#chris evans x reader
𝑨 𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏
𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒚/𝒏, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔. 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕
𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇.. 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇
𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕
The divorce paperwork sat on the table in front of you. You and Chris along with your lawyer sat around the table, ready to sign them.
"are you sure you want to do this?" Your lawyer asked looking between you and Chris. You looked over at Chris, taking a sharp breath.
You tore your eyes from his and looked back at her, "I'm ready." She nodded handing you the pen. You wrote your name down on the paper before sliding it over to Chris.
"your turn." You leaned back in your sit, watching with a smirk as he sighed the paper. When he was done he sat the pen down and pushed it back over to your lawyer.
"it's official; you both are divorced."
You smiled as you got up from your seat. You may have seemed crazy smiling, but genuinely you were happy. A cheater didn't deserve you.
"great, I'm going to get going. You both have a great day." You pushed the chair in making your way to the door.
Chris got up quickly following. "Y/n wait." He grabbed your hand and stopped in front of you. "Can we talk about this please? I love you okay."
You raised your eyebrows, pressing your lips into a thin line. "You don't love me. If you loved me you wouldn't have cheated on me. I signed those divorce papers for a reason, and there's no going back Chris. Sorry but not sorry."
You pulled your hands from his hand. "Now if you excuse me." You walked q few steps before turning around looking at Chris. "I got a flight I need to catch."
13 hours later you were in the beautiful country of Italy. It was buzzing seeing that it was the evening time there.
You were excited to be there give you the opportunity to clear your mind From the last few months.
Even though it was 5 in the evening you decided to go to The bar. You went to the hotel bar ready to get tipsy.
You took a seat at the bar, your short dress riding up your leg as you did. "Martini, please." You told the bartender as you stared Off into the gaze.
The bartender went off to make your drink. A guy spotted you across the room. He was very appealed by you and he decided to talk to you.
You turned around looking at him. "Hi." You responded with a smile. He smiled back before taking a seat beside you. "I saw you seating here all alone and I decided to join you. I'm sebastian."
He stuck out his hand. "Sebastian Stan." You shook it. "Nice to meet you."
The bartender soon returned with your martini. You started filling up with those and it soon turn into 3. After the 3rd you were wasted. You and Sebastian were getting to know each other so well.
"you know there's a club on the other side of this hotel. You wanna go over there and dance?"
Sebastian looked at you, he was waiting for your answer. "Yeah, sure what the hell."
You took his hand and walked with him to the other side. You were drunk as hell but luckily he was there.
When you reached the club, it was already lively. People were everywhere; grinding all over each other. Any other time you would not want to do it, but the alcohol running through your blood was stopping you from not doing it.
"come on sebastian." You grabbed his arm dragging him away into the sea of people. When you were in the middle of the crowd you began to sway to the music. Sebastian pressed his body against you and both of you started to dance together.
The room was a blur to you in that moment. Nothing but you and Sebastian dancing. His hands were all over your body, his head pressed into your neck. It was small but felt so intimate.
As you turned in his arms you looked deep in his eyes. Your hands were cradling his neck. You couldn't help lean in and kiss him.
Sebastian stopped his hip movement and began to kiss you back hungrily.
After a while you were starting to get to tired. It was very obvious the alcohol was getting the best of you. You stopped kissing him.
"I'm getting really tired. I think I need to go to bed." You stated making your way through the crowd.
Sebastian follow you probably to go to your room and make sure you were safe, but you weren't really into that.
"um.. I think I'm okay going by myself." you said. "And besides, I don't think we'll last. Ive had enough hurting from men, and I know I don't know you, but I'm not going to take my chance.. so sebastian uh it was nice talking to you but this is it." You leaned over and kissed his cheek before leaving him.
He was shocked by your action. He wasn't expecting that especially after spending half of the day with you.
But wasn't as shocked as Chris was. The pictures dropped a few hours after and we he saw you kissing Sebastian it made his blood boil. He wasn't expecting you to be with someone the same day after signing the divorce papers.
Guess he kinda gets what it's like to be cheated on and frankly he deserves it.
Going to make one more part. Chris(and sebastian maybe) and the reader meet at an award show.
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Chris Evans and his characters :
▪ Chemical Romance
(Chris Evans x reader) (dark fic)
(Chris Evans x reader)
▪ A Simple Solution
(Andy Barber x reader x Ari Levinson)
▪ Life In The Fast Lane 1 2 3 4
(CEO! Alpha Ari Levinson x Mechanic! Omega reader)
▪ Just a Simple Lie
(Chris Evans x reader)
▪ Everything Unexpected
(Ari Levinson x reader)
▪ Do You Feel What I Feel?
(Andy Barber x reader)
▪ What You Don't Know Series
(Steve Rogers x reader)
▪ Strenght In-Between The Breaks
(Andy Barber x Stripper! reader)
▪ Fixing The Broken Series
▪ The Concubine Series
(King!Steve x reader x King!Bucky) (dark fic)
▪ Never Tear Us Apart
(Soft!dark Andy Barber x reader)
▪ The Five Times You Told Ransom Drysdale you Loved Him (And The
One Time He Said It Back)
(Ransom Drysdale x reader)
▪ Twice Bitten (I) Twice Burned (II) Twice Mine (III)
(Vampire!Stucky x reader) (dark fic)
▪ None Of Your Concern
(Chris Evans x reader) (dark fic)
▪ Dynamite And Whiskey Series
(Soft!dark Andy Barber x reader)
Today we've been driving around towns we grew up in.
Got me thinking about what Seb or Chris or The characters would think if reader brought them to their home town 🤔🤔🤔
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We hear a lot about how Chris would comfort someone, but how do you think HE likes to be comforted?
Maybe he didn't get a role he really wanted, how would you cheer him up? Be as NSFW as you want!
Ooh, oh this is lovely 💖 I would love to comfort this sweet man and I think it might go a bit like this...
So there would be different types, different levels of comfort required depending on what had happened in the day.
If he was feeling physically unwell I think he'd look for physical comfort. He'd need lots of cuddles and snuggles, any moment you're sitting down he's snuggling up against you, his head resting on your chest or on your lap.
If you run your fingers through his hair he'll be asleep in minutes, and when he's poorly it's the best way to ensure he gets any real rest.
He'd never ask but there's nothing he loves more than having you fuss over him, wipe his face with a warm towel, fluff his pillows, stroke his hair.
More emotional times or when he's struggling with anxiety he's still going to need the physical stuff, the warm touch, the skin on skin comfort but he also needs to be able to talk.
To work through the thoughts that get so loud sometimes, he needs you to help him make sense of things when he can't make sense of them on his own.
There's a certain look that he gets that let's you know he needs your support. It might take a little while, asking a few times if he's okay before he opens up but eventually he will.
He doesn't need you to have answers or to make things right, he just needs you to listen and empathise with him, to feel with him. And afterward he always looks a little bit different, lighter, less troubled.
There are times when the comfort needs to be more amorous, and a different type of physical....
Evenings when he's wound up, annoyed, frustrated at the world, he's thrown back on the sofa, legs spread wide open as if in an invitation.
You settled yourself between his legs, a pillow under your knees so you can give him a long, sensual blowjob. Starting off slow, all soft kisses and kitten licks, making sure he's throbbing hard before you take him deeply back in your mouth, making him moan and cry out. His hips bucking up off the seat, diving himself deeply into your throat.
If he doesn't want to come that way he'll get you up off your knees and settled on his lap, filling you up and stretching you.
Sometimes he doesn't want to fuck, he just wants to feel you, he wants to feel close to you in the most primal way possible.
Sometimes he wants to talk while he's inside you, other times he just wants to hold you, gaze at you, kiss you. He always let's you know what he needs and always checks you have the space to give it to him.
Chris understands that love and comfort are a two way street, that there's needs to be give and take for both of you.
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Note - An anon asked for an au sequel to first night with no stucky but this can be read as a one shot. Thanks to lizzygal(link to ao3) for her advice on this! This is written for @sweetlyscared's 1k angst challenge! Congrats boo! I used the prompt 'Do you love her?' Although this is hardly angsty but it's as angsty as someone as soft as me can get🥺 Dividers by @firefly-graphics
Summary - Married life with Steve was amazing (although with a few bumps in the way) until you discovered a heartbreaking secret.
Warnings - explicit sexual content, painful sex, innocent naive insecure reader, dub con/noncon, soft dark Steve, jealous Steve, ooc villain Sharon, like a little breeding kink, some angst.
Pairing - soft dark king!Steve x reader
Word count - 5.3k
Steve jolted when your palm hit him across his face, his hand circled around your wrist, ready to fight whatever it was that slapped him off, his grip loosening when he realised it was just you. You wiggled your hand away from his grip, mumbling incoherently before turning away from him, so that he could only see the silhouette of your nude back in the dim light.
Although he had been with a handful of women, he never had to share a bed with one. He didn’t think he’d ever have to, he was born in royalty, raised to be a king. While he liked having your soft warm body in his arms, he maybe could live without your hands slapping him, or both your legs over his thighs and hips.
It was customary for wives to have their own chambers after the honeymoon period was over. And with a heavy heart he had sent you to your own chambers, he made sure you were treated to the best luxuries possible.
But he found himself missing your presence soon enough. Your legs over his, you annoying him for attention whenever he was working, the way you hummed a song in your head, how you often clumsily bumped into things, your sweet beautiful voice, your scent, everything about you.
So he went to your room, told you that you were to live with him in his chambers from then on. You were hesitant at first, but didn’t say no to him.
You could never deny him anything. He loved that about you. How subservient you were despite being so fiery.
He was grateful to have made you move in, in times like these, when his cock was hard and achingly pressed against your thigh, he had you right where he wanted you.
He softly called out your name, he’d rather have you awake for this. He loved listening to the sweet sounds he could pull out of you. When you didn’t so much as stir he decided he would just have to wake you up another way.
Pushing your legs off his, spreading them apart to make room for him as he hovered over you, pressing soft kisses, rubbing his beard against your skin, he made his way down to his destination, he was parched for your nectar.
He kissed your petal, your cunt already oozing with need, your body would always want him even if you weren’t awake. He frowned when you didn’t move at all. He had been a bit too rough with you that night, exhausting you, making you pass out as soon as he was done, but he was growing more and more impatient.
Scraping his teeth over your clit, he bit it ever so lightly as you yelped awake.
“Oh!” you gasped when you looked down to find the king between your legs.
Swallowing a lump, because this was still so very strange to you. Your mother had told you how a man and woman make love before your wedding, but she never mentioned anything like this.
From your knowledge the king putting his mouth there wouldn’t result in you getting pregnant. But it did bring you great pleasure, to the point where it was maddening.
Sometimes it was the only thing on your mind.
It was as if you were addicted to it.
“My king...” you squirmed when you felt him push his fingers inside you, “I’m so tired... I have court tomorrow...” How he managed to do all his duties and still have you at least thrice everyday was beyond you.
“You don’t have to go. You’re the queen, the future mother of my children, you deserve a day off. Besides I do work you a bit too hard, don’t I?” he asked before plunging his tongue into your heat.
“Huh? No... I’m glad to be serving you...” And you had yet to give him any heirs.
It wasn’t long before you released all over his mouth, your cheeks heating up when you saw his beard coated with your slick as he wiped it off with the back of his hand.
“You can stay in bed all day tomorrow. That way you’ll be strong and ready by the time I’m back.” He told you before capturing your lips in a bruising kiss, as you tasted yourself on his mouth.
Turns out a day off was everything that you had needed. You were born a princess, albeit of a kingdom standing on its last legs, you were the youngest of six sisters, your prospects weren’t all that great.
Your mother told you that you’d be lucky to get a rich lord, let alone a Duke or a prince. A King was out of the question. She taught you how to handle a household, she never could’ve prepared you for court or to be a queen. You always dreamt of marrying for love. Of running away after falling for a stable boy and living far away and being free.
But you married the King of the most prestigious kingdom in the whole world. While you had grown to love Steven, you didn’t love all the responsibilities that were thrusted upon you so suddenly, you didn’t like how you were always under scrutiny. Every move you made was watched and judged by others. You still couldn’t believe your life sometimes.
So it was nice to have a day to yourself. You had slept in till late in the morning, having your breakfast in bed before taking a leisurely bath and then decided to go for a walk in the garden just before the sunset before you’d have to go back up and have dinner with your husband before having to perform your wifely duties.
“Your grace,” you smiled upon hearing the familiar voice, turning around to see Lady Sharon approaching you.
You hadn’t seen her in over a month. She had been so kind to assist you and help you get acclimated to your duties, you’d always be grateful to her.
“I thought you were under the weather,” she frowned. It was the excuse you had given to skip court with your ladies that day. Which wasn’t a complete lie. You were a little sore between your legs. But a warm bath had fixed that.
“I’m feeling quite better,” you said, standing upright, a dignified smile on your face--formal and curt.
Always be formal and curt with everyone. Your instinct was to hug her when you saw her after her month long trip, like you would to any of your sisters or friends, but you must always act like a queen since you were one.
“How was your trip?” you asked her as she hooked her arm in yours so you could both resume walking.
“It went alright. Mama wants to marry me off to the Duke Stark, the trip was some sort of matchmaking ploy,” she snorted.
“What’s wrong with Stark? He seems so charming.” You remember meeting him at your coronation ceremony. Where he had got you beautiful pearls from an exotic country.
“He maybe charming, but at the end of the day - he’s manwhore.”
You gasped incredulously, your hand over your mouth as you looked around to make sure your maids didn’t hear you, “Lady Sharon,” you chastised her, “We can’t use that sort of language.”
“Forgive me, your grace,” she apologized, “I often forget how naive you are.”
“What? Naive?” you huffed. “Not using such filthy language hardly makes me naive.”
“Live a little, all royals are debauched in one way or another. I’m surprised to see just how much of a square you are.”
“Is... is being a square a bad thing?” You wanted to know. You never thought of yourself as a conformist, in fact your mother used to tell you you’ll die an old maid if you didn’t start acting more like a lady and less like a spoilt brat.
“Sometimes it is...” she pondered. “Well, for instance, being a square in bed might be boring for some men.”
“What?” you gasped again. Tightening your grip on her arm and walking at a faster pace to put some distance between you and your maids, “Give us a minute,” you told them.
“Lady Sharon,” you looked into her blue eyes, much like your husbands but a little darker, “Have you ever been with a man?”
“I have,” she shrugged. “Just the one. He was my true love.”
“Bu – but you aren’t married.” You frowned.
“So, how can you make love to anyone if you aren’t married...” Your mother had told you that making love only ever happened between a man and his wife.
“I... you do know what making love entails right? This is what I meant when I said you were too much of a square,” she chuckled.
“Don’t... don’t make fun of me...” you pouted.
“I’m sorry, your grace, it’s just,” she put a hand over her mouth as she cleared her throat, “Really funny. Two people, who aren’t married, can make love. Being married is good but not a requirement.”
“I suppose that makes sense, me and his majesty could do it even if we weren’t married...”
“Is he happy with you?” she wanted to know.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s just, you don’t know much about physical relations, and there needs to be a certain level of knowledge and experience for it to be good at it.”
“Do you think he is unsatisfied with me?”
“I wouldn’t know,” she shrugged. “Does he seem unsatisfied?”
He was always asking for it. Which you preferred, because you’d die of embarrassment if you ever had to initiate it. You couldn’t go for too long without it either. He had went on a hunting trip for just a couple of days and you wanted to jump on him and keep him in your bed as soon as you saw him.
Why would he ask for it again and again if he was satisfied?
“I’m not sure... since you know so much about it would you give me some advice?”
“My, I would’ve thought you’d call me a harlot or a whore instead you’re asking for advice...” she smirked.
“Oh, I would never. That is what my mother would say, probably, but you’re my friend. Besides, I would want to make love to Steve even if we weren’t married, and if he was a stable boy.”
“A stable boy?” she quirked a blonde brow.
“Yes! And I would be me, a princess. It’s just a silly dream I used to have,” you shrugged. “What happened to your love? The one you lost?”
“He got married to someone else,” she stated. And although she was firm and sophisticated as always, you could hear his voice wavering and how much pain she was in.
“Oh my... I am so sorry, Sharon,” you said, engulfing her in a hug to comfort her, now that you do actually love someone, now that you know what loving someone deeply means, how overwhelming it can be, you couldn’t even imagine what losing that love would feel like. “You’ll find someone better.”
“There is no one better, your grace. But I’ll give you some advice,” she pulled away from you, putting some distance between you both, “You have to pay special attention to his balls. Many ladies tend to forget them.”
“Ball...? Like toys? I don’t believe he has any.”
“Your grace,” she rolled her eyes as she snickered, “He does have them. That is where your children will come from.”
“Um... what? Wouldn’t they come from...” you looked down, to the place between your legs. That’s where kids come from. That’s what you had been told.
“Well, yes, that is where they will pop out of. But the balls... the ones right behind his manhood, that’s where his seed comes from.”
“Oh...” you nodded as you realised what she was talking about. “So... what about the... balls?”
“Just pay special attention to them. He would like that. Suck on them, tug on them... but gently!” she chuckled as she realised she would have to talk down to you since you were so inexperienced.
“Oh... alright... anything else I can do?”
“Try to be more... active... instead of just sitting there and taking it you know?”
“Alright. I think I get the gist of it.”
“You ready for me, petal?” Steven asked as he looked down at you, naked and vulnerable, so beautiful and all his. He nudged his cock against your intimate lips, prodding at your entrance as he awaited your answer. He knew he could be too much for you sometimes, he was trying to do better. So he could make you love him at least half of as much as he loves you.
“Mm-hm... but um...” you trailed off. Not exactly knowing how you would go about asking to suck his balls.
“I was just wondering if... I could... do that...” you fluttered your lashes, that usually got you whatever you wanted from him.
“And what is ‘that’?”
“You know... when you make me put my mouth on you...”
He didn’t usually make you use your mouth.
Most of the times Steven had a strict unofficial schedule he followed when it came to lovemaking. He wasn’t someone who liked or embraced change, he was always strategic, as a king and as your husband.
He’d kiss you till you were out of breath, then your neck, and then your breasts, he’d spend a long amount of time there, maybe because you liked that the most probably. And then he’d use his fingers to work you up, tasting you, eating you out and drinking your nectar.
That drove you mad, till you were on the brink of insanity.
You loved it as much as you hated it. You had never felt so out of control in your entire life. Not even when your parents told you they were going to marry you off to a kingdom far away, to a man you had never even met before.
Steven would complain that you thrashed and moved around too much, although he would encourage you to make all the noise that you wished. He pinned you down by your hips. Sometimes he’d make you make once, twice, thrice, it depended on how desperate he was to get his own release.
And then he’d have you on your back. Whispering the filthiest things to you as he fucked you, filled you up with his seed.
He’d hold you close to him, kissing your hair, kissing your cheeks and touching your ever so intimately. That was when you were the most clingy, you’d hold on so tightly to him. You were more vulnerable than usual. You would tell him about how, even though you love being the queen and his wife, it was so new and overwhelming, how you miss your family and your old life. How things had changed and so drastically. He’d always tell you that it would all be okay. That he would take care of you and never let anything bad ever happen to you.
Then he’d have you on your hands and knees. He told you he liked looking at your behind and spanking it.
After that you’d both fall asleep. Sometimes he’d wake up in the middle of the night and nudge you awake to love you some more. But he rarely ever made you suck him off.
“You wanna suck my cock?” he smirked as you meekly nodded. “Go right ahead then, petal. It’s all yours now, you don’t have to ask,” he told you as he sat up on his knees.
You looked at his cock. Hard and standing tall and proud up against his stomach. You now knew that being aroused made him hard and much much bigger. Maybe that’s why it’s often such a tasking job to take him--often leaving your cunt so sore.
Soft dark golden hair, much like that of his beard, and then you noticed them. His twin balls.
You took a deep breath as you took him in your mouth, suckling on his head, following your instincts and what he had taught you.
Your hand coming up and cupping his balls, massaging them gently in your hand. You stopped when you felt him go stiff.
Pulling his cock out of your mouth you looked up at him. “Did I do something wrong?” as you wiped your spittle and his preejaculate off your mouth.
“No,” he shook his head. It wasn’t often that he was stunned. Not ever really. But you, taking that kind of initiative, to touch him without him asking for you to, did shock him just a little.
He held onto the back of your head, bringing his balls just next to your mouth, against your soft lips, “Suck on them,” he told you.
You suckled at one, working the other one with your hand as he pulled at the roots of your head.
“Fuck! Stop!” he heaved, pulling you away, “I have to save it for your beautiful cunt, my queen,” he told you as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead before he pushed you back down on the mattress.
Swiftly entering you, you were still as tight as the night of your wedding, which meant he had to be patient while fucking you, and he tried. He really did. But he was not a patient man. Especially not when you had just put your mouth on him and worked your magic in mere seconds.
He put most of his weight on you as he slowly pushed in and out of you, your face scrunched up in pleasure as you dug your nails into his shoulders.
With your pussy hugging him so well, almost as if it was made for him, as if you were made by the gods just for him.
“What have you done to me?” he rasped, touching his damp forehead to yours. You had weaved some sort of magic on him, making him crazy for you. Now it was hard to tell where he ended and you began.
You pressed a hand against your mouth to stop from giggling or making any sort of noise. Resting your back against the cool surface of the throne. You chose the back of the throne in the court as your place of hiding. Maybe it wasn’t the most strategic ploy but you were playing against a six year old.
Lila Barton had asked to play hide and seek with you. Only to receive a scolding from her nanny--to not bother the queen with such trivial matters.
It was as if you were reliving your childhood. You always felt you were made to grow up and be a lady too fast. With your mother and sisters telling you how important it was to act mature and be a lady, or you wouldn’t be able to marry well. Or marry at all.
So you jumped at the first opportunity to play with the kid. Making her count to twenty before looking for a place to hide. You had to go get your lessons for sewing so you didn’t have a lot of time, you hoped she would find you soon.
“But you’re not even considering it!”
You perked up when you heard the familiar voice, it was Lady Sharon! You had to thank her for all her advice, things had been going great with Steven ever since you listened to her. He had been opening up to you as well, although he was still as voracious in his love making. If anything... he wanted you even more now. Which you didn’t think could even be possible.
But some part of you absolutely loved it. And you knew you wouldn’t have it any other way.
You peaked out to see her, to maybe call her to join you on the floor, hiding behind the large throne. You frowned when you saw that she was holding onto Steven’s arm, looking up at him with a certain desperation in her eyes.
“There is nothing to consider. I’m a married man. It would be adultery – a crime,” he stated.
“Bu – but you promised, you told me you didn’t love her. You said you didn’t have any other choice. I’m not asking you to leave her for me, I know that’s not possible. I’m not a fucking idiot like her.”
You slapped a hand over your mouth again to keep your sobs in, tears streaming down your face as you watched your husband, and his lover, have a lovers quarrel.
You couldn’t hear any more of it. Couldn’t bear it breaking your heart anymore than it already had. You quickly got up, fleeing out of the room by the back entrance - which the servants often used.
“You watch your mouth when you speak of the queen,” he yanked his arm free of her, putting some distance between himself and her, “I didn’t make any promises like that. I told you I intended to be faithful to her even if I didn’t love her.”
He knew it was a mistake to ever get involved with Sharon. He never wanted to be a womanizer. But he had his needs. He didn’t think she would become so obsessed with him. He had broken off their short fling as soon as he became betrothed to you.
He felt responsible for all the rumours about him and her and her ruined reputation. So he had arranged for her to marry his good friend Stark but she had her mind set on him.
“I like the queen. She’s a good friend of mine. I don’t intend to replace her,” she explained. She had no interest in being a queen and having such tedious and boring responsibilities anyway—the power and the status that came along with it just wasn’t worth the hassle. She pitied you and how you just weren’t made for the job.
“But she can’t satisfy you, she can’t give you what you need-- What I can give you,” Being the Kings mistress would probably be better than being a Duchess and marrying some boring old man.
“Won’t you even think about it?”
“No I won’t. And you are to never speak of this again,” he warned her.
“Your grace...” Lydia was completely confused. Standing there with your dress in her hands as you frantically stuffed your clothes in a chest.
She had never seen two people as in love as you and the king. When she first met you, it didn’t seem as if you and Steven would make a good couple. She assumed your marriage would be like any other she had seen. Cold and distant.
Steve had never been smitten with a woman, she always felt there maybe something wrong with him. But he had grown so fond of you in such a short time. Even going as far as asking you to live with him in his chambers. Having the king around often made her duties to you challenging. But she was happy for you.
“I don’t understand. What wrong? Why do you want to leave so suddenly.” Does the king approve of your sudden departure? If not would she get in trouble for it?
“He lied to me,” you sobbed. “I thought--” you let out a hiccup.
“Calm down,” she said as she rubbed your forearms. She wasn’t afraid to touch you in such friendly ways, you weren’t as stuck up as most royals.
You took a deep breath as you tried to explain to your handmaiden why you both had to leave as soon as possible. Before Steven gets back. You’ll move all your things to the room you were supposed to live in and just lock him out of your chambers.
“I would’ve been fine living on my own. Just being a wife and a queen. But he made me believe... that we could be more. That he loved me. It’s not true,” you shook your head. “He lied. He has another lover.”
“Oh,” she let out. She was disappointed on your behalf but not surprised. It would be strange if the king didn’t have any other lovers. “I’m sorry, your grace.”
“I’ll be fine,” you sniffled. “This'll be a good lesson for me. My mother always told me I have my head in the clouds and should live in reality. That’ll teach me to dream.”
It was almost funny for her to watch you babble nonsense, stable boys, princesses and backstabbing friends, take a break to cry your heart out and then resume packing and trying to order all the other servants.
“What’s going on here?”
Everyone stopped moving as soon as they heard the kings voice. He of course looked at the Lydia for an explanation.
“The queen wants us to...”
“I’m moving back to my old chambers,” you briskly walked to him, standing right in front of him, looking him in the eye. He was much taller than you, making you crane your neck to actually get a good look at him, but you still tried to look intimidating and confrontational.
“Why?” he frowned. “Put everything back just as it was,” he ordered everyone.
“No!” you stomped your foot, looking very much like an indignant child who had his toy taken away, than a queen, “Don’t! We’re moving!” But of course nobody would listen to you over Steven. Not just because he was their king, but also because he was much more intimidating than you.
“Stop it!” he reprimanded you. “Whatever troubles you may have, we can sort them out together, but you are not moving back. And that’s the end of that.”
“No! I’m leaving! I’d like to see you try to stop me!” You hmphed. Pushing past him and making way for the door. You didn’t need to take your things with you now, you could just send for them later.
You screamed bloody murder when you felt Stevens arm around your stomach, as he threw you over his shoulder in the blink of an eye, “HELP!!” You yelled at the guards and your maids, who didn’t want to get involved, quickly scurrying out of the room.
“Ring the bell if you need anything, your grace,” Lydia said on her way out to you before she closed the door. It didn’t seem as if the king intended to do any real harm to you so she wasn’t that worried about you.
You kept on hitting his back, thrashing around his hold to break free, “Put me down!”
He threw you on your marital bed, his fingers making quick work of ridding him of his clothes so he could show you how he was just never going to let you go.
“Why do you even care? If I leave or not? You can just call for your lover!”
“My lover?” he frowned as he tried to push your skirts up your legs, which was proving to be a difficult task. Maybe he should’ve asked the maids to undress you before making them leave.
“Do you love her?” you asked, looking up at him and stopping your futile resistance for a few moments, your lips wobbly as you felt your vision blue with tears. You were born a princess, living a relatively sheltered life, never knowing pain so unbearable. As if you would never recover from this, you would never be the same.
You would never believe in love again.
“I have no clue what you’re talking about, petal,” he said, getting frustrated with all the buttons and ties on your dress and ripping your skirt apart. Which he regretted, just a little because you started crying again.
“No! I like this dress.”
“I’ll buy you another one. I’ll buy you a hundred more.” He said as he hovered over you, diving in to kiss your beautiful lips and make you stop saying such preposterous things.
You sniffled as you tried to push him away, making him gather your wrists in one hand and pinning them above your head.
“Stop it,” he told you. “When will you understand that you belong to me now? If I say you have to live with me, here, then that’s what you’ll do.”
“I’m not your slave,” you retorted as you tried to wiggle your hands out of his grip.
“Stop listening to rumors! There are plenty going around. I do not have a lover.”
“No. I saw it with my own eyes. You and Lady Sharon. Just this afternoon.”
“What did you see?”
“I... she said she was your lover...?” You tried to think of what exactly had been said between them. But you couldn’t remember. You were blinded by your fury and your sorrow.
“We used to be lovers, before you and I ever met, but not anymore. I could never think of another, I could never love anyone else,” he said softly as he touched your cheek with his other hand, “You want to know why?”
“Why?” you pouted, feeling a little stupid now.
“Because you’ve ruined me, my queen. You’ve made me a lovesick fool. I could never love anyone else the way I love you. Do you want to know how much I love you?” he asked as you meekly nodded.
Pulling his cock out of breaches, he pushed your skirts up, exposing your thighs to him, he rubbed his cock along the slick of your pussy.
“Did fighting with me make you wet, my queen?” he asked, making you avert your gaze.
“I...” it was the way he had simply thrown you around, how he just wouldn’t let you leave, “Maybe...”
“Hm, don’t start picking fights with me for no reason though. My poor heart won’t be able to bear it,” he cooed as he kissed your cheeks, wet from your tears. “You look beautiful when you cry, love, but I only want you crying when I’m fucking you, you understand?”
He pushed inside you, you were tighter than usual, it was difficult to even properly enter you. The pain of it of course made you cry again. You sobbed into the crook of his neck as he shushed you.
“You feel my love, darling,” he asked as he was buried to the hilt inside you, “I’ll give you a child soon enough. Then you’ll have a living breathing proof of it,” he whispered in your ear as he started steadily moving, making sure that he won’t hurt you.
“I wish... I was your one and only... like you are mine,” you sniffled as you held on to him, soon it is wasn’t hurting as much, it was a little uncomfortable but you could bear through it.
“You are my one and only. You’re the only woman I have ever loved. Do you love me, petal?”
He looked down at you, wanting you to say it. He needed you to love him, for you to say it to him, he needed to know you weren’t here just because you were scared of him.
“I love you, Steve,” you sniffled, rubbing your runny nose with the back of your hand.
He smiled at you, his hand trailing down both your bodies as he twisted your pearl between his fingers.
“It’s okay... it’s okay...” He kept telling you as you screamed at the top of your lungs, your climax making your mind and your vision fuzzy.
“I’m going to fill you up, petal,” he told you as he finished inside you, staying inside you for a long while after he was done just to make sure you knew how he belonged to you just as much as you belonged to him.
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spoiling her rotten.
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warnings | ddlg (daddies!stucky x little!reader), smutTtT, fingering, implied oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, squirting, forced orgasms? kind of getting there, restraints? (steve's holding reader down/open), dub-con? since reader is clearly reaching limits but they keep going, overstim
requested by anon | CONGRATS ON 2k+!!! i was wondering if i could request a stucky smut ddlg blurb :) something along the lines of little reader feeling kind of low so daddy steve and bucky cheer her up with multiple orgasms even when she’s super sensitive and saying she can’t anymore but they just keep praising her and telling her what a good girl she is <3
an | hi friend thanks so much for this request! tbh what a way to be cheered up lol, daddies would truly know just how to take care of you and get you feeling better. hope you enjoy!
"Come on sweetheart, just gotta let us take care of you," Steve hums into your hair as you writhe against him. He's got you positioned directly in front of him with your back pressed against his chest, your legs being held open by his own with his large hands wrapping around your thighs to keep your pussy nice and spread.
"That's right, doll. Gotta make sure we get our baby feeling aalll better," Bucky sings from his spot between your legs, two of his metal fingers pumping steadily into your soaking heat while he toys with your clit using his flesh hand. "What kind of daddies would we be if we didn't spoil our sweet little girl rotten, hmm?"
"Daddy, p-please," you pant, not sure which it is you're pleading to at this point, or maybe if it's both. "Too much, can't cum again," you whimper.
Chuckling, Steve raises an eyebrow, shifting one of his hands to pull back on the hood of your clit to allow Bucky to swirl his fingers directly over the swollen nub. "You can't? Oh, I think you can," he disagrees, both of the men smiling as they sense another orgasm quickly building up inside of you.
"There it is, that's it," Bucky encourages, quickening his pace inside you to ram almost painfully against your inner walls, the torturous sensation almost sending your eyes rolling into the back of your head. "Come on, little one. Cum for your daddies, goood," he croons as you cry out, clamping down on his metal fingers as you squirt out onto the already drenched bedsheets below.
"P-please," you beg as Bucky lowers his head down to come face to face with your quivering cunt, licking his lips at the sight. "No more, Daddy, please," but your efforts are futile.
"Shhh, it's okay," Steve soothes, lifting you gently and tilting you up to give Bucky a better angle. "Such a good girl for us, aren't you doll? Now let Buck have a taste of that pussy, honey. Gonna make you feel so good, don't you worry."
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First night | 2839 words
You're nervous to consummate your marriage with your new husband.
Steve x reader x Bucky
Some help | 5871 words
Steve recruits his brothers help in knocking you up.
Epilogue (coming soon)
Steve x reader (no Bucky)
His queen | 5291 words
Married life with Steve was amazing (although with a few bumps in the way) until you discovered a heartbreaking secret.
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Summary: Everything hurts but you allow Ransom to take care of you.
Warnings: Just fluff& emotions✨
Summary: Ransom looks simply ravishing from your place at the dining table, and you are not one for self-restraint. Not when it comes to him.
Warning: Kissing, sexual themes! Minors dni.
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Facade - coming soon
Summary: After he looses his wife and son, Andy pretends like he is absolutely fine when, really, he is not.
Warnings: hurt/comfort, alcohol, talk about death and mental health.
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Summary: You've gotten so used to Steve's closeness, when you should be fighting him with tooth and nail. Not anymore.
Warnings: Dark/yandere fic, angst; guilt, mentions of kidnapping, implication of death, hypothermia.
Despair [sequel to Blizzard]
Summary: After your little stunt Steve is nursing you back to health. What will happen now?
Warnings: Mention of death, Dark/yandere fic, angst, hurt/comfort(?), cursing, discussion of stockholm syndrome.
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Not Just A Hug.
Pairing: Chris Evans x F!Reader
Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is touch-starved. One friendly hug from Chris Evans leaves her wanting more, and him as well.
Author's Note: Hiya peeps! I was high in my feels when I wrote this 🤡 I'm the touch-starved one here lol n e ways... Enjoy!
Y/N didn't want to feel this way.
She watched as the couple in the movie hugged, her own arms tightening around herself. Why didn't she have that? A hug. Heck, it didn't even have to come from a significant other, all she needed was a hug. Just to feel something. Cared for, maybe. Groaning in frustration, she turned the TV off and trudged to the stairs, ready to get some sleep. She was sure the yearning would pass off by tomorrow.
In blunt words, Y/N Y/L/N was touch-starved. She grew up in a household where no affection was ever shown, and in her 24 years of life, she had never even been in a proper relationship. And so, the poor dear was longing. Longing for someone's touch, someone to hold her close, someone that could make all her pain go away. But oh well, one can't have all good things in life. Getting into bed, she switched off the lights and as soon as her head hit the pillow, she was out cold.
"Good morning, Y/N!"
"Good morning, sir, how are you doing?" Y/N smiled tiredly, keeping her backpack down on a nearby chair. "Splendid. How about you?" her kind-hearted boss smiled back, ruffling her hair. The simple act of affection made her knees go weak and she gripped the back of the chair she stood behind. "I'm doing well," she answered curtly.
Her boss made her feel like he was her father, even though her biological one was still alive.
"Great, great. Let me give you a few minutes to adjust, then I'll introduce you to the actors, okay?" He went away and Y/N sat down on the chair, taking a deep gulp of water from her bottle. Get yourself together! She had been feeling uneasy and miserable for the past week. Nothing helped; watching comedy didn't help, watching movies didn't help, and reading fanfictions certainly didn't calm her nerves.
Y/N even touched herself one night, that helped for a tiny bit before her nerves took over. And from that, she concluded that she was simply touch-starved. One familial hug would solve everything. But where was she even going to get one? Who would want to…? Not her family, she didn't have very many friends, and certainly not a stranger. Her boss, though amazing, wasn't big on hugs. "Y/N, come here, love!"
"Yes, sir!" she shouted back and stood up, making her way to her boss. He was chatting with three men, whom she instantly recognized. And she almost stopped in her tracks. "Y/N, I want you to meet Anthony Mackie, Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans," her boss, Mr Sean, smiled. "Hi," Anthony spoke first, holding his hand out. She took it with a weak smile, shaking it.
"I'm Y/N Y/L/N, nice to meet you." Sebastian shook her hand next. "Hey," he smiled as well. She nodded in acknowledgement and turned to the last man, Chris Evans. Instead of shaking her hand, he pulled her into a friendly hug. Y/N's entire body froze at how easily he enveloped her in his arms, squeezing gently. She couldn't even hug back and continued staring at the floor, paralyzed when he pulled away.
All four men noticed her rigidity. "Y/N?" She startled badly, jerking out of his touch when Mr Sean placed a hand on her shoulder. "I— uh, I— I'm sorry— it's nice to meet you," she stammered, speaking to Chris without looking at him. Chris, meanwhile, frowned because while being used to fans freezing up in his presence, Y/N's frigidity implied something else. "Nice to meet you too," he replied cautiously.
Y/N blinked away the sudden tears that formed in her eyes and whirled around, running to the bathrooms. Mr Sean, Anthony, Sebastian and Chris stared after her, confused. "Um… did I do something?" Chris drawled. "Oh no, no, it's probably just nerves. She loves meeting new people, maybe she likes you or something," Mr Sean teased jokingly and Sebastian and Anthony snickered as Chris flushed.
"Still, I should go check up on her. Be right back." He went in the direction where she had gone, stopping outside a bathroom door. He could hear sniffling coming from inside and his heart shattered. Chris knocked on the door twice, and she opened the door, her eyes going wide when she saw him. "Hi," he smiled as warmly as possible. Y/N stepped out of the bathroom, wringing her hands. "I'm sorry," she blurted out.
"I, uh, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable…"
"No, no, I was here to ask you the same thing! I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable, I didn't know you didn't like hugs—" She stopped him by shaking her head. "God, it's the opposite problem," she chuckled in a watery voice, wiping away stray tears. "What do you mean?" Chris cocked his head to the side in question. "I, um… I've never… I've never been hugged before, it, um…" She gulped on air.
Chris waited for her to continue. "It felt… foreign but nice. I forgot how to react, I'm… sorry. On top of that, I was basically in a shitty mood all week and the hug was absolutely welcome, it's just— I've— well, you know…" Chris blinked in surprise before smiling softly. "Come here." He pulled her into his arms again, this time hugging her tighter than before. She needs this. Y/N wrapped her arms around his middle, her face buried in his chest.
"Everyone needs a hug once in a while, I get that," he whispered, resting his cheek on her head as he pulled her flush against him. "Thank you, that was really appreciated," she breathed out when she pulled away 5 minutes later. Chris smiled at her, wiping the tears on her cheeks with his thumbs. "Why don't we go back?" She agreed and he put an arm around her, walking back to where Mr Sean, Sebastian and Anthony were.
"All okay, love?" Mr Sean asked worriedly, smirking a bit when he saw Chris' arm around her. "I'm doing well, sorry about the breakdown. Just a shitty week I've had…" she apologized profusely and he shook his head. "No worries. I'm glad you're okay." With that, Chris left her side, following the three other men to wherever Mr Sean was leading them. And before turning around the corner, he turned to look at Y/N one last time.
He found her already staring at him and smiled to himself, butterflies fluttering in his stomach. He waved at her and finally turned his attention to Mr Sean.
"Chris, I'm eat—" Y/N groaned loudly when Chris took her in his arms, pressing a smooch to her cheek. "Shut up, I missed you," he whined childishly but let her go. She sat back down and rolled her eyes at him as he plopped down in front of her, stealing a fry from her plate. He poked his tongue out at her when she pouted at him. "It was just a week." She had taken a break from work.
7 months had passed since they met. They had become very good friends, and Chris made sure he provided her with physical affection every chance he got. Not only for her sake, but for his as well. He was quickly falling for the pretty lady, and holding her in his arms felt therapeutic. "So? No one on the sets is as fun as you are." She laughed heartily at his words. "I would beg to differ, Anthony and Sebastian are awesome!"
"Ha, suck it!" Sebastian exclaimed from where he was sitting a few feet away, busy on his phone. "Really, darling?" Chris rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Look at them. Perfect body with a perfect smile," she sang, laughing when the frown on Chris' face deepened. Sebastian was shaking with laughter on his seat. "And what about me?" Chris decided to tease her. Y/N faltered, but only for a second. Truth was, she liked him too.
But she didn't want to tell him; not many people can say they were great friends with Chris Evans and she didn't want to lose that. "Was I talking about you? Nope. I was talking about them! Where is Anthony, anyway?" Chris crossed his arms, leaning back on his seat. "He is filming a scene," Sebastian answered her, "Hey, who's the most handsome actor you've worked for?"
Y/N blinked at his question but smiled coyly. "Hm, let's see, I got to work with Jason Momoa once… Idris Elba too… you're in the top 5..." she listed, counting on her fingers. "And what about him?" Sebastian smirked, glancing at Chris. She turned to him, squinting her eyes as if studying him. Chris unconsciously preened under her gaze. "I'm not sure…" Sebastian laughed loudly as Y/N finished her food.
"Come on now, we both know I top that list," Chris smirked, catching her joke. "And what if I told you you do?" she challenged, raising an eyebrow at him. "Then I'd simply be honored that I top the the most handsome actor I've ever worked with list of the most beautiful woman I've ever met in my life," he smiled softly and Y/N froze, staring at him with her jaw dropped. "Now that's smooth," Sebastian commented.
"Wha— I— huh?" she stammered, blinking at him. "Really, I'm not kidding," he shrugged, thanking the Lords above for the sudden boost of confidence. "I'm— that can't be true," she scoffed. "How about I take you out on a date to prove it?" he smirked, loving the way her eyes bulged out of their sockets. "Me? You really wanna take me out on a date? Why?" He dramatically slapped a hand to his forehead.
"Just say yes, Y/N, I don't think he's gonna budge any time soon. He's been wanting to do that ever since we met you," Sebastian told her, laughing when Chris sneered at him. "What?! If I find out you're kidding, you're dead," she hissed, glaring at Chris. "I'm not kidding, I do want to take you out on a date," he sighed, raising his arms in surrender. Without another word, Y/N got up and hugged him tightly.
"Yes, oh my God," she whispered and Chris grinned, readily hugging back. "Get ready to go on the best date ever. Today, 6:30, don't be late," he whispered in her ear, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips when she pulled away. And all of a sudden, a flash went by. "Stan!" Chris shouted as Sebastian howled with laughter, holding his phone up. "Delete the photo, bitch!" Sebastian got up from his seat when Y/N stormed towards him.
"No!" he whined, starting to run. Y/N followed him, both of them running around the room like little kids.
"I look horrible—"
"I mean, kinda…"
"Hey now, that's rude!"
"I'm kidding. But I'm not deleting the photo!"
"Ya know, *huff*, you look cute when you're angry. Like a little puppy."
"I'm nothing like a puppy."
"Sebastian! Give me the phone!"
"It's mine, I'm not giving it to you!"
Chris only watched their banter with a smile. Sebastian was right, he had wanted to ask her out since the day they met. And now, he was finally going to go out with her. Mark him as the happiest man on planet Earth. "What the hell is going on here? I leave for 2 minutes…" Chris snorted and turned to look at Anthony, who entered the room with a confused look on his face.
"Delete it, please!"
"I'm not deleting shit, Y/N."
"Come on, Seb, pwease…"
"No, no no, you know that— pronounce your L's properly!"
Chris hid his guffaws behind his hand as Sebastian faltered. His girl was cute and he knew it. When Anthony sat down next to him, Chris told him everything and Anthony also laughed, watching Sebastian and Y/N with a smile. "Y'all keep fighting like that and everyone on the set is going to think that y'all are dating," he yelled and Sebastian and Y/N turned to him. "I mean, hey, look at me," Sebastian wiggled his eyebrows.
Chris frowned and got up, stalking over to them. "Back off, she's mine," he chided, pulling Y/N into him. "Ha, see? All you, sweetheart. Would anyone believe it if you told them you met each other 7 months ago?" Y/N went limp against Chris, tired after running so much. Chris held her up easily, pressing his lips to the top of her head. "Probably not." Chris dragged her back to her chair and she slumped on it.
The last thing she heard before passing out was Chris saying, "...Go find someone else…" to Sebastian. When she fell asleep, Chris turned to see Sebastian smiling down at his phone. "Are you ever going to delete that photo?" Sebastian looked up. "I just sent it to you. Look at it and tell me to delete it again." Chris blinked in confusion but opened his chat with Sebastian, his eyes going wide with awe when he saw the photo.
It was adorably candid; Y/N's hair was slightly tousled as both she and Chris smiled into the kiss. "Thanks for not deleting it," Chris muttered, saving the picture on his phone. "Anytime, pal."
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One day, some day
Summary : How much heart ache and pain can one person endure and if so how? Loving someone never hurt this bad.
Warnings! : Story contains mentioning of stillbirth and stillborn child. Read with caution! If this topic makes you uncomfortable or triggers you in any way, then I suggest you not to continue reading this. Please be aware of the warning given.
Word count : 1,966
Chris is taken back, puzzled even when he sees you at his niece's soccer game. Your back is turned facing him but there's no way that he could ever mistake you for someone else. He knows you.
You're talking to his sister Carly whilst laughing and joking around. The two of you seem oblivious to his presence. Before Chris can greet his sister, she runs off towards a cry that is heard across the field. One of the other girls has tackled Stella. Your face shines with concern as you watch your former 'sister in law' comfort her child.
There's a brief moment where you don't know whether or not to go for the hug or the awkward handshake. You go for the halfway-sided hug. Your heart clenches as he lets go of you. Your scent fills his nostrils. That sweet smell of home that now no longer was his home.
"Not to sound rude but what are you doing here?"
"Oh, well Carly invited me to come and see Miss Ronaldo over there. You know how much I loved coming to these sorts of things. "
"Ohh... That's nice."
Chris was a bit surprised to say the least.
"I didn't know that you two still hung out"
"Well, she texts me whenever I'm in town ish. It's nice."
As you stand watching the girls running around the field, you both share a laugh when Carly the Soccer mom-Evans hops around screaming in joy when her daughter scores a goal. Chris follows quickly yelling out his cheer for the sweetheart on the field.
"Yeah, that she is."
There’s a comfortable silence between the two of you as you watch the game.
Your eyes dart over to a mom on the sideline with a stroller. On her body was a tiny human strapped tightly in a wrap. You would make out the tiny little head. Once again, your heart clenches uncomfortably in your chest. It’s almost too much.
Chris' eyes follow yours watching the mom on the sideline. Chris wants nothing more than to reach out for you and hold you. How he wishes that you suddenly would scream at him 'hold me, love me' alas you don’t. You haven’t for years. The two of you share a common thought at that exact same moment.
Your eyes are still focused on the baby.
'That could've been us.’
Chris' eyes darted to yours.
‘That should've been us.’
A loud voice break you both out of your thoughts.
"Aunt Y/N, Aunt Y/N! Did you see me? I made my first ever goal!"
Stella barely waits for you to prepare yourself before she launches herself into your somehow waiting arms. You manage to hoist the girl up in your arms beaming down at her.
"Of course, I saw! You were amazing, sweetie. You're going to do well."
Stella giggles loudly as you tickle her sides before setting her down on the ground. Her hand is still holding onto yours. Chris soaring seeing the interaction between the two. You had always been great with his niece and nephews. It was seeing you with them that convinced him that you would make an amazing mother one day. Some day.
Once Stella notices her uncle, she immediately jumps on him explaining how she trained for the game. Chris grins as she enthusiastically and animatedly tells him everything that has happened during the time he was away.
"Y/N, I hope you're coming back home with us. We're gonna get the grill going. Everyone is back home waiting."
"Sure. I'd love to if it's okay with Chris?"
Before Chris could say anything, Stella interrupts the grown-ups.
"Of course! Uncle Chris talks about you all the time and we all love you so. You can come too and-..."
"That's enough, young lady."
You’re still waiting for Chris’ acceptance and sighs a bit in relief when he softly nods his head to you.
"Okay, great then! We'll see you at home then. And Stella maybe you and I can talk about when it's best to say nothing."
The girl grabbed her mother's hand as they walked off the field.
"Mooom, you've said it too that you think they should get their heads outta their but-..."
"And we're walking this way, little miss."
Chris lets out a small yet nervous chuckle as you get eye contact.
“She still calls you aunt, huh?”
“I guess it kind of stuck...I can’t bring myself to tell her otherwise.”
“It would be a shame.”
You and Chris look at one another for a few moments before he looks around.
"You want to ride with me or did you drive yourself?"
"I got my own wheels but thanks. I'll just meet you there."
Chris nods his head and begins to walk off. Just as he gets into his car, his phone goes off. It's Carly calling him.
"Hey, what's up?"
"Chris, are you still at the school?"
"Yeah, just about to take off."
"Stella thinks she forgot her backpack at the gym hall. Would you please go and grab it? It's a Frozen bag with Anna and Elsa on it."
"Well that narrows it down for sure… Don't all girls have a backpack like that?”
“Okay, sure. I'll get right on it."
The backpack was nowhere to be found. He ends up spending 10-15 minutes searching for that damn bag. Until a woman he had seen earlier at the game, calls him out asking if he were looking for a backpack. Chris sighs in relief. Things would not have gone down that well had he not been able to track down that bag.
On his way back to the car, he walks across the field. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots someone sitting down by the bleachers. When squinting his eyes, he realizes that it’s you. He walks over quietly and sits down next to you.
"I thought you were gonna join us back at Carly's?"
"I am. I just needed to sit down for a while."
Chris let out a small hum as you both watch the skies turning another shade. Some time passes and Chris isn’t even sure how long it’s been since you guys had sat down together like this. Chris' hands feel sweaty and he releases a shaky breath.
"What do you think he would've been like?"
You close your eyes for a moment before a sad smile appears on your face. Tears fall from your eyes now.
"He would've been.... Amazing."
Chris looks down at his hands. They're shaking a little bit. He tries to blink the tears away. Before he can say or do anything, a small hand grips one of his tightly. As if afraid to let go. Chris' heart is pounding in his chest. He looks down at your now intertwined hands. A sob leaves his body as he lets go for once in so long. His teary eyes meet yours.
"Yeah?... You think so?"
"I can't imagine it any differently."
It's like a faucet had been turned on and left running. Chris can't get a hold of himself as he lets go of his feelings. Several sobs echo across the field. Chris hides his face in his and your hands trying to quiet down with no luck. You let him cry. No one knows the pain you feel other than Chris. Only the two of you know what it's like having to say goodbye to your newborn baby boy. Watching that tiny little casket being lowered into the ground.
Time passes as you both sit there on the bleachers finding a somewhat comfort in each other for the first time in a long time. Chris raises up and wipes his face before facing away from you trying to regain some control. As he breathes out heavily, he looks back at you. You take his face in your hands and ever so gentle, you trace his jaw, cheekbones and small wrinkles by his forehead and eyes. You caused some of those frowns.
Several of those frowns began forming when the doctors had rushed off with you fearing that there were some complications regarding the birth of Theodore Y/L/N- Evans. Chris remembers hearing certain words like pre-eclampsia, high blood pressure, placental abruption and problems with the placenta. He recalls watching your scared face as they rolled you out of your room as Chris helplessly watched them take off with the two most important people in the world. The world shattered once your doctor came back with the news that Theodore Y/L/N - Evans was stillborn. Chris had never felt such pain in his life when the doctors induced your labor. The nurses and doctors were wonderful to you and Chris. As you'd delivered your baby. Both you and Chris are crying. There was only one cry, you both wanted to hear but never would be able to hear. His. Little baby Theo’s cry.
Chris' breathing has slowed down and he seems more controlled as he feels your soft hands on his face. You still have that effect on him.
“He turns 3 this year...Would have.”
Chris’ breathing is still shaky as you trace the smile wrinkles.
He leans into your touch as you caress his soft cheek. You let out a sad sigh and can only offer an equally sad but soft smile.
"He would've looked just like you. This nose, that's just too much and your cheeks, very squeeze-able... These soft features that would’ve made it hard for anyone to stay mad at him for long."
Chris' lips start quivering as you softly speak while caressing his skin.
"He would've grown up to be a spitting image of his father."
Chris relishes in feeling your hands. Hands, he hasn’t felt in years. The two of you sit like that for a while. Chris’ heart starts to clench as he feels you pulling back knowing what it means.
“I should go… Would you mind talking to Carly for me?”
You raise to stand up with every intention of leaving. However, before you can, you reach down cupping his chin in your hand before you slowly lean in and press a kiss to his lips. Chris kisses you back with all the passion in the world wanting to show you how much he still loved and loves you.
Tears are flowing from both your eyes. As you finally part, you look one last time into those blue eyes.
“I have to go.”
You wipe your tears away as you turn to leave, Chris’ hand stops you when grabbing your wrist. Your eyes fill up with tears as you find the last bit of strength inside you to say one last thing to him.
“I love you.”
Your voice cracks at the end and you blink away the tears.
His own voice unsteady and shaky as he finds the words. Chris lets go of your hand eventually as he watches you walk away from him again. His heart breaking once more but knowing you, he knows your heart is breaking too. He knows that you love him, which makes it all the more painful. He watches you walking across the field arms wrapped tightly around yourself probably trying to withhold yourself from turning back around.
You gasp as you hurriedly walk off. As much as you love him, you can’t stay. Being around him only makes you think of what you have both lost. No matter how much you love him, staying seems impossible for the time being. A glimmer of hope is somewhere in you. Hope that there could still be a time for you and Chris. A hope that maybe… one day. Some day.
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Dancing in the kitchen
Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: pretty shitty and short lol :') 💕
A/N: just a shitty drabble for the birthday girl 💕💕 @sylvie-writes 😙🥰
Also, I found " dancing in the kitchen" while writing this 👀
We're dancing in the kitchen
You and me alone tonight
This was what you needed after a hectic day, from spilling the coffee on your favorite top in the morning to listening to your boss's continuous orders and then being stuck in the traffic for half an hour. This was surely not the day wanted or deserved.
And on top of that, you were sad because your lovely boyfriend wasn't even there to make it better.
But then, you reached home and saw him standing there preparing dinner. The smile he gave you, melting your heart and suddenly you weren't tired as before.
He came back early for you. You didn't know, what you did to deserve someone as sweet as him.
You walked over to him to attack him with a tight hug.
"You came" you mumbled against his chest.
"Of course I did. Could leave you alone today"
He smiled and tried to free himself from your grip to get back to cooking but you didn't let him and turned off the stove.
Steve chuckled and hugged you again. Slowly you started to sway on the song he was listening to. You looked at him and smiled.
"Happy Birthday love" he whispered before bending his head to capture your lips into his.
You both swayed slowly in the kitchen, your small hand engulfed in his larger one.
You sighed softly, resting your head on his chest. He kissed your head before resting his face against it.
With a small smile on his face, he thought. What did he do, to deserve you :')
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The Last Deed
Summary; you finally catch up to the man who killed your family.
Pairing: reader x Mafia Lord Curtis Everett
Warnings; death, mafia au
Word Count: 209
Scarlet liquid stained the front of your dress, yet, you ignored it. The squirming body beneath you only caused you to grit your teeth in absolute triumph. Your knuckles hurt as your fists balled in the collar of his shirt.
“You killed my family, Curtis,” you spoke through anguished tears. “And I’m not going to sit here while you float behind closed doors, sipping away at some poor champagne.”
“You’re not going to get away with this,” he spat in your face, his left palm gripping your wrist, the other pinned down under your thigh. “My men-“
“-are dead dogs walking.” You lifted him up only to slam him back down against the desk surface. The office surrounding you was in ruins; the windows broken, curtains torn away from the walls. The desk cracked nearly in half. The carpet stains with alcohol and blood in the furious fight. “I told you, if I ever caught up to you, I’d kill you.”
“We used to be friends, Y/N.” He whispered, the panic still set in his voice. “Their death was an accident.”
“Goodbye, Curtis.” With one swift click of a finger, the man standing across the room fired his gun, aiming at Curtis Everett. “I’ll see you in hell.”
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SHUSH ik this is weird but why does Chris Evans acting a lil fruity so ATTRACTIVE TO ME...no joke, i find it attractive *runs away*
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Ari Levinson Masterlist
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😈 Indicates dark content.
Ari Levinson x Female!Reader | Word Count: 1,631
Summary: You stumble upon Ari in his downtime and he makes it worth your while.
Warnings: Smut. Explicit language. Explicit sexual content. 18+ 🥵
Kinktober 2020 Prompt 6: Size Kink w/Ari Levinson
Ari Levinson x Female!Reader | Word Count: 4,497
Summary: You’re a sweet little bean, and Ari’s smitten and horny AF.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. AU probably. Smol bean reader because size kink trope. Smutttt 18+ 🥵
Ari Levinson x Female!Reader | Word Count: 3,002
Summary: Ari showers you with gifts on Valentine’s Day.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. Unprotected sex. Size kink. Slight beard kink. Oral sex (m receiving). Vaginal fingering. Slight cockwarming. AU. 18+ 🥵
Andy Barber x Fem!Reader; Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader; Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader;
Summary: A mob AU series starring Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, and Ransom Drysdale (and their respective fem!Readers).
Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. Mob AU. Mentions of murder, violence, drug trafficking, gambling, prostitution, escort services, and various other mob activities. 18+ 🥵😈
Ari Levinson x Female!Reader | Word Count: 13,351
Summary: You lived a quiet, boring life with your gran, avoiding your omega designation and terrified at the mere concept of alphas...until a kind, handsome alpha buys the cabin up the hill from yours and inadvertently turns your simple, little life upside down.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. A/B/O dynamics. Innocent!Virgin!Reader. Slight age gap. Minor character deaths. Violence. Murder. Reference to domestic violence. Reference to alcoholism. Reference to murder. Kidnapping. Slight bondage. Slight dub con. Vaginal fingering. Unprotected sex. Dirty talk. Praise kink. Slight innocence kink. Soft!dark elements. AU. 18+ 🥵
Ari Drabbles, Headcanons, Imagines, Etc.
Beard Ride 🥵
Skinny Dipping 🥵
Finally Home 🥵
Quarantine Workout 🥵
Ari/Ransom/Andy Foursome 🥵
Fave Position (Steve; Ransom; Andy; Ari) 🥵
Eating Out (Andy; Ari) 🥵
Safe Word 🥵
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Robert Pronge (aka Mr. Freezy) Masterlist
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😈 Indicates dark content.
Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge x Female!Reader | Word Count: 2,676
Summary: There was a reason why you were counting down the days until your apartment lease was up.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. Smut. Non con. Dark fic. 18+ 🥵😈
Kinktober 2020 Prompt 12: Obsession w/Mr. Freezy
Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge x Female!Reader | Word Count: 2,632
Summary: Robert shows you his collection, then makes you part of it.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. Kidnapping. Slight dub con. Anal play. AU probably. 🥵😈
Kinktober 2020 Prompt 17: Overstimulation w/Mr. Freezy
Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge x Female!Reader | Word Count: 3,540
Summary: You’d lost count of how many days you’d been here, locked away as his little plaything, but one thing you knew for sure? You didn’t want to make him angry.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. Non con. Dub con. Overstimulation. Vaginal fingering. Anal play. Smut. Dark fic. 🥵😈
Ransom Drysdale x Female!Reader; mild Mr. Freezy x Female!Reader
Summary: After witnessing a murder, you’re taken captive and caught up in a web of wicked deeds, deceit, and dark desire, unsure of who’s the lesser of two evils: the smooth talking devil with the face of an angel or the terrifying hitman who does all of his dirty work for him.
Warnings: Explicit language. Explicit sexual content. Kidnapping. Reference to murder for hire. Non con touching. Non con exhibitionism. Non con voyeurism. AU. Dark fic. 18+ 🥵😈
Wicked & Willing
Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge x Female!Reader | Word Count: 1,097
Summary: It’s late at night and you’re all alone when the intruder appears, and your home isn’t the only thing he wants to ruin.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. Virgin!Reader (but she’s in her 20s). Implied loss of virginity. Light degradation. Dom/Sub vibes. Dark elements. 18+ 🥵😈
Freezy Drabbles, Headcanons, Imagines, Etc.
Mr. Freezy’s Special Cream 🥵😈
Where Do You Think You’re Going? 🥵😈
Delightful divider made by the talented @firefly-graphics 😍
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I was legit thinking I’d get maaaybe 7 likes on that CE post.
I guess it’s gonna happen.
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