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In Living Color

Chapter 25

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July 25th, 2022

Chris let out a sigh of relief as he stepped into his mother’s house from the back door, the cool air of the home giving him and Scott a reprieve from the heatwave outside. They found their Ma in her kitchen, putting away some groceries with a smile on her face as she saw her sons.

“I certainly didn’t expect to see you here today,” Lisa greeted, coming over to hug them both. She hugged Scott before hugging Chris, holding her oldest son's arms as she pulled away and told him, “I figured it would take at least another day for you to recover from the press tour.”

Chris laughed, the sound echoing through the otherwise quiet home. “Oh I’ll be going to bed early tonight, that’s for sure,” he assured her with a nod.

Scott smirked at the words, moving to grab a cup from a cabinet and fill it with water. “I’m honestly surprised that you didn’t just fly straight to San Francisco to see Nat,” he drawled, his voice booming.

“Yeah, it’s been what? A month since you’ve seen her?” Lisa asked, raising a brow as she dropped her hands from Chris’ arms and headed back into the kitchen, pulling groceries from the bags resting on the island counter.

“I was with her over the fourth so almost a month,” he corrected, leaning down to pet his Ma’s dogs as they danced at his feet. But then he thought back to his visit earlier in the month, at the fleeting moments they’d had together, but otherwise… he’d been alone. Nat’s schedule was busier than ever, if it was even possible, and she spent so much time glued to her laptop that he missed her even when he was there. “I miss Nat so fuckin’ much but I’m almost thinking about staying here.”

Lisa raised a brow suspiciously as she closed the fridge, tucking the reusable grocery bags into each other. “Oh really?” She asked him while she looked at him curiously.

“I’m just so exhausted. Going from filming earlier this year to the Lightyear press and right into The Gray Man press, I’m just so tired,” he murmured with a shake of his head as he leaned his hip against the island. “And now that I’ll be going to Atlanta soon for Pain Hustlers, I feel like I just need a break away from everything.”

“Maybe Nat could come out here instead?”

“Yeah I think I might ask her if she could,” Chris nodded his head. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see her, in fact, the opposite was true but after being dragged from one interview to another then put on a plane to make another appearance and do the whole routine again, he was craving his safe space more than ever. He just wanted to be home and sleep in his own bed, have home cooked meals, and decompress in the place he felt the most himself. Chris ran a hand through his hair while he mused, “I want to see her so bad, but when I’m there during the week, she’s at work anyway so it’s not like we get to spend much time together.”

He watched as Lisa pursed her lips while she listened to his words. “Well maybe once you rest up a little more, you could go out for a weekend,” she suggested, her eyebrows raising hopefully as she looked at her oldest son. He shrugged his shoulders at that as he heard Scott’s small noise of agreement and sighed.

“I don’t have many more weekends before I start filming again,” he began as he stared down at the marble countertop. He’d gotten the official schedules for both shoots a few weeks ago, and there was virtually no spare time once he started the first project, but what little time he had left before was quickly getting filled up in Massachusetts. He hadn’t been home for a long stretch of time since the previous year, and even then he spent most of 2021 in Los Angeles, growing his relationship with Nat. He’d missed home, missed seeing his family, the kids, getting to just live without constantly looking over his shoulder. And the growing list of responsibilities from ASP that he’d been ignoring while working were piling up, and his schedule was full of tasks between now and the middle of August. By then, he’d jump right into the shoots around Florida and Georgia with the cast of Pain Hustlers to then be in Atlanta working for months on end for Red One, having no real opportunities to visit Nat in California. “I just hate to disappoint Nattie.”

“Honey, you know Nat will understand,” Lisa placated her son, looking at him seriously as she listened to his words. “She won’t want you to kill yourself just to come see her.”

Chris shook his head, explaining, “Oh I know she’ll understand, Nat always does.”

“I know a certain dog who will be happy that you’ll be around here for a while,” she pointed out with a small chuckle, shaking her head in amusement.

“You should have seen how I woke up this morning. Dodger was laying right on top of me,” Chris laughed, thankful for the shift in conversation away from him changing his and Nat’s plans.

Scott’s dry laugh cut through the room as he told their mother, “He’s been right on Chris’ heels all day.”

Lisa smiled at the comment, before her eyes turned curious and she looked at Chris as he finally sat down in a barstool next to Chris. “What were you guys up to today?” She asked them both, looking between them.

“Well…” Chris started as Scott bit his lip, turning to look at him as well. With both his Ma’s and Scott’s eyes on him, a smile crossed his lips. “That’s actually part of the reason we came over…”

“Why’s that?”

A warm smile crossed his lips as his brain was able to switch from the exhaustion his whole body was clouded in, to instead thinking about the purchase he made hours earlier and the meaning that came with it as he told his mother, “I bought something for Nat today that I wanted to show you…”

He could feel Lisa’s eyes on him as he pulled the velvet box out of the plain white bag and handed it over to her. He watched as she flipped it open and saw the shining diamond ring inside as she gasped, “Chris, you got her a ring? You’re going to ask her to marry you?”

“Yeah Ma, I am,” a warmth spread throughout him as he said those words out loud.

Chris could see the tears glossing her eyes as she gasped, “Oh honey, I couldn’t be happier.”

“Me neither,” he shook his head almost in disbelief that this was really happening. His own tears started gathering in his blue eyes, making him blink furiously before he swallowed the emotional lump in his throat, “I think I’ve known for a while now that Nat was the one for me but when I was with her in San Francisco for our anniversary earlier this year I just… knew. I just don’t want anyone but her.”

“I knew from that first time I met her that you two would be together,” Lisa stated firmly before going over to hug her eldest son tightly.

“I think we all knew that one,” Scott chimed in with a chuckle from where he had sat down at the counter, knowing that Chris and Nat being together was something they all saw coming a mile away.

Chris had to wipe a hand along his cheeks, swiping away the tears as he admitted, “I just love her so much. I never even knew it could feel like this,”

“I’m so happy for you Chris. I can honestly say this is the best decision you’ve ever made,” his mother encouraged him with a hand rubbing up and down his back but then wanted to know, “When are you going to ask her?”

The question was one he’d been thinking about a lot but still hadn’t figured out an answer to, letting her in, “I’m not sure yet. I don’t really have a specific time so I’m just going to ask her when the moment feels right.”

Lisa couldn’t help but give him another hug, squeezing him tightly as she once again told him just how happy she was before the conversation shifted toward dinner and the brothers decided to stay and help get things ready. As Chris was pulling out the plates, his gaze drifted down to the ring box that was sitting open on the counter and felt the conversation happening around him seem to drift away. He picked up the box and looked at that sparkling ring, imagining what it would look like on Nat’s hand and almost finding it unbelievable that at the beginning of the previous year he hadn’t even met her, but now here he was ready to place this on her hand with the promise of forever.

He loved her so much it almost hurt and even as insecure and indecisive as he could be, this was one decision that didn’t leave any doubts in his mind other than the timing. With his schedule being full with two more movies and Nat being in San Francisco for her job, he didn’t know the next time that they’d get any extended amount of time together and although it left him at a loss on how to fully support her while he wasn’t there, he had come to see through their breakup that none of it mattered. Sure, it was a hurdle they’d need to figure out how to cross, but all that mattered is that he had Nat in his life and he wanted her forever. Chris knew that this was the best thing that could ever happen to him, but what he didn’t know is that while he stood here full of joy and peace, the woman he loved was across the country feeling desperately trapped in the new job and life she had chosen and felt more stuck that she ever had in her life.

Nat shut the creaking door behind her and locked the deadbolt, closing her eyes and leaning her head against the door as she felt her muscles tense. She looked around her dark apartment, feeling… indifferent to everything. Coming home had always been something sacred to her, her escape, her happy place, where she hosted friends, family, game nights, and movie nights. But here… she’d hole up for days over a weekend without having anyone here who would reach out to say, “Hey! Haven’t seen you this weekend, want to grab brunch tomorrow?”, only to hear a ping alerting her to new emails. It was no longer a place of refuge to her, instead, it felt like a place where she couldn’t take a deep breath, where she could never relax, where no one would come looking, or even stop by. She was completely alone here in this silent apartment, but the one bright spot that had gotten her through so many days was knowing that in one day, her apartment would be occupied by the heart-of-gold man that she loved so dearly. His laughter would fill the tiny space, his hands would rub her aching back, and his presence would fill the void in her heart that had been hurting so badly.

When her phone started ringing, she pulled it out and saw his name on her screen, bringing out the first genuine smile in a long time as she held it up to her ear and greeted him with a hello that sounded a lot less enthusiastic than she intended but just couldn’t seem to muster anything more.

“Hi honey, is this a good time?” He asked her, his voice filling her ear.

She nodded, suppressing the sigh that caught in her throat. “Yeah I’m just walking through my door,” she told him, hanging her bag on the hook by the door as she kicked her shoes off.

Nat heard him huff out a breath, his voice quiet as he pointed out, “Nattie, it’s almost eight there.”

She shook her head, frowning at his concern. She knew it was well placed, it always was. They cared about each other to be making those jabs at the other, but it didn’t mean her shoulders relaxed a little at every concerned comment he made. If anything, it made her feel a little worse. “I know, it just was a busy day,” she explained, her voice quiet as she turned on the lights and stepped further into the apartment.

“Will you promise me that you’ll have some dinner?”

“I promise I will,” she told him, glancing towards the shoebox of a kitchen before she headed into the living room, sitting down on the couch with a sigh. “I actually am a little surprised to hear from you. I figured you’d be asleep with you flying out here tomorrow.”

“That’s actually what I wanted to call you about,” he began, pausing as he sighed. Nat froze, listening as he finally asked, “Nattie, would it disappoint you if I didn’t come out to San Francisco?”

Her brows furrowed and her hand reached, plucking a few threads from the worn blanket on the couch as she fidgeted anxiously. “Is everything okay?” She asked worriedly, unsure if something had happened

“Yeah, yeah it’s fine, I’m just so exhausted,” he admitted and Nat could have been able to know that without his admission. The weariness in his voice was evident even if she hadn’t known how packed his schedule had been but kept listening as he sighed, “I feel like I’ve just been going non-stop for the past couple months and then with heading into doing two more movies this year, I just feel really overwhelmed. I just want some time to decompress.”

“Of course I’m sad not to see you but that’s fine Chris, I want you to take care of yourself,” Nat told him truthfully. In reality, hearing those words felt like a punch in the gut or as if all the air from her lungs had just been taken away. Having him come out to see her had been the one saving grace through all of this. She knew that if she could just make it to when she’d get to have his arms around her again, then maybe she could do this. Maybe that would help center her again, but in an instant that had been stolen away.

But she couldn’t tell him that. She couldn’t burden him with the knowledge of how much she was struggling while he was so burnt out and had to recharge before being thrown into filming again. Besides, he had warned her. He was the one who told her that this job wasn't for her and that it didn’t seem like the right move for her and he had been right. Nat just couldn’t let anyone, especially herself, know how much this job was taking a toll on her. It was just a job and the fact that she couldn’t seem to handle it only made her feel like even more of a failure than ever.

“I hope you know how much I want to see you and it has nothing to do with that,” Chris went on to assure her, but it brought little healing to her heart because all she could feel was that she was alone yet again. “I also figured that when I’m there during the week I don’t get to see you much anyway and thought that maybe you could come out for a weekend if you have time or I could come out there before Atlanta.”

“I’m not sure yet what my schedule is but we’ll figure something out. I want you to just decompress,” she rushed to tell him, trying hard to cover up the tears and heavy emotion in her voice.

“Are you sure, Nat?”

Nat just took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice before responding with, “I am, I want you to rest. I know how important it is to you to be able to be away from everything in Boston.”

“Thanks for understanding, baby. I love you so much and I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

Nat pushed out a quick “I love you too” before hearing the line hang up. She couldn’t even pull the phone away from her ear before silent tears started spilling out of her eyes. With a shaky finger she clicked the red button before trudging over to the couch where she laid down and grabbed a pillow, clutching it to her chest as the tears just wouldn’t stop pouring down her face.

Nat was so proud of Chris. She was so proud of all he’d done this year, pushing himself with the films he was doing and going through the press tours he hated so much while traveling the world in a whirlwind. She was so happy that he could recognize when he needed a break, and just decompress. She was so glad that he had a place to do that, where he had a home to just be himself and relax but right now she just hated it so much that the home wasn’t with her.

Using the sleeve of her sweatshirt, she furiously wiped at her eyes and sat up. Nat tried so hard to just pull it together, but the moment her eyes glanced out the window of her apartment and she saw the almost tauntingly beautiful view of San Francisco, heavy sobs started pouring out of hers as those tears that she had just wiped away were quickly replaced. Just one look at that view reminded her that she was here in the city by the bay, completely and utterly alone.

She had always loved her job, working as an animator was truly a dream come true. Nat was just a normal girl who had been given an incredible gift by having a father who believed in her, sending her to art school to follow her dreams but it felt like somehow her real dream, the real longing of her heart had slipped through her fingers. Nat had been so happy working at Disney, settling into a life in California over the past decade and having an incredible group of friends, including Mark and Jamie who had become more like family to her.

But COVID had changed everything for her. In that time frame, her engagement to Shane had ended, Nat had become so much more self assured and knew who she was, but after being able to spend months at home with her family, she had moved back to California with a loneliness in her heart and a longing for something more. For the first time in her life she had seen how much she wanted more than her job. She wanted her own family and to be able to love someone and have them love her in return.

And then Chris came into her life.

So much had changed since he’d made his unexpected entrance in her life and Nat had found out so many more things about herself and what she wanted. He helped her to rest in who she was and embrace what it was that made her… well, her. He was her best friend and gave her peace in a way that she couldn’t quite explain. But there was still a part of her that let those little voices into the back of her head, remembering the looks she’d gotten from people when she was younger and said her dream was to be an artist. She remembered the jokes so many made when they asked what she was going to do for a ‘real job’ and the sting of that in her formative years still was underneath the surface.

Nat’s fingers were clutching tight on that pillow as she thought back to her dad dropping her off at art school as he hugged her tightly and told her how proud of her he was and that he knew she’d do great things. Ever since then all she had wanted to do was prove him right, to show everyone she wasn’t just the overemotional chaotic artist little sister behind two intelligent successful older sisters who seemed to be able to do all the things she viewed herself incapable of.

So here she was. Accepting this job that she thought would somehow prove something. That somehow would be the icing on the cake of ‘See? I can be a successful artist’ but all it had done was show her just how right Chris had been about all of this. This wasn’t what she wanted. She hated every bit of this job. She wanted so much more than this now. She wanted Chris. She wanted a family. She wanted to create for herself. But there was no turning back now. There was no way that she could go to her boss only a couple months after starting and basically say she wanted to be demoted, especially when her position back in Burbank had already been filled. Not to mention that she had taken a stand with this job and Chris, resulting in them temporarily breaking up. That felt like such a huge failure in her mind and that was something Nat simply just couldn’t take at the moment.

So here she had been, putting her nose to the grindstone and putting in her hours, trying to get through the days with the light at the end of the tunnel being August. The month when she’d get her best friend back. When she’d finally get to feel his arms around her. When she’d finally not dread the weekends and spend them crying in bed but instead fill them with laughter and happiness with Chris. When she’d finally get to relax for the first time in weeks. Knowing that he was coming to her was like a lifeline, knowing that she just had to make it until then and then hopefully things would be better. But now it felt like that lifeline that was dangling just out of her reach was snatched away and she was left drowning.

But there was no way she could ask him to come. It was just too selfish. She couldn’t possibly know just how packed his schedule had been and hear his weary voice saying how much he just needed to go home and then ask him to come be with her instead. So here she was. Sitting alone on this couch, tears streaming down her face as she felt completely alone and completely stuck.

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 6 months

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I still got a few rounds left in me

kinktober, day thirteen

a/n: ...i have such a thing for fighters, it's bad....

warnings: boxer!steve rogers x reader, smut, established relationship, domestic bliss, kissing, foreplay, bathtub sex

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You felt like a little marshmallow floating atop a warm mug of hot chocolate as you laid there in the tub, staring out at the dark skyline. The melody of soft rain drizzling against the window lulled you even further as your hand lazily played with the bubbles foaming at the surface.

“Hey,” you suddenly heard, spinning your head around to spot your burly boyfriend gazing at your relaxed visage from the doorway, raindrop-painted gym clothes still hugging his form.

“Steve,” you gasped, spine straightening, “you’re home! I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Yeah, well, I thought you would be asleep already, so I tried to be quiet.”

“In a bit, I just wanted to wash the day away first, you know?” you sighed, “fall back down to earth before I try and fall asleep…” Offering you a gentle nod, he then stepped further into the bathroom, a soft smile still fast on his lips as he began to peel his clothes off. You couldn’t help but giggly ask, “what are you doing?” as the fighter slowly revealed more and more of his rippling physique, his eyes staying locked with yours the entire time.

“Well, I was gonna take a shower,” his shorts hit the floor mere seconds before he planted his palms on either side of the tub, “but you’re making that bath look so good.”

As he lowered himself in, your giggle morphed into a laugh as the bubbles began to make a run for it, “you’re gonna flood the entire bathroom!”

“Then it’s a good thing we have something called towels,” fully submerged, he simply leaned in to kiss you.

Arms wrapping around his broad shoulders, the current scooped you a bit closer, your legs intuitively entangling up and over his thick thighs. As your hands drifted over his skin, your fingers paused and took time to dig into a few of the muscles on his upper back. Parting from the tender peck, you deepened your massage momentarily as you asked, “are you sore?”

With his own arms tangled around you, he murmured, “not really, I didn’t really go too hard today,” before he lifted you further up onto his lap, his broad palm firm on your back so that your chest pressed flush against his, making your soapy tits share their suds.

It took you approximately two seconds before you noticed the raging hard-on, poking you under the water, “oh my god…” you chuckled, tilting your chin back as you gazed at his smirk, “what are you trying to do, huh, champ?”

His hands slowly raked down your back before they found the curve of your ass, squeezing it in a way that shot directly to your aching clit, “like I said, I didn’t go too hard today, so I still got a few rounds left in me…”

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chasingmidnights · 8 months

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Bad Liar

Title: Bad Liar

Pairing: Ari Levinson x reader

Summary: Ari is a regular at the coffee shop that you work at and you can’t help but have a crush on the older gentleman.

Warnings: 18+ only, minors DNI!! I don’t think there’s too much to look out for in this one. Just maybe some angst, mild cursing, and Ari Levinson. (Yes he’s a warning especially when he doesn’t realize what he’s doing to you, or does he?) I apologize if I missed anything but you are responsible for what you read.

Wordcount: 877

It was mid-morning and you found yourself glancing up at the clock, it was almost nine and he still had not shown up yet. A small sigh left your lips as you finished up the order you were currently working on, a feeling of disappointment washed over. You wondered what could be keeping him this morning, he was usually here by now. You turned around and called the customer’s name to hand it to them. The bell above the door chimed again and when you turned to greet the next customer, you swore you felt your whole body short circuit. There he was, Ari Levinson; the man you have been harboring a huge crush for. When you finally snapped out of your daydream, you accidentally bumped into one of your coworkers. Your coworker, who had a tray full of freshly baked goodies that were now ruined as the tray fell to the floor. You frantically started to help her clean up the mess before she snapped at you.

“No, I’ve got this. You go and help the next customer.”

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled before getting up to do what she said.

To you, Ari was a dreamboat. He had gorgeous blue eyes that you could just stare into all of the time and simply get lost in them. Somehow, just somehow, you knew that his long brown hair was one of the softest things that God has ever made. You also thought that about his thick, full beard and wondered- no stop thinking like that. You took a deep breath as you walked up to the counter to take Ari’s order, even though you knew it by heart. You could recite his order in your sleep. When you finally made eye contact with the beautiful man, your heart skipped a beat and butterflies instantly formed in your stomach.

“Everything alright, sweetheart? You seem to be a bit flustered.” Ari’s voice was so smooth and deep, you could listen to him talk all damn day.

“Oh, yeah, everything’s fine. Just a bit clumsy today I suppose. Do you want your usual?” How you actually managed to talk was beyond you, especially with how dry your mouth was.

You could feel your knees going a bit weak as a smirk formed on his perfect lips as he tilted his head.

“You know my usual sweetheart?” He then arched a brow as he eyed you up and down.

Your cheeks started to heat up and you could feel yourself starting to feel even more flustered. “Of course. An Americano with an extra shot of espresso.”

“Very good, sweetheart.” Ari’s smirk twitched up slightly as he stared at you.

“Right! I’ll be right back.” You quickly turned around and started on his order.

When he finally left, you felt like you could breathe and let out the breath that you had been holding. You were a grown woman and yet, here you were acting like a teenager over their first crush. Surely there was something wrong with you. You groaned as you went about your shift.

A few days later and you were out running some errands when you spotted Ari across the street. You nearly ran into a sign when you did a double take to make sure if it was him or not. When you recovered from your near trip, a heavy sigh fell from your lips and you started to relax, realizing that it was not him. After you put yourself back together and fixed your hair, you continued about your day. However, throughout the day, your mind kept wandering back to Ari. Everywhere you looked you thought you saw him but it was always just your mind playing tricks on you and it was cruel. You found yourself wondering if he had a girlfriend and couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous, which was absolutely ridiculous. You shook your head to get rid of the thoughts that kept flooding through your mind.

During the week, the only thing that was on your mind was him, Ari Levinson. You wanted so desperately to make the thoughts in your mind a reality. You wanted to know what it would feel like to curl up next to him in your king size bed. Every day you do your best not to think about him but he’s always taking up a fraction of your mind. When Ari would come into the coffee shop, you would spasm and short circuit, sometimes you would even forget to breathe. Your coworkers ragged on you all of the time and tried to encourage you to talk to him or to ask him out. One day you were talking to one of your coworkers about him and you had not realized that he was behind you. A clear of the throat caused you to turn around and when you did, you were mortified.

“Not talking about me, are you sweetheart?” His eyes gleamed as he smiled at you.

“N-no, of course not Ari.” You managed to stutter out.

Once again, you could feel your cheeks beginning to heat up as he eyed you up and down.

“You know, you’re a bad liar.” Ari smirked.

A squeak escaped you and you couldn’t believe that you’d been caught.

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writersblog20 · 2 years

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Bathroom adventures

Chris Evans x reader

Summary: Going to a premiere with Chris for the first time goes very different than you expected.

Warnings: Mention of anxiety and social anxiety, orall F/M receiving, daddy kink, public fingering, dirty talk, public teasing, sex in a bathroom, blowjob, deepthroat, slight dd/Lg sexual vibes ( We knew it was going to happen sometime with all of my issues) eating you out, rough sex, feelings of guilt and embarrassment, ass slapping, being ruined by Chris’s dick, growing dumb, submission, like very submissive, No condom use (please keep safe in real life), walking around with Chris’s cum in you, multiple orgasms, creampie etc etc

Words: 3,4K

Minors DNI

Bathroom adventures

For the first time, Chris took you along to a premier as his plus one. The world knew you are his girlfriend but you’ve never really went with him to a premiere and now was the time. You were going to the premiere of Lightyear and very nervous to say the least. You took another look in the mirror and felt a pit in your stomach. You silken black dress complimenting every curve and the split by your leg was a very nice elegant touch. Your make-up looked perfect along side your hair but still you felt a little self-conscious but that was because you would be standing in front a lot of people and you weren’t really used to being in the public eye.

You didn’t let Chris see you in this dress as you wanted to surprise him and now was the time. You had to leave now, would you both make it on time. You walked out of your shared bedroom and stood by the staircase as Chris stood beneath, nervously checking his watch. You walked downstairs, your heels clicking the floor beneath, making Chris look up. He was in a complete trance of you as you walked downstairs, making you feel flustered. When he got out of it, he chuckled softly and let his head fall backward.

“Oh my god, Y/N. What are you doing to me?” he growled a little, making you chuckle slightly. He reached out his hand for you and helped you down the last two steps. He got your other hand in his as well, checking you completely out. “You look absolutely gorgeous sweetheart.” He told you and made you do a little twirl for him before pulling you against him. If he could, he had heart eyes and fell in love with you all over again.

His hand cupped your cheek slightly and pulled you in for a kiss, his hand on your waist and the other on your lower back. He smiled completely in love with you and you felt shy again, smiling as you looked down. “ I don’t know how I’m going to keep my hands off of you.” You chuckled and looked up. “You look quite handsome as well.” you told him and wiped your red lipstick off of his mouth. His cologne hitting your nose and releasing the butterflies in your stomach, making you forget about your anxiety. “You ready?” he asked you. “As long as you are by my side, always.” He smiled and kissed your forehead, pulling you close to his side.

Chris was having a little bit of anxiety himself and always when he had it, he started to become very affectionate, always wanted physical contact. Not that you complained. Quite the opposite actually. He could be a huge teddy bear in those moments and you knew he was now. You walked to the limo, Chris’s arm around you and keeping you close. The two steps down, he would give you his elbow to hold on to.

He opened the door for you, with immense love in his eyes. “After you Malady.” You chuckled and got in, Chris sitting down very close to you and let his hand rest on your knee, by the slit of the dress. He drew circles on your skin and it felt like your heart could burst with love right now. “You okay?” you asked him, knowing about the anxiety but the moment he looked at you, he was calm.

“Yeah, with you by my side… Always.” He repeated your words, making you smile. Nobody ever looked at you with so much love as Chris did. He was completely, utterly, hopelessly in love with you. He gave you a quick kiss on your lips. “I can’t get over the fact how beautiful you are.” He told you honestly, making you smile shyly.

His hand went more up to your thigh and your breath hitched a little which Chris noticed with a smile, knowing he had this effect on you. Chris came closer to you, his lips slightly brushing against your ear. “Even though you look absolutely amazing in this dress, daddy can’t wait to get it off of you when we get home.” Your eyes went slightly bigger while a soft gasp escaped your mouth. He brushed his lips along your cheek before placing a soft kiss on it and getting back to his original place.

You felt extremely flustered and didn’t know what to do at this point with the sinful thought swirling through your head. His hand disappeared underneath the slit of your dress and you automatically opened your legs slightly for the man in question. You felt yourself getting wetter by the moment and your cheeks heat up. Chris had a smirk on his face and it was almost as if you got into a black out.

His fingers got ahold of your panties and slightly tucked them to the side of your dripping pussy. Sometimes you hated the fact hos easily you would slip into submission. His fingers went through your slit and your breath hitched again and the driver looked at you through the mirror. You covered it up by a cough. Chris looked dangerously at you as a warning. “I like this song…. Could you turn up the volume?” Chris asked the driver and smiled politely, his finger still inside of you and you felt on fire at this point.

The driver turned the radio up and looked back at the road. Chris brushed his lips over your cheek again. “Keep quiet baby.” He told you and moved his finger inside of you while he placed a feathery kiss on your bare shoulder. His finger picked up the pace and found your clit in no time, rubbing it. You whimpered softly and opened your legs even more, holding Chris by his arm. His movement went tortuous slow. “5 minutes and we arrive sir.” The driver told Chris, who nodded. You felt dread in the pit of your stomach. He wouldn’t leave you riled up, sure not on your first premiere night. You thought.

But unfortunately you thought wrong as he felt you get even more wetter by the second and got his hand out your panties and from underneath your dress. You looked shocked at him. He looked back at you with a smile and kissed your lips softly while you were in utter shock. He cleaned his finger with the inside of his cow sweater. You growled softly, making Chris chuckle as he enjoyed this too much. He knew you were riled up and irritated but it did keep your mind off your anxiety.

You arrived and saw fans, photographers and more people waiting. Two can play this game and the night was yet to start. Yes, you were going to be bratty and not give a shit because of what Chris just pulled off. Chris opened the door and handed you his hand to help you get out. He winked at you so only you could see, with that irritating smirk on his face. He got his sunglasses on and helped you out of the car. People were cheering and screaming for your boyfriend as you walked the red carpet with him.

You were almost blind from all the flashes around you while you and Chris posed. “you okay?” Chris asked you honestly with a loving look. You couldn’t help but give him a glare, which made him laugh wholeheartedly at your irritation while he took it as a win. He squeezed your hand and took you away from the photographers and walked further.

You were met with Taika and Keke. You gave them all a hug and posed with them before taking a step back so the could be photographed. Chris was doing interviews while you laughed with Taika. Chris kept looking lovingly at you while giving the interviews.

When it was time to go inside, you held on to Chris’s arm and walked in. You sat in the seat, Taika and Chris next to you. You were chatting with Taika and laughing when you placed your hand on Chris’s knee. Chris looked down at your hand and swallowed, knowing that you would get him back at some point. Taika was telling you a story when you boldly placed your hand on his thigh and let it rest there. This time Chris’s breath hitched a little.

To the outside world, it wouldn’t be very sinful as you only let your hand rest on his leg, but you knew what effect it had on Chris. The lights went out and the big screen in front of you lit up. It was a sign that this time, you could go even more bolder and rubbed your thumb on his leg. Chris’s breath hitched a little as he slowly started to get hard. You looked at him with a smile. You could still see each other a little bit in the dark and the light from the screen illuminating your faces. Chris looked dangerously at you and you knew you were in trouble but couldn’t give two shits right now. You just did what he did to you.

The movie started and Chris moved into his seat, opening his legs more as he always would, giving you almost to none leg space, unfortunately for him, you weren’t done yet and he was perfectly placed for your little plan. He rested his elbow on the armrest and his fingers rubbed his chin and lips.

The movie was halfway done and Chris was focused on the screen. Although that’s what he showed since your hand was burning into his skin but you knew better as his breathing was a different than normally and he flexed his stomach, trying to hold his boner in with all the strength he had. You went with your hand softly up and down on his leg, making Chris look down again and dangerously back at you but never telling you to stop. Your hand went over his crotch and massaged him through his pants. His breathing changed again and started to go rapidly until you got your hand completely away.

This time it was his turn to look shocked at you and you kissed his cheek softly with a wink before turning your attention back to the screen.

The whole movie he tried to think about the most ridiculous things to get his boner soft again. You knew you were going to get it later but for now you were happy with your revenge. When the movie had 30 minutes left, Chris whispered in your ear. “Meet me at the bathroom. You’re going to fix this.” he told you irritated as nothing worked and he just got more hard with the moment. Chris stood up and walked away. Taika looked at Chris as he walked away and back at you. “Everything okay?” he asked you. “Yeah, just nervous.” You told him back casually. “I’m gonna go and check on him. I’ll see you later.” Taika nodded and looked a bit worried, which you hated. You didn’t want him to get worried.

There wasn’t a soul around since everyone was still in the theater. You walked around, looking for Chris. He wasn’t at the bathroom so you were confused until you got in the complete back of the theater where there was another bathroom and Chris stood in front the more hidden bathroom. He looked darkly at you and got you by your arm dragging you in the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

He pushed you against the wall, his hand on the back of your head so you wouldn’t get hurt. His body pressed against yours and you could feel his cock through his pants against your leg. “You think this is funny?” You felt yourself growing very guilty at the anger in his eyes. You looked down but he grabbed your face. His fingers digging into your cheeks. “I’m sorry…” You murmured, feeling guilty and especially embarrassed. Chris chuckled darkly. “Fix. It.” was the only thing he said, pushing you down onto your knees.

You looked up at Chris above you, your fingers fumbling with his belt and pulled his pants down. Chris let one hand rest against the wall above your head and the other on the back of your head, pushing you to his hard throbbing cock. You pulled his boxers away and saw his cock, angrily red. You placed your hand around it and licked your lips. You looked up at him “Don’t you dare to tease right now and get to work baby doll.” You didn’t want to risk it and took his cock in your mouth while Chris sight loudly above you that he was getting some release right now.

Chris looked up at the ceiling, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open. I was a picture on it’s own, a work of art. You were so mesmerized all of a sudden that you forgot what you were doing, getting Chris out of his trance and looking back at you. “What did I tell you?” this time he got you out of your trance as he pushed your head more towards his cock, making you gag, tears ready to slip and ruin your make-up. You could see your red lipstick staining his cock.

You started working on his cock, his hips jerking towards you as he fucked your mouth. “Oh baby girl, this feels good. Keep going.” He told you while you grabbed his balls, massaging them. “There you go princess.” He praised you. “Never, did I think you were going to lash out on daddy and be bratty but apparently even the most good girls have their bad days.” He told you, sending shivers down your spine. “You were my good girl. Why did you have to do this princess? Daddy has always been good to you.” you felt yourself grow into complete submission and guilt. God your panties were absolutely soaked when your fingers found your entrance to give yourself some release as well.

“I want my good girl back.” Chris gasped as his cock hit the back of your throat. “Get up.” he told you. His hand squeezing your cheek and pulled you up. “Is my good girl back?” he asked you, his eyes sending looking dangerously at you. You nodded, slightly scared yet excited. “Use your words baby.” He told you, his body pressed against yours again. “Yes daddy. I’m your good girl again and I’m sorry.” He nodded. “Good princess. Now get your pretty ass on that counter.” He told you and slapped your ass hard, making you wince.

You sat on the bathroom counter and Chris went through his knees slightly, putting your legs on his shoulders. He pushed your dress up and put your panties to the side before taking a long lick over your slit, keeping eye contact with you. God it was so hot to be above him, seeing him between your legs underneath you… The sight alone made you almost cum.

“This what you wanted baby? Was this why you were acting up? Because you didn’t get what you wanted?” You whimpered and Chris smirked, nodding “That’s what I thought. If daddy’s gonna make you cum, you gonna be a good girl then?” you nodded excessively. “Yes daddy.” He smiled and went back to work. Chris held your leg tightly, flexing his biceps while holding your legs. He ate you out like it was the last thing he would do. “Daddy…” You whined and he hummed for approval that you could cum. Your legs started to shake while you held on tightly to the counter and your head rested against the mirror behind you.

When you got back from your high, Chris wiped his mouth and came on eye level, kissing you roughly. He put his cock inside of you without warning and picked up the pace, his hands on both sides of your head while pounding you out. He placed his hand over your mouth, muffling your moans while he grunted. “I’m going to fill you up and you’re gonna have my cum the entire night in your pussy is that clear?” he looked at you, never stopping the pace. You nodded while he held onto the back of your neck. “You put your panties on and walk around with me in you.” you whined at the thought and clenched around his cock.

He got you off the counter roughly and pushed you against the wall, getting your dress up and smacked your ass. Your panties pulled aside when he entered you again and pushed you more against the wall. His hand still covering your mouth. His pace got even harder and rougher when you felt yourself growing completely dumb. You felt ecstasy in your stomach when your pussy made wet sound. “That’s it baby girl.” He kept picking up the pace and you started squirting, Chris never stopping with pounding his cock into you. He fucked you roughly through your orgasm and your legs started to shake.

Chris placed his arms around you and pulled you against his chest. His finger drawing circles on your clit, chasing another orgasm. His cock hitting your pelvic and you felt the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. Chris placed kisses on your shoulder. “Cum with me honey. Be a good girl now and cum with me.” he told you lovingly and you started to milk him out completely. He moaned in your ear, his head resting on your shoulder while he panted. You couldn’t stop shaking from all the pleasure. Chris got out of you and made you turn around. He helped you go towards the counter and placed you on it. He placed his arms around you, hugging you.

You hid your head in the crook of his neck. He squeezed his arms softly and petter your hair. “You okay baby girl?” he asked you softly and you nodded in his shoulders. He let his head rest against your head. He was amazing in the aftercare and you needed that. It was so amazing that it slowly healed your soul. Chris knew you would grow very silent after sex.

He got your head out of the crook of his neck and looked lovingly and caringly at you, his thumb softly going over your cheek. “I love you so much sweetheart.” You smiled softly and he wiped away the tears from your cheek, giving you a loving kiss. “Let’s get you a little cleaned up.” he told you hinting to your make-up. He got some wipes out and cleaned your lipstick from your face and the mascara that was plastered on your face.

He was extremely gentle while cleaning you up. “Since you were a bad girl, I’m still going to make you go out there with my cum in you so you can learn your lesson.” He told you casually. You felt very filled up and it made you horny again but you were too sore and Chris knew that. “Where’s your bag baby?” he asked you softly. You pointed towards your bag that laid on the ground. He picked your bag up and got the lipstick out of it, putting it on your lips.

You looked at Chris and saw some lipstick on him as well. Without saying anything the entire time, you got the wipe from him and softly got it off his face, looking concentrated. Chris smiled lovingly at you, his heart filling up with only love, so much so that it felt like it could burst. “Thank you baby” he told you and softly caressed your cheek. “Can you walk sweetheart?” he asked you. You nodded and slit off of the counter, correcting your panty as it collected Chris’s cum. “Let’s go back, we still have 15 minutes.” He told you and got out of the bathroom, you plastered by his side.

You sat down next to Taika again. “Everything okay?” he asked you and looked between you and Chris. “Yeah it is now.” you told Taika and smiled politely while Chris had his arm around you, keeping you close to him.

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Chapter One - This is Everett James

Everett was always the black sheep of the family and after an abusive relationship, she’s trying to find her place in the world. Andy is trying to start his life over after the loss of his son and his divorce. Will she light up the darkness hanging over him? Will he quiet her mind and free her from her past? Together, they will find out what true love and happiness are supposed to be.

Pairing: Andy Barber/Everett James, Andy Barber/OFC

Warnings: There will be explicit language, mentions of past abuse, and references to death. (This is a blend of the book and the series.) Daddy kink. Eventual smut (Maybe? If I can write it). Minors DNI. You are responsible for the content you consume. 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2094

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“Hey, Andy. I’m so sorry. Everett will be here any second. I still can’t believe that the guy I hired bailed at the last minute.” Claire was so worried that the ex-ADA would think she was unprofessional and want to scrap the photoshoot. All she wanted to do was update the firm’s website to include its newest addition, Andrew Barber, and things were already going wrong.

“Don’t worry,” he replied, scratching his chin. He had been through makeup thirty minutes ago and any other day, would have been angry at the delay. But today, he was in no rush. He was still getting used to his new life as a defense attorney and his new law firm. Andy appreciated this pause in his hectic schedule of clients and trials.

“Oh my god finally! Claire yelled and wrapped her arms around a woman Andy couldn’t fully see.

“Finally? You called me, like, forty-five minutes ago,” Everett said laughing. “Where can I set up? I just need a few minutes to set up a light and my computer.” Claire directed her into one of the conference rooms and Everett dropped to a crouch, grabbing a camera and lens then rigging up the computer. As she stood up, she saw Andy and froze. “Claire,” she said through clenched teeth, “That’s Andy Barber.”

“Didn’t you know that he joined the firm? We’re just getting all of the new promo stuff ready so clients know the whole team,” Claire said with a shit-eating grin. “It will be like thirty minutes and you’re out. I was desperate and I just needed a functioning photographer, Ev.”

“Wow. Thanks for really appreciating my abilities and art.” Everett bumped Claire with her shoulder with a smirk. “Okay let’s get this over with.”

The hired photographer was hungover and didn’t care that they had scheduled this a month ago. Not wanting to reschedule, Claire called the only person she knew could help. Everett loved taking pictures so she saw this as a challenge. She just wasn’t expecting to spend the day in her family’s law firm, taking headshots for a rather infamous lawyer. It was daunting but she pressed on.

Everyone took their places. Claire gave a quick explanation of the vibe they were going for and Everett got to work. She was very nervous giving Andy directions but did her best to seem confident. She was not a professional photographer in the sense that she did photoshoots and marketing promotional things. She was an artist and experimental photographer but Claire was her sister-in-law and Everett could tell by the panic in her voice this morning that she was desperate.

Claire was checking on the shots as they came through Everett’s computer and once she deemed the shoot a success, she hugged Everett and thanked her. “Seriously, you saved me. You-know-who would have killed me if we rescheduled this and I promise you I will get you the full amount fucking Brian was going to be paid.”

“Don’t worry about it, Claire. I don’t care. I’m just here to help. Plus you know he will never pay me for this.” Claire had seen the face Everett was making more times than she could count but she didn’t care. “Fine, then I’ll get Sheila to make the cheque out something else and ‘He’ will never know.” Claire laughed as she made air quotes around “He.”

“Does he even know I’m here today?” Everett wondered out loud.

“No. He and Tony are both in court right now so you have nothing to worry about.”

Everett nodded her acknowledgement, all while staring at Andy. She hadn’t been able to take her eyes off him since she walked in. He was tall and muscular. He commanded the room without even trying. His blue eyes pierced her camera on every shot she took. A hand waved in front of her face, bringing her back into reality.

“Hey, Everett. Are you still here?” Claire asked before dragging Everett over to Andy, who had been sitting at the big wooden conference table and staring out the window as he waited for further instructions.

“I’m such an idiot, Mr.Barber. We were running late and I didn’t want to keep you too long. I forgot to introduce you to our photographer today. This is Everett James.” Everett had a tiny smile on her face as she stuck her hand out towards Andy.

“James? Everett James,” he repeated. “Is it weird that your name is almost identical to two of the lawyers here… at James and James Law?” Andy questioned with a smirk and a flick of his eyebrow as he shook her hand.

“Well, in most cases it would be but since one is my father and the other is my little brother, it actually makes a lot of sense.” Everett realized she was still holding onto Andy’s hand. His very large hand and she wiggled hers free, crossing her arms and chewing on her cheek.

“A photographer in a family of lawyers? That sounds like there’s an interesting story there,” Andy said. He was immediately intrigued by Everett as soon as she walked in. He thought she was beautiful. She looked so at ease with a camera in her hand. Considering the last few years of his life, he had been desperate to breathe again and she was like a breath of fresh air.

Everett sighed, not wanting to go into her history but instead changing the subject. “Do you mind if I take a couple more shots?” She gestured to Andy while looking to Claire for approval.

“I know we have some great ones locked in so whatever you think,” Claire replied while turning to Andy. “As long as Mr. Barber has the time, I don’t mind,”

“I don’t have any plans for the rest of the day. I was just going to try to look busy at my new desk so this is fine with me,” Andy winked at Claire. “And I’ve told you before, Claire, it’s Andy. Just Andy.”

“Yes, Mr. Barber,” Claire said defiantly then looked at Everett. “I’m going to head back to my desk. Come by when you’re done.” Claire made her exit, leaving Everett and Andy alone.

Everett smiled and dug out a different camera from her bag. Andy had never seen such a camera before and was intrigued.

“What kind of camera is that? It’s very different from what you were just using.” He looked genuinely interested. Everett was confused at first, Andy actually seeming to want to know. Most people glazed over any time she started talking about cameras and film

“Ah ah, It’s a Mamiya 645. It’s a medium format, like 120mm film?” Everett poses it as a question to see if Andy understands. “It’s from 1977. It’s one of my babies. Medium format film creates such a dreamy look to the photographs. It’s one of my favourite formats to develop.”

Everett’s eyes went wide when she realized she was rambling. “Sorry. Camera nerd. I could talk your ear off about film and cameras but yeah anyway. I was just thinking a couple of black and white shots might be great to have.”

Andy gestured for her to go ahead, leaning back in his chair and trying to give his best ‘lawyer face.’ Everett moved around him, her hand gliding swiftly over the camera, changing settings he didn’t understand. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched her work. He could tell she felt much more comfortable with this camera and in this more relaxed mood.

Everett took a few more frames and stood up. “Thanks. Really.” She said with a smile and started to pack up her gear. “I’ll check if the digital shots need any touch-ups and once I develop these,” Everett waved the Mamiya at Andy before placing it in the bag, “I’ll scan and send everything over to Claire. Then you can pick your favourite for the website and whatever else Claire wants to paste your face on.” Everett couldn’t help but laugh, knowing Claire’s marketing techniques for the firm. “Thanks again” She waved and walked out, heading over to Claire’s desk.

Before Andy could follow, a paralegal whose name he couldn’t remember came over and flooded him with questions on a case. He nodded and tried to pay attention to the poor kid, probably fresh out of law school but he just wanted to talk to Everett again. At least to say goodbye or something. When he saw her heading for the lobby, he knew he had to go after her.

“Hey, can you meet me in my office in ten minutes? We’ll go over everything then.” He pushed past the paralegal and ran for the door.

“Everett!” he called out from the front step. Everett froze, hearing his booming voice behind her. She turned around just as he stepped next to her. “Sorry. That was loud.” He laughed. “Could you send me the pictures directly?” Andy asked, knowing it probably sounded weird. He just didn’t want her to leave. Not yet.

“Oh. I was just going to send them to Claire since she handles the website and stuff. She can share them with you.” Everett was starting to panic. Why was he talking to her? She started to walk away.

Andy knew he was screwing this up. “Sure. Yeah. That makes sense.” He stood there with his hands on his hips trying to think of something. He was always so confident in everything he did and this woman already had him on the hook, acting stupid. “Hey, sorry. I heard Claire mention you don’t usually do headshots and stuff. What do you normally photograph, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Everett felt butterflies in her stomach but tried to remain calm. “I call it art but most of the people in your firm don’t call it anything,” she said with a huff.

“I would love to see more sometime. Do you have a studio?” Andy had never felt so lame in his life. Not even when he was in university and trying to woo Laurie. This was different. He was nervous and excited.

“Yes. I do but it’s not really for viewing purposes.” Everett was desperate to make the conversation end even though she didn’t want to leave. “I have a show coming up on the weekend if you want to come.” She rifled around in her bag, shoving a paper at him. “Well, it’s actually in SoHo in New York so you obviously won’t come but my website and socials are on there if you want to look.” She walked away as fast as she could knowing her face was red with embarrassment. She didn’t know what was happening but she knew Andy wasn’t into her and she was flustered and needed to get out of there.

After dumping her bag in the trunk, she heard her phone beep. Once settled in the driver’s seat, she pulled out her phone to see a new text message from Claire.

C - So, what were you and Andy talking about? 😉*

Everett laughed at her nosey sister-in-law and headed home.

Everett’s mind was racing from the day and Claire’s message. Andy wouldn’t be interested in her, would he? Why would he be? They had just met and spoke barely two words to each other. He was also a lawyer with a wild past and she didn’t want to have anything to do with the family business. She didn’t belong in that world. Her ex, Trevor, reminded her of that constantly, as did her father. No. Everett was sure she was being silly and Andy Barber was just being nice since she was the boss’ daughter.

The rest of the evening was spent freaking out about the day and her upcoming show. Everett’s anxiety was getting the best of her so she headed into the darkroom. The main reason she bought her loft was the spare room that was easily turned into a dark room. With all of the techniques she used, she had long outgrown typical development labs and only did it herself now. Back in university and certainly during the rough days with Trevor, spending time in the darkroom was like meditation for Everett. The red light, the quietness. It was her sanctuary.

Developing the pictures of Andy brought a smile to her face. Knowing his past, like everyone in the city and neighbouring towns, Everett could still see a glimmer and light in his eyes. She wondered what else was behind those dark blue eyes.

Chapter 2

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In the end, it's you and I

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, smut, soft moments, breeding kink, that's it. 18+, MINORS DNI.

A/N: So, @maladaptivexxdaydreaming sent me this GIF and oh GOSH. It evoked something inside me. So here goes, ig.

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"Shh."

It wasn't just a sound. It was a sentence in itself. If you'd asked your past self about the sound, she would've said it annoyed her; big time. To be honest, one only hears the "shh" sound as a toddler or a child. Hearing it as an adult is just considered rude.

Or so you thought. That was before you met Steve. It seemed like that was his favourite thing to say.

"Shh."

That's all he said, as he held you, rocking you gently as you held onto him, crying your heart out.

"It's ok, sweetheart. Let it all out."

You clung to him, reliving everything. You lost her. Your best friend, no, your sister almost. She had succumbed to the deathly disease. You had held her till her last breath, just as Steve was holding you right now. You tried to stop, but the tears kept coming. You held on to him, like you were holding on for dear life.

"Shhh." He whispered, pressing soft, feather light kisses into your hair. You didn't even know how much time passed as he held you like that, occasionally gently rocking you. You woke up the next morning, in his bed; a glass of water on the nightstand. He'd slept on the sofa outside, keeping a watch on you all night.

In the morning, he'd made you breakfast; your favourite waffles and OJ. There were no words spoken, but the quiet domesticity spoke volumes.

"Shhhh, sweetheart." He'd muttered through gritted teeth, covering your mouth with his palm as a moan slipped through your lips. A boring black-tie affair in Captain America's honour couldn't be spiced up in any way, yet here you were. Being pounded into within an inch of your life just behind the stage, where your husband would be getting an award.

You squeezed your eyes shut, a myriad of emotions flowing through you. But at the top of the list, there was only one coursing through your veins. And that was lust. You held onto his blazer with a death grip, wrinkling it in the process; but you didn't care. He was making you feel too good for you to give a damn.

His grip tightened on your waist, as he literally pounded you into the wall, hitching your leg on his hip. You gasped behind his mouth as he crashed his lips to yours, swallowing the sound.

You watched your husband from the audience, as his cum leaked into your ruined panties. Guess there were perks to being Mrs. America after all; a boring black-tie affair finally became interesting.

Running your fingers through his hair, you begged, beseeched him to let you come before you were caught in flagrante delicto. You could sense that he, too, was close, as he came with a grunt, his hot spend coating your walls; his hands gripped your hips a little too tightly. You came around him with a squeak; your walls tightening around him, trying to make him a part of you.

"Shhh, princess." You heard him mutter.

You checked the clock, which read 3:00 AM. Groaning, you sleepily made your way down to the kitchen to warm up a bottle of milk. You groggily walked to the nursery, ready to take over. Just as you neared the room, you heard Steve softly sing to your baby, his voice lilting through the silence of the early hours.

"Don't cry, my princess. Daddy's here. He's always gonna be here for you. And that's a promise."

Your daughter started fidgeting again, searching for food as you walked in and handed him the bottle, knowing better than to get in the way of daddy and his precious daughter, who had managed to wrap him around her little finger in a short period of 3 months.

You went back to bed, hearing his muffled "shhh."

A few years ago, if someone had shushed you, you would've punched them. But ever since you met Steve, there couldn't have been a more sweeter sound.

Oh gosh. I wrote this in a day, flat. Never have I written this fast, and I have Ali to thank for that. Hope y'all like this!! 💕😘

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My Friends Uncle

Chapter 2:The Barbecue

Relationship: Chris Evans x Reader

A/N: Sorry this kept getting pushed loves, I was lowkey lacking on this one and I just had school and work on top of it, but thankfully it’s finally yours! Also I apologize if this seems rushed for y’all, I was trying to finish it as soon as possible for you guys. But it’s finally here! So here y’all go! Hope you like it!

Summary: Being invited to another families barbecue is a chivalrous act, welcoming feeling, well let’s just say Reader gets more than a barbecue feast

Word Count: 9.3k

Warning ⚠️: Kissing, Smut, Fingering, P in V, you know the tags. (18+) {NO MINORS!!}

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Three weeks. Three long fucking weeks it has been since the night with Chris occurred. And from those weeks, neither one of you had any sort of contact whatsoever, merely because neither of you were able to exchange numbers. When you had awaken around noon and made your way downstairs, you realized the only people who were awake in the kitchen were Lisa, Ashley’s mom, Ashley herself looking completely dehydrated and still drunk, and right beside her was her younger brother, CJ, who was devouring a plate of waffles. The man of the house was nowhere to be seen or heard, as well as Chris. It was later that day you learned they had left to buy some supplies they needed since they had promised Lisa they’d finished building her gazebo. Unfortunately, by the time they had made their way back to the house, Lisa had already driven you back to your house.

That was three weeks ago, and if you were completely honest, you were desperate to see him again, yet the day never came. Whenever you’d go to Ashley’s you’d always hope he’d be there, but would always be left in disappointment when he wasn’t. You understood why neither of you were able to see each other, you were busy with school, family of your own, he was busy with work and his own personal issues he might have that the day to see one another just isn’t able to happen. However, what you didn’t know was how much Chris craved you just as much as you craved him. Ever since that night he hasn’t been able to get you off his mind, it’s all he can think about. The way you weighed underneath him, the way his named slipped from your mouth with each thrust he’d sent you, the way your whole skin glowed under the kitchen light, the way you smiled, laughed, you. He just couldn’t stop thinking about you. For the past three weeks, work has been a challenge for him considering his mind was always replaying the night’s events, nearly chopped off his own thumb while cutting a plank of wood when his mind had drifted off once again.

You were addicting and he was absolutely hooked on you. He needed you, he wanted you, yet the right day just hasn’t come. He’s thought about asking for you, but didn’t want to seem like a weirdo, nor did he want to rise suspicions from his family. He didn’t have any sort of social media so searching for your name was a bust, so he kept quiet. Quietly suffered until he eventually was able to see you again, so for now he’ll enjoy his families and friends company with some homemade barbecue and a couple of beers, after a long day at work he sure needed.

Chris sat on the bench, facing the house, beer bottle next to him as he prepared the barbecue sauce, while his brother and father hovered over the grill, his mom was somewhere inside the house grabbing whatever she needed along with Lisa and his two younger sisters baking desert in the kitchen. Some nephews and nieces were inside while some played outside.. let him rephrase that, the boys were inside playing the Nintendo while the girls played outside. Everyone was enjoying the day laughing, talking to one another, sharing stories and beers, it made Chris feel at ease, made him feel at home, but he wouldn’t lie when he admitted he’d enjoy it even more if he got to see you again. Hell, he wished you were there, maybe not sitting next to him with your hand interlocked with his, but just being there enjoying the day would brighten his day even more.

“You done with the sauce boy?” The sound of his fathers rough voice breaks Chris out of his thoughts, apparently he’d been mixing the barbecue for over 20 minutes now,

“Uh-Yeah,” He quickly says as he extends his hand with the bowl to his father, cheeks slightly heated when he gets a couple chuckles from his friends,

“I don’t know pops, I think he should mix it for another 20,” Sebastian, a good friend of Chris teases over his shoulder, smirk wide on his lips when he brings his beer to his lips,

Everyone, including Chris chuckle at his comment. He’s really gotta keep it together.

“Hey guys,” A small voice rings from the side of the house causing every pair of eyes to turn,

Walking towards the bench with full arms of plastic bags was Ashley, however, the smile that was plastered on Chris’s face falls the same time his heart beats rapidly in his chest when his eyes land on the other small figure appearing behind his niece. Mirroring the same figure as Ashley, you too had loads of groceries in your hands, even tried balancing a small watermelon underneath your arm that nearly slips from its hold when you lock eyes with those bright blue orbs that you haven’t seen for three weeks straight. A shy smile begins tugging on your lips the longer you remain eye contact, but was soon interrupted when Ashley yells at every men staring in their direction for help.

Chris was the first one off the bench and quickly made his way to the both of you. He quicken his steps when he heard someone else walking behind him, but let’s pretend he just quicken his pace when he saw how you and Ashley were struggling in holding everything.

“Let me give you a hand,” Chris tells you once he stood in front of you,

“Thanks,” You softly respond, shy smile still visible on your lips as he quickly took the plastic bags from your hands, yet, he made sure to brush his hand on your arm before gently taking the last bag from your grip,

Your eyes grow slightly wide at the contact and immediately look over at Ashley, but she was too busy handing her own groceries to Sebastian to even notice what was happening. Plus, Chris’ hulking frame was blocking the whole scene. Smirking at your reaction with a short chuckle he turns around and begins walking with the groceries, leaving you with only the small watermelon and a slightly flustered look. Once gathering yourself, you walk beside Ashley and begin greeting everyone outside.

“Your mom is inside,” Ashley’s father tells her before turning back around to the grill,

“Oh shoot! I forgot the sodas and ice in the car,” Ashley claims, but before she can turn around you stop her,

“I’ll go, I forgot my phone in the car,”

“I’ll give you a hand,” Chris quickly volunteers before anyone else can, Nodding her head and not thinking much about it Ashley hands you her keys before making her way inside the house the same time you turn to walk towards the side entrance of the house with Chris following right behind,

Butterflies soon begin to stir in your stomach when you walk in silence but can hear the way his heavy steps crunch against the rocks as he follows you. You didn’t know why you felt so nervous around him, or so intimidated, this is what you’ve been wanting, what you’ve been wishing for, to see him again but now that he’s right here, following in step with you, your nerves are skyrocketing like a madman wielding a machete. But with a deep inhale, you do your best in pushing down the buzzing feeling in your stomach and press the button on the remote to unlock the 2015 Land Rover. Walking towards the passenger side you open the door and look over your shoulder to find Chris standing behind the door. Blue eyes staring deep into your own.

“The ice is in the back,” You tell him, which he silently nods his head before making his way towards the trunk while you turn back to the passenger side,

As you grab your phone you can hear the trunk opening before hearing the sound of the ice being dragged against it. Once checking any messages and sending a quick message to your mom that you’ve arrived at Ashley’s, you make your way to the back of the car. However, the moment your frame was visible from the side of the car, a large hand is grabbing you by the elbow and shoving you against it, then feeling a pair of lips roughly colliding with yours. Earning a muffled groan and moan from you at the sudden moment, but react almost immediately to the kiss. One large hand cradled your cheek while the other gripped you tightly by the waist, squeezing every so often. Your own hands had already been lost in those brown soft locks of his, slightly pulling on his hair or massaging his scalp as you kiss him feverishly. However, the feeling of his knee slotting in between your legs and using that same hand that’s settled on your waist, he forces you down on his thigh earning a loud gasp from you which he takes the opportunity to plunge his tongue into your mouth.

The only sounds that can be heard is heavy breaths being shared and lips smacking with one another. It was risky, having a heated make out session right outside your friends driveway, where anyone can appear or catch you if they angled their heads, even people who can be casually walking down the sidewalk would have a full blown view of you two, but that was the least of both your concerns at the moment. The only thing you two cared for was each others mouths, arms, warmth, and nothing else.

You two were so lost in the moment that things quickly began escalating when he slightly changed the angle to where he was now thrusting his hips into you, earning another gasp from you but also a muffled groan from Chris, however, the moment he tried to pin you down inside the trunk a muffled yelp leaves your lips when your shirt had risen and your heated skin made contact with the ice.

“Sorry,” Chris whispers against your lips, causing a chuckle to erupt from the both of you,

Still placing gentle kisses against your lips, Chris effortlessly pulls you with him until you’re in a seated position in the trunk. Legs spread apart as he stands in between them, lips not once parting from yours and only continuously places feather like kisses on your soft lips. With one final peck on your lips, his large hands cradle your face as he slowly pulls away. Bright beautiful blue eyes staring down at you with a small smile on his lips.

“Hi,” He whispers, smile slightly widening as his thumb rubs soothing circles against your cheek,

You softly chuckle, (E/c) eyes staring upward with pure light and happiness, “Hi,”

You both stare at one another, same smile plastered on your faces and just enjoying each other’s presence.

“I missed you,” You finally admit, heart fluttering when his smile slightly widens,

“Me too,” He claims, thumb still rubbing soothing circles on your cheek before bending down to place another gentle kiss to your lips, “Let’s head back,” Chris mumbles against your lips after the third kiss to your lips,

As much as he wanted this moment to last, to have your warmth near him, your lips molding with his, he knew you two had been gone for too long already and needed to go back before anyone began having suspicions or having them come looking for you both. So with a small sad smile you nod your head at him as you begin climbing off the trunk, but once your feet hit the pavement Chris bends down once again to place a chaste kiss to your lips one last time. Breaking the kiss with a wide smile, Chris slightly steps to the side to let you walk away, but is quick to grab your wrist before you can stand by the car.

“Hey wait, gimme you’re phone,” He says, dropping your wrist to let you pull out your device from your back pocket,

Unlocking it you hand him your phone, where Chris begins tapping on your screen without hesitation. A couple seconds later he hands you your phone with a smile, looking down you noticed his name was displayed on your screen with a message of a heart emoji at the bottom of the screen. As you were staring down at your phone a notification rings, looking up you watch as he digs into his front pocket before pulling out his own phone and turning it to you, right on his screen was your phone number with the same heart. You smile with a short chuckle as you bring your eyes towards his, he smiles at you before quickly typing on his phone and pocketing it back in its place.

“C’mon, let’s go,” He motions his head to the side before picking up the bag of ice from the trunk and stepping aside for you to grab the soda cases before closing the trunk behind you,

Locking the car you both make your way back towards the backyard and joining the rest of the group as if nothing happened. The both of you got separated the moment you two appeared, you get dragged by Ashley inside the house to help her finishing baking the dessert, and Chris by his friends as they just started a game of poker. You both give one last look before being dragged away, yet, you were able to catch the way he sends you a small wink before walking inside the home, which of course causes your face to heat up.

Asshole. Is all you can think of with a small smirk as you walk into the kitchen, which did not help with your heated features as the memory from three weeks ago come to play. Luckily, the room was already warm due to the oven being on, so you could’ve easily used it as an excuse for your heated cheeks. That might’ve been a good excuse, but it sure didn’t subside as you helped mixed the batter in a bowl in the same goddamn counter he fucked you in.

Was it wrong to have such a forbidden dangerous secret? Absolutely. Was it wrong to feel turned on as you mixed the batter in the counter? Definitely. Did it stop the wide grin from tugging on the corner of your lips? Definitely not.

+++

9:30 pm

“You gonna spend the night again, (Y/n)?” Gavin, Ashley’s dad, asks you while you help with picking up cups and plates from the table,

You shake your head as you reach for a napkin that nearly falls off, “Not today, I promised my mom I’d be home to babysit tomorrow,”

“Alright, you want us to drive you home or is your mom coming?”

“No I was planning on getting an Uber,”

“You’re not getting an Uber,” Chris’s deep voice joins in on the conversation, noticing how his voice sounded firm and clear,

Both you and Gavin turn to him where he too was tossing beer bottles into a trash can, however, your eyes grow wide from the way his voice sounded heavy and demanding. You’d be lying if you didn’t admit it sparked something inside of you.

“Yeah c’mon, let one of us drive you,” Gavin agrees with his younger brother and waves a hand in the air, referring to the people who were still at the house,

“No it’s okay really, it’s too much of a drive for you guys and you guys we’re drinking,” You try again, it’s not that you didn’t want a ride, it definitely would save you money but you felt too much of a burden if they drove you home, you didn’t exactly live two blocks away and you also didn’t want to risk them being stopped by the cops,

They can be real assholes if they want. Plus, knowing that Chris would be the one to drive home was dangerous, very dangerous for many reasons and the thought of being alone with him again made those same butterflies rise in your stomach. Not from fear, but from nervousness and excitement.

“You’re not taking an Uber (Y/n), I’m taking you home,” Chris firmly demands as he throws a heavy trash bag into the trash can before turning to you, blue eyes staring directly into yours, almost as if challenging you to argue back,

You didn’t. You couldn’t.

“It’s settled then. You’ve got a ride,” Gavin says, clapping his hands with a small smile before patting his brother on the shoulder and thanking him,

“Just give me a sec to throw the trash and we can head out,” Chris tells you, hands filled with black bags,

You nod your head, “I’ll go say bye to Ashley and everyone else then,”

Nodding at you he turns to leave towards the trash cans while you make your way inside the home where the rest of the family remained chatting and cleaning the kitchen. Once bidding your farewells and telling Ashley her uncle will give you a ride home, which she smiles with a breath of relief when she knows you’ll be getting home safely, you ended up giving them a hand in washing the dishes meanwhile Chris was ready to leave. It was after rinsing the fifth plate under the sink when you hear his voice echoing off the walls of the kitchen. Glancing over your shoulder you watch him give his own farewells to everyone, hugging and laughing with them before his eyes settle on your frame. You send him a small smile before turning back to the dish and rinsing off the remaining soap, while doing so you feel a large body stand next to you and a heavy hand settling on your lower half of your back.

“Ready?” He asks you, blue eyes looking directly into your own,

You smile at him with a nod before placing the clean dish on the rack with the rest of the dishes and wiping your hands with the towel dangling from the stove. You say your farewells once again and thank both Lisa and Ashley for always inviting you to their family gatherings, which they only wave you off before wrapping their arms around you with a wide welcoming smile.

Chris stood in the entrance of the kitchen admiring the whole thing, smile not once faltering from his lips as he watched his sister-in-law and niece embrace you, hugging you with warm, welcoming arms. It was something he’s always loved witnessing, it made him feel whole knowing you have always been accepted and welcomed into their family, and only wished you continued to be welcomed and accepted for whatever for the cause.

Once parting away from the mother and daughter, you turn to your left, locking eyes with Chris who stood leaning on the doorway with hands tucked into his pockets. Small smile on his lips.

“You ready?” He asks once again,

“Yeah,” You softly respond as you make your way towards him with Ashley following right behind you,

“Thanks again Uncle Chris for giving her a ride,” She tells him with a wide smile as she wraps her arms around his torso and burying her face into his stomach,

Chris smiles down at her as he wraps his own large arms around her, “You’re welcome Pug,” He places a peck on the crown of her head before looking up at you, eyes glimmering with deep lust, “Anytime,”

The look in his eyes was easy to hypnotize you, looking away from him seemed like a challenge, it was as if it had a hold on you the longer he stared at you, but eventually he ends it when he pulls away from Ashley, allowing you to exhale a soft shaky sigh through your nose. Stepping aside he lets you walk through the doorway as he waves goodbye to everyone one last time before hearing his heavy footsteps following you. Once outside, you wait for him to guide you to his car before walking. After walking past a couple of cars on the sidewalk, he eventually stops next to a black Audi A5 with the windows slightly tinted and rims colored black. It was a beautiful car for a beautiful man, making you fall even more. You stand and watch as he unlocks the car with the remote before opening the passenger side for you, making a shy smile form on your lips as you thank him before carefully climbing inside. The interior was just as beautiful as the rest of the car. Just like outside, the seats and dashboard were black leather, blue LED lights were visible underneath the door alongside where the gearshift rested in the middle, and it smelled like black ice mixed with his own cologne. It just screamed Chris all over it, making you fall in love with the car.. and him.

As you continued in admiring the car, the door to the drivers side opens up before Chris slides inside. Giving you a short smile he turns on the ignition and asks for directions, once placing it on the gps and revealing the minutes to your house Chris can’t help but let out a soft chuckle, causing you turn to him.

“Can’t believe you wanted to take an Uber,” He claims as he straps himself in and begins driving down the road,

“I didn’t want to be a burden,” You admit, fingers playing with the seatbelt around your waist,

A scoff leaves his lips, blue eyes turning to look at you but notices how your eyes are casted down on your lap. He didn’t like that, “Hey,” He softly says waiting until you meet his eyes, “You’re not, okay? My house is literally ten minutes away from you. It’s fine,”

Only ten? You thought to yourself. You couldn’t believe this entire time he was only ten minutes away from your parents home, from you. What a small fucking world. The ride to your parents house was in comfortable silence, except for his music playing softly through the speakers or both of your voices as you two would easily fall into a conversation. Literally about anything, from how the week treated you both, how school was going, to stories being shared between you two on what had happened throughout the weeks you both hadn’t seen each other. You both easily fell into conversation without any problems and that only made you realize just how much you two felt comfortable around each other, making a small smile tug on your lips from the realization.

After another few minutes driving, Chris eventually pulls into your street and within a couple blocks your house comes to view. Stopping a few feet away from the front lawn, Chris puts the gear in park and leaning his arm on the armrest.

“So who’s home?” Chris questions, eyes scanning the partly lit two story home before looking at you,

You glance out the window to see the living room light on along with the kitchen light, “Should be my parents and younger brothers,”

Chris hums watching the house once again before averting his gaze at you, only to already find your own eyes watching him in silence. You both stare at each other, waiting for the other to say something, to do something, anything. So Chris speaks first.

“You got a curfew I need to know about?” He whispers, hand reaching to place a strand of hair behind your ear,

You swallow, same butterflies building once again but you managed to slowly shake your head, eyes not once breaking away from his, “No.. just as long as I’m home to babysit tomorrow,”

Chris stays quiet, blue eyes darting from your eyes to your inviting lips to your covered chest then back up to your eyes. God how much he didn’t want the night to end, he barely even had you to himself since you’ve first arrived to his brothers house, you were with Ashley most of the time while he was with the adults by the grill. Although, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t spare a few glances your way, but it did mean he wasn’t able to get you alone for a split second without risking you both. But now, now it was just the two of you, no one else to catch you two, to stop you both from wanting each other. So, clenching his jaw with a soft exhale through his nose he lets the words slip.

“Wanna go for a ride then?”

“Yes,” You answered a little too quickly but you could careless, hell, Chris could careless on how you responded because the moment your answer leaves your lips he’s making a u-turn to head down the street he came back from,

With shaky fingers you managed to send out a quick message to your mother, letting her know you were still at Ashley’s and possibly might spend the night, but that you’ll let her know. About a minute later you receive a message from her, letting you know it’s fine just as long as you kept your promise for the following day. You smile down at the phone and message her back, simply telling her ‘always’ with a heart emoji.

The ride back to what you were assuming was his home, was in comfortable, thick silence. Soft music still played through the speakers but even that wasn’t enough to keep the thick tension from fading, if you were being honest it only seemed to get thicker the closer you got to his home. Just like he had mentioned, ten minutes later and a couple turns later, he was parking his car by the curb. Once putting the gear in park, he gives you a small smile before climbing out the car where you follow in getting out yourself. Standing before you was a tall bricked building which gave you an aesthetic vibe from its faded grey color, to the fire escapes mounted on the side of the building. The sound of the car locking behind you brings your eyes away from the building to Chris who stood near the hood of his car, smile on his lips as he watched you admire the building, then motions his head to the left indicating to follow him, which you do with nervous feet.

Opening the main doors to the building, he lets you enter first before following behind you and leading the rest of the way. Not before grabbing your hand and interlocking your fingers together as he walks towards the elevator’s, definitely not causing heat to rise on your cheeks at the unexpected action, but allow his fingers to slot themselves with your own. As you both waited for the elevator you took the time to observe your surroundings, noticing just how luxurious this building was, with a splash of rustic architecture displayed around the entire lobby. Nicely waxed wooden tiles laid on the floor, a few couches with coffee tables were scattered throughout the lobby, a black marble front desk stood by the entrance of the building with a man around his late forties sitting behind said desk, plants were also displayed in every corner as well as some dangling from the ceiling, a couple TV’s were hooked on walls showing the News or advertising certain promotions the building had. In your opinion, everything screamed rich, which had you wondering.

“So are you like.. a lawyer or something?” You suddenly asked, turning your gaze at the man who was quietly watching the elevator reach their floor,

The question brings out a wide smile along with a deep chuckle from him, “More like a construction worker. Me and my brother work with my old man,”

“Ohh that’s right, Evans Construction,” You claim with a smile, remembering the time when you had asked Ashley on what her uncle did for a living,

You were asking for a friend obviously.

Chris continues to smile down at you, “Yeah,” He starts as he looks around the lobby, “Guess it kinda pays the bills,”

Kinda? You think to yourself.

“Might need to work for your dad then if I kinda wanna pay for my college loans,” You joke, earning a soft chuckle from him,

“Would definitely love to see you in a tool belt,” He says, eyes raking your entire frame before settling on your eyes and continuing with, “Just.. a tool belt,”

A large smirk spreads on his face when he sees the way your cheeks flush bright red at his words, then chuckles once again when you shake your head in embarrassment and shove him away with the hand interlocked with his, but all he does is pull you with him as he walks inside the elevator, causing you to bump against his firm chest. Pushing a button on the panel behind your shoulder, he lets his blue orbs glance down at your own eyes. You feel a hand rest on your hip while the other softly cups your cheek, then feeling the way his fingers place a strand of hair behind your ear before watching the way he slowly bends down towards your lips. Your lips connect the same time the doors to the elevator shut close.

The kiss was gentle, caring, slow, but passionate. Both your mouths were molding together while your hot, warm tongues danced with each other, fighting for dominance, then before you knew it he began pushing you backwards until your back gently collided against the left side of the elevator and immediately slotting his leg in between your own, earning a soft gasp from you when he forces your hips down on his thigh once again. Not only did your clothed core rubbed beautifully against his firm thigh, but you too felt the way his harden member poked against your own thigh, letting you know just how much he wants this, how much he craved you, how much he missed you.

Annoyingly, before things can get more heated the sound of the elevator ringing breaks you two apart. Chris quickly looks over his shoulder then back at you with a smile as he pulls away before grabbing your hand and leading you both out the elevator.

Taking a glance up at the number on top of the elevator doors you noticed you had stopped on the eighth floor, making your eyebrows raise when you catch a glimpse of a view from the window to your left as you got off the elevator. You wondered if he had a view, guess you’ll find out in a matter of minutes.

A couple doors later, you both stop in front of a black door that read 8F in the center. You stand behind Chris as he unlocks it then watch as he steps aside for your to entire first, he’s such a gentleman, you thought to yourself as you entire his home with a smile. Just as you step foot inside, the sound of something rattling and nails scraping against the wooden floor can be heard from down the hall and itching closer.

“You have a dog?!” You say with excitement as you watch the overly excited dog make it’s way towards the both of you, bending down you pet the handsome dog who excitedly ran towards you instead of his owner,

Chris chuckles as he places his keys on a small key bowl by the door, “Yeah, rescued the big guy a couple years back while we were working on a house in Savannah during the summer, his names Dodger,” He explains with a loving smile as he watches the way Dodger curls on the floor, stomach exposed as he waits for your loving scratches,

You let out a giggle as you go ahead and give him scratches on his belly, “You’re a handsome one ain’t ya?”

You receive a loud, happy, excited bark from the boxer-mix on the floor, widening your smile as you continue to give him belly scratches. A few belly rubs later, you rise from the floor with a satisfied smile on your lips as you watch Dodger get up from the ground, does the usual dog shake off before walking away with a wagging tail. Nails clicking against the floor is all you can hear in the home, causing a soft chuckle to escape from you. Turning around you notice how Chris is just staring at you while leaning against the wall, hands tucked into his front pockets as he scans your entire frame with a knowable look in his eyes. Without saying another word he slowly makes his way towards you then let’s his hand reach out towards your shirt before gently pulling you against his chest, where he immediately slots your mouths once again.

Like a machine programmed, your arms easily wrap around his neck, fingers getting lost in his dark locks at the base of his neck as you melt against his lips. A certain tug on his locks causes a muffled moan to be heard from his throat, which he can’t help but deepen the kiss as he forces you to walk backwards until your back softly collides with the wall. His large frame traps you against the wall once again, but only for a split second before you start feeling one hand gripping the side of your waist while the other settles behind your thigh and in a swift motion your off the ground. Your legs immediately wrap around his waist while your hands hold onto the back of his neck in a firm grip, lips not once parting from each other as he begins walking further into the home.

You’re not really sure where he’s leading you both, but you’re assuming it’ll be either the couch or his bedroom, didn’t matter, just as long as you’re able to feel his warmth soon. The feeling of your body slightly bouncing in his hold answers your previous question when you can hear and feel him climbing up some stairs. Then hear how his boots stomp on the wooden floor as he makes his way down the hall and in a short time you suddenly feel him laying you down against cushion, which you assumed was his bed. Without breaking the kiss, he uses the arm he has wrapped around your lower half to shift you higher on his bed, which he does so easily, as if you weighed nothing. Knowing he can easily manhandle you without any effort definitely turns you on even more, igniting a kink that you didn’t know you had and only making the whole situation a thousand times more arousing.

A soft gasp escapes from you when he firmly knocks his hips against your clothed core, where he then uses the opportunity to lavish your neck at the new exposed skin.

“Chris.. please,” You beg with a breathless tone, small moans slipping from your lips every few seconds at the way his harden member teases you through thick layers,

“I got you,” Is all he whispers against your lips, pecking them one last time as he begins undoing the button on your jeans and not wasting time on lowering them down your legs along with your underwear,

It has been three weeks since he’s last had you, three weeks since he’s had your warmth, your taste, so matching the same eagerness as you he wasn’t going to waste another second. The moment he slips off your shoes and undergarments, tossing them somewhere behind his arm he spreads both your legs as wide as they can go before diving in. The first long, firm, hot lick against your core has your back arching off the bed with a breathless moan, hands immediately latching onto his hair and gripping tightly as he soon picks up the pace. His tongue lavishes your walls and clit, making firm circular movements against your bundle of nerves ripping moan after moan from you.

“Oh.. f-fuck,” You breathlessly moan when his tongue continues to attack your clit, but what causes your hips to slightly rise from the mattress is the feeling of his thick finger pushing its way inside,

The noise that rumbles up your chest and out your mouth is pure bliss as the new sensation buzzes throughout your body. The way his tongue feverishly laps against your clit with his thick finger pumping in and out of you at a torturous pace creates the most delicious friction at the pit of your stomach. The knot only seems to grow as he plunges another thick digit inside of you, bringing another noise from you as he picks up the pace. The sounds of your moans and filthy slurping noises coming between your legs bounces off the walls in the room, yet, they only seem to grow louder as you near the edge.

Your hips begin to move against his face as you near the end, but a firm arm pinning your hips to the bed halts your movements, making a whine escape from you but before you can plead to him he’s soon pumping his fingers and lapping at your clit in rapid pace.

“Oh my-..” Is the only thing that slips out your mouth as the pleasure only seem to increase as he vigorously pumps his finger inside of you,

From the way his thick fingers pumped inside of you to his tongue lapping away at your bundle of nerves and his beard rubbing deliciously against your thighs was becoming too much, the knot forming in the bit of your stomach was becoming too tight for you to hold. Chris must’ve known or must’ve heard the way your breathing was coming in harsh puffs because he only seems to pick up his pace, pumping and licking at an incredible speed that has you once again arching off the bed while your hands grip onto his soft locks.

“Chris,” Was the last thing you breathlessly say before your orgasm hits you like an anchor reaching the bottom of the ocean,

Chris’ fingers and tongue continue their rapid movements as you ride out your orgasm, causing a few twitches to erupt from your body when you become a little sensitive, but with one final lick to your clit Chris pulls away from your soaked core, slightly cursing under his breath at the sight. You had completely drenched his fingers, causing his member to throb painfully in his jeans at the delicious sight and god how he missed this. How he missed you.

With slow movements he begins placing gentle kissing against your thighs, beard slightly tickling against your skin, causing a small flinch from you and a small chuckle from the man who continued in lavishing your skin with feathery kisses. You on the other hand just laid there as you slowly came down from your high, you had definitely came harder than you’ve ever had, literally draining half of your energy from its intense orgasm. Chris must’ve noticed your relaxed, quiet form because you hear another deep chuckle coming from him. Opening your eyes, that you didn’t know were closed, you lock eyes with his, noticing just how dilated they were.

“Still with me baby?” Chris asks, smile spreading on his lips as he continues to take in your flushed form,

“Mmhmm,” Is all you’re able to mumble out which ends up in a short chuckle when you can picture just exactly how you look at the moment,

Smile still on his face, Chris furrows his brows as he removes a strand of hair from your eye, “Was that your first time?”

He couldn’t help but ask, not because he wanted to pry into your previous sex life but because the way you responded made him curious if you ever been on the receiving end. With an embarrassed look you slowly nod your head, answering his question.

Then it clicked.

“W-We’re you a vir..—,”

“No,” You quickly answer with a shake of your head when you knew the question that was coming, “I guess just… I guess they just didn’t know how to please a woman yet,”

You explain, slightly throwing shade to your ex, yet, you didn’t regret the words. Not one bit.

Chris chuckles, deep and dark, “Well, get use to it sweetheart because there’s plenty more where that came from,” He promises with a deep kiss,

“Looking forward to it,” You whisper against his lips, smile tugging on your own as you bring him down for another kiss, this time allowing his warm tongue to explore and face with yours,

The same time you feel his large hand sliding under your shirt and slowly treading upwards until he grips tightly on your covered breast, which of course brings another gasp from you, you allow your own hands to reach down towards his belt where you quickly undo it. Once unfastening the button of his jeans you let your hand reach down, firmly palming the large bulge that hides behind his navy briefs, earning a loud, muffled groan from the man above you. However, a deep animalistic growl vibrates from his throat the moment your small fingers wrap around his girth and begin stroking up and down.

“Fuck,” Chris whispers against your lips, body going absolutely stiff when your grip tightens around him the same time your strokes get faster,

Although, before you can continue or do more than stroking, he quickly shrugs off his shirt before pulling your hands off him to remove his own briefs and jeans. Your eyes go wide at the sight of him, his large, leaking, girth of a brick rests heavily in between his legs and curling upwards towards his toned stomach. Just because you’ve already seen all of him that one time in the kitchen doesn’t mean you still don’t get speechless at just how big he really is. Hell, the sight of him again after three weeks has your mouth watering for him, it has you craving him, it has you desperate for him all over again.

Trailing your eyes up towards his chest you meet his eyes, noticing how they were already staring at you, wide smirk on his lips as he crawls towards you again. He latches his lips against yours again in a gentle, caring, slow manner before feeling his hands sliding your shirt off your frame then your bra. Settling back against the cushions you watch him scan your now exposed breast, watching the way his eyes slowly blink as his mouth slightly parts as he continues to admire the new fresh of skin.

“Fucking beautiful,” He whispers, large hands rising to grip both of your exposed breasts, letting a heavy sigh leave through your nose and heat to rise up your cheeks at the affection you currently were receiving,

His blue eyes trail up from where they were focused on the way his hands fit perfectly against your globes to your own blown out orbs. Licking his lips he bends down to latch against yours once again, at the same time he teases you by rubbing his leaking tip against your aching clit, earning a pathetic whimper from you, but it was pure music in Chris’ ears so he repeats his actions until those whimpers grew more desperate for attention. Yet, he couldn’t deny his own desperation, he’s been thinking of you and wanting you for three weeks and now that he has you splayed out beneath him, he’s not gonna waste another second.

With one last thrust of his hips, he removes one hand from your breast to dig through a drawer on your left. You hear him rummaging for a few seconds before feeling him pull away, opening your eyes you see him kneeling in between your legs as he tears a packet with his teeth. His blue eyes meet yours as a soft scoff escapes from you.

“Can’t be too careful,” He claims as he spits out the piece of plastic and pulls out the rubber from its hold,

A soft chuckles leaves your lips as you watch him slide it on, “Like we were the first time?”

Chris closes his eyes as a deep chuckle rumbles off his own lips, “I know I know,” Slightly opening your legs wider, he hovers above you once again and bends down to peck your lips before feeling him rub against your core and feeling the way he slowly starts pushing in,

A gasp falls off your lips as you feel the way his large girth stretches you open. As he continues to push in a deep groan rumbles in his throat when he feels your walls clamping down on him from the large intrusion, causing a large hand to grip the side of your waist to keep him grounded.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight,” He curses under his breath as he slowly continues to push the rest of his member,

In less than a second he’s soon deep into your core, earning a heavy sigh to fall from your lips as you get accustomed to him. Angling his head he pecks gentle kisses on your lips to distract you from the discomfort, but after a short while you mumble in between the kiss, letting him know he’s good to move. And boy did he do just that. The moment he gives your forehead one last peck he doesn’t waste time in pulling his hips back before slamming them back into you, earning a loud, choked whimper to escape from you. His pace quickens right after that, not once faltering, and not once did he fail to bring out beautiful noises from you with each thrust he gave you.

Soft grunts and groans can be heard deliciously in your ear as he rests his face in the crook of your neck, however, one particularly loud growl vibrates in your ear when you rake your nails against his back, which only arouses you even more. After a while, you feel him pull away and watch him lean back on his knees, large hands gripping onto both your legs and spreading them as wide as they can go while his bright, dilated, blue eyes looked down to where his cock pushed in and out of your glistening cunt. It was such a beautiful sight for him, loving the way his cock is splitting you open, loving the way your juices covered him, loving the way your lips looked red and raw. Everything.

“Fuck,” Chris whispers when his eyes trail up towards your body, watching with wide lustful eyes the way your breast bouncing with every snap of his hips,

Although, something inside of him snaps when his eyes land on your beautiful flushed face. Eyes tightly shut, mouth slightly open with small moans escaping from you had him completely feral at the sight. Without thinking, he drops one hand from your knee and replaces it around your neck, earning an erotic moan to slip from you at the new added pressure. Fuck.. she’s perfect. Chris couldn’t help but think as your moans only grew as he picked up his pace and added a little more pressure to his hold. Not enough to cut off your airway, but enough to bring you back down to his cock.

“Oh my—,” You cry out when you feel him hoisting your leg to rest on the crook of his elbow and feeling the way the new angle allows him to plunge deeper inside of you,

Your hands are on your sides hold onto the white sheets with tight grip as your second orgasm approaches much quicker. With the way his cock is hitting your cervix in a brutal pace has the knot building in the pit of your stomach. Yet, what finally made the bridge collapse was the rough feeling of his thumb rubbing against your clit, bringing a loud gasp from you and causing your whole body to arch off the bed once again when your orgasm hits you hard.

“That’s it baby. Come for me,” Chris comments, blown eyes watching the way your whole body shakes at the intensity of your release, yet not once did he stop thrusting into you,

He eventually does slow down when you place a hand on his chest as you try pulling away due to being overstimulated, but of course he doesn’t let you. He stops his movements, but doesn’t let you pull away by gripping onto your hips and slamming you back down on his cock, earning a small yelp from you at the feeling.

“Ohh..fuck,” You breath out, hand still on his chest as you try and gather your breath,

Chris only smiles down at you before grabbing your hand that rests on his chest to place gentle kisses against your fingers, wrist and down your arm until he’s leaving a trail of kisses against your glowing skin till he reaches your burning, awaiting lips. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers tangling themselves into his sweaty locks at the base of his neck and gently massaging there.

After a few seconds of letting you rest, Chris pecks your lips, cheek and forehead before feeling him pull away and carefully slipping out of you. The empty feeling brings a shutter out of you, but watch as he gently turns your body till your stomach now lays against the comforter. You feel him place kisses along your neck and back then feel him slightly lifting your hips before feeling him sliding inside of you once again. Bringing a breathless moan from you when the new position feels tighter and deeper.

“Fuck baby,” You hear him behind your ear as he slowly rocks into you before once again picking up his pace, slamming his hips into you,

A gasp and a whimper falls from your lips as you grip onto the pillow in front of you, “C-Chris,”

“I know baby, just one more yeah?” He tells you, voice vibrating against your ear as he continues with his thrusts,

No words were able to form out of your mouth except for breathless moans and whimpers as he repositions himself behind you. Slightly resting a heavy hand on your back while keeping your hips up with his other, left your body slightly bent on the bed which not only allowed him to dig deeper into your core, but it also made the knot in your stomach to form quicker than you thought. In fact, it didn’t take long for your third orgasm of the night to hit you, causing pleasured cries to fall from your lips as your body shook from its intensity once again.

Due to your walls fluttering and clamping around him, Chris soon reaches his own peak with a loud groan behind your ear. With one final deep thrust he buries himself deep inside you as he empties inside the condom, hands barely catching his weight on either side of your head to not crush you when his energy drains from his release. You on the other hand could care less if he did or not, the last energy you had left had been washed away with your third orgasm that now you laid completely limp on the mattress. Your eyes fluttering close every now and then at the exhaustion that washes over you, yet you knew sleeping wasn’t an option. Not now anyways. As much as you craved sleep you knew you couldn’t.

As you fought your eyelids to remain open and fought the exhaustion that tried overpowering your body, you can hear the breathless pants coming from behind you as Chris gathered his breath. His hot breath fanned against your sweaty skin awhile leaning his forehead against your shoulder blades, then noticing how one of his hands still gripped tightly by your waist and feeling the way his—now soft—member was still buried inside of you.

“Shit,” Chris breathlessly says against your skin as he continues to gather himself,

Then, after taking another minute or so, he slowly begins pulling out of you, bringing another shutter through your exhausted body at the empty feeling once again. Without looking, or even attempting to rise your head from where it laid heavily against the bed, you hear him hiss under his breath, then a soft noise on the floor before feeling the bed dip by your side. Opening your eyes, that had been closed for nearly five minutes, you notice how he laid down on his back, eyes closed as he continued gathering his breath. Then watch as those bright blue orbs of his land on yours, small smile creeping its way on his face as he observes your own worn out eyes.

“Still with me?” He asks, letting the back of his knuckle rub against your cheek,

You hum, slightly nodding your head as best as you can while still leaning against the mattress, “Never better,”

A soft chuckle slips from his mouth, knuckle still rubbing soothing circles against your cheek as he reaches over to place a gentle kiss on your lips before pulling you against his chest. With as much strength and energy you can build, you slide over to him, leaning your head against his chest. Calm, soothing heartbeat thumping against your eardrums as you two laid there in each others arms, breathing, relaxing, talking quietly amongst each other about anything and everything. However, as much as you wanted this night to last, to just spend the remainder of the night in his arms till you both fell asleep, you knew you couldn’t. You had to get home before it get any later, so with an exhausted sigh you begin pulling away from his grip, but right as you managed to somewhat pull away from him he pulls you back down against his chest, earning a small chuckle from you.

“Chris,”

“Stay,” Is all he says, eyes closed as he kept you in his large arms,

“I can’t, I gotta go,” Chuckling once again you gently tap his peck before rising from his hold once again, but only settling into a sitting position beside him,

His arm falls around your waist at your new position, but doesn’t stop his fingers from rubbing patters against your skin as he watches you.

“Thought you didn’t have a curfew?” He asks, placing his other arm behind his head,

You smile down at him, “I don’t. But it’s getting late,”

He stays quiet for a few seconds. Eyes admiring your still slightly flushed face as he continues rubbing his pattern against your skin, “What time are your parents leaving you to babysit?”

You furrow your brows as you try to remember the exact time, “By noon, I think,”

“I’ll get you home before then,” He states, eyes not once parting from yours,

A smile tugs on your lips as you consider his offer with narrowed eyes, and knowing he knew you were debating on accepting his offer by the way his smile only widens. Then knowing he knows you’ve accepted it when he motions his head to the side.

“Stay,” He repeats, smile forming into a smirk when you roll your eyes at him with a shake of your head,

Quickly reaching over the edge of the bed to pull out your phone from its pocket, you sent a quick message to your mother letting her know you’ve decided to spent the night at Ashley’s but promise to be at the house before they leave. Once placing your phone on the bedside table, you quickly cuddle next to Chris who invited you with warm open arms. Placing a long gentle kiss on the crown of your head he wraps his arms around your frame before closing his eyes. Fingers now dancing along your shoulder blades as you both settle into conversation once again about random things, however, in a matter of minutes you both quickly drift off by the sounds of each others steady breathing.

In all your years of sleeping, you will admit, this was definitely by far the best nights of sleep you’ve ever gotten. A bit risky, but definitely worth it.

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The Marriage Pact

When Sloan and Chris become reunited and get more than a few drinks in their systems they remember something from their past, and it includes a marriage pact they made a decade ago. But the two decide to follow through with the agreement and get married!

warnings: mentions of sex, drinking, and swearing

word count: 2,750

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“When I say birthday you say bitch!” My best friend Corrine shouts to the crowd of men at the bar

“Birthday”

“Bitch!”

“Birthday!”

“Bitch!!”

I shake my head at her as she remains standing on the bar stool across the way from me

I stare at the weird colored cocktail in my hands that she insisted I have

It’s extremely strong and very disgusting

“When Corrine texted me last week with an invite to celebrate your birthday I was honestly surprised.”

I look behind me quickly, seeing a very old friend that I haven’t spoken to in years

Chris smiles and hugs me tightly as I stare at him confused

“She invited you?”

“She invited a lot of people, clearly. How many of these people do you actually know Sloan?”

I look towards the groups of people and say “Probably about a fifth of them I’m acquainted with.”

His eyes widen as he laughs saying “Typical Corrine.”

“She sends out mass text messages, for all her parties. That’s where you come in, you must’ve accidentally been grouped in.”

He looks to me suspect saying “What you wouldn’t invite me by choice?”

I sigh saying “I don’t know, it’s been awhile.”

“Yeah it has, from what I’ve heard you’ve basically stopped acting?”

Shaking my head I say “Who told you that?”

He waves his phone saying “The internet. Your last show is going to be that sitcom? Really?”

“I need a break from acting. The roles I get are undeveloped and unenjoyable. I’m tired of playing the female arm candy in an action movie.”

“You’re done with Tom Cruises movies?”

I roll my eyes saying “Unless I get my own spin off, yeah.”

“That’s a shame. You’re so good at what you do, you need a better agent.”

Narrowing my eyes to him I say “It’s been at least 2 years since we’ve talked and this is what you want to talk about? What are you filming? Still at Marvel’s beck and call?”

He grumbles saying “funny. When you get a multi million dollar main character role you can have an opinion on my role but yeah I am still doing the marvel thing.”

“I can tell, you’re only in this good of shape when you’re filming marvel.”

“Thanks?”

I sigh and say “I also want a break to start a family or something. I’m ready to settle down.”

“Ah I see..”

“You want something to drink?” I ask

He nods saying “Yeah sure. What are you…having? Jesus what is that?” He motions towards the glittery glow in the dark drink in my hand

“It’s called a Sloan. Don’t ask me how Corrine thought of it, it’s nearly toxic waste.”

Chris looks over in the direction of our somewhat mutual friend getting men to shout in unison with her “I see she still has men wrapped around her finger.”

“She wouldn’t be Corrine if she couldn’t get men to wrap around her finger.”

“What’s she been up to in acting terms?”

I finish my drink and say “She’s in a new movie with Margot Robbie and Will smith.”

“Interesting pairing, I’ve gotta admit.”

I walk with him to the bar and the bartender says “What can I get you both?”

“Two more Sloan’s and also something drinkable.”

He smiles to us and Chris says “I’m not drinking that glittery toxic waste.”

“It’s my birthday are you forgetting that?”

“I hate when people leverage that. I already got you a gift. It’s in that disgustingly tall pile of gifts.”

“You owe me. It’s been 2 years since we’ve talked, you owe me.”

Grumbling he takes a sip as I carry the other drinks in my hands

He makes a face saying “It’s gross.”

I smile saying “good. Finish it.”

Shaking his head he says “this would kill my street cred y’know.”

“I’m sorry, what street cred?”

He scoffs as he finishes the drink and sets the glass down. He grabs the beer from my hand and says “I’m a beer guy, you know that.”

“And I’m a tequila gal, doesn’t mean Corrine cares.”

He nods and says “no family here today?”

I narrow my eyes to him saying “Surprised you didn’t read about that in the news.”

“What? What happened?”

Sighing I say “it is my birthday you know, and I really would like not discussing my family.”

“Fine, deal. No bringing up ex’s then.”

I smile saying “good. I was hoping you’d say that.”

“Does that mean you broke up with Garret??” He asks dumbfounded

Groaning I say “Don’t make me bring up Minka and Jessica.”

He groans loudly and says “I need more beer.”

He walks away and I follow as I laugh at his avoidance of the topic. I nudge him saying “Still want to ask about Garret?”

He narrows his eyes to me in annoyance as he pushes cash towards the bartender annoyed

“I’ll just ask him myself.”

I make a face and say “And Minka happens to go to the same spin class as me.” I smile to him

He huffs in annoyance and says “They wanted more and I wanted more time.”

I shake my head and say “Sounds about right.”

“Is that why you and Garret broke up?”

I scoff saying “No. Far from it. I wasn’t pushing him for more, he fell for his costar. She’s 10 years younger than me and she worships the ground he walks on. He told me about her and we were done. I threw his things off my balcony.”

His eyes widen and he says “Jesus.”

I shrug and say “There, you’re caught up on my romantic life.”

He laughs as I sigh, he says “I’m sorry. I was just curious. You guys were serious, at least I thought so.”

“We were, then I got swamped with work and he sought out comfort elsewhere. Fucking asshole..”

Chris and I laugh as I motion to the bartender for more tequila shots

“I have work tomorrow.”

“This should do nothing to you. Come on lightweight.”

The drunkenness quickly came over us as we just kept drinking together, the surroundings around us melted away as we caught up

“How’s your mom?” I ask as I squint at the beer in my hand

“She’s doing great. How’s yours?”

“Not going there right now.” I hum as I reach for my beer

“I think I’m drunk.” He says aimlessly as he stares at the ceiling that’s dimly lighting up the bar

“It feels great. It’s been too long.”

He smiles widely as my head hits his shoulder as I laugh and smile to him

His head rests on mine and he says “Another round please.” He motions towards the bartender

I spin the shot in my hand saying “This is the real Sloan! a shot and a beer to wash it down with… you know me so well.”

I smile to him as I turn my attention to him, he smiles saying “I’ve missed you so much.”

“Right back at you Evans. I’ve missed having friends that actually know me.”

We click our glasses together and say “Cheers to our reunion.”

He nods saying “Cheers to you, happy birthday Sloan Sloan.”

I smile and say “Ah I was wondering when that nickname was going to come up.”

I shoot back the shot and he follows after me a few seconds later

“Remember that stupid list we made?”

“When I was 22, i hadn’t met Garret yet and you were with Jessica. We wrote so many stupid things on that page.”

“Can’t remember what the paper even had on it.”

“We both wrote things we didn’t want each other to know for 10 years remember?”

I laugh and say “I remember.”

“God I wish we still had that paper.”

We both laugh as we sigh in defeat. I spin the liquid in the beer bottle as it dawns on me and I repeat “Under the three willow trees in our favorite park.. where the dog shit can’t be smelled from..”

He looks to me surprised and says “We buried it!”

I nod and he stands up quickly as I tumble out of my barstool from his sudden movement.

He steadies me as he holds my shoulders tightly

“We have to go.”

“What..?? This is my party!”

He nods saying “We have to go get it.”

I smile and say “Well okay I guess. But you owe me a cake I am going to miss my cake.”

“Deal.”

An Uber was called, we stumbled into the back seat as the woman says “You two alright back there?”

“Jimminy crickets we’re amazing! Oooo all this is for us? Okay… I see you.”

I grab the free candy and water she has set up for Uber guests

She pulls up to the park saying “You two going to be alright?”

Stumbling and basically rolling out of the car we laugh and i give her a thumbs up

“We’ll be perfect, thank you!” He thanks the driver as we approach the very dark park at this late of an hour

“I just love scary parks at this hour.”

“It’s not that late. It’s only like 1:30am or something like that.” He reassures me

As soon as we got to the trees I fell to my knees and struggled to dig at the grass. He laughed as he stumbled as he laughed so hard he fell over

I shush him and he laughs louder screaming “Who’s going to hear us out here!”

I crawl towards the play structure and steal some kids plastic pale and shovel

I dig at the grass and he grabs it from me saying “No, no let me.”

I sit back and watch as he digs with the weak shovel as it bends from his strength

He hits the box and I quickly push the shovel away as I impatiently pull the box that’s slightly damaged out

The dirt has eaten at it and the plastic bag hasn’t lasted very well

I guess it has been a decade

I pull the papers and read the list in my hands confused

I don’t remember this being in there

He pulls the bottom papers and reads them as I look through this written agreement that we signed

“Get this, I wrote that in ten years I hope I’ll be a more respectable actor and work on a award winning movie.”

He flips the page as he reads “In ten years I want to be married with a baby and a successful career. But all I really want is to be happy, whether that means giving up acting or not.”

His frown deepens as he looks to me as I read the list

1. Don’t let work get in the way of our friendship

Well clearly we didn’t follow up on that one

2. Help each other anytime it’s needed, career wise or otherwise.

He can’t help with things he doesn’t know about.

3. Always be each others backups, in any date scenario

That one was a stupid add, he only added that one because he knew he needed a date to his sisters wedding the next week. But I obliged.

4. In ten years, or less if we haven’t settled down and gotten married we’ll get married to each other

What the fuck ?!

I stare at the list of shit we wrote and I feel the stinging of a headache hit me as I go back to the first page

He pulls the other page from me as I go mute on him and he stares at me in confusion as I don’t respond to his questions

He reads through them with a smile and it only falters when he gets to number 4 and he looks to me as I stare at the agreement

He smiles and says “Ten years, huh?”

“Take this written agreement as a verbal and written contract that we are obligated and honored to marry the other if both see fit in their very single lives. Rules that may exempt the agreement would be a. A relationship b. A baby and a relationship c. A sexually transmitted disease d. a change in sexual orientation.”

Chris chuckles at the last two rules and I roll my eyes as I say “If not met with that criteria we are morally obligated to relieve each other of the embarrassment of being married too late in life.”

I scoff in annoyance saying “who wrote this shit oh my god.”

Chris smiles saying “I think it’s hilarious.”

“I think it’s- it’s… I don’t know!”

“I think we should listen to our twenty-something selves and follow up on this.”

I stare at him in shock and he nods saying “We promised, we’ve gotta follow up on this pact, we fell through with every other agreement, not this one too, come on.”

“We just started talking again,”

He nods saying “I haven’t had fun like this in years.. I feel like me when I’m with you. I haven’t felt like me in too long. Let’s go get our shotgun wedding, c’mon.”

I slowly warm up to the idea and my smile slowly widens as I begin to nod in agreement

He smiles back at me as his arms snake around me and lift me off the ground. Spinning around as we laugh loudly leads to us tumbling over again

“You call the Uber, I’ll look up a place to get married.”

I feel my fingers move but my mind not catching up as I proceed with our plans of marriage.

It seems completely rational to us and he shows me the 24/7 chapel only a city over and I smile widely as I nod saying “deal.”

He presses his hands to the sides of my face as his thumb brushes down my nose and he taps the top of my nose saying “deal.”

The Uber drive consisted of me sitting close to Chris with his arm wrapped around me as my hands held tightly to his other arm

Pulling up to the chapel the Uber driver didn’t say much but there expression wasn’t indescribable

But it irked me.

I straighten up my dress and lick my hands as I press them to Chris’ stray aways

He groans as he attempts to squirm away from me as I insist on fixing his hair

I nod as I smile saying “perfect.. you look perfect.”

“Thank you, you look beautiful.”

We enter the establishment and the lady behind the podium welcomes us and gets us on the fast track to getting married

“We have a selection of rings to pick from if you haven’t purchased one yet, we offer a character wedding, Elvis, and a few other options. There’s a tropical wedding, a traditional-”

I cut her off saying “traditional.”

Chris smiles saying “no Elvis?”

I push his shoulder as I shake my head. We are brought to the ring area and he immediately picks the ring that sticks out to him

It’s what stuck out to me, it was surprisingly beautiful for the other options they had

I shook the fake ministers hand as we met him 2 minutes before we were to be married

“I need you both to sign this document.”

I squinted my eyes as I read the words on the document and it was a basic marriage document and I flipped the page and signed my name across the bottom quickly

Chris scribbled his name quickly, not taking a second glance and says “if the misses says it’s safe to sign I believe her.”

The minister walks us down the isle as the director of the weddings clips a waist length veil onto my hair

I nod to her in appreciation and the ceremony proceeds as the alcohol was still very influential in the ceremony even happening

The pictures were taken as the minister asks “This is both of your opportunities to say something about the other.”

Chris nods and squeezes my hand saying “You’re my best friend, Sloan Sloan. I felt incomplete without you in my life and having you back in my life means everything. I can’t wait to navigate this new adventure with you as my wife.”

My cheeks redden as I blush and my heart flutters and does back flips.

He tilts his head to me as he admires my smile and he pulls my hand to his lips as he kisses them delicately

I swallow thickly as I say “There’s no one else I could possibly do this with, it’s only you that could put me at ease like this. You are my best friend and I can’t wait to be married to you. I love you, Chris.”

He smiles and the officiant smiles as they say “do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.” I nod as my brain is still foggy

“and do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.”

Chris smiles widely as the man says “I pronounce you husband and wife.”

Before the man can continue Chris kisses me, and once we got started kissing we didn’t stop

His arms wrapped around me as he dipped me into the kiss and the officiant shakes his head muttering “Jesus..”

The wedding director smiles widely and pats our shoulders saying “A few more pictures.”

We take our pictures and are handed glasses of champagne and a bottle as we are directed to the restaurant next door

Chris says “Hello wife.”

I smile as I look to him saying “Hello husband.”

We both laugh as we stumble towards the Italian restaurant next door

“What would you say to skipping the dinner and going home?” I chime

He looks to me and says “Sounds like a square deal.”

The second we got into the Uber his lips were pressed to my neck as the driver visibly cringed

The car ride was fast as the man clearly wanted us out of his car.

Chris lifted me as he stumbled in step up to my house. I laughed as I hung off his shoulder and he patted the back of my legs as he sang everlasting love by natalie cole

“This will be… an everlasting love..!! Ooo..yes it will be!”

He is hilarious and I haven’t laughed this hard in too long

He jingled the key into the door and shifted me in his arms as soon as the door was open.

He carried me through the door frame bridal style and says “Now it’s official!”

The door is kicked shut behind us as he walks like a blind mouse through the pitch black house

We laugh loudly as we bump into every object in my house as our lips are glued together

His teeth pull on my bottom lip as I mumble “Past the guest room. And laundry… keep going.”

We hit the wall again and he releases my lip as my lips press to his cheek

“You’ve almost got it.”

And victoriously he finds my bed and we fall into it slowly as he lands on me carefully, keeping his lips attached to the exposed skin on my neck

“We should’ve done this years ago.”

I hmm in response as I can’t talk through the blissful tingling I feel throughout my body

“Y-yeah.” I say as his lips trail down the exposed skin around my dress as his hands reach behind my back, searching for the zipper

The zipper breaks through his impatience and I grumble as I grow uncomfortable with the heat between my legs

“Just rip the dress- Chris..”

He didn’t have to be asked twice, the dress was ripped from the fabric at the zipper and he pulled it off me roughly as I mumbled into his skin as he hovered over me “oh finally…”

He pauses for a minute as his eyes retreat down to my exposed chest, my back arching at his hands moving down to my waist, the exposed skin quickly showcasing new goosebumps

“didn’t need a bra with that dress- did-did you?”

His fleeting eyes look to mine as I produce a furrowed look, my expression asking him what he’s waiting for

He slides his hands up to my face and says “Are you okay? You alright?”

I nod quickly and say “I’m perfect. I’m happy.”

“That’s all I want for you, lo.”

I nod as I heave a breath saying “Are you okay?”

“More than okay. I’ve wanted this for a long, long time. Is this- is me doing this, is it okay?”

I nod in agreement quickly saying “Not if you wait any longer, you’re killing me…”

I squirm while I’m under him, in near desperation as his grin runs wide and his eyebrows pop

“Oh… I see..”

He laughs as I hmm in response, patience is not my strong suit

“I got you, as your husband, I’ve got you all taken care of.”

And he does, he easily does. My eyes flutter in relief and the rush of adrenaline hits me as my hips rise up in response to him

“good job, honey.”

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Breakfast

Board inspired by the one I saw @fvckinghenrycavill do

Pairing: husband Chris Evans x fem reader

Summary: just fluff you making Chris breakfast Bring it to him after he's been working all morning

Word count: 701

Warnings: none!

A/n: I had to write the sexist man alive a fic because I absolutely adore him

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~|fluffy content ahead|~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You had been sitting on the sofa in you and Chris's shared house looking out the open doors letting in the sunlight. Your place was mostly made of wood. You found it comforting to look out and see the tall green trees, your Christmas tree was one of them. It stood tall decorated with the ornaments you had hung up with Chris's help of course. You were so excited when he had brought it home. You had grown quite bored after a few hours since Chris was working on a project and the dogs were resting in there beds near the door. It wasn't that you were neglected by Chris, you just missed his attention.

You couldn't for the life of you understand why they'd given your husband a job around Christmas anyway. You had just been in his office checking in on him from time to time. He was deeply concentrated on what he was doing, so much so that he didn't move his eyes to look your way when you entered. You understood he was busy so left to give him space; that was over an hour ago and you couldn't help but worry a bit since he hadn't come down to eat but you really didn't want to disturb him while he was working. It made you a bit anxious, though Chris wasn't the type to blow a fuse if you did go talk to him, that was just how you were. You sat for a moment debating on whether or not you should go ask him to come eat but you quickly shut the questions out; you are his wife! you could make him food.

You nodded as If confirming it as you made your way to the kitchen. "Eggs and bacon are fine" you mumbled, pulling the carton and pack from the fridge, reaching for a pan and throwing the items on the stove. Chris was typing away on his computer when the smell filled the space. He looked up for a second, had you been cooking yourself something he thought while looking over his laptop. "Good she remembered to eat" he said to himself and went back to work content with the fact that you were taking care of yourself. A few hours passed while you cooked everything before plating it. You decided half way through to make hot chocolate with a candy cane resting in the mug, a few marshmallows floating on the steaming liquid as you carried the plate up the steps to him.

You pushed the door all the way open admiring your husband and how attractive he looked, focused on his task before knocking as lightly as you could with the food in your hand."Chris" you called softly and he looked up at the sound of your voice, a warm smile on his face at the sight of you. "Oh honey, you made me breakfast," he said, reaching for you as you walked to him, you nodded. "I wasn't sure if you'd want to come down so I made it and brought it to you" you say as you sit it down. "and you made hot chocolate!" He beamed, causing you to giggle while nodding. Chris had always been so adorable to you, he had a child like nature to him at times that never failed to melt your heart.

"You're the best. I wouldn't know what to do without you angel" he said, pulling you in his lap as he pressed kisses to your entire face, his beard tickling your skin making your nose scrunch up. He pulled back, blue ocean eyes looking at you with adoration and love. You smile at him, the look reminding you of the first time you saw him. He looked at you like you held the stars and the moon in your grasp. "I love you" he said in a haze, taking in your beauty like a fine art piece as his eyes searched your face. Your eyelashes flutter as the familiar butterflies and heart ache feeling fills you. You kiss him gently as you cup his face letting your eyes shut, his lips move with yours passionately. "I love you more" you say, pulling back.

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In Living Color

Chapter 22 - Part Two

Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Pixar Animator OFC Natalie Marton

Word Count: 3,962

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

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Warnings: None.

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April 2022

“Hi Nattie.”

Nat felt as though her stomach was in her throat and she could do nothing more than stare at Chris – her ex-boyfriend – in disbelief. Her phone sat abandoned and ignored in her hand as it buzzed with a notification, watching the man who was no longer hers stand in the opening of the elevator, his hand holding the doors open as his ball cap sat low over his face.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to find something to say to him, hesitating for several moments as her brows furrowed even deeper and she pushed her curls back behind her ear nervously. Nat swore then that her eyes were somehow tricking her. There was no way that he actually was standing there, holding the elevator doors open in the lobby of that San Francisco hotel. So many questions started swirling in her mind, not knowing how or why he was here, let alone how he even knew where she was. But even in that moment of pure shock and plain confusion, there was a piece of her heart that knew this felt right, that somehow knew that there was something still holding them together.

“C-Chris?” She finally asked shakily, pausing to clear her throat and hopefully calm down a bit. She slipped her phone into the pocket of her leggings, then crossed her arms over her chest as she curiously asked, “What are you doing here?”

“...I wanted to talk to you,” he whispered, glancing over his shoulder quickly as a couple entered an elevator on the opposite side of the room. He turned back to look at Nat, raising a single eyebrow and added, “If that’s okay with you.”

“I’m just um, I can’t believe you’re here,” she admitted, blinking her eyes rapidly as she shook her head. She reached up absentmindedly, adjusting the strap of her purse before she paused and asked, “How did you know I was here?”

A slight grimace appeared on Chris’ face as he shook his head, glancing down at the beat-up sneakers on his feet. “Jamie told me,” he informed her quietly. He paused as the elevator behind them beeped and someone exited it, leaving the room without a second glance to them. Once they were alone again, he explained, “After I went to your apartment and you weren’t there, I asked him if he knew where you were.”

Nat’s brows furrowed deeply at those words, surprised at the admission. “You went to LA first?” She asked him in disbelief.

“Yeah, um, Nat, can we talk? Maybe somewhere more private?” He asked, a tight expression on his face as the sound of a large group approached from the lobby. But then he paused, staring at the mirrored wall of the elevator before he clarified, “...Do you want to talk?”

She hesitated, still reeling from the sudden change in events before she nodded and stepped to the side, telling him, “We can go up to my room.” Her hand hovered over the button for her floor as he removed his hand from the opening and stepped into the small elevator car.

It felt so weird to have him step into that elevator, leaving space between them while an uncomfortable silence settled over the space. She didn’t have a clue what to say or even how to feel in the moment. As her brain slipped back into memories of the previous weekend, Nat felt a pang in her heart as she thought of all those harsh words and the pain that it had caused. Tears prickled at her eyes as she remembered Chris saying he felt as if he didn’t know her and how easily he had wanted to draw boundaries on what she should be doing in life while he did exactly what he wanted.

She hadn’t thought their relationship was like that, and wanted to believe that it wasn’t and was just a massive misunderstanding. But when he slammed that door of her apartment, leaving her alone and in silence, she hadn’t thought even then that her phone would go quiet without a single text or call from him which only solidified that it wasn’t a misunderstanding. That was it. They were over almost as quickly as they had started.

Nat felt like her heart had completely broken in two. She had never felt love like she had with him, feeling fully known, fully celebrated, fully challenged, and fully loved by him in every way but having him leave so easily and holding her job decision over their relationship had caused her trust to be shaken. Nat had spent the last week feeling like this whole relationship truly had been too good to be true. At the end of the day he didn’t want her more than anything. He wanted her only as long as it worked for him.

The problem was that she still loved him. She still wholeheartedly loved him and didn’t know how she’d get that to stop. Nat was a headstrong person and wasn’t afraid to work hard, but the emotions that she felt so deeply and clearly made it so hard. She had thought this time was different. This time was going to be forever. But all of that had come crashing down with one simple argument.

But now she wasn’t so sure.

Seeing him taking her by surprise, standing here while asking her to talk gave her hope. It made her think that maybe he was feeling the same way she was. Maybe he wasn’t willing to give up as easily as he had seemed to. Nat had so many moments this last week that she had picked up her phone, staring at his contact as she thought about just clicking ‘Call’, but each time, that hurt and fear seemed to creep back up and resulted in her clicking her phone off. It seemed so hopeless and as if there wasn’t a point, but seeing Chris who had flown across the country – and evidently, the state too – just to talk to her made her realize that it wasn’t as hopeless as it had seemed even just a half an hour earlier. She’d been struggling to reconcile what their reality had quickly become, but now, face-to-face with the man who had admittedly hurt her so so badly, she felt her arguments and defenses weaken.

She got pulled back to reality when the elevator dinged and the doors opened. Nat tucked her curls behind an ear as she stepped out into the hallway and saw Chris out of the corner of her eye lift his hand, instinctively reaching out to rest his hand on her back as he followed behind her, just as he’d done so many times before, but then saw him drop it just as quickly when the reality of the situation dawned on him. Just that one simple action was enough to make her want to cry, hating the chasm that seemed to be between them.

They were never like this before, having been drawn to each other since the very first day they met, over a year ago. Even though their relationship hadn’t started until the previous May, he’d quickly become her closest companion before then. They were always affectionate, nearly always touching when they were around one another, and to see him hesitate to touch her for the first time ever… it hurt. It hurt almost more than the sound of him slamming her door did the week before.

Right then, Nat knew in her heart that although there were a lot of things that still were left unsaid and needed to be dealt with, she knew that she didn’t want it to be this way. She wanted him. She wanted to be with Chris and she was willing to work through the struggles that came with it because to her, he was worth it. As she pulled out her key to hold it up to the door, she felt emotions weighing down her chest, touched as she thought of him getting on a plane in what had to be the middle of the night to try to track her down. He had gone to so much effort just to talk to her, without any guarantees of a positive outcome, and the realization of that had tears forming in her eyes and she just couldn’t seem to hold back any of her feelings once the door was closed.

Now it was Nat’s turn to surprise Chris as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling her body up against his and pressing her lips against his. It didn’t take him more than a second to react, his hands coming to press against her back, holding her even tighter against him as he kissed her back just as passionately. Nat knew they needed to talk and work through this all, but she just couldn’t have gone one more second without him knowing that his effort to come track her down hadn’t gone unwanted and that through all of this, that she still truly, deeply, loved him. It was still there, she always knew that by how much pain she’d been in for the last week. But to know that what they shared between them was still there, still beating strong in both of them, unaffected by what had been fractured, gave them both something to continue fighting for.

When they couldn’t breathe anymore, they each finally pulled their lips away from one another but their arms stayed holding onto one another. They just stood there for a long moment before he brought a hand up to tuck some of her curls behind her ear, giving him a better view of her face as he looked down at her with so many emotions in his blue eyes.

“I love you, Nattie,” he told her, his voice low and wavering before he took a deep breath, shaking his head in frustration then admitting, “I was so stupid. So fucking stupid and I’m so sorry.”

The tears that had been threatening to fall since the second they saw each other finally spilled down her cheeks openly as her body shook with the weight of the words. He pulled her closer to him, his arms wrapped around her and holding Nat up as she buried her face in his chest. She let the emotions finally leave her system as he pressed kisses to her hair, quietly holding her until she finally took a deeper breath, gathering herself as she moved her face away from his now tear-stained tee shirt.

“I love you too,” Nat’s voice cracked as tears still cascaded down her cheeks while looking up into his arched eyes as she honestly spoke, “I’m sorry too Chris, I overreacted and I’m sorry and I just…I really really love you.”

When her words dissolved into more tears, Chris just pulled her right back against him, her head laying against his chest while he rubbed her back and comforted her with, “Shhh, it’s okay. Everything is going to be okay, baby.”

She felt his hand moving up and down over her back, the action soothing her as he tucked her head under his chin. Her ear was pressed against his chest, next to the spot where she knew his tattoo for Dodger was, but as she nearly clung to him, she recognized the sound of Chris’ heart racing below her ear. The rapid thumping of his heart echoing in her ear reminded her that it wasn’t just herself that was relieved, put back together from being broken. It was about the two of them coming back together as one whole unit instead of two fractured halves, something she hadn’t thought was possible before stepping onto that elevator today.

Breaking the silence, she felt his low voice rumble in his chest as Chris spoke, “I know there’s a lot we need to talk about, but I just want you to know that I adore you Nattie. I was such a fucking idiot and I’m so sorry. I’m just so sorry and I love you so much.”

“I just can’t believe you’re here,” Nat shook her head while she ran a hand over his chest that was covered in a soft tee shirt, almost wanting to remind herself that he truly was here. She brought her eyes up to meet his, still in disbelief as she asked, “You really flew all over just to find me?”

“If I wasn’t so stupid I would have done it a helluva lot sooner,” he admitted, his voice low and slightly amused as he chuckled to himself with a shake of his head.

“I still can’t believe you came here for me,” she whispered. She’d never be able to reconcile that – that he believed so strongly in even trying to fix this mess that he’d fly all over just to try to find her, with absolutely no idea if it’d even work.

But here they were. And she was so so so glad he tried.

“I love you Nat, and I just couldn’t give up on us,” he whispered to her, a soft smile on his bearded face as he stared down into her eyes.

She was completely out of words, unsure how to even say how she was feeling and instead just pulled herself back against his chest, hugging him tightly. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head as he held her right back just as securely, both feeling like everything was finally going to be alright.

They shared another long kiss, relishing once again in the feeling of being back in each other’s arms before they made their way over to the small couch, Nat leading Chris as she held his hand. She paused right as they came to a stop in front of the couch, dropping his hand to unceremoniously move the various clothes and her bag that she’d shoved onto the couch the night before, only so she could sleep in the messy bed behind them. Once the couch was clear of her things, she curled up next to him, bending her legs to let them rest in his lap, his hand dropping to rub along her thigh as they relaxed in one another’s presence.

“How’s Dodge?”

“Did you really just ask how Dodger was?” Chris asked, his nose scrunching as he laughed in disbelief. His voice was light and amused as he pointed out, “I flew across the country and the first real question you’re going to ask me is about Dodger?”

She simply shrugged her shoulders, a smile spreading across her lips as his hand kept moving over her legs absentmindedly. “Well he’s clearly the best part of being close to you,” she joked.

His voice was low as he pulled her impossibly closer to him with the arm that rested over her shoulders, admitting more to himself than to her, “God, I fuckin’ missed you Nattie.”

Reaching out to rest her hand on his chest, fingers brushing against his necklace as she admitted, “I was so afraid I’d never see you again.”

“I felt that too which is why I just couldn’t stand it anymore,” Chris spoke truthfully, fingers curling and uncurling against her leg, just happy to feel her underneath his touch once again.

There still was an elephant in the room though, one that couldn’t and shouldn’t be avoided and they both knew it. Although they both would have loved to just stay in that happy and relieved moment, Nat spoke what they both knew to be true and said, “I think you are right though, I think we need to talk about…everything.”

“Do you want to talk now or do you want to go get something to eat first or just have a break for a while?” He asked her, his voice small as his fingers tapped on her leg softly.

She pursed her lips as she thought. She was hungry, that was undeniable, and her goal earlier had been to go find some food before she ran into Chris. But putting off this conversation would do them no good, especially if she knew Chris was only a few floors away, pacing in his own room before they talked it out fully. “I think I’d rather talk now,” she began slowly, pausing to sigh as she shook her head and confessed, “I just don’t even know where we went wrong, Chris. I feel like everything just blew up suddenly.”

He took a deep, steadying breath, his nostrils flaring slightly as he nodded his head. “It did, but I think where we both went wrong was walking away instead of just tabling things until we were more clear headed,” he pointed out.

“I know you’re right,” she agreed with a whisper. It was easy now to point out the faults in everything, seeing things clearly once the dust had settled. But they had to do some work before things got to an okay place. As his hand sat on her shin, she pushed the rising anxiety back down inside her and mustered up the courage to tell him, “I know I overreacted and I’m sorry for that. I know I can get all spun up and too emotional about things but I just felt really… alone. I felt like you weren’t listening to me at all.”

A small sigh escaped Chris at those words, and she knew that seeing the other’s view for the first time wouldn’t be easy for either of them, but it was certainly necessary. “Nattie, I want you to know that I really was trying to look out for you. I really was just trying to make sure you were doing what you want, but when you told me that you wanted to do it, I should have supported you and I didn't. And I'm sorry for that.” He simply apologized, his thumb moving in a small path over her leg as he spoke.

“I know you were Chris and I’m sorry I didn’t really give you any room to voice your concerns. If I ask for your opinion, I need to be ready to listen and I wasn’t,” she apologized. She recognized her own faults in the argument, she had since the second he stepped out of that apartment in a fury. But the fault laid on both of them, and she needed him to admit that.

He nodded slowly, fingers tapping an anxious pattern on her leg as he said, “I just didn't think that this job was something that you wanted to do and I think it surprised me and I didn’t really understand why… although I still don’t.”

Nat nodded, knowing she hadn’t been able to give him the full reasoning behind this move. She ignored the way her heart was racing with adrenaline, anxiety, and nerves, and instead explained, “I really thought that this job would be the answer to so many things. I thought it would give me better hours for us to be together, I’d have more flexibility to go home and see my family, and I’d be putting so many years of hard work to use and having a great career in art.”

Judging by the tender look that had crossed his face, she knew that the vulnerability in her voice must have been evident and he shook his head softly for a moment before his eyes came to look right into hers, “I’m sorry that I didn’t support you and I promise that I’m completely on board for what you want, Nat.”

“It’s not an excuse but I think I’m just a little extra sensitive because of Shane. He expected me to just drop my career for him and I was feeling like you were willing to go film and sign onto new projects but didn’t want me to keep moving up,” she tried to explain. Nat wanted him to see how what he had been asking her to do was something he wasn’t doing himself. “It wasn’t fair to project that onto you though. I let my emotions rule me rather than relying on what I knew was true about our relationship.”

“I’m not going to lie Nat, that really did hurt me that you felt like I was just trying to control you and not that I had your best interests at heart,” Chris’ voice was soft, his hand lifting up in the air as he thought of what he was trying to say before it fell back down to rest on her knee, “I want you to be able to trust me.”

“I do, Chris, and I’m sorry. I really am,” she honestly apologized, dipping her head to the side to catch his eye. “I think what wasn’t okay was that you wanted everything to revolve around your schedule and not taking mine into account. You signed onto new projects and wanted me to come see you but then complained when I’d have to work longer because of taking time off to see you.”

There was something in his voice that was almost unrecognizable that she didn’t understand was fear until he told her, “I was just worried about you working so hard.”

“Something to keep in mind though is that you have an irregular job,” Nat wanted to be sensitive to his feelings but also wanted him to be able to recognize how wildly different his life was from most peoples. “You work hard, but you don’t go to work every day and never have and most of the people you’ve dated had a similar schedule. I think some of it you just don’t realize what having a more regular career is like.”

He blinked a few times as he stared at Nat, a perturbed look settling over him as he admitted, “I guess I hadn’t thought of that.”

“I feel like you were only looking at it through your point of view,” Nat pointed out to Chris, starting to touch on the root of the issue on his end.

“Nattie, I really wasn’t trying to be selfish. I just didn’t think that this job was a good fit for you,” he still wasn’t changing his mind on his reasoning but went on to explain, “But what I realized is I don’t think we have to agree. I care more about us being together than all the other shit.”

“I feel that way too,” Nat couldn’t help but reach out to rest her hand on his bearded cheek, her thumb stroking softly as she told him, “I love you so much.”

At first Chris didn’t verbally respond, but the tenderness in his blue eyes said everything he needed to. His hands came to rest along the sides of her waist, leaning in slowly, his lips brushing against hers before he whispered, “I love you,” before crashing their lips together.

Nat melted into the kiss, moving to lay back against the couch as Chris followed her down and kept kissing her and moving against her until they both were seeing stars. She realized just how true Chris’ words were, how they truly didn’t need to agree or always see eye to eye, but what they did need was to be together.

Everything felt like a blissful blur as they peeled each other out of their clothes and let their hands start to explore warm skin and hear soft sighs. Nat swore it didn’t even matter what he was doing, but just feeling him again was pure heaven as she was reminded that they belonged to one another. They needed one another more than they even knew and Nat knew now, in her heart, that they’d always have each other, no matter what.

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 7 months

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don't smile

kinktober, day two

a/n: okay but sometimes a handful of photos just come together as if they were made for each other.... like, damn....

warnings: steve rogers x reader, smut, established relationship, size kink, blowjob, throat fucking, aftercare

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Thick thighs firmly planted on either side of your chest, hovering above you, Steve’s staggering girth stretched out your lips as he fed you more and more of his length, fucking your throat like a toy till eventually, with a beautifully strained curse, the movements of his hip slackened as his load shot down your gullet.

Grip digging into the headboard, Steve gently reeled back, sliding his twitching cock out of your mouth.

When a blissful smile spread across your features, so came a light groan, “ah man,” swiftly moving your chin gently from side to side as you caught your breath, “my jaw,” the soreness now becoming prevalent from how you’d had to nearly unhinge it, almost snake-like, in order to accommodate your love.

Scooting further down your body, Steve’s hand found the side of your face, lying there on the pillow, “don’t smile, sweetheart,” his fingertips gently circled over the tender muscles, “relax.”

Grin only growing wide, you then giggled dotingly, “you can’t tell me not to smile, mister,” your own fingers fluttering over his as you gazed lovingly up into his warm eyes.

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A Walk Through the Woods

Title: A Walk Through the Woods

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: Your family goes on a fall vacation every year up to the family cabin. This year though, your parents invite a family friend.

Bingo Selections: Hiking in the woods, family friend, & secret relationship

A/N: This is my second bingo entry for the bingo event hosted by @the-slumberparty! My bingo selections are listed above and I hope you enjoy the story that I’ve written! Also, nothing is beta read, all mistakes are my own, I do not claim to be a professional writer. Also the gold glitter divider was by @firefly-graphics.

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI! Things to look out for would be: slow burn; fluff; angst; there is a bit of age gap (reader is 25 & Steve is in his mid-thirties); secret relationship; and I think that is everything you should look for in this little piece. I’m also gonna add Steve Rogers as a warning, because he is one. I apologize if I missed anything but you are responsible for what you read.

Wordcount: 3,422

You had just walked into the house and you could smell the delicious food your mom was cooking. You took in a deep breath and let out a sigh of content before you went to greet her. As you walked towards the kitchen, your stomach started to growl.

“Hey mom, what is all of this?” You paused to look around and noticed the ingredients. “Is Steve coming for dinner?”

“What makes you ask that sweetheart?” Your mom asked as she continued to cook.

You glanced around once more as you spoke. “Well, we have potatoes and carrots and I can only assume that that’s a roast you’re prepping. All of this points to Steve’s favorite meal.”

Your mom chuckled in response. “Oh sweetheart, the way you keep track of what Steve likes and doesn’t like, makes me think someone has a crush.”

It was more than a crush though. She just didn’t know it yet.

“What, no. I mean, he’s been a family friend for years and I just picked up on a few things.” You tried to reason with your mother and do your best to act nonchalantly about the accusation.

But truthfully, you wanted to tell her that you and Steve had been seeing each other for a few weeks now. However, something was telling you not to, so you kept your mouth shut.

“Hmm, hmm. Well, dinner will be ready in a few hours and your father and Steve should be back here soon. So, go freshen up for dinner.” Your mother spoke up, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Yeah, right. Don’t wanna smell like chlorine the rest of the night.”

You then went upstairs to freshen up before dinner, making sure to rid yourself of any chlorine smell. You loved your job at the community center and loved working with the kids at the pool, but you hated the fact that by the end of the day, you were wreaking of chlorine. One day, Steve came to visit you during your lunch hour and you couldn’t help but feel a bit self-conscious about how you smelled. He was sweet about it though and told you that it didn’t matter to him because he thought that your work was amazing. As you stood there looking at the two outfits you had picked out, the sound of Steve’s voice coming from downstairs quickly made you decide and you blindly grabbed an outfit. You quickly blow dried your hair a little bit, just enough so that it wasn’t still soaking wet and spritzed on Steve’s favorite scent. You double checked your outfit before tossing on a cardigan and headed downstairs. When you got to the bottom of the stairs, you took a deep breath to calm yourself before heading to the kitchen. You couldn’t help but smile though when you saw Steve leaning against the counter top.

“Ah! There’s my darling daughter!” Your father greeted you with a huge smile.

“Hey dad.” You greeted him back before you walked over and gave him a hug.

“Look who’s here! Steve the great!” Your father pointed out the obvious.

Little did your father know, you had already checked Steve out and undressed him with your eyes when you walked into the kitchen. But your father didn’t need to know that. A laugh slipped out as you watched Steve roll his eyes.

“I wish you wouldn’t call me that.” Steve grumbled, but his demeanor quickly changed as he turned his attention towards you. “What, I don’t get a hug or anything, Sunflower?”

Ah, there it is. The cute nickname Steve had bestowed upon you shortly before the two of you started dating. You could feel your cheeks starting to heat up at him calling you that. Thankfully, your father had turned his attention to your mother who was still cooking. You took this opportunity to hug Steve a little longer than usual.

“I missed you today.” You mumbled into his chest but you know that he heard you.

His chest rumbled slightly as he spoke quietly. “I missed you too, Sunflower.”

You didn’t want this small moment to end but you knew it had too, especially when your father spoke up again.

“So, Steve, how about a couple of cigars out in the garage?”

You were already by the fridge and pulling a soda out when your father had turned around. The sound of disapproval from your mother caused you to snicker a little bit. You glanced over Steve as you opened your can of soda and took a drink from it, giving him a small wink in the process.

“Maybe a beer instead?” Steve suggested as he turned his attention back to your father.

When dinner was done and everyone was sitting at the dinner table, your father said grace before you started eating. Dinner was filled with various topics of conversation; from an upcoming business trip your father was going on, to the progress of Steve’s house that he’d been remodeling and lastly to the fall family trip.

“So, Steve, what are you doing next weekend?” Your father inquired as he took a bite of food.

You watched as Steve wiped his mouth before he answered. “Well, I was gonna try and get some work done on the house. Why, what’s up?”

“Well, next weekend is when we normally take our fall family trip and we’d like you to come! You can even bring someone if you’d like.” Your father said as he finished chewing his food.

You couldn’t help but choke on the water you had just drank at the offer your father made. A coughing fit ensued as the water went down wrong.

“Oh my god, honey, are you okay?” Your mother inquired as she reached over and gently placed a hand on your arm.

“Sunflower, you alright?” Steve asked and you could see the concern in his eyes.

Once you recovered from your coughing fit, you were finally able to speak up. “Y-yeah, sorry, just went down the wrong tube I guess.”

You gave everyone a reassuring smile and hoped that Steve would decline the offer about bringing someone next weekend. It was like Steve could sense what you were thinking because his words instantly calmed you.

“I probably won’t bring anyone but I would love to come.” Steve then gave you the quickest wink and if you had not been paying attention, you probably would’ve missed it.

“Perfect! It’s really just a perfect place to unwind and escape all of the hectic day-to-day stuff. You’ll love it.” Your father then carried on and on about the cabin and how he came to own it.

You let out a small huff, having heard the story a million times and you’re pretty sure Steve has too. You made sure neither of your parents were paying attention to you before you mouthed an ‘I’m sorry’ to Steve.

As the evening came to an end, your parents were already upstairs getting ready for bed. You didn’t mind though because it gave you a moment alone with Steve as you greeted each other good night. He had his hands on your waist as you rubbed his chest. You both kept your voices low as you talked.

“You know, I’m looking forward to next weekend, Sunflower.” Steve pressed a quick peck to your forehead.

You closed your eyes as he did so, enjoying the feeling of his lips on your skin. “I’ll have to show you all of my favorite spots.”

You looked up at Steve right as he was staring down at you, butterflies instantly formed in your stomach with the way he was looking at you.

“I look forward to it, Sunflower.” Steve then pressed his lips to your cheek before he leaned down and whispered in your ear. “Another thing before I leave, you’re the only person that I have eyes for.”

Before you could reply, his lips were on your and you instantly reciprocated. However, the kiss was over way too soon and a pout formed on your face as Steve stood up straight. A chuckle came from Steve as he saw the look on your face.

“Don’t give me that face, Sunflower. I’m sure we’ll have plenty of chances to be alone next weekend. Who knows, maybe we can go on a hike through the woods.” Steve suggested as a mischievous smile formed on his perfect lips.

Oh, you knew right then and there that he had something planned up his sleeve.

“Hmm, I think I might be able to get behind that idea.” Your smirk matched his, two could play this game.

“Good.” Steve then leaned down and gave you another kiss. “I should probably get going, my sweet Sunflower.”

“I wish you didn’t have to.” You knew you were whining but you didn’t care.

“I know. I promise one day we’ll both be coming home to each other.” Steve knew exactly what to say to make you swoon for him.

“I’m gonna hold you to that.” You smiled up at him before you gave him another kiss.

The week flew by with constant texting and a few phone calls between you and Steve. You even managed to sneak in a few secret dates before the cabin trip. Friday morning rolled around and as you were handing your suitcase to your father, Steve pulled up in front of the house in his truck. You tried to suppress the smile that was trying to work its way onto your lips but failed miserably. Especially when Steve walked up the drive and stood next to you. His cologne wafted up your nostrils, his usual scent of sandalwood, oak moss, and with a very subtle hint of orange citrus.

“Steve the Great is here!” Your father exclaimed with a huge smile.

“Need any help with anything?” Steve offered as your father put your suitcase in the back of the SUV.

“Nah, we’re almost done. The missus is finishing up inside and then we’ll be on the road!” Your father informed as he turned to face you and Steve.

“Sounds good. How far is the cabin?” Steve asked as he glanced between you and your father.

“About four hours.” You said, finally finding your words. It was crazy how Steve still made you speechless sometimes.

Steve nodded his head and just then your mother walked out of the house with the rest of the camping necessities. You watched as she handed everything to your father, she then greeted Steve with a hug. As you watched the interaction, a small smile curled up onto your lips. You only hoped that your parents still liked Steve whenever the two of you decided to tell them about your relationship. You could only hope.

“So, Steve, you gonna follow us then?” Your father inquired as he closed the hatch door.

“Yeah, sounds good.” Steve nodded before he started to head back towards his truck.

“Hey, is it alright if I ride with Steve? I can give him directions if we get separated.” You hoped you didn’t sound too eager.

Your parents shared a look before your father spoke up. “Yeah, I don’t see why not, you know your way to the cabin pretty well. Heck, I think you know it better than I do.”

You and your mother exchanged a brief hug before you picked up your small backpack and headed towards the truck with Steve. Like the gentleman he was, Steve opened the passenger door for you and you climbed into the truck. You waited for Steve as he walked around the front of his truck and got in on the driver side. You watched as he started up the truck and waited for your parents to lead the way.

“That was very clever, Sunflower.” Steve said with a smirk before he reached a hand over and placed it on your knee.

You couldn’t help but smile. “Well, I had to do something to get us some kind of alone time.”

The drive to the cabin is filled with talking, mainly you telling Steve what to expect. He would assure you that it all sounded good to him and that he was just happy to spend time with you. The drive also consisted of you showing Steve some of your favorite music and when he didn’t like a certain song, he would scrunch up his nose and shake his head. Whenever he did that, it caused you to laugh for a little bit before you would change the song. The drive was also filled with a few stolen kisses, especially if there was a couple of cars in between Steve’s truck and your parents car. You loved every minute of the time that you and Steve had in his truck.

When you finally got to the cabin, it felt good to get out and stretch your legs. With everyone helping to get everything unloaded, it didn’t take long before your father and Steve were firing up the grill to cook some brats and veggies. You were helping your mother in the kitchen and you thought how perfect this all was, which caused you to smile. You thought that maybe if this weekend went well, you and Steve could discuss coming clean to your parents. You honestly weren’t sure how they were going to react. Sure, they liked Steve now but all of that could change when you decided to tell them. They definitely would not like the fact that Steve is in his mid-thirties and you had just turned twenty-five. You let out a small sigh as you hoped everything would work out in the end. You’re pulled out of your thoughts when your mother speaks up.

“Honey, you alright?”

You glanced over at her as she was making a potato salad. “Yeah, just tired I suppose.”

“Well, why don’t you take your things up to your room and unpack, relax a little bit. I can call you when dinner is about ready.”

“Yeah, sure. I guess I can do that.” You answered, giving her a small smile.

You didn’t need any more than that before you were collecting your things to take upstairs. As you unpacked, you could hear your father and Steve talking outside about something. You stopped what you were doing and went over to the window, glancing down at the patio below. You gave up when you couldn’t exactly hear what they were saying and you didn’t want to get caught by opening the window. Your curiosity was eating at you though, maybe Steve will tell you later.

The first night at the cabin is usually pretty relaxing, filled with a good meal and boardgames, then your parents retire early. This trip was no different. So, when your parents went to bed, you and Steve stayed up for a little bit longer. The second day is usually filled with a long hike through the woods but when your mother got sick, your father encouraged both you and Steve to still go on the hike. So, you gladly agreed and grabbed the small picnic basket that you had put together.

“Make sure to show Steve all of the best spots!” Your father suggested as he prepared a small tray to take up to your mother.

“Of course! I wouldn’t dream otherwise.” You then turned to Steve, a smile plastered across your face. “Steve, are you ready?”

“Ready when you are, Sunflower.” Steve smiled back at you and he gave you a quick wink.

You took Steve on one of your favorite trails, hoping he would like it just as much. As soon as you were out of eyesight of the cabin, Steve wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close to him. A feeling of content washed over you as you and Steve continued your walk through the woods. You were glad that the weather was perfect so that you could enjoy it even more. Every so often, you and Steve would stop and you would find yourself pressed against the trunk of a tree as the two of you kissed. You loved every minute that his lips were on yours and craved for more each time the two of you would stop. After a while, you checked your watch and saw that it was nearly twelve-thirty. You stopped to search for a nice spot to have a picnic and eat.

“Everything alright, Sunflower?” Steve asked as he watched you.

“Well, I don’t know about you but all of this hiking has given me quite the appetite. I was just looking for a good spot to set up this picnic.” You answered before spotting the perfect spot.

The two of you sat and ate the food that you had prepared, you and Steve were sprawled out on the blanket that you had somehow managed to fit into the basket. You loved that even though you had known Steve for quite a few years, that you were still able to learn new things about him and vice versa. The two of you sat and talked for a while but you didn’t care, you were with Steve. Once you were finished eating, you and Steve decided to keep walking for a little bit more. You made sure to point out and show him some of your favorite spots. The final spot you decided to show Steve was a spot that overlooked a lake. To you, you thought it was peaceful and came here quite often when you came to the cabin.

You glanced over at Steve as he took in a deep breath and then exhaled it. He looked just as peaceful as the scene in front of you.

“I can see why you come here a lot, this spot is perfect.” Steve said before he turned his attention to you. A smile spread across his face. “But nothing is as beautiful as you Sunflower.”

The next thing you knew, Steve was pulling you towards him with his hands on your waist. A small gasp escaped you as he did this and you could feel the butterflies starting to form. You found yourself wrapping your arms around Steve’s neck as he leaned down. Your fingers curled into the hair at the nape of his neck as your faces became close and were mere inches apart, you could feel your heart racing. Sure, you and Steve had kissed before but something felt different about this one. You were at one of your favorite spots with someone you cared so much about, Steve Rogers. You felt like if you kissed him right now that your fate would be sealed. So, without a second thought, you met Steve the rest of the way and pressed your lips against his. It felt like all time had stopped as the two of you remained in a passionate kiss, like nothing else mattered.

When the two of you decided to pull apart, your eyes remained closed as you took a moment to remember every little detail. Steve couldn’t help but smile as he looked down at you, he too felt the same things. All of the sudden, his hand had a mind of its own and it was reaching up to caress your cheek. You found yourself leaning into his touch and that’s when you decided to open your eyes. The two of you gazed into each other’s eyes and you felt your cheeks starting to heat up with how Steve was looking at you.

“Do you think we should head back, Sunflower?” Steve asked as he continued to caress your cheek.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. It is kinda late and we have quite the hike back.” You didn’t want to agree but you had a feeling that if you were out too much longer that your parents might start to get suspicious. And you couldn’t have that now.

On the way back to the cabin, you and Steve held hands and talked about making a few plans while here at the cabin. When you got closer to the cabin, the two of you separated and you unwillingly let go of his hand. As you walked up the cabin steps, you thought about how this has been your favorite cabin trip by far. Not just that but now you had a favorite hiking memory and it was all thanks to Steve. You couldn’t help but wonder what the future held for the two of you as you walked inside of the cabin with Steve following in behind you.

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Moonlight and soft touches

Chris Evans x reader

Not my gif, creds to the maker!

Summary: When the heat gets too much and you weren’t able to sleep, you and Chris decided to go on a little adventure in the middle of the night and have a midnight swim to cool off. But you’ve never expected it to be this intimate.

Warnings: age-gap but appropriate, mention of chronic nightmares, quick mention of daddy issues, SOFTCHRIS, self-conscious and insecurity, SMUT, soft smut tho, a LOT of sexual tension! Sensual sex, neediness, public sex ( but nobody is around), sex in the water, P in V, fingering, no condom (zon’t zo it.) creampies, cum eating, eating you out, blowjob, deepthroat, doggystyle, very intimate and soft sex. It’s very sensual and romantic. Praise kink and probably more stuff but nothing too shocking

Words: 6K

A/N: Whoeh i'm feeling soft today💗💜🥵

Moonlight and soft touches

It was a extreme hot day and now night. Chris had stayed with you for a couple of days now, he was very good friends with your uncle and your uncle was his bodyguard. Normally he would stay at your uncles house but he had to get things done for his home so they both stayed for a while with you. Well, your uncle just left for the airport and would be gone for a couple of days.

Anyway, you were extremely shy around Chris and what seemed like every time, just flabbergasted. You lived alone in your mothers house, since she moved in with her boyfriend so that’s why your uncle came up to you and let’s be honest, some help for the house financially wasn’t very unwanted.

You were so tired but the heat in your room was just unbearable. You already had the fan at its highest but to no avail. You turned around once again, unable to lay still. Somehow, magically you finally fell asleep but in some sort of wake/nightmare state. It was very confusing but you weren’t sleeping very deep but still had a nightmare. You shot up straight in bed, now completely soaked in sweat and your heart pounding against your chest. You rubbed your face from the sweat and your pillow was damp. You looked at your phone and you hadn’t even been sleeping for an hour.

With a groan you let your head fall back into the warm pillow and stared at the ceiling, trying to regain your breath before getting out of bed, knowing that sleeping in your room wasn’t happening tonight. You walked down in your bikers shorts and a crop top, hearing voices from the tv. You took a glance towards your couch and your eyes were met with those of Chris while you got a glass out of your cabinets. “Hey” he said softly, apparently also unable to sleep.

“Hey” you told him back with a soft smile. You got some lemonade and walked towards the couch before letting yourself fall on it, Chris eyes still on you. “Can’t sleep either?” he asked you before looking lazily back at the tv. “No, or well, I was for over an hour but had a nightmare.” You told him and he looked back at you sympathetically. Every time he had asked you how you’ve slept you would answer with nightmares. “You have them a lot?” he asked you curious now.

“Eh yeah…. Since over a year I have them nonstop. Chronic nightmares, the doctor calls them. It’s really annoying.” You chuckled the last part a little awkwardly. “I can imagine.” He still looked at you surprised. “What about you?” you asked him and looked at him but quickly became shy again so looked away. “The heat.” He told you and chuckled, making you chuckle as well. “Yeah… it’s really bad.” Chris nodded.

You both got your attention towards the tv and there was something trashy on tv, probably ex on the beach or something and you looked surprised at Chris “Before you’re gonna say something, there wasn’t really anything else on tv.” He told you and you chuckled in response. You slouched more into the cushions, hoping that a bit of wind from the garden would come your way. Chris looked at you and checked you out. Once you noticed, you grew shy and flustered again. Chris noticed that you saw him checking you out and gave you a polite smile, trying to correct himself and you shot him a polite, shy smile back.

Both sweating your asses off and watching some tv wasn’t really working for your sleep. You were so incredibly tired but unable to get some rest and sleep and it was frustrating you to no end. You huffed and puffed trying, hoping to speed the process of falling asleep. Chris noticed your irritation of not getting any sleep which he gave hope up a couple of hours ago. “you okay?” he asked you, earning another huff from you. “I’m just so frustrated that I can’t get any fucking sleep right now even though I’m fucking exhausted” you couldn’t help but curse from absolute frustration and anger. Chris looked sympathetically at you and tried to give you a soft smile while you rubbed your temples in, once again, frustration.

“I could really go for a swim right now….” you told him nonchalant. Chris nodded and looked at the tv but wasn’t really watching the show. He was deep in thoughts before speaking up. “You’ve told me about that lake, where you and your friends go to in the summer…. Is that far from here?” he asked you. You looked with a wondering look at him. “No not really but you do have to go by car.” You told him and he nodded. “Okay…. Well I mean, I can drive. Do you want to go? Because honestly, I could go for a swim as well…” he told you with a smile, up for adventure and the impulsive thought did bring some excitement in your stomach.

I mean, going on a late night swim with The Chris Evans, where you can see his bare body in real life, showing his tatts while the full moon kissed his perfect skin and the intimate idea of only the two of you….. “Yeah, I’m in!” you told him. You and Chris stood up at the same time to get changed, gather your stuff, some drinks, snacks and put them in a cooler before putting everything in the jeep.

“You ready sweetheart?” Chris asked you and it was the first time that he gave you a nickname. You felt your heart flutter and nodded, completely full of excitement from this late night adventure, giving you the complete feeling of a summer vacation and not needed to do a thing. You happily got in the car and Chris immediately noticed the change in your mood and chuckled. “So I guess this is a good idea huh?” he told you more than asked. “Yeah, definitely.” You giggled and couldn’t wait to get there.

Chris opened the windows and drove off while listening to some music. You let your hand rest outside the car and you couldn’t feel more free and alive at this point, feeling completely aligned right now. Chris couldn’t stop smiling from your happiness as he let his hand rest on the side of the roof while driving relaxed with one hand on the steering wheel. He hid his fluffy hair underneath a ball cap and his abs showing underneath his t-shirt. You couldn’t help but fall even more in love with the man. You had a crush on him before you even met him and it only got worse when you did meet him, falling completely head over heels for him.

He looked at you with a bright smile, meeting your energy and you felt so many butterflies that you didn’t even knew it was possible and the excitement of it helping with that. You gave him directions while you both started to sing along to a song that came up. It was David Bowie with Heroes and you were a big fan of Bowie. “Didn’t expect you to know this song.” Chris chuckled out while you looked at him shocked. “Are you kidding me? I love Bowie! Besides old music has a special place in my heart.” You told him and turned the radio up, your hand making waves out of the window from the car. The wind blowing through your hair. You let your head rest on your arms that rested besides the window so you got some more wind in your face.

When you finally arrived, Chris got the stuff and you pointed out a spot where you and your friends always laid. It was your favorite spot for a reason. You and Chris walked over the spot, laying down the big, sort of picnic blanket, towels by your side and got rid of all of your clothes. You always felt very self-conscious about your body, especially with Chris next to you but now you couldn’t care less and wanted to get in the water immediately. You looked over to Chris who got rid of his shirt as well and placed his belongings in the bag. You started to stare and check him out. Once he noticed that you checked him out, you felt shy and a little embarrassed. Chris just had a smug smile on his face. You held your arms automatically a little in front of your body and Chris noticed your discomfort.

“You look absolutely gorgeous. You shouldn’t hide your body. You really look amazing.” Chris told you with a smile and you felt butterflies in your stomach again and the heat going down. Maybe it was the heat getting to you or the fact that you were going for a midnight swim where it was just the two of you, now secluded but you felt horny as hell right now. “Thank you…. shall we?” you pointed shyly at the water and Chris gave you another smile. Oh lord, your daddy issues were kicking up and you could just melt on the spot, already feeling submissive. Maybe it was also the age-gap between the two of you what made it excited for you.

Chris walked a little in front of you but noticed that you hadn’t moved yet and turned around with a smirk “You coming?” he asked you and got you out of your trance. “Yeah, yeah.” You told him quickly and walked besides him. Your feet finally hit the water and it was so refreshing. Chris walked a little further and you followed him slowly. You were so glad that you finally got rid of the sticky, sweaty feeling and got a refreshment of some sort.

You felt so light and good that you took a deep breath and closed your eyes for a second. Of course you didn’t notice Chris staring mesmerized at you while the moon kissed your skin so softly and he couldn’t help but stare at you, this time he was in a trance. Once he snapped out of it, noticing that his swimming shorts getting a little to tight for his liking so he stepped more in the water, hoping that his erection wasn’t too noticeable but of course it was. He was quite build of you know what I mean.

He splashed some water on you, making you gasp from the sudden, unexpected cold hitting your skin. Your eyes flutter open and acted like you were shocked. Chris smirked and walked further in the water, just to be on the safe side with his, still growing bulge. You got more in the water with a smile and Chris couldn’t help but smile mesmerized at you. You noticed the look on his face and felt so flustered and well horny as well. You’ve never thought that a midnight swim could be this intimate and excited, the heat not working in both of your favors as well.

You took a dip and got up, Chris following your every move intently as the tension rose even further. “This is really nice.” You told him and he nodded. “Yeah, this was a good idea.” He told you and there fell a silence. You could hear the music that you had put on. There wasn’t a living soul around and besides there weren’t people living nearby. It was so secluded.

Chris followed you more in the water. “It’s beautiful here. I can see why you like it so much.” He told you, making you smile. “Yeah, it feels really freeing you know.” Chris nodded. He splashed some more water on you with a playful smirk which you returned and splashed water on his as well. His fluffy hair getting just a bit wet and you’ve never wanted to run your hands through his hair this much before. You both got more towards each other and you jumped on his back, earning a heartful laugh of him as he held you on his back. His arms holding you up by your legs and being this close to him for the first time, made your stomach do flips.

Your arms around his shoulders and neck, his hair tickling the side of your face and you let your head rest even more against the side of his face. Chris gently started to swim and wished you couldn’t feel his heart, almost beating out of his chest while you clang to him like a koala. His heart filled itself with so much love, that he was scared it would explode. The tension in the air was almost unbearable and the tightness of his trunks got more and more uncomfortable with the passing second.

You readjusted your head and let it rest on top of his head, feeling his fluffy hair underneath your chin. “Your hair is really soft.” You told him and couldn’t fight the feeling of letting your hands go though it and did so. You felt your heart skip a couple of beats when you let your fingers go through it. Chris closed his eyes and let out a soft shaky breath while he let his head go a little back so you had more excess to his hair. His growing bulge was now aggressively throbbing and he knew he couldn’t contain it anymore. You felt your pussy drip and throb as well, the heat getting almost too much and the tension definitely didn’t go unnoticed by the two of you.

You slipped off of his back and slowly, in trance walked in front of him. He kept looking with adoration in his eyes, following your every movement. Both of you remaining eye contact, completely entranced and indulged with one another. Chris splashed softly some water on you, making you giggle, giving you a loving smile. You had him completely wrapped around your finger and he, you. You splashed some back with a smile and it became a lazy water fight until you, all of a sudden, surprising yourself as well, wrapped your arms around his neck from the side and jumped on him playfully and got to a close proximity.

You both looked shocked into each other’s eyes but that disappeared really quick and both went into a trance. You felt his growing bulge against your leg and you were surprised by it. His arm held you up by your waist. You were both so indulged, forgetting your surroundings. His other arm came up to your waist as well and he pulled you in front of him while you still clang around him, your legs around his waist. You felt his erection against your own heated pussy and you couldn’t help but move a little. Chris tried to suppress a groan but closed his eyes, letting his head fall back. His grip on your hips getting stronger. The tension was now very noticeable for the both of you and getting really unbearable. You both couldn’t fight the feeling anymore, not that you even tried anymore.

You had perfect access to his neck and you couldn’t help but lick it. Your tongue got attached to his neck licking it seductively up to his chin, his stubbles scraping your tongue slightly, earning a very shaky breath from the man before you placed your lips on his neck, sucking it gently. You could hear him moan and felt his cock twitch against your throbbing pussy. Your hand going over his abs and you could feel his heart pounding. Your other arm still around his neck, his hands holding you up and close.

He put his head down and you both stared at each other in complete trance. He softly cupped your cheeks. You were holding yourself up now, clinging to him. You both kept the eye contact going before he pulled you in a heated and desired kiss. It was passionate and you needed each other very fast right now, unable to wait any longer. His tongue slipping in, his hand on the back of your head pulling you closer into the rushed kiss, wanting to explore every part of each other fast and needy. Your hand found his hair and tucked it slightly, earning another groan from him. He slowly walked to the edge of the lake.

His hands now holding you up by your ass and he squeezed it, earning a moan from you this time and you let your head fall back. His mouth now getting attached to your neck, his stubbles tickling your neck, giving it a nice burning sensation. Your hands once again tucking his hair. “I need you.” you whimpered out softly, the neediness glazed over your words and his mouth attacked yours again. “I need you too.” He told you already out of breath from all the pent up energy.

You started to grind against his cock and his chest. Chris moaned out and pushed you softly against the edge, your legs still around him. He put your bikini out of the way and attacked your nipple, in response you already arched your back at the electric feeling. Chris was a dominant man. Everyone could see that and you even noticed in some of his playful flirting towards you but now, he was just as needy for you as you were for him, the need to be close to one another. His lips went from your nipple to your neck again, then to your lips, connecting them again in a hungrily kiss before he peppered the side of your mouth with kisses and your cheek, wanting to kiss every part of your body.

You slid off of him and let your hands roam as well. You slowly went over his abs while he looked at you intently, awaiting your next move. Chris couldn’t wait anymore and attacked your neck, pinning you against the edge and his body. his hands roamed over your neck towards your breast and started to play with your nipples, earning another moan.

Your hands went over his abs towards his cock that was aggressively throbbing against his stomach and swimming trunks. You put your hand in his swimming trunks and your hand found his huge cock immediately. You could hear Chris moan out just by your soft touch in the water. Your thumb went over his tip and he let out another shaky breath. Chris’s hand disappeared in your bikini bottom as well and went over your slit. He could feel how horny you were, his finger already covered by your juices. He groaned at the feeling of his finger being connected into you. You both looked at each other, the neediness and mesmerized visibly in both of your eyes. “I need you in me, I need you closer.” You whimpered out and Chris nodded. He cupped your cheek softly and kissed you. He pulled his swimming trunks more down and put your bottoms to the side of your pussy.

He looked at you, your arms already locked around the back of his neck while you nodded quickly. You felt his cock against your entrance and he carefully pushed forward, looking at every feature on your face for discomfort. You moaned out “It’s okay, keep going Chris.” He nodded and pushed further. Once he was fully in you both moaned at the already somewhat of a release you got from it. Before he moved he looked intently at you again and placed loving kisses on your pillow lips before he started to explore your mouth once again hungerly.

His hips slowly moved forward, immediately hitting your g-spot. You both moaned out loudly and you let your head rest on his shoulder feeling extremely weak to your knees. Chris had his arms tightly locked around you. He picked you up again, your back leaning against the edge for support as well and he pushed his hips even further, his cock completely disappearing into you and filling you up to the brim. You cried out from the pleasure given to you. His lips found your neck once again, sucking it on your sensitive spot and his large hand cupping your breast.

He started to fasten his pace and you heard him groan in your ear. You couldn’t get a sound out of your throat from so much pleasure and felt a pit in your stomach, ready for release. “Don’t stop, I’m gonna cum. Please don’t stop.” You mewled out. “I’m not stopping, I’m not gonna stop. Cum for me sweetheart.” He told you out of breath and placed a soft kiss on your ear. You started to clench around him and Chris moaned out loudly in response. “That’s it baby, cum for me.” you started to shake around him and Chris pulled you tighter against his body, goosebumps covering your body.

Once you came down from your high, Chris held you cheeks softly in his palms and smiled lovingly before kissing you again. “I’ve been waiting so long for this.” He told you and you felt flustered at the way he looked at you. Like he was looking right into your soul. Chris kissed the tip of your nose and lips again. When your lips connected he started his pace again but you still clenched around him. “I’m not gonna last long sweetheart.” He breathed against your cheek. “It’s okay, cum in me. I wanna feel you.” he growled at your response and picked up his pace again and you felt yourself grow closer once again. “I’m going to cum again.” You breathed out. Chris started to groan and moan loudly in your ear and you held your arms tightly around the back of his neck, keeping him close to your body. You felt warm liquid shoot up in your pussy and you clenched around him, getting into your own orgasm as well.

Chris stayed in you while you both tried to catch your breath. He looked lovingly into your eyes and you couldn’t look away. Your fingers going through his hair once again, slowly moving down to his cheek and this time you cupped his cheek, his stubbles tickling your palm, your thumb softly rubbing up and down.

You both started to chuckle and Chris placed his lips on yours again. You started to clench around him again, still feeling horny for him. I mean, who wouldn’t right? Chris moaned again and you felt him growing hard again inside of you. You moved a little and a whimper escaped his lips while he closed his eyes. “Oh Y/N, you’re addicting.” He told you and lifted your chin so he had access to your neck again.

You moved more up and down and Chris lowered you down, making you look surprised at him. “Let’s get out of the water princess.” He told you with a soft wink and a smile, letting you know he wasn’t just yet done with you.

He held your hand and let the way. You couldn’t help but felt excited for what was to come. Once you got back to the blanket, the only sound hearable was the music and it was as if Spotify knew what was going on and played sensual music. Or maybe everything was sensual for you now. Chris still held your hand and softly pulled you closer. He cupped your cheek and you had to stand on your tippy toes in order to kiss him. He pulled you closer to his body, your breast against his chest and he started to kiss your cheek. He was so extremely gentle and loving that your heart felt like it could burst right now.

He laid you down on the blanket, his body on top of yours, still exploring each other’s mouth. He looked down at your body and let his hands explore every curve of your body. “I can’t wrap my mind around how gorgeous you are.” He told you and that was the moment you thought your heart had burst. You always felt so insecure since you weren’t the most skinniest girl and it could make you insecure sometimes. You felt the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes and softly sniffled while his hands softly went over your skin. Once Chris heard you sniffle, he quickly looked up at you.

Concern gathered on his face. “What’s wrong baby? Have I said something? Did I hurt you?” he asked you worried, his hand resting on your cheek. You chuckled and shook your head. “Do you really mean that?” you asked him and he was a little confused. “do I mean what baby girl?” his thumb softly rubbing your cheek. “What you just had said.” It visibly clicked in his head.

“Yeah of course I mean every word. When I tell you that you are drop dead gorgeous. I mean look at you! I love your curves so much. I don’t think words can express how gorgeous I think you are. But I can show you.” he told you lovingly. “You mesmerize me in every way possible. And I mean it when I tell you, that you are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.” He told you, looking intently in your eyes so you would know that he really meant that. More tears slipped and you chuckled, pulling him up so you could kiss him.

His hands roamed your body again and disappeared into your bottoms again. He groaned into your mouth, making you moan while his finger went over your slit. He slowly pushed his finger inside and started to pump into you, making you moan and held on tightly to his bicep. You let your head fall back and he attacked your neck once again, while he still laid on top of you. Your lips felt sore from so many kisses but it was the good sore, making them more plump than they already were.

Chris pushed himself a little up so he could look at your face. Your eyes fluttered open and you saw Chris hanging above you, his necklace dangling above you as well and you clenched around his finger from the sight alone. He smiled at you once he felt you clench. He got his hand out of your bikini and licked his finger which was covered in your juices and still his cum. You whimpered at the sight and how hot it was. Chris grinned at you and kissed between your breast, his hair tickling on your skin and he slowly went down on you before pulling your bikini off.

He caressed your thighs ever so gently and lowered himself completely down. You opened your legs automatically for him and he licked your slit up and you were already shaking from anticipation. His arms held your legs tightly, flexing his bicep around you. His tongue disappeared completely in your pussy and you gasped at the sensation. Your hand found his hair, tucking it for leverage. You started to moan out and his tongue got attached to your clit. You bucked your hips up and Chris placed his hand on your lower belly, keeping you down. He started to suck your clit and went with his finger softly over your slit before entering you and pumped. You saw his bicep flex at the movements he made.

The sight was what made you cum. You tried to suppress a moan and whimpered. “Chris….. I’m going to…” you couldn’t even finish your sentence. “It’s okay baby, you can cum.” He told you and you were already in your orgasm. He pushed and sucked through it until you calmed down but your limbs still kept shaking. You got away from him and sat on your knees, pulling him up as well, surprising Chris a little. You attacked his mouth and you could taste yourself on his lips, making you moan in the kiss.

He held you by your waist, slowly moving down and pulled you tight against his body. You softly guided him to lay down with your hands on his abs. He laid down and it was like a painting. The look in his eyes, his tattoos showing clearly in the moonlight, his hair shining and just him. You softly tucked his trunks down and he got them out completely. You kissed his lips, went to his neck, already making his breath hitch and moan a little. Your lips left a wet trail down over his abs which you licked. Your hand already around his big cock, already twitching in your hand, waiting for release.

You licked his shaft and his head fell down with a groan. His hand on the back of your head. You licked the tip before slowly putting him in. he was huge and already knew that you weren’t able to take him in completely but that didn’t mean that you weren’t going to try. You gagged around his cock, trying to relax your throat. Chris moaned “you feel so good around me.” you hummed and put him even deeper, saliva dripping down on his cock and your tongue playing with his tip in the meanwhile. Your hand gently caressing his balls and massaged them softly.

Chris pulled you up and looked with the utter most adoration in his eyes. “You’re too good and if you keep doing that, I’ll cum in no second but I need to be inside of you.” he told you, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Please stay on all fours.” He told you and you did what he asked. He moved behind you and you looked behind you towards Chris. Chris placed some saliva in his hand and rubbed it on his cock, even though it wasn’t necessary, it was a picture on its own and god it was hot.

You felt his cock by your entrance and he slowly pushed inside, this time Chris almost got weak to his knees. “God you’re perfect.” He told you making you whimpered from anticipation and praise. He got completely into you and had to pause for a second so he wouldn’t cum right then and there on the spot. He kissed your shoulders softly and slowly started to pound into you. You whimpered and had no strength to hold yourself up by your arms so only your ass was up. Chris’s hand squeezed your cheeks and lowered himself over you, getting your breasts in his hands squeezing them as well.

You heard him panting out above you and you clenched around him, making him fall half on top of you, losing the strength to keep himself up as well. “Oh god, you feel so extreme good.” He praised you and you whimpered out. He got out of you, knowing that, tonight, he didn’t have the strength. “Lay on your back baby.” he told you and you were quick to turn around. Chris smiled lovingly at you, his focus completely on you. His lips on yours in a loving, slow and sensual kiss. He softly entered you again and started to pick up his pace and kissing the sensitive spot in your neck, which was red by now.

You felt another orgasm going to hit you fast and clenched around him. “Baby, if you keep doing that, I won’t last.” He told you out of breath. “I can’t help it, you fuck so good, I’m going to cum again.” You whimpered, trying to hold it back and Chris notice. “It’s okay baby. You can cum. You don’t have to hold back, let it go. I’ll cum with you.” he told you and attached his thumb on your clit, helping you to let go.

Chris looked up at you. “You okay baby?” he asked you, his finger softly caressing your features. You smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I’m very good.” You chuckled out, making him chuckle as well. Chris looked mesmerized at you. “Let me take you on a proper date. You deserve nothing but the best.” He told you and you felt spoiled, flustered and treated like a queen. “I would love that.” He smiled. “Want to go in the water and wash everything off?” he asked you softly, making you nod.

You let out a loud moan and quickly placed your hand in front of your mouth to muffle it. You went into your orgasm and it was so explosive that only soft whimpers escaped you. Chris hid his face on your shoulder and had an explosive orgasm the same time, his cum shooting in your pussy.

Chris let his head rest on your breast now, trying to get his breathing under control. Your hand went through his hair and your nails softly scraping his head. You felt his cum seep out of you.

He helped you up and you both walked into the water. Chris pulled you against his chest in a warm bear hug. This was definitely the best hug you’ve ever had. His hand was on the back of your head and went slowly towards the back of your neck while his other hand, his fingertips slowly went up and down your spine. Once you were ‘clean’ again you walked back to the blanket and got dressed. Chris laid down and looked at the stars, inviting you to lay against him.

You placed your hand around his chest, his arm around you while your head was on his chest. “I’m getting sleepy.” You told him. “Close your eyes, it’s okay sweetheart.” He told you and you did what he told you, feeling safe and sound. You fell into a deep sleep while Chris went up and down with his fingertips on your back, comforting you.

You woke up by a splash of very cold water and shot up. You felt Chris shoot up besides you as well and you got the water out of your face to see who had the nerve to wake you from your peaceful sleep. You saw your friend group looking at you with a smirk. Chris had never met your friends yet but apparently he will today. You groaned. “Seriously guys?” you asked them and Chris was a little confused.

“Chris these assholes are my friends.” You told them and chuckled slightly. You introduced everyone and felt that the sun was already very sharp. “What time is it?” you asked them and they gave the both of you two ice coffees. “It’s around 11 in the morning. But what the hell. You guys slept here or something?” Your best friend asked. You and Chris looked at each other shyly. “Ehh yeah. Was too hot in the house.” You told him sheepishly but he knew. He looked between you and Chris and nodded after a while with a smirk. “I guess I’m going to see you more often.” He told Chris who chuckled and nodded. “I hope so.” He told him but looked at you. You smiled back at him. “Yeah you will.” Chris smiled back and it was clear to everyone that you were both madly in love with each other.

The day excited out a lot of swimming with your friends, drinking, relaxing in the sun and playing games along with a whole lot of flirting with Chris and he with you. Stolen kisses when nobody was looking and soft delicate touches for comfort and affection. It definitely wasn’t a bad thing that it was so extremely hot and it was definitely the best summer yet.

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Chapter Three - His Everett

Pairing: Andy Barber/Everett James, Andy Barber/OFC

Word Count - 1824

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After the show in New York, Everett spent most of her week just relaxing and hiding out. Gallery shows were great for getting her art out there and making some much-needed money but they were exhausting on all fronts. With lots of takeout and movies watched, Everett’s thoughts moved to Andy. There was something about him and she felt desperate to know what a hug from him felt like. Amongst other things.

She also wanted to know what Andy meant by “friend” when he spoke of Joanna. Everett remembered the name from Jacob’s trial and wouldn’t have been surprised if something was going on between the two lawyers. It made more sense than Andy being interested in her but for some reason, Everett was letting herself believe he just might be.

When Saturday rolled around, Everett got up early and made sure to tidy her place as best she could. It wasn’t just her studio but her home. It was a large open loft, the “bedroom” was just an open area over the living room. Her darkroom was behind the kitchen which itself was open to the rest of the loft. Most of it was what she deemed the studio. A computer, printers, bookshelves, art supplies, and more. Organized chaos is what it was but it was Everett. A space that truly was her own and showed who she was.

“I can’t believe you’re making me do this. You are a grown man. You know that, right?” Joanna asked, teasing Andy. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m happy to support a local artist but I am just here to help you be happy again.”

Andy sighed, rolling his eyes at his friend as he parked the car.

“Jo. Come on. This is about her photography and your office. That’s it.” Andy blatantly lied out loud to himself and Joanna.

Right on time at exactly 11:40 am, the buzzer went off and Everett let them into the building. She wondered if they stood down there waiting for the clock to change and she laughed. Everett walked to her large barn door entrance and slid it a couple of feet open. Since the loft was converted from an old leather factory, some of the original features remain, like the big metal door and the questionable elevator. It wasn’t fancy but it had character and she loved it.

Just as she turned around to walk to the kitchen, she heard a quiet rap on the doorframe. There stood Andy with a huge grin on his face and a woman about his age. She looked kind but also like she would bust Andy’s balls anytime she felt it was warranted. Everett smiled and went to greet the pair.

“Hi I’m Joanna,” The woman stepped over with a hand out to greet Everett.

“Shit, Sorry, Joanna - Everett, this is one of my oldest friends, Joanna. Joanna - this is Everett James. She’s the photographer who did the tree piece that now hangs in my foyer and she did my headshot for the firm’s marketing.” Andy stopped himself before mentioning her familial tie to the firm, knowing it was a sore spot for Everett. A sore spot he hoped she’d open up about one day.

“It’s so nice to meet you. For the record, I’ve known him a long time but I’m not his ‘oldest’ friend. He’s older than me by a few months!” Joanna laughed, smacking Andy on the chest. “Andy has been talking about you nonstop since he met you, especially after your show in New York. Your tree is the first thing you see when you walk in his front door.”

Everett was shocked but tried not to show it. “Really? Wow umm, Thanks and welcome. This is my studio and apartment and… my everything.” Everett makes a wide gesture to the place.

“This is amazing. Andy, you used to live near here, didn't you back in college?” Joanna ponders.

“Ah yeah. My loft was a couple of blocks over back before we… Before moving to Newton”

Everett cocked her head, questions brewing but she didn’t let herself ask.

“You have a darkroom too right?” Andy asked.

“Oh yeah. It’s just back over there.’ Everett pointed to a door with a lit green light above it.

“What is the light for?” Joanna asked.

“It’s to show it’s safe to enter. There are certain points during development and stuff when there can’t be any extra light so there’s a switch inside I flip and it goes red meaning don’t come in. Not that there’s ever anyone else here.” Everett laughed nervously. “It’s only me but just in case I guess.” She shrugged.

“That's so cool. Can we see it?” Andy excitedly asked.

“Sure come on.” Everett waved them to follow her, knowing Andy wouldn’t give up.

She walked them through the tiny twisting hallway into the main space. She used to get excited talking about her darkroom and how everything worked but after Trevor always ignored her or brushed it off, she was afraid to talk too much so she gave a Cliff Notes version. After showing them the drying cabinet full of negatives, she remembered why they were here in the first place.

“So Joanna, Andy mentioned you were looking for something? Did he show you my Instagram or…” She trailed off, walking them back out to the studio.

“Yes! There were so many but I loved the close-up of flowers or at least I think it’s flowers. There were a few that were pink and yellow. I’m not sure how big they are but I have this space in the conference room that they would look perfect in.”

Everett pulled out her phone so Joanna could show her which Instagram post she was talking about. Andy stepped away from the pair and started to walk around the studio space.

“Ah yes. I think the originals are around here somewhere. I can make them any size you like.” Everett started to rummage through shelves of large portfolios until she spied what she was looking for. “These are the ones I have printed but I can make them any size you like or on different paper if you want. Matte, glossy.”

Andy sat at Everett’s desk, just watching and listening. He thumbed through the books behind him and gently touched a couple of the cameras, scared he might break them. Piles of yarn and negatives are strewn over the side tables. Andy took in Everett’s space and it immediately felt just like her. It was filled with things he’d never seen before. Books by authors he’d never heard of. His eyes ventured away from her workspace and desk towards her kitchen and living room. Each spot showed him more of Everett. Every coffee mug gave him just one more idea about who she was under her tough exterior. He wanted to peel back all of the layers. Every last one until he knew everything about her. Until she was his. His Everett.

Andy finally came back to reality when he heard his name.

“Andy? Are you even listening?’ Joanna hollered.

“Sorry, Joanna. What was the question?”

Everett chuckled to herself as she watched the pair go at each other.

“Oh my god. Can you just pay attention, for a second, please? Which of these do you think would look better? You know where I want to put it.”

Andy paused for a second, thinking of the space in the room Joanna was talking about. His eyes flipped between the two options she was showing him.

“Yeah, I think it’s great. I mean any piece of Evvy’s would look great on that wall.” He said with a smile, causing Everett to roll her eyes.

“I told you It’s Everett or E.”

“I know,” Andy replied smugly, then pointed to the photograph on the left. “That one. That’s the one.”

“See that wasn’t so hard. Sorry about this guy, Everett. He’s useless at the best of times.” They both laughed as Joanna tapped on the photograph. “So, yes. This one, please. 16x20” will fit just right.”

“Great. I can have that ready for you later today or tomorrow. I’ll be in Somerville in the morning so I’d be happy to come drop it off. I know you won’t be at the office but I can bring it to your house if you like,” Everett offered.

“What are you doing in Somerville?” Andy interrupted, not giving Joanna a chance to speak.

“I go to the Somerville Flea every Sunday morning.”

“Why?” Andy asked. ”Sorry. I just mean like what do you look for or …” He trailed off as he felt his ears turn red with embarrassment.

Joanna smiled to herself, watching Andy attempt to flirt or do whatever it was he was trying to do.

“I mean it’s always fun. They have great vendors and food but mostly I look for vintage cameras.” Everett gestured to the shelves behind her. “And old photographs.”

“Photographs? People sell photographs?” Andy asked, confused.

“It’s more like from estate sales or auctions. Boxes of old photos or even expired film and stuff. I use them for collages and some other pieces. I have a series I’m working on so there’s this one guy who saves the ones he comes across. Plus it’s just a nice Sunday activity. I get coffee and wander around.” She shrugged, hoping it would deflect the attention.

“What time do you go?” Andy asked, knowing if he didn’t see her again soon, he would burst.

“Early.”

“How early?” Andy shoved his hands in his pockets as he tried to be cool and not come across too eager.

“Why does it matter, Andy?”

“Well, I thought maybe I could join you?”

“Why?” Everett pushed back.

“Because I want to spend time with you, Everett.”

She noticed the use of her full name and began chewing on her bottom lip.

“You don’t have to work on this tonight. It’s Saturday after all. And you don’t have to come all the way out to Newton to drop it off. I can come pick it up here one day next week,” Joanna interjected, trying to save them both from the awkwardness. “Would you like cash or do you prefer a cheque?”

“Whatever payment is easiest for you and it’s not like I have other plans tonight,” Everett laughed. “I tend to spend my Saturday nights in the darkroom anyway. And I’ll be in the area for dinner tomorrow night so it’s not a problem.”

Everett escorted Joanna and Andy out to the hallway and called the elevator up.

“I can grab it from you at the flea market tomorrow,” Andy volunteered as he stepped onto the elevator.

Everett looked from Joanna to Andy and let out a sigh

“8:20 am. Nine Bar Espresso”

With no further details, she let the elevator door close, only to hear Andy shout from inside.

“It’s a date!”

Chapter 4

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Things my husband says 🐾

—Husband!Steve Rogers x Wife!OC

~ god help Stella 😅

Stella: Please tell me you didn’t drag Sam and Bucky into this.

Steve: I didn’t drag Sam and Bucky into this.

*the doorbell rings*

Stella: *cross her arms* Who’s at the door?

Steve: *smirks* I think you know.

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Steve: What’s does IDK, WDYM and ILY mean?

Stella: I don’t know, what do you mean, I love you.

Steve: I love you too but you’re not gonna be any help, I’ll just ask Sam.

Stella: I-

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Kendall: *tapping on the table*

Steve: *tapping back*

Stella: Stop that please.

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Steve: What would you do if I died today?

Stella: I’d die tomorrow.

Steve: Marry me.

Stella: Already did.

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Stella: I hate you with every inch of my body right now.

Steve: That’s not a lot of inches.

Stella: I-

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Sam: *at Stark party* Uhh I think we lost him.

Bucky: No we haven’t. Watch this.

Sam: Huh?

Bucky: *shouts* Your wife is useless piece of sh-!

Steve: *pops out of nowhere* SAY THAT AGAIN MOTHER—

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Stella: So Steve got drunk last night.

Thor: Oh no.

Stella: And tried to set our marriage certificate on fire.

Steve: Good luck trying to return me without the receipt!

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Steve: Did it hurt?

Stella: *rolls eyes* Let me guess, when I fell from heaven

Steve: No.

Stella: What?

Steve: *smiling* Did it hurt when you fell for me?

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Liane: Hey what are you getting Steve for his birthday?

Stella: I am married to Steve and gave him 2 kids, that’s enough presents to last him for a lifetime.

Steve: Hey, you married Captain America, you didn’t do so bad yourself.

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Stella and Bucky: *kidnapped by Hydra and HIVE*

Strucker: Soon the Captain and his team will arrive, then will see what true power tastes like

Bucky: Let us go asshole.

Strucker: Not a chance—

HIVE Agent: *hears guns blazing through the halls, grunts and screams of stuff being blown up* Uh sir, who was that?

Bucky: Your fucked.

Stella: *grins*

Steve: *bust the door open as he snarls* Say your last prayers, Strucker!

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Stella: *looks at him while he’s drawing and mutters* I’d date you.

Steve: *smirks, definitely heard her* What?

Stella: *blinks and half scoffs* I said, I hate you.

Steve: *smiles to himself* I hate you more.

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Bucky: *drunk on Asgardian liquor* Sam is the hottest person I ever met.

Steve: He is your fiancé.

Bucky: Bullshit. I can’t stand the guy.

Steve: So why did you just say find him hot then?

Bucky: Cause I got eyes, Steve.

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Steve: *under his breath* I don’t wike it.

Natasha: *gasps*

Steve: Nat don’t—

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Stella: *at 3am reading* Wow, some few hours earlier some couple just tried to kill each other in their own home. Can you imagine someone ever snapping like that?

Steve: *trying to fall asleep glaring at her* I can.

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Steve: If I dislocated John Walker’s arm, would they arrest me despite being the original Captain America?

Stella: Yes. Yes they could.

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Steve: I’m dying!

Stella: WHAT?

Steve: -of hunger!

Stella: Oh thank heavens.

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We might need a Steve one soon 🤔 what do we think? Which couple is next? Liane & Ethan? Rose & Finn? Peter & Rei?

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BM3

Please Read BM and BM2 before reading; thanks.

Word Count: 2,517

Pairing: Chris Evans x BlackFem!OC

Warning: Swearing, Angst, Drinking.

Summary: Reality always comes back and bites you in the asss.

A/N: You know I had to double it.

Karma ~ Summer Walker is the vibe for this.

“Chris…”

The familiar voice made Chris quickly pull back. There stood Minka with a red face and tear stained cheeks.

Shit.

“Why am I watching you kiss your baby's mother after you told me you were at your daughter's birthday party?” Minka looked between them. Chris was lost for words because he didn’t even know she was coming.

“What are you doing here Minka?”

She gave them a dry laugh, “You really want to sit here and answer my question with a question, wow.” Her eyes flickered from him to Ryelle.

“I’m just going to leave; give Lively to me.”Ryelle just had enough of tonight already. Minka on the other hand, the night was just getting started for her. “Leave? Do you think your home-wrecking ass is just going to leave bitch?? No! Ain’t nobody leaving until I get fucking answers!” She made her way closer to Ryelle, aiming to hurt her.

Chris quickly handed Lively off and then caught Minka in his arms. “No! Wait Minka!”

Lively began to cry from the quick movement. Ryelle just got in the car, holding her daughter to her chest. Now at this point, Minka is knocking on the window while yelling.“Get out the fucking car!”

“Minka chill-”

“Chill? How the fuck can I chill when I find my fiancé sucking faces with his baby momma?! I can’t believe you Chris!” Minka pushed him away from her. Ryelle cranks up the car then pulls off leaving them to argue.

“We were going to talk Minka, I had got caught up being with Lively.”

“I thought you loved me, why would you do this to me?”

“I do love you, but this relationship makes me feel like I’m not myself. I feel like I’m big-time actor Chris Evans and not Christoper. That’s not how I want to feel for the rest of my life.” He maintained eye contact in hopes that Minka would listen for once.

“Okay and that’s when you communicate with me! I’m your future wife.” She crossed her arms.

“You’re saying that like it’s easy when the person I’m trying to communicate with doesn’t even listen to me!” Chris then takes a huge breath. Throughout this whole argument, Ry stayed on his mind.

“I do listen!” Minka tries to argue. She knows that she is treating him right so he can't put his actions on her. Well, that's what she thinks.

Chris shook his head knowing that she didn’t understand him, “Minka how did you get here?”

“Emeri brought me because we were trying to surprise you guys. I was going to show you that I’m wiling to be a step mother. Henry’s location checked in for here.”

—-

Leilani sat on the hood of Henry’s all-black Mercedes while he stood between her legs. They waited for Chris to call so he could let them know when to leave. They sat in the car first but since it had been a minute waiting on their call, they got out.

“You calm now love?”

“Yes, but it’s just I get so worked up about my sister when she’s fucked with for no reason. Then again, I didn’t want to hit my mother.”

“I’d most definitely be that about my siblings as well. You are very good to your sister.”

“Thank you.” She spoke softly, giving him a tired smile.

The orange light shining above from the street lamp had her beautiful dark skin showing. Henry being taller had a perfect view of everything. He gave a her a kiss on the forehead.

A car a few feet away jams on breaks catching both their attention, a brunette rapidly gets out the car. Recognizing the car and woman, Henry steps back making way to her. “I can explain.”

His girlfriend of 3 years stared at him with tears falling down from her eyes. “Fuck you Henry.”

Leilani stood up from the car, intrigued on who this is. He turns around throwing her his car keys, “Get my car to Ryelle’s house.”

“W-What? W-Where are you-”

Her questions went ignored as Henry put the brunette in the passenger seat then gets in the driver seat pulling off. This happened so fast that Leilani didn’t piece the puzzle together just yet. She got into the driver side of the expensive car and just sat there for a second after cranking it up.

Then it clicked, this is his car. Quickly, she shuffled through his arm rest, a holder that held his folders and even under the seat until she checked the glove compartment. Bingo.

Hair ties, lipgloss, panties, and makeup for a quick re fix along with pictures of them being together. Tears fell as she flipped through the photos knowing that was the answer she sought.

“I’m falling in love with a man that is in a relationship. I’m so stupid!”

She lets out a frustrated scream repeatedly hitting the steering wheel. " I'm so fucking stupid ugh!.” Blood dripped from her hands but to her the pain felt good.

—

I told you, you better stay prayed up

You never thought the universe be looking for revenge

—

Her previous love attempts were failures, and this is the tip of the iceberg. Life is crumbling down like she is being stabbed in the same spot over and over again. She put the car in drive, heading the nearest store.

Liquor Store to be exact.

—

You can't keep just doing them girls like that

Thinking that nobody finna bite back

Losing your mind, baby

Can't be sure, time's wasting

—

“Please don’t fear me, I’m just karma.” She sung lowly walking into the liquor store. The security camera gave her a chance to look at her appearance. Her hair was all over, the makeup gave away that she been crying and her hands were bloody.

“That’ll be 25.87 ma’am.” The cashier responded, looking her up and down, she put 40 dollars in his hand.

“Keep the change.”

She took the plastic wrapping off the top and opened it. Leilani gave herself a shot, feeling the nasty burn when she swallowed. She got into the car and drove all the way to her sister's house.

Leilani sat on the porch, staring at the stars while drinking. The wind starts to blow, and she took a shot for every thought that ran through her mind.

Ryelle lifted herself up from the crying mess she was on the bed. She wanted to take a break from having a cluttered mind. Putting on some crocs, Ry walks downstairs to go out the door. “Lei?” She questioned, trying to see if that was her sister. She was correct.

“Hmm?”

She walked closer to her sister, seeing her having a big liquor bottle in her lap. “You good sis?”

Her low eyes looked up to her sister, “Hell nawl but it is what is, you know. I put my love into the wrong guys.” Ryelle politely sat her ass the fuck down, then grabbed the bottle, untwisted the cap, and flicked that bitch. She chugged a great amount, using the back of her hand to clean her mouth when finishing.

“Tell me the fuck about it!”

“Henry made me feel special like in some moments, I can’t look him the face out of nervousness from that he is so damn fine. Is it bad that I want to fuck that man everyday.”

“You’re not lying. Our men were a fine piece of art.”

“Can I vent to you about Henry?”

“Baby the floor is all yours.”

“We were literally sitting on the hood of his car waiting on you guys and this girl pulls up fast as fuck. I’m dead ass confused and I tried to question him but I choked up, a thousand things going through my mind Ry. He barely answers, throws me the keys then dipped with her. I went through his shit in his car.” Leilani sat up on that ending sentence.

“No, the fuck you didn’t!”Ryelle glanced at her, interested. Lei gave her a “You know I’m mf serious.” look.

“I did, and my intuition was right! That girl is his girlfriend! Panties, makeup, hair ties, the whole fix. We fucked in that car before the dinner! Ugh! I’m a home wrecker!”

“Lei you didn’t know but then again it’s fucked up that he did that. How much this bottle cost? This shit good.”

“25.87. What took you and Chris so long to let us know when to leave?”

“His fiancé walks up on up while we’re in the middle of kissing. Literally, after I told him I love him like a little bitch. I was rushing things and she snapped me out of reality. I took Liv back, and we left.”

“Damn. Take another shot after I take mine.”

“Bet.”

Leilani took a shot and Ry did too.

“What happened to your hands?” Ryelle took notice of her bloodied hands and softly grabbed them to inspect them better.

“They’re fine.”

“No, they’re not, and you know it. Let’s go in so I can heal you up.” Ryelle head swayed back and forth. Her body couldn't be still, definitely indicating that she's drunk.

“Okay fine.” Leilani stood up and then made her way up the steps. When Ryelle got up, her body began to lean forward, and Lei quickly grabbed her sister.

“Ry! Girl!”

Ry was laughing so hard she was wheezing. “Bitch I almost fell forward.”

Lei laughed at her stupidity. “You sure do know how to make a bitch feel better.” She wrapped her arms around her favorite person in the world, and they stumbled into the house.

—————-

Ryelle woke up around 6; her dream mainly consisted of what happened at dinner and afterward. She walked downstairs, straight to the refrigerator, taking out strawberries. Ry debated making eggs and decided to wait until she woke up Lively.

She walked back upstairs to wake her babygirl. Sitting on the bed, Ry rubbed Liv’s back. “Good morning baby.”

Those eyes she loves to see every morning opened. Lively rubbed them first then the eyelids drooped. “Good morning, momma.”

“Do you want eggs?”

“Yes.”

“Well let’s go to the kitchen then sweetheart.”

Ryelle stood from the bed holding out her hand. Lively gladly took her hand and they walked to the kitchen together.

“Mommy, can we add cheese to them?” Lively pushed over the stool as Ryelle grabbed the ingredients. Lastly, Ry placed a frying pan on the stove. "Yes, my love." The two worked together (Mostly Ryelle) to make cheese eggs. When finished, she prepared them a bowl bringing it to the couch.

"Mommy, can we go on a walk to the park?" Lively questioned when finishing her food. Ryelle haven't walked around the neighborhood in a while. "Yes, we can after cleaning up behind ourselves."

Lively gave her a smile as she quickly got up going to the kitchen. After Ryelle got up to put her bowl up, she picked up Lively, and they walked upstairs. It was a bit gloomy today, so Ry checked the weather when she touched her phone. It's supposed to rain in the evening around 5pm, and now it is 7:20 a.m.

She got Lively ready and got herself ready.

Someone rang the doorbell, catching their attention. "Who is that?" Lively questioned as she got up from the couch, setting the iPad aside. Ryelle shrugged her shoulders, making her way to the door. "I don't know but stay near the couch baby."

"Yes, ma'am." Lively looked skeptical but grabbed her iPad again. She opened the door to see someone holding a vase of roses with an edible arrangement. "Yes?"

"Hi, I'm dropping off this beautiful package to Ryelle! Hope you enjoy!" The woman gave Ryelle the things and then left. Ry walked to the kitchen, still in confusion about who had sent this. She had smelled the beautiful roses. The fruit caught Lively's attention, and she came over to her mother.

"Momma, can I have a fruit, please?" She placed her hands on the bottom to turn the arrangement around. Ryelle didn't hear her at first as she read the card.

"My life is amazing as long as you're in it. - Chris Evans"

The feelings she had for Chris wanted to shoot fireworks in the air but she hoped this isn't his form of apology. Ryelle is angry. Angry at the fact that she was confused about her feelings for him. She doesn't know if she wants to be done with him. Ryelle needs too though because why did he send her this when obviously he chose Minka? She just sat the card down, and Lively calling her name brought her back. "Mommy?"

"H-Huh? I'm sorry babygirl, Mommy zoned out there for a minute. What is it?" Ryelle shook her head, fighting the urge to smell the roses again. Lively points at the shaped fruit, "I want the pineapples."

"Okay, baby." She grabbed a plate from the drying rack then placed 4 pieces of fruit onto the plate then gave it to Lively.

"Thank you mommy."

"You're welcome, baby."

The two walked back to the couch. The whole going to the park thing was thrown to the side when receiving the gift, and now all Ryelle want is either wine or weed. Something has to get her mind off him. "Lively, do you still feel like going to the park? We can go get something to eat from wherever you want it from."

That excited her daughter, "I wanna go to chic fil a so I can go down slide."

A phone call interrupted their conversation, and Ryelle glanced at the caller I.D." Keep hold of that thought bubble. It's your Father calling babygirl." Lively nodded watching her mother press the green button.

"Hello?" "Hey Ry, I... I called to check on you."

Before Ryelle could finish Lively, who clearly doesn't know the vibe of the phone call, spoke in excitement to her father.

"Daddy!!"

"Hey Babygirl, I miss you!"

"I miss you too, daddy. When you come home?"

"Um, it'll be a while, Liv."

That's when the pouting started, and Ryelle wanted to finish the phone call before Liv's feelings are hurt. She cleared her throat.

"We're fine Chris. We were just about to go somewhere for lunch."

"Okay...Okay."

Liv interrupted their moment of silence,"Daddy why you not come home? Did I do something?" Over the line, Chris sighs not knowing how to answer.

"No...No baby, it's not you. Mommy and I just have to talk about some things."

'We ain't got to talk about shit' Ryelle thought to herself. Liv grabs the phone out her hand.

"Wel-Well can you come with us to lunch today?"

Ry looked at her daughter's crazy manner but bit her tongue. She didn't want to ruin Liv's dream, but then again she feels like it was too soon to see him again.

Chris didn't know if Ry even wanted him there, so it was a hitch in his answer. "Uh-"

"Please, daddy? Please?"

"Fine, baby girl, I will go to lunch with you guys."

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Yeahhhh part 3 bitches!!

I have plans to drop a couple more posts, so be on the watch!

Stay slutty my friends.

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