (undercover) but the good ones you know? Like the one that cleans out the city. Chris finds out and things get difficult, but reader proves that she isn't a bad person and there's a happy ending.
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tough greasers and their cuties <33
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Strawberry Kisses and Candy Wine - CEO!Steve Rogers
Chapter 4 So Close But Yet So Far
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Character: CEO!Steve Rogers x Baker!Female Reader
Theme: Fluff
Words Count: 1163
Summary: It seems like Steve and (Y/N) share the same feelings. But when they want to see each other, something always stops them. When will both of them meet again?
A/N: If there are any grammar mistakes, please pardon me because English is not my first language.
But I hope, readers will enjoy this new update.
Likes, Reblogs, and feedback are much appreciated. 
Masterlist
Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 | Chapter - - ||
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Steve P.O.V
It’s been a month since Steve saw you. He went abroad for a while to meet with new potential company partners. 
But something unexpected happened; the rival company stole Steve's team proposal plan. The reason why the proposal leaked was his new secretary Peter. 
The night before the meeting, he met his old friend at the bar. It seems like his alcohol tolerance was pretty low and ended up with him spilling everything about the proposal. His old friend worked with the rival company and stole the plan. 
Because they lost their chance to expand the business, Steve won’t stop scolding his new secretary Peter, “Even though he is your old friend, you shouldn’t tell him even just a tiny bit about the company's new proposal.”
Everyone outside the office could hear their boss scolding. They looked at Bucky for help to stop Steve and help Peter. 
Bucky received the help signal and went to Steve's office.
Knock, Knock!
Bucky's presence made Steve stop talking, but he still looked mad. He gave Peter a consoling look and gave a sign to him to leave the room. 
Peter bowed his head to Steve and left the room. Bucky told Steve, “You have to be chill, Steve; besides, we have discussed this with our investor and board member. They trust Steve's capability. 
Bucky tried to lift the mood by giving Steve something “Look what I’ve got.” He handed his best friend a cake box from his wife, Natasha. 
It got Steve's attention and made his face look bright. Because the cake box came from your bakery, looking at it made him sigh deeply. 
If these things happened months ago, he wouldn’t mind staying at the office to develop a new plan since he is a workaholic. But everything is changed since he met you. Steve looked up at the window, wondering what you were doing. 
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Reader P.O.V
Inside the cafe, everything looks like usual, customers enjoying their food and drink while Toby works at the cashier. 
And at the bakery kitchen, Natasha is sitting behind one of the counters, watching you humming a song while making a new batch of cake.
“So, do you want to tell me who the person that made you keep singing (Y/N)?”
Her sudden question made you blush. "What…aat?"
"I've been trying to matchmaking you with my friend. Turned out I was too late."
You giggled, remembering the disastrous date you’ve been through before. "You know that I'm awkward with blind date."
“So, could you tell me more about your company party for this weekend?” You asked Natasha while looking through the desert list she requested. 
“Just a small gathering. The CEO of my company came up with this idea to appreciate employees' hard work. They could have fun, eat and drink all day.”
“That’s really nice. But I still think you work in a big company Nate.”
Natasha just winked at you while eating the berries. You always wondered about her, who was always full of mysteries. Even though you have been friends since boarding high school, you still can’t figure her out. 
You and Natasha lost contact almost ten years after attending different universities. You were studying abroad to follow your parents, who work as researchers, and Natasha is staying in the States. 
Even though you separated, she will always be your best friend. When you got burned out and betrayed from working at your former company, the first person that came to your mind to talk to was Natasha. 
Thanks to social media, you could contact her again. She was angry and livid hearing your stories. She said, 'It’s painful right now, but you could do whatever you want after this.’
‘What I want?’ You asked yourself that question and remembered always wanting to open your bakery and cafe. 
You told Natasha about the idea, and she fully supported it and said, “You made a hella out of cake back at our high school bazaar. It always sold out.”
That was good enough to build your confidence, and you appreciate her helping hand. Natasha gave you a good list of locations with a good price to open your bakery. 
While you recall the past, the kitchen door kicked, making you and Natasha look at the door. You thought it was Toby thinking his hand full of holding flour bags. That’s why he kicked the door.  
It turned out it was someone else—the person who made you quit your former job. With a smug smile, expensive clothes, and sting cologned, he walked towards you and said, "Nice to see you again (Y/N).”
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At Dear Cake (same day but different time)
Steve P.O.V
Steve finally could step his foot at his favorite place once again. He wished that he could see your face even from afar. But his prayer isn’t answered because he only sees Toby at the cafe. 
He approaches Toby and notices something. Steve knew how to read someone's mood, and now he could feel that Toby was looking mad. 
“Hey Toby, you’re good?”
Toby looked surprised since it’s been a while since Steve didn’t appear. “Oh, Steve.” He sighed. “Well, there’s an annoying guest today. He completely ruined my day and (Y/N).”
Steve raised his eyebrows when he heard your name got included. Did the guest hurt you? He asked Toby, “Do you need any help?”
“I had it under control.”
Steve hummed. Since Toby doesn’t accept his offer, he will back down. Then his eyes look around for your presence. 
“What about you, Steve…?” Toby wants to ask Steve what he’s been doing, but it seems like he wants to see you.
‘He looking for (Y/N).’ Toby thought. “She went to buy ingredients; we got a big order next weekend.”
‘Seems like he couldn’t ask you out next weekend to his party.’ He thought. Steve looked at Toby, hiding his shyness. 'Was it obvious he’s looking for you? ' 
He couldn’t lie but felt disappointed. “Well, I guess I’ll see you both next week.”
“You don’t want to stay for a while?”
Steve shook his head. “No, I have to catch a flight.”
Five minutes after Steve left, the cafe door opened.
“Oh welcome back, your boyfriend was just here a few minutes ago.”
“You should’ve called me when he arrived.” You gritted your teeth while holding your annoyance with your brother. 
“If you didn’t go out, that person would keep bothering you. I was this close to hitting him,” said Toby. 
You never saw Toby this mad since he was always calm. You changed the topic and pointed at the grocery bags “Well, at least the ingredients for next weekend are completed.” 
Toby looked at the grocery bags and said, “Perhaps you could see Steve sooner.”
“Hmm, how do you know that?” You asked him while shaking his shoulder. While Toby inwardly screamed, seeing his sister being so dense. 
Author Note: I'm sorry for the lack of updates. I've been busy with exams.
Tell me if you want to be tagged for this series.
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@a-o-m
@fallinallinmendes
@rebeccapineapple
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buckysteveloki-me · 2 years
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Moodboard
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CEO!Steve or Mafia!Steve/Andy/Ari
AND...
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CEO!Bucky or CEO!Steve Kemp
Hated it? Love it? What do you think?
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oh-sofarfromhome · 1 year
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if you guys have any blurb requests or dialogue prompts i’m down to write!!!
harry styles
chris evans and characters
sebastian stan and characters
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astranva · 2 years
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can someone please recommend canon c evans writers on here? 🫶
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freedomfireflies · 2 years
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Masterlist!
Series:
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~ Teach Me* | BestFriend!Harry
Harry needs a little practice in the art of Eating Pussy, and who better to ask for help than his best friend? You.
~ Mine* | MafiaBoss!Harry
Your mafia boss boyfriend, Harry, has been a little neglectful of his most prized possession. But he's found the perfect way to make it right.
~ One for the Money* | CEO!Harry
Working as an assistant for the CEO of a large corporation doesn't always pay the bills. So, you've turned to OnlyFans in an attempt to rake in a little extra cash. Unbeknownst to you...your boss, Harry Styles, is an avid subscriber.
~ 404* | Nerd!Harry
The one where you and Harry are software engineers on a project for Juno Inc. And you can’t fucking stand each other.
~ Knockout* | Boxer!Harry
The one where Harry is a handsome stranger who always comes to your diner covered in bruises.
~ Infinite You* | Open Relationship!Harry
The one where Harry is in an open relationship with your best friend, and maybe you have more in common than you realized. 
~ iFall for Harry* | Famous!Harry
You text an unknown number, hoping it to be the guy you met at the bar. The man that answers instead seems to be quite the upgrade.
~ Mr. & Mrs. Hey Soul Sister* | Famous!Harry
You and Harry wake up after a wild, drunken night to find out you’re more than strangers. You’re married.
~ Rumours* | Harry Styles x Reader
One-Shots inspired by Harry Styles and Fleetwood Mac songs. A story about a couple finding their way through a devastating break-up.
One-Shots:
~ Jack Shit* (Pt. 2* | Pt. 3*)
In which Jack Chambers is not a selfish, egotistical man-child with raging control issues that apparently wants to climb into Alice's womb like she's his mommy, but instead just a regular guy with a different set of control issues.
~ The Angel and the Fae | (angel!harry)
The one where Harry is an angel that falls in love with a garden fairy. And even the heavens can't keep you apart.
~ Stuck with You* | (enemies!harry)
You and Harry have been assigned to a case halfway across the country. And getting stuck for over twelve hours in a car with him is nothing short of excruciating. But having to share a bed with him? A fate worse than death. (aka: enemies to lovers + one bed trope!)
~ Bite Me* | (vampire!harry)
The one where your boyfriend, Harry, is a vampire.  And you wish you could feel what he felt.
~ Overdrive* | (street racer!harry)
The one where it’s 1969 and Harry likes to drive really, really fast.
~ Teenage Dirtbag* | (frat!harry)
The one where Harry's popular, cool, and everything you aren't. And maybe you want to keep him your dirty, little secret.
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Blurbs:
~ Blurb Masterlist
Collection of blurbs and drabbles for Harry Styles, Dylan O'Brien, and Chris Evans
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Credit for the amazing dividers to @firefly-graphics
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mdpplgtz03 · 1 year
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Can anyone help me out?? I’ve been trying like crazy to find this fic! I think it was part of a series.
CEO!chris (I think) and he proposes to his girl while doing it in the kitchen/on the kitchen counter.
I read it along time ago and thought I saved it
Hi! I don't know the fic but I share it in case another user/blog knows 🥰
People, let's help the anon. Let's go find the fic!
If anyone knows the fic, just comment it below. 👇🏻
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I’m Right Here Sir Pt. 3
Pairing: Grumpy! CEO!Ari Levinson x barista!reader 
Summary: When Ari is having a rough morning all he wants is a coffee. It just so happens that you were working the register this morning at his favorite coffee shop.
Warning(s): Ari is 6’8”, Grumpy!Ari, cursing, smaller reader, fluff, angst, smut??, slight age gap (Reader is 21 and Ari is 35)
A/N: I am so sorry for such a late update. I have been so busy with college and I’m just ready for this all to be over. I took my last exam this week and this mind block has finally left so hopefully this week I will be updating more. Also, Andy might be getting his own little series after this one once you’ve read this chapter ;)
Word Count: 2.5K
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯 18+ 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵! 𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯 18+ 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯 18+ 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬. 𝘋𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭 / 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 / 𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘳 / 𝘢𝘰3 / 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘣𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴.
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You had seen Ari two days ago and today was the day you were supposed to go on a date with him. Excitement and anxiety shot through your body when you realized you were going on a date with Ari.
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It was during your lunch break when you got a call from Ari. Well, it was a FaceTime call since Ari said, “Why would I call you when I can FaceTime you and see your gorgeous face?” His words not yours.
Putting in your earbuds you accept the call and his handsome face lit up your screen. 
A bright smile appeared on your face just from seeing his beautiful smile.
“Hi Ari!” You called out, your cheeks starting to hurt from how wide your smile was.
His beautiful smile lit up your screen as his baritone voice hit your ears.
“Hello lovey. How’s your day been?” He asked, running a large hand through his long hair.
You rested your head in your hand before responding,
“It’s been good, I miss you though and I’m really nervous for tonight.”
Ari’s beautiful laughter rang through the earbuds, bringing a shy smile and blush to your face.
“I miss you too bunny, and don’t be nervous about tonight okay? We could literally be dumpster diving and I’d still be that happiest guy alive because you’re there.”
Of course Ari knew how to make you blush hard as your cheeks felt warmer.
You hid behind your hand as he gave you a small pout.
“Hey don’t hide your face from me! I wanna see your beautiful face.” 
Your giggles ran through the break room as your cheeks felt even warmer.
“You really have a way of making me blush huh? Let me guess, that’s how you get all your girls?”
On the screen Ari rubbed the back of his neck, a smirk evident on his lovely face.
“I mean the only girl I’m trying to get is you, so I’m hoping my sweet talk is working.”
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You and Ari talked some more before he had to leave for a meeting and you had to leave due to your lunch break being over.
As you get back to the front of the café you’re met with a very familiar face. 
Forcing a smile on your face you greeted her with your everyday greeting. 
“Hi, what can I get for you?”
Deena looked up from her phone before smirking at you, her perfectly waxed eyebrows raising slightly.
“Well, well, well, who do we have here? I knew you didn’t fit with Ari but this just confirmed my suspicions.” Her high voice made you want to punch yourself over and over.
You sighed to yourself before responding.
“Deena, it's so nice to see you again. What can I get you?”
If looks could kill, you’d be dead with that icy glare she sent your way. 
“Listen you worthless bitch, you are serving me right now so I demand some respect.” 
A fake smile made it to your face as your blood began to boil. You were not a worthless bitch and you certainly didn’t need to give her any damn respect, however you were on the clock so you just sucked it up and took the high road, something she couldn’t do.
“How can I help you today ma’am?”
A snarky smirk made its way to her face before her hot pink lips parted and her obnoxious voice filled your ears.
“I want a large vanilla latte with oat milk instead of regular milk, as hot as possible with a chicken salad and two slices of your banana nut bread. You can charge Mr. Levinson’s personal card since he goes here so often. Why? I have no idea because this place is garbage.” Deena said, her nose turned up as if she was the greatest thing in the world.
You typed in her order but clocked your head to the side at her request to charge his card. You knew that the drink and salad weren’t for him because he drinks black coffee and he prefers the sandwiches here over the salad.
“I’m sorry but unless Mr. Levinson is here. I can't charge his personal card.” 
You could see the anger burning through her veins as she huffed. Seeing her face start to become red made you smile on the inside.
“What do you mean you can’t charge his card because he’s not here? I work for him so just charge it.” She spat, her manicured hands gripping on her phone so tightly, her knuckles were starting to turn white.
You sent her a smirk before replying, “As I stated ma’am, I can’t charge his personal card unless he is here. You may say you work for him but I don’t know that for sure. So do you have another card or form of payment you can use? Or I can cancel your order for you if that would be better for you.”
Deena seethed as she ripped open her bag and shuffled through the bag before slamming the card down on the counter. 
“Well? Swipe my damn business card.” She shot out, motioning for you to do so.
“The card reader is in front of you. If you’ll just swipe the card.” 
An embarrassed blush made it onto her face and she viscously swiped the card through and paid. You handed her the receipt and told her the wait time before she stormed off towards a table, her heels clicking on the ground.
You rolled your eyes at her tantrum before going to make her things.
Once everything was done you called out her name and handed it to her, muttering a ‘have a good day’ before going back to the front.
Just as you turned around her scream resonated through the air.
“YOU STUPID LITTLE BITCH GET OVER HERE NOW.”
At that comment you whipped your head around and saw Deena standing there, chest heaving up and down in anger.
“Excuse me?” You asked, walking up towards her behind the counter.
“Where the hell is your manager?” She spat, slamming the items on the counter before crossing her arms.
Before you could even respond you felt a presence behind you.
“Hi my name is Ben can I help you with something?” You were relieved to hear your manager’s voice. 
Ben was the nicest but sassiest man you’ve ever met and you sometimes wondered how his husband dealt with him, you wondered how his husband and his kids dealt with him.
“Are you the manager in this shit hole?” Deena questioned.
Ben looked at you before looking at her with the most sarcastic smile in the world.
“Hi yes I am the manager in this shit hole. We serve ugly ass bitches with kindness. What seems to be the problem?” He sassed.
Deena gasped at what he said.
“Listen, your little worker made my order wrong and I want a full refund and this bitch fired. She has been nothing but rude towards me.” She screeched, stomping her foot on the ground.
“What did she do wrong on your order?” He asked, ignoring her comment about firing you.
“I asked for oat milk in my latte and for it to be extremely hot and she couldn’t do either one of those right.” 
Ben sighed before resting his hand on his hip. 
“Why don’t I remake it for you? Would that solve your issue today?” He asked, already done with this conversation.
Deena and you hadn’t noticed, but Ben could see Ari entering the café. 
Ari looked at the scene going on in front of him but before he could ask why Deena was there and what was happening, Deena escalated the issue even more.
“No, that won’t resolve my issue. But this will.” Before anyone could ask what she was doing, she picked up her drink and threw it at you, burning your skin and covering you in coffee.
You jumped back and screamed, the hot liquid burning your skin as Ben pulled you behind him.
“Deena what the hell did you just do?!” Ari shouted, storming up behind her.
She quickly turned around and gasped, dropping the cup to the ground as Ben helped you to the back, him and two other people on staff that day helping you clean up and into new clothes.
“Mr. Levinson! You won’t believe what happened, she-” 
“She didn’t do anything. I saw what happened. How dare you assault someone like that! You’re lucky if she doesn’t press charges.”
“I-”
“Why the hell were you even here anyways! You were supposed to be calling Mr.Barber about the business dinner that was coming up! Get the hell out of here and go back to the office. I’ll deal with you later.”
Before she could utter out a response, Ari went to find someone working with you to go see you in the back. 
While all that was happening in the front, in the break room Ben and one of the workers named Marissa were helping you find clothes to change into. 
Marissa was a highschool girl who worked on the weekends with you. She luckily always kept an extra pair of clothes in her locker and gave them to you which you were so grateful for. 
Ben was currently on the phone with his husband who was a doctor and asking him how to tell if your burns were serious or not.
Marissa was helping you wipe some of the coffee off your arms with a cold towel when there was a knock on the door.
Looking up you see Ari and your co-worker Davis at the door, the look on Ari’s face could be described as angry, sad, and relieved.
Marissa stepped away as Ari came forward, thanking her quietly as he took the towel from her hands and went to kneel next to you.
You kept wiping away at your neck as Ari helped with the arm that wasn’t working.
He sighed softly before setting his hand softly on your chin, moving your head to look at him.
“Are you okay bunny? I’m so sorry for what she did. I didn’t even realize she had come here and if I knew she was going to do that I would have-”
You stopped his rambling by setting your hands onto his face. He saw your skin bright red and pulled your arms gently away from his face, kissing your burned skin.
“I don’t blame you for anything that happened with her, okay? I just want to go home and shower and sleep.” You tell him honestly, now feeling the sticky coffee on your skin rather than the burning liquid.
Ben came back with a frown before his eyes lit up at the sight of Ari kneeling down in front of you.
“Okay so hubby said that with everything I wonderfully explained to him, you’re going to be okay, nothing crazy. He said to go buy this cream just in case it starts to hurt a bit, but other than that you’re gonna be okay. You’ve got the rest of the day off, I’m gonna cover for you because girl no one but that bitch deserves what happened to you.” He spewed, coming up and sitting next to you on the bench.
Ben turned his head towards Ari before becoming very serious. 
“You mister. I don’t know exactly who you are but I do know you’re supposed to be going on a date with this lovely girl right here. I need you-- no demand you to take her home, order take out, and take care of your amazing girl.” Ben declared, a blush forming on your face at the comment of you being Ari’s girl.
Ari agreed and helped you grab your things before saying goodbye to Ben, you doing the same before heading over to Ari’s car and giving him your address.
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When you made it home Ari helped you into your house, setting your things down before motioning you off to go and shower.
You are so thankful but also heartbroken that Ari was there. You didn’t want to ruin the date he had planned for you tonight but you were glad he was there and is now spending the rest of the day with you hopefully.
While you were in the shower Ari called up his best friend and business partner Andy Barber.
“Ari what’s up?” Andy asked, usually not getting a call from Ari during work hours unless he needed something.
“Did Deena ever call you about that business dinner?” Ari asked, running his large hand through his hair.
“No, my assistant had to call Deena and when she did no one picked up.”
Ari sighed at Andy’s response, wanting to slam his head into a wall.
“I need to fire Deena. She came to my girl’s workplace and threw hot coffee on her just because she didn’t like her!” Ari ranted, finally being able to speak his mind to his best friend.
“What the hell? Is your girl gonna press charges? I know that if  Dove got hot coffee thrown on her I would be pressing charges against whoever hurt her.” 
Andy and Ari spoke some more before ending the call. Ari called up some chinese food to be delivered before you had come into the living room, showered and changed.
You walk up to him and Ari’s arms immediately open up for you to snuggle into.
Sighing at the feeling of his warm arms around you, you buried your face into his chest as you felt his soft lips on your forehead.
“I’m sorry I messed up tonight’s date plans.” You mumbled into his chest.
Ari pulled away from you slightly at your comment before lifting your chin to make you look up at him.
“Don’t apologize for something that isn’t your fault. I would rather spend time with you here, than go on some silly date just because I wanted a day out. You being okay and safe is all that matters to me okay?” 
At Ari’s words your eyes fill with tears. Throwing yourself back into Ari’s chest, snuggling into his body.
“I have some sweatpants in my car, let me go and change and then we can cuddle and eat good ass Chinese food.”
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You both moved towards the couch and Ari paid for the Chinese food, both of you cuddling and filling your stomachs while watching some random show that you weren’t really paying attention.
After you both finished you put on a movie you both would actually pay attention to.
Cuddling into his warm embrace you could feel your eyelids slowly start to become heavy. 
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As the end credits rolled Ari looked down to be met with you asleep on his chest. Ari himself could feel his eyelids slowly become heavy as well. He laid a soft kiss onto your head before whispering soft words towards you.
“You don’t understand how much you mean to me. I know I’ve only known you for a bit, but I can already see myself with you forever.”
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➼ boutique-for-the-best [☁️]🌟
(Chris Evans X Fashion Designer! Reader)
:Chris and Y/n the perfect example of the term 'made for each other' especially when in comes to support
➼ A Week In The Life Of The Evans[☁️]
(Husband!Chris Evans x Gothic! Reader)
: Y/n and Chris show off their new marriage, the only way they know how, via youtube
↪️Part two: Crybaby [☁️]🌟
(Husband!Dad!Chris x Gothic!Mom!Reader)
: Looks like that pregnancy test in the vlog meant something, and sprouted into the cute and loving mini evans, Alice. Follow the adventures of their cute family with quite the image.
➼ Written on Polaroids [☁️*]
(Husband!Chris Evans x Plus Size Reader)
: Y/n's secret diary gets exposed in the best way possible, which may involve a few camera shots
➼ Designer Love [☁️]🌟
(Husband!Chris Evans x Pregnant!Reader)
: Y/n can’t find any darn clothes she loves, so Chris takes his role to the next level
➼ Hairy Shenanigans [☁️]🌟
(Husband!Chris Evans x Pregnant!Reader)
: Y/n needs some help with her shaving capabilities and her husband is more than willing to help out
➼ Hottie By The Bar [☁️/Slight *]
(Chris Evans x Reader)
: Y/n catches the eye of a familiar man by the bar, which can only end in her favour
➼ The Winner [☁️]🌟
(Husband!Chris Evans x Famous!Reader)
: Chris is Y/n’s number one fan, there’s no doubt about it
➼ Wisdom Teeth [☁️]🌟
(Husband!Chris Evans x Wife!Reader)
: Chris sends Y/n on one hell of a journey
➼ That Puppy Smell [☁️]🌟
(Boyfriend!Chris Evans x Reader)
:Reader takes Chris Evans to a Puppy cafe
➼ What Is Victoria's Secret Anyway [☁️]🌟
(Husband!Chris Evans x Model!Reader)
: When Y/n gets a massive career opportunity, all she wants is her husband’s support, and she always gets what she wants
➼ You'll Always Be My Girl [☁️/Slight🌧]🌟
(Chris Evans x Reader)
: Y/n’s relatives are anything but supportive, on the other hand we have Chris who is absolutely smitten and will do anything to make sure Y/n knows
➼ Girls' Holiday [☁️/Slight *]🌟
(Husband!Chris Evans x Wife!Reader)
: Y/n and her friends get a few visitors while on their annual girl’s holiday
➼ Enchanted To Meet You [☁️]
(Chris Evans x Reader)
: Y/n Recalls her best memories with Chris, while getting ready for their wedding day ♥️
➼ Love In Translation [☁️]
(Chris Evans x Filipino!Reader)
: Chris is determined to become fluent in Tagalog, for the sweetest reasons
➼ My Spoilt Girl [☁️]🌟
(Rich CEO!Chris Evans x Reader)
: Chris loves spending money on his girl, even if it means he’ll end up spending more in future
➼ I’m Only Yours [☁️/Slight🌧]🌟
(Chris Evans x Reader)
: Chris and Y/n overcome insecurities in their relationship with some tender loving care
➼ My Happily Ever After [☁️]🌟
(Chris Evans x Reader)
: Chris, his family and Y/n spend the day at Disneyland. Chris of course, uses this opportunity to show how much he loves Y/n, in the most adorable ways possible
➼ I Need You More [☁️/Slight🌧]
(CEO!Chris Evans x Nurse!Reader)
: A CEO gets admitted into hospital with mild amnesia, only to find himself falling in love with the only person that can heal him
➼ Magical Kisses [☁️]
(Chris Evans x Stunt Double!Reader)
: Y/n injures herself on set, just to find out a cast isn’t the only thing healing her pain
➼ Ghostly [☁️/🌧]
(Ghost!Soulmate!Chris Evans X Alive!Reader)
: Y/n has an extremely tiring day, but with her ghost boyfriend everything takes a turn for the better
➼ Back Home [☁️]
(Boyfriend!Chris Evans x Filipino!Reader)
: An island getaway leads to Chris meeting Y/n's family, and him finding a new family of his own. Very fluffy domestic settings
↺ Part 2 Where Y/n meets Chris' Family
My Home [☁️]
➼ Shag Me [☁️]
(Husband!Chris Evans x British Singer!Reader)
:Despite being together for so long, Y/n and Chris still need to overcome their “language barrier”
➼ Baby It’s Breaking News[☁️]
(Husband!Chris Evans x Kardashian Reader)
: After keeping their life for the most part quiet, Y/n and Chris agree to give a statement to the Hollywood press (Article Style with an interview)
➼ Coffee Run[☁️]
(Chris Evans x Nurse!Reader)
: Nurse reader who works part time at a coffee shop has more than one run in with Chris and babies
➼ I Am Groot [☁️]
(Husband!Chris Evans x Pregnant!Reader)
: With hormones at an all time high, Chris has to be prepared even in the most funniest scenarios, obviously leading to kisses and cuddles + a smidge of horniness
➼ The Build Up [☁️]🌟
(Husband!Construction!Chris x Wife!Reader)
: Nothing better than an onsite visite by the Mrs, major domestic Chris! and fluff
↺ Part 2: The Build Up Pt2🌟
: Y/n and Chris retell the start of their love story to the boys, major domestic house fluff! Major dilf Chris
➼ Doggy Booth [☁️]
(Chris Evans x Reader)
: Chris and Y/n play around with tiktok features, obviously with Dodger
➼ Kittens, Kisses and Nails [☁️]🌟
(Husband!Chris Evans x Shy!Wife!Reader)
: Chris can never say no to his darling wife, she has him wrapped around her newly manicured fingers
➼ The Boudoir Book [☁️] !DRABBLE!🌟
(Husband!Chris x Wife!Reader)
: Y/n decides to create a boudoir book for her husband, and waits to see his reaction
➼ Dodger's Reveal [☁️]🌟
(Husband!Dad!Chris x Pregnant!Mom!Reader)
: Some lucky gender reveal doesn’t go according to plan, well traditionally anyway, all thanks to Dodger
➼ Blinded By Lust [🌧]
(Chris Evans x Blind!Reader)
: Y/n can’t help but blame herself when Chris looks for an outlook elsewhere
PT2: Eyes Wide Open [☁️🌧️]
➼ Chris Evans Pregnancy Scenarios (☁️/Slight Angst and Smut🌟
(Chris Evans x Pregnant!Reader)
=Not a series, just a compilation
Chapter 1,Chapter 2,Chapter 3,Chapter 4
➼ Chris Evans Dad Scenarios (☁️/Slight Angst and Smut)🌟
(Dad!Chris Evans x Mom!Reader)
=Not a series, just a compilation
Chapter 1,Chapter 2,Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5
➼ Mr Evans and Dodger [☁️]
(Chris Evans x Vet!Reader)
:Chris falls for his new Dog Groomer, Henry Cavill's cousin
➼ Sugar Baby Love [☁️/*]🌟
(Rich!Ceo!Chris x reader)
: Finally getting their relationship sorted out leads to a hot night filled with passionate lovemaking, !Dad!Chris at the end?! Major family man vibes xoxo !Fluffy smut!
➼ Daddy’s a Builder [☁️]🌟
(Husband!Construction!Chris x Wife!Mom!Reader)
: When the kids want a treehouse? Chris comes to the rescue. When the kids want lunch? Oh that’s momma’s specialty ‼️Southern Dilf Chris Fluff‼️
➼ Hot Tubs and Bubs [☁️]🌟
(Husband!Chris x Wife!Reader)
:Y/n makes it up to Chris with a bit of a pampering session, with just the two of them (or so she hopes)
➼ Heartful not a Handful [☁️]
(Husband!Dad!Chris x Actress!Wife!Reader)
: Chris and Y/n prove how strong their love for each other is, how they can overcome any and everything
➼ I’m here [☁️🌧]
(Chris Evans x Sisterlike reader)
:Chris is there for Y/n when people continuously try to bring her down
➼ All Pretty and All Mine [☁️*]🌟
(Bf!Chris x GF!Reader)
:Y/n ans Chris celebrate their one year anniversary with a bit of lace and love
➼ Small Big Big Lovin [☁️]🌟
(Husband!Chris X Short!reader)
: Fans retell the best part of Chris and Y/n's relationship
> HC 🌟:pt2 of ‘Small Big Big Lovin’
: Chris and reader call the triplets little ducks/ducklings because of Scrooge McDuck (the Disney character) and his little ducklings
>> A Halloween for Three
>>> Oops, Sorry Daddy🌟
>>>> An Extra Nipple please🌟
>>>>> What Binky Fairy?🌟
>>>>>> Teething Triplets
➼ Mermaid’s Tale (DRABBLE) [☁️]
(Husband!Chris x Wife!Reader)
: Y/n has another one of her schemes underway, one which may include a scaly tale and a surprised Chris
➼ Cookie Monster [☁️]🌟
(Husband!Chris x Pregnant!Wife!Reader)
:Chris provides a wall of support for his cookie stealing wife
➼ Just like Daddy [☁️/*]🌟
(CEO!Husband!Chris x Mom!Reader)
: With Halloween's arrival, there’s nothing but festive cheers at the Evan's household, with a few surprises too! ‼️Major Dilf and family man Chris‼️
➼ My Wife, My Love [☁️/*] 🌟
(Construction!BF!Chris x GF!Reader)
: with y/n taking a new job across town, her hunk of a man pays her a steamy visit, and big decisions are made
➼ Bedazzled and Bewildered [☁️]🌟
(Chris Evans! x Fiancé!Shy!Reader)
: Y/n is supposed to be celebrating one of her major stepping stones but that seems to be far from her friends’ intentions. Thankfully Chris always knows what to do
➼ Mischievous Monkey [☁️]🌟
(Dad!Chris Evans x Mom!Reader)
: After a routine family nap, a certain little Evans gets up to harmless no good deeds
➼ Shorty McLovin [☁️*]🌟
(Chris Evans x Short!Hairstylist!Reader)
: Chris and Y/n can't keep their hands off each other
➼ Flashed a Tit [☁️/slight*]🌟
(Chris Evans x Pregnant!Reader)
: Y/n finds a way to win over an argument with Chris, with the help of her tits ‼️Spicy fluff‼️
➼ Home CHRIStening [☁️*]🌟
(Construction!Chris x GF!Reader)
: Chris and Y/n take a new approach to a house blessing
➼ The Summer I met you [☁️]🌟
(Chris Evans x Shy!Reader)
: Chris meets Shy Reader. The reader is traveling with girlfriends and is mostly ignored and turned on. Such as eating less or talking more. Chris can’t look at it more and goes there and says that the reader is beautiful
➼ That ass though [☁️*]🌟
(Husband!Chris Evans x Short!Wife!Mom!Reader)
: Y/n is on another one of her missions of teasing Chris, everyone knows he’s an ass man, but who knew leggings had so much power?
➼ Daddy Duties [☁️*]🌟
(Fiancé!Chris Evans x Pregnant!Reader)
: Y/n can’t sleep, and Chris has the most plausible solution. Some playtime comes with Daddy Duties, Chris’ duties
➼ Bunny, all warm n’ fuzzy [☁️*]🌟
(BF!Chris Evans x GF!Short!Reader)
: chris evans x short! reader +breeding + daddy kink+ overstimulation/smut where they are having sex but are trying new positions because some can get uncomfortable due to how short the reader is compared to Chris
➼ Act Like A Mother [☁️/🌧️]🌟
(Dad!Husb!Chris x Wife!Mom!Reader)
: Chris is stressed and reader has been taking care of the kids then one day she’s maybe cooking, just far away from the kids and one of them maybe falls and hurts themselves and Chris criticizes readers mothering skills
➼ Protector, Mine [☁️/🌧️]🌟
(BF!Chris x GF!Reader)
: Hi! If you take requests can you write one where reader is home alone when there’s a break in while Chris is out with friends?
➼ My Little Peach [☁️*]
(BF!Chris Evans x Short!Reader)
: Chris Evans bringing his short sized girlfriend! Reader to the park for their date. They are having lots of fun and Chris is in the "mood". Pantie vibrator, ass touching, pussy clenching and naughty whispers
➼ Bikini Bottom [☁️]🌟
(Frat!Chris Evans x Girlfriend!Reader)
: Frat!Chris falls lovesick and clings onto his girl for dear life, it doesn’t help when she’s parading around in a bikini. Overall, Y/n and Chris are the ultimate campus couple 💌 (lovesick puppy chris)
➼ Pretty Boy [☁️]
(Frat!Chris Evans x Girlfriend!Reader)
: Chris can’t help but drop everything to go see his precious princess, even if it means ditching his frat parties in the process. Once again taking the role of a lovesick puppy,
➼ First Argument or not [☁️]
(Frat!Chris Evans x Girlfriend!Reader)
: Their first argument, which really isn’t an argument, but it’s the closest thing these lovebirds will ever get to it because they’re so damn in love and can’t stay mad at each other♥️😭
>> HC! Frat!Chris
➼ Breast Present ever [☁️*]
(Dad!Construction!Chris x Preg!Mom!Reader)
: Despite being parents, Y/n pulls a naughty trick on her husband by appearing under the tree, naked. + Chris her husband makes a second impression on the father-in-law
➼ Ice Pop Baby [☁️/slight*]
(Sugar Daddy!Chris Evans x Pregnant!Reader)
: Being pregnant in summer sucks, but being pregnant in summer with Chris Evans, doesn’t suck as much
➼ Make Me a Daddy [☁️*]
(Teacher!Chris x Busty!Single!Mom!Reader)
: One parent’s meeting turns into a raging breeding session, as Y/n meets her son’s teacher for the first time, making him a daddy is first priority
➼ Pillowy Thighs [☁️*]
(Husband!Chris Evans x Plus size!Wife!Reader)
: Y/n feels insecure watching all the other girls in the club, so Chris shows his wife why he loves watching her body move
➼ Daddy’s Pudge [☁️*]
(Construction!Chris x Wife!Pregnant!Reader)
: With Chris sporting more of a dad bod, Y/n gives him a little pick me up to show how sexy her baby daddy really is. (EmotionallySoft!Chris) (Dilf!Chris)
➼ Baby Name List [☁️*]
(Cowboy!Chris x Girlfriend!Reader)
: Chris finds out about Y/n’s baby name list, and wants to put some of them to good use ASAP (girlboss!reader) (emotional Chris)
➼Pretty Boy n' his Pretty Peach [☁️*] (Frat!Chris Evans x Girlfriend!Reader) :A valentines celebration turns into a lovemaking fuck fest, with a lot of love, emotions and promises (Soft!Chris)(Fluffy aftercare)
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Affair with his Assistant !Drabble![🌧]
(Husband!Andy Barber x Wife!Reader)
: Looks like Andy's work trips with his assistant were just him acting with his dick and not his head. Now his marriage is over
Guilty Pleasures [🌧️*]
(Dark!Married!Andy x Sister-in-law Reader)
: Sometimes getting the things we want, can be the best form of revenge, it’s even better when it ends in our favour (Cheating Andy and Laurie so it’s even😀)
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➼ One Month Fill Up [☁️*]🌟
(Husband!Ari Levinson x Wife!Reader)
: Ari leaves Y/n one hell of a going away present, one that leaves her stuffed to say the least, after-all it’s just one more month he needs
➼ Overstimulation [☁️*]🌟
(Husband!Ari x Wife!Reader)
: imagine overstim w ari and like borderline dub-con. you’re begging for him slow down and that u can’t take anymore but he keeps on going. he goes harder and whispers sweet nothings in your ear
➼ Eyes Wide Open [☁️/🌧️]
(Ari x GF!Reader/Ex!Chris)
: After Chris cheated on Y/n, she falls into the arms of the local grumpy beefy mechanic, her new man Ari Levinson
➼ Sleepy Sex Session [☁️*]
(Ari Levinson x Girlfriend!Reader)
: slow, lazy sex with Ari, both lying in bed either late at night or really early in the morning. full of love and just something sweet
➼ Child Bearing Hip Dips [☁️*]
(Professor!Ari Levinson x College!Student!Reader)
: Ari overhears his babygirl's conversation with her friends, he teaches her another lesson, why he loves her love handles. (DILF!Ari) (Dom!Ari)
➼ The Breeding Ground [☁️*]
(Alpha!Ari Levinson × Omega!Pregnant!Reader)
: To others, Ari's house was a breeding ground for him and his omega, but to him it was just fulfilling her purpose of carrying his pups (DILF!Ari) (Slightly manipulative
➼ Pillow Humping Princess [☁️*]
(Ari Levinson x Bimbo!Reader)
: Ari catches his sweet baby humping her own pillow, just how far is he willing to ruin her innocence? With him using her pillow right in front of her to teach her a lesson. (mean!Ari) (Dom!ari) (Reader is jealous over a pillow)
pt2- ➼ Sleepy Humping Princess [☁️*]
(Ari Levinson x Bimbo!Reader)
:Beefy!Ari comes home to fuck his bimbo baby awake, hopefully knocking her up in the process.He loves coming home to that naked lump under his bedsheets (Beefy!Ari) (Somnophilia)
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➼ Smokin’ Hot Husband [☁️🌧️]
(pairing: Dad!Husband!Ransom Drysdale x Pregnant!Wife!Reader)
: Y/n catches her eldest son smoking, and with her being very emotional, it’s up to Ransom to save the day
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➼ Bimbo Babe [☁️*]
(Steve Rogers × Bimbo!Reader)
: Y/n stupidly keeps shoving her tits and pussy into Steve's face until he finally has enough and has to have them smothering his face (Dom!Steve) (MeanSteve)
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