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piggyjeans · 2 years

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Hey! If you are taking request can you do one where the teen reader brings their partner on set and they aren't good news? Sebastian and Evans are very protective and try to make you see it and you end up believe them after an incident

Sebastian stan x teen!reader, chris evans x teen!reader, Sebastian stan x coworker!reader, chris evans x coworker!reader, Sebastian stan x platonic!reader, chris evans x platonic!reader

Requested by @youre-amazing-say-it

Readers pronouns: she her :P

Warnings: ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP!!! A lot of gaslighting, he hits her at one point, mentions of killing small lil animals but not explained graphically just mentioned in passing, also mentions of aggression and hitting ppl for no reason… underage sex mentions a few times.. mentions of parents being divorced.. yea… longest list of warnings I’ve ever written!

(A/n): this wasn’t proof read as usual soooo yeah and I don’t really read my fics through so lmk if there’s a mistake or anything. lmk if u wanna be added to my taglist as well! I’ve been mindblowingly stressed lately and might get grounded soon so if I drop off the face of the earth yk why. But I’ll write as much as I can before then. Notes r appreciated, enjoy <3

Filming has felt like it’s been going on for ages. It honestly felt never ending! And as much as you loved your co-workers and never wanted to leave them, filming a superhero movie is hard work.

You even had your 16th birthday on set. Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans were the ones to set up this whole surprise impromptu sweet sixteen for you. Well, as sweet as a sweet sixteen can get on a professional and incredibly expensive set. But the cheap dollar tree birthday decorations fell off all of the surfaces long before anyone had to worry about damaging any props by taking them down.

They even invited your boyfriend! You avoided talking about him on set because you don’t want to appear unprofessional. It’s difficult enough being a teenage girl in this industry. However, Chris and Sebastian are different from anyone you’ve ever worked with before. And definitely different from your average man.

They dragged it out of you after they saw you smiling at your phone. And you told them all about it, Sebastian literally sat on his stomach on the couch in your trailer, kicking his feet back and forth. And Chris sat on your ottoman smiling fondly as you spoke about your boyfriend, the love of your life.

“We met in middle school. In detention,” You mutter quietly, your cheeks flushing pink.

Chris widens his eyes and side glances at Sebastian. You keep your gaze averted to your hands in your lap, playing with your old, chipped nail polish. “Ooh, a bad boy,” Sebastian lightly teases, sensing the shift in the once comfortable environment. “Why were you in detention?” Chris offered with a light smile.

You glance up shyly. You've missed this, being able to be a normal teenager who could sit around with her girlfriends and gossip. Well, Sebastian and Chris weren’t the ‘girlfriends’ you’d made in high school, but they definitely would make do for however long it took to film this godforsaken project. “He spent every Friday after school in detention. He was aggressive, he was a bully, and he would hit his friends just for fun. During free period, my classmates would tell me he killed frogs and rabbits and stuff,” You gush about him with an aura of such delight, but as you progress further into your love speech, you become disgusted with the things you’re saying, and your blind love starts to wear off.

“Anyways, I told off my PE teacher just to be with him in detention. Also, I was just starting my period and he wouldn’t let me sit out, so,” you trail off awkwardly, looking down to your hands to play with them again. An attempt to avert the attention away from your possibly psychopath boyfriend.

Chris and Sebastian are quiet for way too long, but you’re too scared to look up and meet their eyes, scared you’d said something wrong. “How long ago was this?” Chris finally questions quietly, you look up at him and Sebastian, seeing their concerned eyes fall upon your unknowing gaze.

“We were fourteen. He’s not a bad guy. He just had… issues as a kid. His parents were getting divorced and stuff…” you reassured them, guessing what they were thinking from the looks on their faces. You’ve had this talk a hundred times before. With your parents, who have never approved of him. And your friends, some of whom you lost because of your boyfriend. But you figured it only brought the two of you closer together, even if you painfully lost some of your best friends in the process.

“Aren’t your parents divorced?” Chris hesitated softly, you nod with a confused look on your face. “Did you ever punch your classmates in the face?” Sebastian adds. Suddenly you feel very defensive over your boyfriend. He’s had hard times in the past, but no one knows him like you do. No one understands him like you do. No one loves him like you do.

But you can’t articulate any of those feelings, nothing comes out. You open and close your mouth several times to say something, like a fish. But you can’t think of anything, your mind draws a blank. Finally, something; “This is unprofessional. I’d like you to leave.”

…

At your sweet sixteen, Sebastian and Chris had the pleasure of spending time with your boyfriend before you had arrived. Inviting him a little earlier than the rest of the guests. You spoke so highly of him, they figured he felt the same way about you. So they figured he’d know you so well, and he’d like to help set your party up. Only the best for their collective y/n.

When he strolled onto set with both hands free, shoved into his pockets, Sebastian nodded up to gesture and show Chris he was approaching. No words were shared, but the silence said enough as they watched the boy approach them, looking judgemental and smug as he glanced around the room at the cheap decorations.

He nodded his head to the men as he approached them, as his way of greeting them. They glanced at each other before Sebastian spoke, “hey, I’m Sebastian. This is Chris. You’re Jacob?”

“Yeah,” Jacob simply spoke. Not meeting the man’s eyes, seeming extremely bored and uninterested with this conversation and this environment.

“I’ve heard a lot about you, man. It’s great to finally meet you,” Chris added happily, holding his hand out for Jacob to shake. Jacob pressed his lips together in a smile and nodded.

Chris furrowed his brows and held his hand out for a moment longer before bringing it down to grab a piece of tape to attach to a streamer. He kept his mouth closed for the time being.

Sebastian scanned the boy, “gifts or cards or whatever…” he paused, his eyes searching for any sign of anything that could be your type, “you can put them over in that basket.”

Jacob finally opened his mouth to form a sentence, a very bold one at that, “Oh, I’ll give her a present tonight. At her hotel.” He smirked, meeting the both of the men's eyes.

They both paused what they were doing to stare at the boy, speechless. Sebastian’s mouth agape, “We stay in our trailers on set, we don’t have hotels,” Chris explained as he narrowed his eyes and stood up straighter, confused by what this young man might be insinuating.

“Well then, when the trailers ‘rockin…” he courageously esponded, with a daring and fearless tone in his voice. Sebastian bit back the urge to allow his entire body to shiver at the conversation they were having with this boy, who’s conversation could only be held by the topic of sex. And in the context of y/n? They weren’t liking this, not one bit. Especially with the prior knowledge you had informed them of.

Thankfully not long after, more guests started to arrive, and they had other things to focus on, more people to greet, and Jacob moved onto Better things. Tormenting other people.

Further into the night, neither Sebastian nor Chris could shake whst Jacob said to them about you. Neither of them mentioned it to each other, but they had a hard time focusing on anything else.

When you arrived, completely shocked and so thankful, they put on a beautiful front. You didn’t suspect anything was wrong with them. Perhaps because you were so wrapped up in the beauty, the happiness, and the thankfulness because of your coworkers, but also the stress you were automatically filled with when you locked eyes with your boyfriend.

Jacob walked over to you, as you stood in the middle of the room, and he grabbed your waist tightly. He instantly shoved his lips into yours, and forcefully kissed you in front of everyone, all your coworkers, your friends, And the staff and directors and those alike. Those you tried so hard to be professional around.

So here you were, in quite the predicament. You loved your boyfriend, and knew what would happen to you if you made him unhappy or said no to him. But you also had a job to keep, a reputation to withhold, and you were only a teenager, in a very vulnerable state in front of all your coworkers, who you’ve previously done a good job at keeping aspects of your personal life from in the past.

After a shocking second of aggressive making out, you pull away softly, looking up softly into his eyes. You hadn’t seen him in so long, you missed his pretty eyes. You’d rather appreciate him, not his saliva in your mouth. But when you pulled away from the kiss, he looked at you confused, and as you looked at him with happy, innocent eyes, he forcefully pulled his hand off your waist, and for lack of a better word, shoved you off of him, walking away to the drink table.

You would have followed him like you usually do, to console him and apologize and make sure he’s okay. But that reputation. You’re worried that only made it worse. So you attempt to act as if nothing just happened, plastering a large, toothy grin to your face. Walking over to Sebastian and Chris and giving them a huge group hug. The party continued without the awkward silence, and moved on as if there wasn’t just a make out session right in the middle of the room.

You socialize with the party guests, and blush as everyone wishes you a happy sixteenth birthday. You wait until the cake is served and you’ve taken a bite or two of your slice, giving your compliments to the chef, before setting your place down since you couldn’t stomach any more, and walking over to Jacob. Who’s spent the remainder of the party sitting in the corner looking utterly betrayed.

“Hi Jakey,” You softly whisper as you approach him. You place a small kiss on his lips in an attempt to redeem yourself for before.

He shoves you away from him again, not kidding you back, “oh, so now you’re comfortable with kissing?” He asks sternly. You watch his angry figure with dad and confused eyes.

“I just didn’t wanna do it in front of all my coworkers. Jakey, that’s weird, we’re barely sixteen.” You attempted to comfort softly, but he rolled his eyes, stomping out of the party. You were thankful not many people noticed, at least that you could see.

He stomped off of set, you following him quickly behind, attempting to preserve this relationship in any way you can. You figured the downfall was coming soon enough, but you would rather it not be today.

“You never want to kiss me in public. You’re embarrassed of me!” He yells at you. Tears sting your eyes as you accept the fact that you’re back in the toxic environment you worked so hard to leave. This is why secretly you’ve been loving all the production delays and how long it’s taken to wrap filming. You love being away from home, because it means you don’t have to deal with this.

“Jake, I have no problem displaying affection in public! I’m not embarrassed of you, I just don’t think everyone needs to see what we do,” you start strongly, before he cuts you off in annoyance and impatience, “so you’re admitting you think I don’t deserve to be seen with you in public! What, is it because you became an actor? So I’m not good enough for you now because I’m just a high schooler? I’m just Jacob, and ‘oh, look at me I'm big time actor big deal y/n’, huh!? That’s all I am to you!?”

He scoffs angrily, his volume increasing, “And, I was going to give you birthday sex too. Yeah.”

You quietly let his words sink in as you weigh your options and try to think of what to say. Once again your brain is failing you, you have no clue how to react in this situation.

“Get off my set,” You quietly mumble after nearly a minute of silence. He scoffs.

“Get, off of my fucking set,” you growl at him, not moving a muscle. Your brain initially made you consider stepping up to him, but you’re significantly shorter than him, so you decided against that. But it didn’t matter anyway, because he approached you and slapped you directly across the face. You don’t react. Not at all, it barely even phases you and you simply blink.

You don’t have to say anything else, as he slowly makes his way off the set and out of the parking lot, towards the bus station. But you don’t care where he’s going or how he’s getting there. You just hope he stays gone.

As you watch his silhouette fade into the street lamps and surrounding scrambling bodies going in all different directions, you hear two people running up behind you. You don’t need to turn around or hear their voices to know they’re Sebastian and Chris.

“Are you okay?” Sebastian worried, cradling your cheek. “That little shit slapped you,” Chris huffed angrily as he watched his body emerge.

“He does that to me all the time. It’s just because we watched it in a movie together, it’s just an inside joke.” You quietly stare into the distance blankly.

“Y/n,” Sebastian says, looking into your helpless innocent eyes.

“No, it’s not,” Chris says softly.

“No, it’s not.” You whisper quietly.

That’s the first time you came clean, the first time you realized something was wrong. The first time you stopped lying about the things he did to you and how he made you feel. The first time you stopped letting him isolate you from everyone else.

You reconnected with the friends you lost because of him. The first time in a long time you had an open, honest conversation with your parents. You spoke in passing about things he did to you, and didn’t rush to excuse his behavior. You let speculation be speculation, because the speculation was fact. And you had the trauma to prove it.

You talked to Sebastian and Chris about it a lot. They were there to listen to it all, they welcomed you In with open arms. Lucky for you filming didn’t wrap for several months after your sweet sixteen, after your sophomore year of high school ended, during summer break. So you didn’t have to worry about seeing Jacob or purposely getting yourself sentenced to detention to make out with him much to the dismay of the detention supervisor of the day.

And lucky for you, when junior year started, after weeks of freaking out and crying and calling Sebastian and Chris, you found out that Jacob had moved upstate to live with his mother, because she got custody.

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supercap2319 · 1 year

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Y/N: “Steve?”

Steve: “Yes, Y/N?”

Y/N: *Smiles* “You didn’t tell me your brothers were so cute and sexy.”

Ransom: “The kid has good taste, Stevie.”

Johnny: “Yeah, I know I’m hot.”

Andy: “Thank you for the compliment, Y/N.”

Steve: *Puts his head in his hands*

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #young maximoff sibling #male maximoff #chris evans x you #chris evans x male reader #chris evans x y/n #ransom drysdale #johnny storm #andy barber #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x male reader #captain america x male reader #mcu captain america #Steve has look alike brothers

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adoreyouusugar · 2 years

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I need a short fic written with one of Chris Evans’ characters with the song Sleep without You by Brett Young as the inspiration

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too-deviant · 1 month

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jackie and wilson.

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pairing: luke castellan x unclaimed!reader

summary: you haven't been given a quest, but you have made it your personal mission to make luke castellan smile

word count: 5.3k

content: fluffff, loser!reader, happy!luke if you squint and a sprinkle of loser!luke, brief mentions of suicide but nothing heavy, we finally find out which state reader is from

notes: this is so cute i love them.

PART III — she’s gonna save me, call me ‘baby’, run her hands through my hair

Wading through a misty green lake with Luke Castellan was not on your camp bucket list — something you’d produced with a young girl called Silena who you’d met in the arts and crafts cabin — but alas, here you were; knee deep in pond water and ankle deep in whatever sludge lived at the bottom, hands searching blindly along the floor while you tried your best to keep your chin dry.

You probably wouldn’t have been there if you were any good at Volleyball — which really doesn’t make much sense with the given context.

Okay, here’s what happened. It was Saturday at camp halfblood — and while you had been there for a solid three days now, you were yet to experience the joy of the weekends. Not that you knew they were any different, not until Travis Stoll approached you after breakfast.

“Heyyyy, uh...newbie.” He chuckled, sidling up beside you while you were occupied with deciding whether your camp shirt was better tucked into your shorts or left hanging over them.

You turned to the boy with an amused smile, reminding him of your name. He snapped his fingers at you, “I knew that. I did. I just prefer newbie.”

“What’s up, Travis?”

He dropped his finger guns, rocking back and forth on his feet and looking at you sheepishly, “Well, me and a few friends were gonna chuck a ball around on the beach and we need an extra player to make it even. Now that Luke’s not an option.”

He muttered that last bit low and under his breath, not in hopes that you wouldn’t hear but in hopes that Luke wouldn’t — there was no telling how far he was from you at any given moment, but he wasn’t going to tell you that, so he just put on his charming Stoll Smile and said, “So, wanna join us?”

You didn’t have anything to do that day, and since you’d assumed you were in for another long eight hours of finding out what you were good at and failing, a friendly game of ball (which you were safe to assume was volley, per what Luke told you yesterday) seemed like a great idea.

Only it wasn’t — friendly, that is. You wandered over to the net set up on the beach with Travis at your side and a taller girl with curly blonde hair narrowed her eyes at you in suspicion, “How good are you at this?”

“Uh —“ You shrugged, shaking your head slightly, “I’ve never played. We don’t have many beaches where I’m from.”

“You don’t need a beach to play volleyball, newbie.” Connor Stoll appeared out of nowhere, grinning at you, “But it’s easy to pick up. You can be on our team.”

Their team consisted of Connor, Chris, Poppy from the Demeter cabin, Evie and Evan (twins from the Ares cabin) and now, yourself. Apparently it was a lost cause whenever the Stolls were on the same team, so Travis was on the other side of the net with the blonde girl from earlier — who’s name you’d learnt was Sabine, and who’s godly parent was Nike, which did not decrease your nerves even a little bit.

“It’s pretty simple once you get the hang of it.” Evie explained to you once she noticed your unsure eyes. “Just don’t hit the ball twice in a row, Sab’s a stickler for that rule.”

“Other than that, we’re pretty lax.” Her brother tagged on, smirking at you, “This isn’t the Olympics.”

“Tell her that.” You side eyed the blonde on the other side of the net, who was cracking her knuckles and discussing strategy with Travis and Brynn, an Athena kid with a bright blue buzzcut.

The twins let out identical chuckles, sharing a look before patting your shoulders, “You’ll be fine.”

You didn’t have time to quip that the pair of them talking at the same time was a little foreboding before the game was on, and a volleyball was heading straight for you.

To be fair to you, you lasted longer than expected. Maybe it was your battle instincts kicking in, but you hadn’t missed the ball once — sure, your defence lacked any real strategy and was more you hitting the ball in whatever direction and hoping for the best, but it was working, so why complain? You wouldn’t qualify for varsity, but at least you were one upping a Stoll brother — the same couldn’t be said for most campers, you knew that much.

You actually thought you were getting pretty good, too. Your team was up by a few points (no thanks to you, all thanks to Evan. Seriously, he was like six foot four) and Sabine was getting angry. Every now and then she’d turn and scowl at Rhea, one of her teammates, and the girl would just shrug in response before returning to her position. But then, just when you started to get confident with it, Travis got you.

Hard, too. You were paying close attention to your feet, making sure you didn’t trip over any sand when you had to move, and unfortunately didn’t notice the ball coming at you until it clipped you in the face. You went down onto your ass, both hands flying to your nose and groaning when you felt a warm trickle of blood slide through your fingers and down your hands.

“Holy shit, newbie.” Travis sped over, dropping to his knees next to his brother and hovering over you, “I am so sorry, are you okay?”

Your speech was muffled and nasally when you replied with a swift, “No, asshole!”

“Shit.” He muttered, looking between Connor and Evie, “Uh, I can take you to the infirmary if you want —“

“I’ll take her.” Evan interrupted. He was crouched somewhere behind you, looking at your teammates over the top of your head. You felt his hands flatten on your back as he pushed you up to stand, the rest of the group joining him and wincing when some blood dripped onto the sand.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to —“ You held out a hand in his direction now that you could see him, only to press it firmly back against your face when your nose simply started to gush once the pressure had been removed.

“Yes,” He nodded, “I do. Let’s go.”

You let him lead you, sending an apologetic look to the remaining teens on the sand — you were pretty sure it looked nothing like an apology since your hands were covering half of your face and there was blood seeping through your fingers, but it was the effort that counted.

You didn’t receive as many looks as you thought you would’ve on the walk to the infirmary, although you assumed demigods had gotten worse injuries than a nosebleed before, so it wasn’t exactly odd. When you got there, you stopped on the porch and tried to speak to Evan as best you could without letting any more blood spill.

“You can — you can go.” You said through your hands, “I got it from here.”

He looked a little unsure, but you nodded firmly and he turned back the way he came. It was pretty embarrassing, walking into the infirmary with a bloody nose on your third day at camp, but the Apollo kid who took care of you said it was only a matter of time before you shed first blood, and that you’d better thank the gods it was a volleyball and not a hellhound that did the damage.

They stopped the bleeding with some sort of special gauze and told you to be a little more careful before sending you on your way — which was when you found Luke.

You didn’t even see him at first, more focused on folding the gauze you’d been given into a perfect square while you stepped off the wooden porch. But then a voice muttered your name in slight shock and confusion, and you looked up to meet those baby brown eyes you couldn’t help but love.

You grinned, “JoJo.”

Luke shook his head, “What were you doing in the infirmary?” His eyes tracked all over you, assessing for any visible injuries. When he found none, he turned his questioning gaze back to your face.

You sucked in some air through your teeth, embarrassed, “I, uh, got hit in the face with a volleyball. Turns out, I’m awful at it.” You let out a weak chuckle, and Luke rolled his eyes in amusement.

“Of course. I thought baseball was your thing?”

“It is.” You nodded, “But there’s nobody out here to play with, so…” Then an idea sprung, and your face lit up so visibly that Luke took a tentative step back, “Hey, why don’t you come watch? We’re playing on the beach.”

“Oh.” The boy paused, eyes sliding to the beach and back to you, “I don’t think so…I, uh, tend to spend my weekends alone.”

“You spend your everything alone.” You pointed out with a raised pair of brows. He pursed his lips. You sighed, “Come on. You don’t have to play.”

He looked as if he was thinking about it, and your hopes were raised a little. You liked Luke, you wanted to know him better and one day consider him a friend rather than a guy you harassed every day. But you were very aware of his aversion for all things social — the comment Travis made about Luke not playing with them anymore saddened you, and it pained you to imagine Luke all alone while his brothers and friends still had fun around him. But then his face dropped, and so did yours, Luke shaking his head no.

“I just…” He shrugged, “I don’t really…”

“It’s okay.” You interrupted before he could spout out his excuse. He didn’t need one. “We can do something else.”

“Oh, I —“ Another shake of the head, “You go back to them, don’t let me ruin it.”

“You aren’t ruining anything.” You said plainly, and you thought that those four words hit Luke a lot harder than expected, because he had this pensive look on his face that didn’t fade until you spoke again, “Listen, I know baseball isn’t exactly a camp sport, but I’ve got a ball. This place has gotta have bats — I mean, if it’s got swords, it’s got bats, right? So we grab them, we go off somewhere and take turns batting. I need to stay in practice anyway, if I’m gonna make varsity.”

You sent him your shiniest smile paired with some doughy eyes, and after squinting at you for a solid ten seconds, Luke agreed to your idea with a hesitant nod. You weren’t exactly expecting him to jump up and down in joy, so you took the liberty of doing that before asking him, very enthusiastically (because if you stayed positive, maybe it would rub off on him), to go look for a bat while you grabbed your ball.

Chris caught you exiting the Hermes cabin while he was filling up his water bottle using the outdoor tap not far from the porch, asking you what you were doing with a baseball. You explained that volleyball was definitely not your thing and ignored his chuckle of agreement in favour of informing him that you would be teaching Luke how to become the next Babe Ruth. He raised a brow.

“Really?”

“Uh, yeah.” You replied, a little put off by his reaction. “Is that a problem?”

“No, no.” He backtracked quickly, hands raised and water sloshing around his bottle as the movement, “I just…I dunno. Luke’s been a little off recently. If I were you, I wouldn’t meddle in it.”

“Meddle?” You asked, shaking your head, “In what?”

“In his…” He puffed out his cheeks, trying to find the words, “His funk.” He shook his head then, eyes glossing over as he thought about it, “He failed his quest, he’s a little butthurt, but…he’ll get over it. Y’know?”

You didn’t know.

“I just don’t think he needs babysitting.” He firmed, looking confident in his wording now that he’d found it, “He’s just gonna talk your ear off about how much he hates his life until you’re borderline suicidal. I wouldn’t bother, personally. He's a big boy, he can get over it.”

You rolled your lips over each other, staring blankly at Chris as he sent you a polite smile and walked back to the beach. Slowly, your eyes narrowed, and your brows pulled together. But you didn't say anything, you just turned around yourself and walked to where you’d asked Luke to meet you.

He was tossing the bat between his hands when you got there, dropping it in his left when he spotted you and nodding, “Alright, where are we doing this?”

You stopped, snapped out of a stupor you didn’t even realise you were in and blinking at him. For the first time since you’d met, it seemed that he was more focused and lively than you were. It irked him a little bit, and he frowned, “Sunny?”

“Sorry.” You responded immediately, shaking your head to rid yourself of your spiralling thoughts, “I just…uh, let’s go somewhere clear. We don’t wanna hit anyone with the ball.”

Luke led you to a clearing in the woods, explaining that the wood nymphs would be able to help you if the ball got lost in the foliage, so there was no need to hold back the arm you’d been bragging about for the entire walk. You just smirked, raised the bat level, and nodded at him to serve.

Yes, you were a thousand percent better at baseball than you were at volleyball. You knew that, of course, but it was nice to be reassured. Luke wasn’t half bad either, but you were also a really good runner, so you kept having to remind him that an average level fielder wouldn’t have a chance against his bats — you just so happened to be way above average.

Plus the wood nymphs were very helpful — apparently they didn’t get to watch many demigod activities other than capture the flag so it was refreshing for them to see you two play, and to actually be able to help.

All in all, you were having a great time. Which of course meant that you were long overdue for something going wrong. Of course.

“I can’t find it.”

“What?” You asked breathlessly, staring at the tree nymph who shrugged at you plainly.

“It rolled into a pond, I think.” He sniffed indignantly, “And I am not climbing into a pond.”

“Oh, and you expect us to?”

And that, kids, is how you ended up knee deep in pond water and ankle deep in something else — with Luke Castellan right by your side.

“This is so gross.” You whispered, grimacing as your hands ran over the murky bottom. You couldn’t see anything but your own reflection when you looked in, so you were replying on touch alone to help find your ball. “I can’t believe this. My lucky ball and it falls into a pond! Not so lucky anymore, huh? Yeah, lucky my ass.”

“Hey, Sunny?” A slosh of water rippled over you and you had to straighten up to avoid the tiny waves splashing in your face. They only increased at your movements, but you were too busy glaring at Luke to notice. He pressed his mouth together, holding in a chuckle, “You’re not being very sunny right now.”

You huffed, flinging your arms out at your sides and wincing when you splashed water on yourself by doing so, “I —“ A huff, “I don’t feel very sunny, Castellan. I am wading in sludge.”

He actually had the audacity to let a tiny grin slip through, “Wow, the last name? You’re acting like me right now. It’s weird.”

“I can’t believe this.” You repeated, narrowing your eyes at the boy, “I’ve been trying to cheer you up since the day I met you and when you finally do, it’s because you’re relishing in my pain? Fuck you.”

As if he was trying to piss you off, Luke laughed. He actually laughed, exactly like he had yesterday and if you weren’t so annoyed you’d be smiling at him for it. But you were annoyed, so all you did in response was send a wave of pond water at him and drench his front.

He stopped laughing. You started laughing.

“Okay, is that how you wanna play this?” He asked, stepping closer, “Is it?”

You grinned, stepping back. The water moved when you did, and the paired struggle of your’s and Luke’s legs under the water just increased the waves that oscillated around your knees. It slid up to your thighs and threatened to wet the denim of your shorts, but you were too busy prying your foot out of whatever the hell lived at the bottom of the pond so you could escape Luke’s wrath.

You shook your head, “You don’t wanna do this.”

He nodded mockingly, “I think I do.”

Then it was on. He lunged for you, and you dived to the left in a swift attempt to get around him. Water was splashing everywhere at this point but neither of you cared — especially when Luke’s hands were mere inches from your arms, waiting for your ankle to snag on some algae and pull you back so he could push you over. You were smarter than that though, so you did a swift one-eighty, dragging your hands under the water with you as you did — the wave that accumulated from the momentum doused Luke from head to toe, his curls sticking to his forehead. He wiped them away and blew hard from his mouth before forming a weak glare in your direction.

Your jaw trembled as you held in what you knew would be some serious chortles — but it was silent. The only noise apparent was the settling of the waves now that you had both stopped moving and Luke’s heavy breathing in front of you. He shook his head, stepping forward slowly, and you braced yourself for what was about to come.

“Hey!”

You paused. You shared a look with Luke before looking confusedly at the form that had appeared suddenly between the two of you. It was a girl by the looks of it, only she was made entirely of the water the two of you were standing in. She glared between the pair of you, hands on her hips.

“I don’t appreciate all this splashing.” You felt suddenly like you were being berated by a school teacher for talking too loud during class, “Are you trying to drain my pond? Are you?”

“N—No.” You responded, shaking your head, “We were just looking for — ”

The water nymph held up your ball with a stern expression, “This? Yeah, it looked like you were.”

Her sarcasm was not lost on you, and you tried your best not to meet Luke’s eyes, knowing they would fail you the second you did. Instead you looked at the nymph before you and took the ball from her outstretched hand, “Thank you. And, um, sorry…about the splashing.”

She folded her arms, lifting her head and straightening her shoulders, “That’s okay. Now get out.”

You were both quick to exit the water, although not too quick that you made anymore of it splash onto the rocks. Once you were out, the nymph nodded in satisfaction and melted back into the pond, and you and Luke were finally able to breathe. Then, you both burst into laughter.

“Oh my gods.” You huffed, shaking your head and looking down at yourself, “Did we just get into trouble?”

“With a water nymph?” He finished, shrugging off his wet shirt and wringing it out, “Yeah. How embarrassing.”

Your mouth was suddenly very dry. You knew Luke was strong — he had to be to fight a dragon and come back alive. To be known as the Best Swordsman in Camp. To be trusted by so many campers despite his newfound, distanced demeanour. But damn.

You blew out a long puff of air, hoping your reddened cheeks could be excused as some light sunburn. You weren’t as soaked as he was, but you still wafted your damp shirt from your body in hopes that it would dry — and also to give yourself something to do that wasn’t ogling at Luke’s lean figure.

He spread his shirt out on a rock, ensuring the sun was hitting it right before lowering himself to the ground on the dry grass a few feet away. He leant back on his hands, face to the sky, and revelled in the warmth. You stayed standing, fiddling with the button on your shorts, staring at him. At the scar on his face, at the rest of them along his chest.

He cracked one eye open, glancing at you, “What?”

“I, uh.” You licked your lips, “Nothing. Nothing.” You muttered, taking a seat beside him and crossing your legs. Your gaze stuck firmly to your lap and you waited for his to return to the sky. It didn’t.

“You can ask me.” He said then, shrugging.

“What happened on your quest?” You let slip, and when he stayed silent for a second too long, you realised that maybe that wasn't the question he was giving you permission to ask. “I’m sorry. I know it’s none of my business, it’s nobody’s really. But Chris told me before that you’re in a funk and that seemed like a gross understatement but then again I’ve known you for, what, three days? He’s known you for years, so surely he’s right. But you just seem like it’s more than a funk, and I don’t know what to believe because I don’t know what happened but I also don’t want to ask because it’s none of my business and it’s also very clearly a sore subject because of what happened with Dean. Not that I think you’re gonna fly off the handle or anything, but it’s definitely a touchy subject and I can’t just go demanding all the details just because I wanna be your friend and— ”

A hand over your mouth stopped you from continuing what Luke was sure to be a very long tangent. He looked at you, half in shock, half in amusement, and huffed out a laugh, “Sunny, you need to calm down.”

You couldn’t respond, but you did nod. He removed his hand slowly and you swallowed your embarrassment. Luke sat up fully, straightening his back and clearing his throat, “Uh, okay. Have you heard of that Hercules story? With the golden apples?”

You nodded, afraid to speak in case you went off on a rant again. He nodded with you, “Yeah, well, my father sent me on that. The exact same quest…except I failed.”

That explained the scar, and the dragon story he’d mentioned very briefly yesterday. He started to go into a little more detail about his quest — and suddenly you were overcome with this…angry sort of sadness.

Hermes sent Luke on a quest that had already been done. After hearing Clarisse yap your ear off about Kleos, you understood why he’d been a little bummed. Honestly, if it were you, you wouldn’t have even gone. What’s the point in doing a quest that’s already been done? But you didn’t say that to Luke, who seemed a little deep into his story. You just simmered in your irritation while he continued to explain his battle with Ladon, and his ultimate failure.

“I refused to leave the infirmary for a week.” He chuckled, but it was a little sad. “I mean, I’m supposed to be a leader here, and I fail my first quest? Some demigod I turned out to be.”

Without even thinking, you shook your head, “You didn’t fail.” Luke looked at you, confused, “You battled a dragon with a hundred heads and lived. That doesn’t sound like failure to me.”

“But I didn’t get the apples.” He explained. “I disappointed my father.”

“Your father…” You said slowly, unsure of how your next words would land, “Who I’m going to assume had never spoken to you until the day he gave you your quest?” Luke nodded after a brief pause and you took that as permission to continue, “So who cares if he’s disappointed? He clearly doesn’t care if you’re mauled by a dragon.”

“Exactly.” Luke replied, brows pulled together in the way they had been when you’d first met. Angry, irritated. Disappointed. “Everyone keeps telling me to get over it. That demigods have failed quests before and it just means I need to try harder next time but…why should there be a next time? Really, if you sit and think about it for a second, why are we even here? To train, so we don’t die whenever monsters come and attack us? And who’s fault is that? Maybe if our parents were good people, there wouldn’t be any monsters trying to murder their kids. If they cared, even a little bit, they’d do more than just claim us and leave us to die!”

He scoffed, looking in the direction where you knew the rest of the campers resided — playing games, building weapons, dedicating every waking hour to becoming the best of the best. And for what? For glory? For a pat on the back from a parent who can’t even be bothered to raise them?

“They don’t get it.” He said then, turning back to you, “They think this is all okay. They’re too invested to realise that they’re just being used. They’re so focused on getting a shred of recognition from the gods that they don’t understand that it’s never gonna come.”

“So…” You finally spoke, your first words in a minute, “What do we do?”

Luke shrugged then, “I don’t know yet.”

It was silent for a long time after that. Luke stayed staring at the floor and you led back to stare at the sky. He was right, wasn’t he? Sure, you’d only been in this for a little while, but you weren’t stupid. You knew the gods didn’t care — you’d figured out that much when you got to camp. A dumping ground for demigods. Demigod daycare, except mommy isn’t coming to pick you up at three o’clock. Luke deserved to be angry, he deserved to mope — they all did.

But they wouldn’t. You could sit there and curse the gods for hours on end, but that was still half of you. And that, you thought, was probably the worst part of it all.

You were so caught up in your feelings that when the tree that had been shading you phased into a nymph and walked away, you jumped halfway out of your skin, “Jeezum crow.”

You looked at Luke, expecting him to either share the same dumbfounded look on his face or be laughing at you — something he seemed to be doing a lot of today — but instead he was staring at you, slack-jawed and wide eyed. You blinked, “What?”

“You’re from Vermont.”

Your mouth snapped shut, and his expanded into the grin you’d been hassling him for since you’d set your sights on him. You sighed, “Fuck.”

He let out a disbelieving laugh, “You’re from Vermont! Holy shit. I should’ve known it when you called me a flatlander.” He threw his head back, and you shook yours at his dramatics. But he didn’t care, he just pointed at you, “You’re a fuckin’ woodchuck!”

“Oh my gods.” You groaned into your hands, pulling yourself to your feet in hopes of escaping his sudden glee. “Is that so bad?”

“No.” He laughed, following you, “I’m just amazed that I figured it out. I’m a genius!”

“Okay.” You sent him a blank look, but it only lasted a few seconds before your tiny smile was fighting through, “It’s not like you’ve discovered the meaning of life. Calm down.”

“Never.” He shook his head, “This is my greatest achievement.”

“You fought a dragon.”

“Screw the dragon!” He gripped your biceps, grinning at you, “You’re from Vermont!”

“You’re not funny.”

“And yet you’re laughing.”

“I am not.”

“You are.”

“I’m not!”

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“What’d you do to him?”

You threw a piece of salmon into the fire, glancing at Chris, “I’m getting deja vu. Haven’t you asked me this already?”

“Yeah, but…” The boy looked behind him, back at the Hermes table, where Luke was perched on the end and waiting patiently for you to come back from the hearth before digging into his food, “This time I mean it. I mean, he still isn’t talking to us, but he’s sitting on our side of the table again. You can be honest with me…” He sent you a grave look, “Did you give him a BJ?”

“What? No!” You threw a pea at him. “I just listened to him.” You tried to be a little serious, but clearly Chris wasn’t getting the hint, so you relented, “And doused him in pond water.”

He laughed at that, nodding proudly. You turned back to the fire, asking Aphrodite to get rid of your split ends. You’d given up on praying to your father, deciding to go through every Olympian until one of them answered. So far, only Hera had responded — you assumed so, anyway, when a cuckoo woke you up from your afternoon nap. That wasn’t very helpful, but at least it was an answer. You didn’t suspect campers prayed to her often, so she probably appreciated the sentiment.

“So…” Travis smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at you once you sat down. He sent this look around the group, but even Connor gave him a weirded out look in response. He huffed, “It’s team day tomorrow.”

A collective ohhh seemed to hum around the group, but you were still confused. You sent a questioning look to Luke who said, “For Capture the Flag. Tomorrow is when all the cabin counsellors gang up and decide on the two teams.”

“Then we have five days to strategise.” Travis continued on very dramatically, hands splayed on the table, “And on Friday…we battle.”

That seemed to lift the energy up a bit, the people around you sharing mischievous looks. They started to discuss amongst them who would be the best cabin to ally with, Lana turning to Chris, “Who are you gonna pick?”

Chris went to speak, but paused. He seemed to think about something, looking slightly scared but still turning to the boy across from him anyway, “I thought maybe…Luke would like to reinstate himself as team captain this month.”

Right, you’d completely forgotten. During your spear lessons with Clarisse, you’d asked her why it was so important that you be amazing at fighting quickly if monsters couldn’t get into camp. She’d then explained the whole situation that was Capture the Flag — how it was a bigger deal than the super bowl around here — before briefly mentioning that Luke had always been Hermes team captain, but stepped down for the last game because his scar was still healing from his quest. Chris had taken over for him, and based off of the looks the people around you were sporting, you assumed they weren’t expecting him to give up his title so quickly.

You couldn’t blame them. Luke hadn’t exactly expressed much desire to captain this time — he hasn’t expressed much desire for anything these days apparently. You were all waiting for him to let Chris down easy, but instead he looked up from his plate with an indifferent nod and said, “Yeah, sure.”

Nobody said anything. Except Chris who, when Luke stood to rack up his empty plate, looked at you gravely and asked, “Was it a handjob?”

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f10werfae · 1 year

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Make me a daddy

pairing: Teacher!Chris x Single!Busty!Mom!Reader

summary: One parent’s meeting turns into a raging breeding session, as Y/n meets her son’s teacher for the first time, making him a daddy is first priority Smut‼️ (requested by anon)

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“Welcome Miss.Y/l/n, i’m Mr Evans, Leon’s first grade teacher” Chris smirked his eyes clearly trained on the young mother’s exposed cleavage, her top doing nothing to hide her large tits, a shy smile on her face. “Oh yes, u-uh Leon’s told me all about you sir” Y/n smiled back, noticing his eyes on her chest.

“So I understand you had him quite young, at 21, so that would make you 27?” Chris asked standing up, his hands closing the curtains on the opposite side. “Yup, that’s me, haha” Y/n laughed awkwardly shrugging back her shoulders as Chris walked behind her, his hand dragging across her shoulders.

“If you don’t mind me asking, his father?”

“Not in the picture sir” She said shortly, listening to Chris stand behind her, his hands on both her shoulders. “Thank God, because Leon has told me about his momma’s little crush ‘my mommy thinks you’re handsome Mr. Evans, maybe you can be my dad?’ “

Chris said referencing the young six year old boy, who clearly still couldn’t process the fact that he had a single mother, single for now anyway.

“Oh gosh, Mr Evans i’m so sorry, I’ll talk to him about that, don’t worry-“

“No. Honey you don’t need to worry” Chris whispered bending down, his fingers coming around her frame to unbutton her shirt, her maternity bra still on despite having stopped breastfeeding years ago. Nothing else was able to hold her heavy tits for her. “Would you look at that? i’ve always dreamed of sucking these gorgeous tits, can I do that for you honey?” Chris asked kissing below her ear, his nose nuzzling against her cheek as she nodded.

Unclipping the front clip, Chris fondled the two globes of flesh hungrily, slapping them together to make the lewdest sounds. “Stand up for me baby, stand up for your man” Chris taunted pulling her up the arms and setting her onto his desk, fully pulling her shirt open, her grey pencil skirt bunched up to her hips.

“W-wait what if Leon finds out?” Y/n panicked holding onto his hand which was already pulling her underwear down her thighs, “It’s okay baby, just enjoy yourself” His fingers kneading her tits roughly, putting her two nipples together just so he could suck them both at once. “F-fuck Chris, feels so good, they’re so tense”

“No shit baby look how fuckin’ big these girls are, n’ they’re all for me now. It’s sir to you” He grumbled continuing to play with her tits, Y/n’s thighs now hugging his waist to bring him closer, her wet naked pussy pushing against his black jeans. “Not fair” Y/n pouted pulling at his buttons, his zipper not coming off as easily as she wished.

Pushing down his bottoms and briefs, his large hardened cock sprung out against his stomach, the mere sight of it making Y/n’s mouth water. “Gonna make me a daddy huh Y/n? We gonna give Leon a baby brother?” Chris smirked slowly pushing in the tip, Y/n’s face turning into an ‘O’

“Fuck you’re so hot baby, tits bouncing everywhere, a big fuckin milf that’s what you are” Thrusting in deeply and slowly, her hands held onto the collar of his cream coloured sweater, her mouth agape with each thrust hitting her G-spot. “M-mhm feel so good, a-another baby? really?”

“Of course momma, we can make our own perfect family, keep ya knocked up, all round full of me” Chris mocked pouting at her cute face, before spitting, missing her mouth by a few centimetres, his fingers filthily rubbing his spit into her mouth and face. “My filthy baby momma, how about that? Make these tits even bigger with milk, make me a daddy”

“Sir that sounds so dirty, you’re makin me your dirty girl” Y/n moaned, her head against Chris’ chest as his fingers gripped onto her ass cheeks, his fingers prodding at her puckered backdoor. “W-wait no one’s ever-“

“Shh baby it’s okay, you trust daddy right? I only want what’s best for you and our baby” Chris taunted slowly pushing his finger in, his mouth landing on hers, their teeth clashing in a sloppy spit-filled kiss. Y/n’s ass and pussy clenching around him at once as his other hand teased her hard nipple, flicking it and pinching it as if he was trying to get milk.

“Mhm, daddy, baby, milk” Y/n smiled sleepily, random words of Chris’ spilling from her mouth, clearly dumbed out from his cock. “You’re so damn gorgeous, how’d anyone let you go, you sexy bitch, gonna take care of you like any man shoulda”

“R-really? L-like a happy family?” Y/n asked, her eyes meeting his, fireworks going off inside her as she felt his heavy balls slapping her pussy, his mouth spitting onto where his cock went into her pussy. “Yes baby course, get married, the whole dream”

“Look baby watch me get you pregnant, get you full of me, watch you waddle around town makin’ sure everyone knows you’re mine. You like that huh?” Chris spewed starting to feel his cock twitch inside her pussy, feeling her hand start to fondle his balls seductively as if she’d done it before. “You gonna watch me swell up? Suck on my tits when they’re too full? Is that what you wanna do, sir?” She replied smirking dopily.

“Fuck baby yes, wanna knock you up, make the perfect mix of you n’ me; gives me all the more reason to cum inside this gorgeous pussy”

“Go ahead daddy, cum in my pussy, make us a family of four” Y/n said taking his hand and rubbing it all over her stomach, his fingers tracing over her stretch marks which were also littered over her round breasts, making her all the more sexy to him.

“You got it babe, let me give you a kiss while I pump you full of me”

Sticking his tongue out, he licked into her mouth, tasting her strawberry lip-balm. Their lips clamped onto each other’s as her arms wrapped around his neck pulling him flush against her, his thrusts growing more erratic and crazy, their tongues mingling as he came inside her. Painting her walls white as he rocked slowly against her, her tits in his hands as they broke away from the kiss.

“Let’s go tell Leon the good news shall we? Or is that a bit quick” Chris smirked still being inside her, his thumb caressing the bottom of her stomach gently, a kiss being placed to the corner of his mouth

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satellite-evans · 1 year

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Bubby.

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Summary: when Chris' daughter gives him a nickname, suddenly the other ones don't matter

Word count: 552, a cute little blurb <3

Warnings: Fluffffff ( are we surprised lmao)

A/N: sooooo I'm back with another fluffy blurb! I'm sorry that it's a short one again, but I'm trying to slowly bring my motivation back to life lmao. So, I hope you enjoy it! Please tell me what you think. Recommendations, vents, questions, and many asks are always welcome.

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes.

Happy reading xxx

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Chris was a person who received many nicknames over the years. Hottie, frat boy, America’s golden man, and many more. But there was one that stuck out to him the most; if he was honest, it was his favorite. And the nickname was given to him by none other than his daughter, Adeline.

“Bubby! come here, I missed you bubby!”

the first time she said that Chris and you weren’t so sure who she was referring to. It was the first time she used that word and it could be anyone. It could be you, dodger, Chris, or even her baby doll who she formed a strong connection with.

“Who are you talking to, Addy? Are you talking to mommy, huh?”

“No mommy, you’re so silly,” she said while laughing. “ I’m talking to my bubby, to daddy!”

Saying that Chris was surprised was an understatement of the feelings he was going through. It was like his whole body was in shock, trying to understand and process what he was supposed to feel and react to. Was he happy? Should he cry? Was he supposed to laugh and tickle his daughter to join him? Chris was clueless. But thank god his wife reacted before it became too awkward.

“Omg, you’re so cute, Adeline. That is such a good nickname for your daddy, right Chris?” you turned to look at her husband and saw a smile forming on his face. This was such a big milestone for your husband and your daughter, that you felt so lucky to witness it.

“Oh my god, yes! I love it. Thank you, Addy. You picked such a good nickname for your daddy, my smart little girl.”

With that being said, he attacked his little girl with kisses and tickles, making it another day in the Evans household, where the home was filled with laughter and joy. But this nickname didn’t particularly stop in the cozy home. Wherever they went, Adeline never forgot to call Chris “her bubby”. During family dinners, at the park, dropping her off at the kindergarten, and the one where the entire world found out, at his sexiest man alive interview.

“Hi, I’m Chris Evans and you’re at PEOPLE’s se-”

“You’re not Chris, you’re bubby!”

The voice of your daughter disturbed Chris and made everyone laugh, including your husband and you. Chris insisted that both of you were present since it was so important ( to other people) he wanted his family present.

“I know honey, but the world knows me as Chris, so I have to introduce myself like that, don’t I?” He asked his daughter, who took place on your lap behind the cameras.

“Sorry bubby, please continue.” The crowd awwed after Adeline said that, showing how kind and polite she was, even at a young age.

At that moment, Chris was more proud of getting the title of sexiest man alive. His daughter and his wife were next to him, looking at him with the same adoration in their eyes.

He didn’t care if the world would call him the sexiest man alive; he was and always would be, Adeline’s bubby.

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book-place · 1 year

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No-No Word

Warnings: cursing, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Chris Evans x daughter reader, Sebastian Stan x reader platonic, Anthony Mackie x reader platonic

Request: heyyy i was just wondering if you'd be willing to write for Chris Evans x daughter!reader maybe??? :)

Request by: Anon

*not my gif*

Summary: Turns out, you’re a lot smarter than Chris would’ve thought

A/N: Posting a couple short fics to get back into writing

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“Hey there, sweetheart.” Chris quickly glanced over his shoulder as you waddled into the kitchen area, “How did you sleep?”

You yawned, reaching up to rub your eyes, “Good, dada.”

Your father couldn’t help but allow his grin to widen at the sight of you, merely five years old, drowning in fuzzy pajamas and clutching a stuffed animal under your right arm.

“You up for some pancakes?” Of course, he already knew the answer.

A smile lit up your face, suddenly awake, and you nodded your head vigorously, suddenly wide awake. “Up! Up!” You chanted jumping up and down slightly as you made a grabbing motion towards the blond man.

Chris abandoned the spatchula next to the stove and scooped you up in his arms, peppering kisses on the side of your head and into your hair in a way that emitted joyous giggles from your lips.

He gently set you down on the counter, a healthy distance away from where he was cooking the batter, nodding along as you rambled about something or other and moved back to continue making the two of you breakfast.

“-and then the dog jumped as tall as you daddy!” Your eyes were wide with awe and amazement.

The man chuckled slightly, “Is that so, honey-“ He cut himself off when the spatula slipped from his grasp and landed with a small ‘clang’ onto the floor.

Immediately, he bent down to pick it up, “Oops-“

“Shit!”

Chris snapped to attention, eyes wide and alert as stared at you with a dropped jaw. You just blinked up at him innocently.

“What the- what did you say?” He asked in complete shock, those being the only words he could form at the moment.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a second before realization lit up your face and you smiled proudly, placing your hands on your hips, “Shit!” You repeated.

“How the- who-“ Your father sputtered.

He had always been extra careful and sure that he never cursed around you and that others he was with didn’t either.

“No, honey,” He finally came to his senses and turned off the stove for a moment as he bent down to be eye level with you, “That’s a bad word, we don’t say that.”

And your eyebrows were furrowed once more, “Shit?”

Chris nodded, “Yes, that’s a no-no word, we don’t say that.”

A pout immediately formed on your lips and you crossed your arms, “But it’s a big kid word, and I’m a big kid!”

He shook his head back and forth, “Where did you even hear it?”

“Uncle Sebby!” You cheered excitedly.

A look of realization dawned on the actor before it was quickly replaced by exhaustion, “Is that so?” He asked as he ran a frustrated hand down his face, knowing Sebatian was about to get a very unhappy call in a few minutes.

You nodded, oblivious to your fathers feelings, “Uh-huh, he said it but told me it was a big kid word, and that I couldn’t say it until I was a big kid.”

“Then why are you saying it now?” He raised a stern eyebrow in your direction.

You grinned, “Because I asked Uncle Anthony later if I was a big kid and he said yes!”

Chris was silent for a moment, and it took everything in him not to burst out in laughter at the brilliance of your statement, how at even such a young age you and figured out a way to get around a rule and still act innocent about the whole thing.

Failing, he let a few chuckles slip through his lips and he picked you up and carried you on his hip, “That’s still a no-no word, no matter what your uncles say. Got it?” He playfully rubbed his nose against your cheek and poked his fingers at your sides, tickling you.

You shrieked with laughter, trying to force yourself away from him, “Okay, okay, daddy! No more tickles! No more tickles!”

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darkdemeter · 4 months

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Y/N “WOLFIE’S” PANEL

—- not my gifs, credit to original posters! -—

(Platonic) Avengers cast x GN/Female/Male Reader Feat. on the panel: Elizabeth Olsen, Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Anthony Mackie & Robert Downey Jr.

A/N — So this was delayed at first because I'd kinda gotten second thoughts, then did a bit of research (just watched some of the cast in interviews and stuff). And then I thought "fuck it, write it." So I did just that. Though I'm not counting on this being "top tier" and very well may be the only time I do this sorta thing. Because I have come to realise when writing this... I CANNOT write celebrities, so great kudos to those who can, and also they make it look so easy!

WORD COUNT — 1.7k

READER DISCRETION — Nothing that should be potentially triggering— maybe slight insecure reader? Nothing really, just that little "did I do good?" y'know? — just Y/N with the avengers cast— Y/N being a little blushing, embarrassed mess

SUMMARY— You meet your fellow cast members on the panel for Comic Con, the debut for the final instalment to Habits of Mother Nature's Will releasing that weekend at the premiere.

You can read the columns here — HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE'S WILL HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE'S WILL II HABITS OF MOTHER NATURE'S WILL II: AFTERMATH

You never thought you would hear anything louder than the sound of applauding fans and cheers as your name was announced by the panel moderator.

You swaggered onto the stage, your outfit was casual but styled in a way that could pass for formal dress easily. Your hair styled to what you favoured most.

You raised your arm up and waved to the crowd who roared with such vigour, you silently admitted to yourself it was a tad bit intimidating. But you were excited for this panel. To be beside your cast members who you had bonded with over the course of production, and to finally meet those who loved the project as well.

The Avengers series had been a cinematic hit and when you signed the contract, had anyone told you that the three part short series would have been a major hit for audiences, you would have scoffed.

Your co-stars each turned and greeted you with grins as they waved you over. “There they are!” Chris announced into his microphone with a wide grin.

You were assigned to sit between Lizzie and Chris. Anthony sat on Lizzie’s other side.

“Where you been, Y/N? We missed you,” Anthony questioned you with a pout, hands forming a heart over his chest. You chuckled and held up your other hand that held a cup of coffee.

“I needed my fix, leave me alone,” you grumbled. Lizzie squeezed your shoulder lightly with a shake of her head, ushering the others to stop picking on you.

“And you didn’t bring me one,” Anthony tutted and Seb called after him, “the betrayal.”

The crowd laughed and cheered.

“So we were just about to get to the fans' questions, Y/N, and I don’t doubt a lot of them have questions about your character in particular,” the moderator said to you and you nodded.

“Prepare yourself for marriage proposals, Y/N. There is always at least ten for each of us,” Robert said, his voice deep and calm over the mic system.

Your face went bright red. “Well…” you wanted to swear out of habit, but you held your tongue, your head fell forward. “Dammit.”

More laughs came from the audience. The microphone was set up and any fans who had questions were directed to stand in the queue.

The first fan was a young woman, probably about college age. You leaned forward, your arms folded on the table and made your clothes pull against your frame and you looked intensely focused on the fan. Engaged with what they had to say.

The very act made quite a few people swoon and scream, only your eyes flickered to your cast mates with a raised brow.

“I think the proposals have increased quite a bit now,” Chris said with a smirk. It didn’t help relieve the flush in your face when a few whistles of agreement followed his statement.

The girl giggled nervously into the mic in front of her and you refocused your attention on her. “Hi,” she said through her giggles and you nodded, hand lifting slightly to wave.

“Hey, how are you?” you asked and she nodded, “good thank you. I just want to say personally I’m a huge fan of the character, C/N, and I just wanted to ask you how you felt when you got the role to portray them?”

You raised your brows under the weight of the question. You smiled and thanked her for the question. “Hmm, well, I’m not gonna lie it felt scary that I wouldn’t be able to portray the character, but the script writer and director - along with my cast members - they really helped me where I felt I lacked in providing the performance that C/N would. So yeah, thank you for that question, and I’m glad you enjoyed my take on the character, other than that it was a lot of fun.”

She beamed from ear to ear and nodded eagerly. She thanked you profusely and expressed her excitement to see Aftermath in cinemas. Elizabeth patted your hand with a smile. “You did good,” she uttered away from the microphone and you nodded in thanks.

Another fan walked up and greeted the cast. “So I want to know, who would win in a fight against each other: Bucky or C/N?”

“Uh, the correct answer, obviously, would be Ironman.” Robert’s interjection made the crowd fall into a frenzy of hysterics. You grinned, the act natural and your own that you made signature component for your character.

“Remember who killed your parents,” Sebastian taunted and Robert smirked down the table his way. “Uh,” Sebastian began as he leaned back in thought for a moment, “I kinda want to say Bucky. I don’t think C/N could bring themselves to hurt him. So I think he’d use that to his advantage.”

When the fan inquired about your opinion, you shrugged with a tsk. “I think C/N would only win if someone hurt Wanda.” Your answer made the fans giddy, the uproar of cheers enough to bring the roof down like an earthquake.

“I have to say that the fight sequence was so intense, I was on the edge of my seat the entire time. The cinema I was in was in such a state, I thought it was gonna get shut down,” the next fan began with a giggle. You and your fellow co-stars couldn’t help but chuckle and smile. It really did make you happy to know that you had done well to provide fans with such excitement. The Avenger films were great and adored by the fanbase, your only wish was that you wouldn’t let the dedicated members of the production and the fans down.

“The fight choreography was brilliant and I wanted to ask what you could share about what went on behind the scenes? Like, how was all of that done?”

Oh, that was a loaded question. “Well…,” you chuckled, “let me first tell you that the entirety of my character fighting in their ‘wolf form’ was me. I did all the motion capture for that–” The room was filled with applaus. “Thank you. Yeah, my stunt double thought it would be funny to visit their family overseas and leave me to do all the motion capture. So I have them to thank for the harness that was riding my ass for the next couple of days,” you answered, though everyone could tell you only meant to tease, that you didn’t mean anything ill about it all.

The experience of doing all the intense choreography was actually one of the most fun aspects you’d ever done in any of your productions thus far.

Anthony laughed into his mic then. “I kid you not, we all have a video around twenty minutes long of Y/N doing the motion capture from the gag reel. And it’s hilarious,” he sighed at the end and earnt a laugh from the crowd.

“It wasn’t easy, man,” you whined, “but– but when I had to do scenes that required a more realistic build, I was saved the embarrassment and actually we had my dog, D/N, do all the motion capture for that.”

A photo of your German Shepherd appeared on the screen above, your arms encircled around them, their head tilted and long tongue hung from their mouth.

“They’re so cute!” a fan in the crowd shouted and you chuckled. “Damn adorable, I love them. I had to be on guard, I was scared Chris would take them home.”

Chris leaned over in his seat, hand slapped to his chest with a toothy grin as he cackled to himself. “I love that dog so much, what can I say?”

The fan thanked you for your time and walked back to their seat. The next fans were two girls, again around the age of college students walked up together. “Hi!” one of them greeted and the other looked incredibly shy, her friend held her close around the shoulders.

“Hey there, how are you?” you asked again. You always asked how the fans were, a habit that was just natural. Human. Kind.

“We’re good thanks. Uh, so this is my friend, Taylor,” she said and indicated to the other girl next to her. She waved and mumbled a meek hello into the mic. Your cheeks folded out into a smile, adoring the girl’s shyness. It was adorable. “And it’s her birthday and I want to ask if you could give her a little birthday present as your character, C/N, please? And with a cherry on top, add your wolf voice?”

Your tongue danced over your teeth as fans left, right and centre cheered and hollered. You could tell it was as much wanted by them as the fans asking for it themselves. “Just out of curiosity, who else is here for their birthday?” you asked and quite a large amount clapped in answer, a view yelled their response.

“Okay, so you can consider this a gift to you guys as well.” You sat forward and rolled your shoulders, getting into the mind of your character.

“Happy Birthday, Taylor.” You stopped to let the fans burn out their screams before you continued. “Told you, marriage proposals all of them,” Robert commented just as you went to speak and you broke out of character for a moment, face palming your hand.

“Go on, Wolfie, you gotta appease the fans,” Robert uttered with a wave of his hand to usher you on.

“I hope you have a wonderful birthday. Wanna play fetch some… sometime in the park?” Despite the momentary hiccup, unable to contain the embarrassed giggle in your throat as your face brightened, you finished.

Even some of your castmates imitated getting flustered, even Lizzie herself fanned her face. Taylor hid her face in her palms and her friend thanked you.

The other beauty of your performance was that the sound editors had little to do with mixing your vocals for the werewolf voices, you had a knack for making it naturally guttural and animalistic.

Anthony snickered playfully. “So I think we can agree that Y/N “Wolfie” has taken over the panel. Can we get a shout or clap if you enjoyed Y/N’s performance of C/N?”

You don’t know how it was possible, but that was the loudest you’d heard the fans.

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the-desilittle-bird · 1 year

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Steve: So... nothing happened between you and Peter last night?”

Y/N: “Nothing. Why do you ask?”

Steve: *Blushes as he chuckles nervously* “Well... Peter came knocking on my door last night looking for your room. He had a Disney Princess swimming ring around his naked body. Why is that?”

Y/N: “Well, he wanted the Spider-Man one, but I told him that one was mine.”

Steve: “And the part about him being naked?”

Y/N: “Oh.” *Nonchalantly* “We had sex in the pool last time. I stole his clothes and super speeded back to my room.”

Steve: *Shocked and blushing*

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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Stained Like Georgia Clay, Part 7

Summary: Cole takes you out riding

Pairings: Cole Turner X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit sexual content, explicit language, smut, skinny dipping, fingering, oral sex (F&M receiving), swallowing, 18+ ONLY

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Cole walks through his parents garage, not looking for anything in particular, just looking. Digging through a few old tools when he comes across something he hadn’t seen in years. His dad’s old motorcycle, covered up and still looking every bit as new as the last time he’d seen it. It was beautiful and kept, and just the perfect thing to enjoy time with you. Cole would never just outright take the vehicle. Tapping his fingers on the body of the bike, he decides it’s best to just go and ask his parents.

He trots into the kitchen, making sure to give his mom a cheek kiss, and then he goes into the living room. Running his fingers smoothly over his dad’s hand, and he looks up at his only son smiling, “Found the old bike,” Cole tells his dad, and grabs the pipe out of his father’s hand who glares at him. “Really? More tobacco?”

“Let me die in peace. I smoked, let me smoke.”

“Why are you mentioning the bike?” His mom brings her husband his breakfast. Her hands pet over his cheek, and then moves to brush the hair away from his weathered face.

“I was wanting to take it out,” his dad looks up at him curiously, but nods his head. “I’m pretty sure everything is still in working condition.”

“You’re very eager.”

“Dale,” his mother giggles at him. Taking a seat at the couch beside her husband she looks up at her handsome son. She was so proud of him, and beyond excited to have him back in her life. “Would this have something to do with the girl you had a date with in the orchard?”

“Yes,” he had been waiting for this conversation. He was a grown man, but still the idea of having this conversation with his mom made him cringe. He had been trying to just enjoy his time with you. By enjoying his time, he was learning to care for you. It definitely wasn’t love, but he knew that it was growing. Wanted to make any excuse to see you. It had become a daily thing at this point. You or him was always showing up on each other’s doorsteps.

“How many weeks has this lasted?”

“Mom.” “Rachel.”

“I’m just saying. You’re a handsome man, I don’t know why you felt the need to be a philanderer,” Cole sighs embarrassedly, looking away from his mother. His crystal blue eyes staring at the ceiling and refusing to make a comment on that. “Oh, come on, Cole. It is what it is. Had I had known you would have taken all the time to get married or give me grandchildren, I would have had other children. So tell me about this girl that has captivated more than just your body?”

“She’s adorable,” Rachel tilts her head to the side with a proud smile towards her son. “She doesn’t want to leave here, but she wants to take time off to be able to travel and go. She likes the ambiance of the small town life, but she doesn’t think like these people. She actually takes no crap from men. No matter how hard they try for a date. She hasn’t dated, and honestly that scared me.”

“How old is this girl, son?” Dale lifts his hand up as if to take a drag from his pipe, only to realize it wasn’t in his hand.

“Twenty. I know, but in my mind I’m probably twenty. It takes a long time for men to fully develop, and yes, I’m taking my time with her. So quit judging me.”

“How did you meet her?” Rachel lifts up a glass of sweet tea, and sips on it a moment. “You don’t get out too much, and then this happened. So I’m curious, how did you meet her?”

“Her parents own the general store,” while Rachel wiggles around a bit, her smile getting larger, Cole turns around to look out of the window. Their house sat right in the middle of the orchard, high on a hill. Nothing but apple trees as far as the eye could see. Except over in the distance, you could see a driveway lined in peach trees, and a small quaint farmhouse. It was like he was destined to have you in his life.

“I had to go in to get some things for the house, and she was there. There was something about her. She doesn’t get involved in the small town talk or the congregation chats. She does her job, smiles, and then works on a book. She wants to be a writer. And she has this sweet little distant look in her eyes, and yeah, I can’t help it, there’s this part of me that wants to take care of her.”

“Maybe because she’s twenty,” Dale chuckles at his own joke, but then with a deep and painful cough, he stops to take a drink of sweet tea.

“No, it’s more than that. She needs me. Like we went to the swinging bridge, and she tried to be all cool about it, and she’s terrified of heights. I had to carry her away from the situation, and I have never felt more — needed or wanted. In that moment she allowed herself to be vulnerable with me, and she barely knew me, and she didn’t care. She just needed me.”

“Son,” Rachel starts, setting her glass down to fully look at her son. He lit up while he was talking about you. She didn’t even know the names of the other girls, and here her son was telling her things about you. What he liked, and maybe even why he liked it. “She sounds young and inexperienced.”

“Wow.”

“No, listen. With girls, it’s different. It just is. You’re literally letting someone into your body. Tread lightly with this. I’m sure her parents wouldn’t think kindly of you making their daughter the talk of the town because of a mistake.”

“She’s not a mistake. She’s…well, she’s different,” Cole bites at his lower lip. It was easy to have sinful thoughts of you dancing around in his head. But honestly, his favorite thing was thinking of the way your smile looked in the sun. The way your melodic giggle always made him laugh right along with you. You helped him forget for a moment how uncertain his father’s life was.

But his favorite was the way you looked while you drifted to sleep on his chest. He had never had that level of intimacy. Completely clothed, and things felt so raw and sweet. And he had never taken the time to notice what someone looked like on him. He was usually calling a cab to get them. You were different. If he could find a way to keep you with him all night, every night, without freaking you out, he would.

“She’s not a mistake, mom. She’s…she’s…”

“Son, you’re going to hurt yourself trying to think of another word besides love,” Cole shakes his head rapidly, trying to deny what he had growing within him. “Fine, keep pretending. The key to the bike is in dad’s office. Have fun today. Take a blanket. You know where would be nice?”

“The pond,” his dad’s voice scratches out. “It’s secluded. There’s a big field there, plenty of trails to go on, and no one to bother you. I think that’s a great place. And it isn’t far from here, in case that stupid bike breaks down. We’ll come and get you.”

“The pond?” Cole thinks about how it was in fact away from everyone. Beautiful untouched land, and one where he had hoped one day he could have his own house built there. It was in a valley, plenty of shade and trees, and complete privacy. No neighbors. It would be amazing. And just perfect to show you around.

Taking a bite out of your sandwich, Loretta stands at the door, pawing on the floor. Her brown eyes turn back to look at you before she starts barking loudly, “Loretta Lynn, you quit that right now,” she continues her barking until you walk out on the porch with her. That handsome man comes up the driveway on a motorcycle, and you can’t help but to feel those pesky butterflies in your stomach. He made you happy.

Stopping only to lean forward on the handlebars, smiling from ear to ear. “What cha doing, Bee?”

“I was eating a sandwich. Would you like one?”

“I think I would,” there was something about the way his foot pushed down the kickstand, and he throws his leg over the seat that had you gulping, and turning quickly to walk inside. With a quick pounding of his feet he comes up behind you. His arms wrap around your waste, and he pulls you flush against his hard body. Cole peppers kisses over your shoulders, and you tilt your neck to the side where he hungrily nibbles on your sensitive skin.

“You thought you were going to walk back inside without giving me a kiss?”

“I didn’t know you wanted one,” it was almost impossible to choke those words out. Your hand reaches behind you, and you weave your fingers through his fluffy locks. Obsessed with the way he was making you feel.

“I always want a kiss from you, Bee. You got some peanut butter and jelly?” With him still wrapped around your waist you waddle the two of you over to the table, and slide a bowl towards him. “What’s this?”

“Peanut butter and apple jelly.”

“Aw, honey, you shouldn’t have. You know a way to a man’s heart, huh?”

“It’s a classic. Don’t flatter yourself,” despite your words, you were softly rubbing your fingers over his forearm. The other hand, back to playing with his hair, and when he pulls off you quickly, he has to look away, pretending he didn’t see that pouty face. “When did you get a motorcycle?”

“It’s my dad’s. I thought you might like to ride around the property.”

“Is it safe?”

“Do you think I would hurt you?” You exaggerate a thinking face, pretending to contemplate if this gentle man would ever hurt you. “Brat.”

“Uh!” There that little stomp of your foot was. You were definitely a brat. “That isn’t fair.”

“Then get on the back of my bike, and go with me. After I eat my peanut butter and jelly though.”

“Fine. But…Do we get to kiss?”

“Whenever you want to kiss, Bumblebee, you just lean in and kiss me,” you bite at your lip, and take a step forward, your finger weaves under a belt loop, and you pull his hip forward, but hesitate, “You can’t be doing that if you’re not going to…” you don’t want him to finish.

With a hand wrapped around his neck, you pull him down to your mouth. Not hesitating to brush your tongue on his lips and tasting the sandwich on him. Cole reciprocates by sucking on your tongue, causing a spew of whimpers to release. Laying his sandwich down, both hands grab at your hips, and he picks you up to sit on the counter. His thick frame pushes in between your legs, and you pull him tighter to you.

Cole can’t help but to pull you closer. Have your ass sitting right at the edge of the counter so you’re forced to wrap your legs around him, and cling tight to his waist. This felt right, and better than anything he could remember. Just kissing you felt better than any woman. Grabbing onto his hand, you place it on your tit, and he pulls off of you with a pop, “We should probably go,” smirking as he glances down at where you put his hand before dropping it.

“Just let me finish my sandwich,” he takes a big bite and smiles through his chewing. “What?”

“Nothing,” you were annoyed. You don't know what you were doing, but you wanted things to go further. You spent every evening with Cole and it was always kissing. Just kissing. You wanted him to touch you. Cole, however, enjoyed seeing you frustrated. There was something about the way you would turn your chin up, and try to act like him pulling away wasn’t bothering you. When in fact, it got under your skin.

Finishing up, he pulls you out of the house, and you leave the lazy Loretta laying in her bed. And you follow an excited Cole out the door. Waiting for him to get on the bike, before you join him. Arms wrap around him immediately as you enjoy a nice summer ride. There wasn’t a destination, just Cole showing you his family property.

He drops his hand randomly, so he can caress it on top of your hand. Your fingers was dangerously low. Settled over his crotch, and he was supposed to not think about it. Had to keep his mind on the trail, and make sure he wasn’t going to hit some tree. He was almost positive you were completely oblivious, and if it wasn’t for your chin resting on his shoulder, he might have lost it all together. Thankfully the pond wasn’t far away, because he could use some cooling off.

You had never been to this part of the town, due to it being private property, but it was gorgeous. Almost wild, untouched, and more than once you saw a few rabbits, turkey, and deer. Cole slows down the bike, before stopping at the edge of water, “Come on,” laying down a large blanket, he pulls off his shirt, and starts kicking off his shoes.

“What’re you doing?”

“I’m going swimming,” undoing his belt and jeans, he pushes them down, and stands in nothing but his boxer briefs holding out his hand. “Come on. You can do it, Bee.”

“I don’t have a bathing suit.”

“Neither do I,” he drops his hand and runs out the dock before diving into the water.

When he disappears, you try to calm yourself. You weren’t prepared for this, but it didn't seem like he was either. You wanted him to touch you. Wanted to do more than kiss, and if you wanted that, you had to quit pushing these moments away. Cole comes out of the water, slinging his hair to the side right as you pull off your shirt. Getting down to nothing but your bra and panties, but with a deep calming breath, you take the bra off.

Arms wrapped around your chest as you walk out the dock. Cole’s head was barely above water, just his eyes as he watches you, and you jump in. The water was colder than expected, but mixed with the Georgia summer sun, it was refreshing. Coming back up to the surface you swim over to the man you were willing to give everything to.

There was a calmness here. The slight breeze mixed in with your heavy breathing and the odd chirp from a bird. “You okay?” Cole asks wading closer to you.

“I can’t touch.”

“It’s deeper than you thought, huh?” Pulling you into his body, you yip as your bare skin touches his, “Hey, I got you,” he peppers kisses over you face. One sweet peck after another. Reaching for his hand, you place it back on your tit. Your eyes wide as you pull back from him. “Is that what you’re wanting, hmm?”

His calloused thumb moves over your hardened bud, gripping tighter until he pinches you, and you lay your head on his shoulder, “Bee? You gonna talk to me, pretty girl?”

“I like it,” lifting you up out of the water a bit, exposing your tit. With his eyes only on you, he inches closer, looking directly at your eyes before his mouth closes around your nipple, “Mmm,” you moan out. His hand kneads your tit while his tongue kitten licks your pebbled peak. Continuing to suck until pulling completely off.

His nose nuzzles along the sensitive area, before readjusting your weight, “Let’s try the other one,” Nearly the same motions, but he keeps a hand on the other breast. Groping and teasing the other. You were mesmerizing. For once you were letting your body do the thinking as you roll your hips on him. Your hot cunt over his abs, and using the ridges to grind over. He pulls off you, and watches you for a moment.

Jaw slack and making the most beautiful sounds, “How does that feel, Bee? You like that?”

“Yeah,” leaning back, letting your tits float out of the water, you smile knowing that Cole was indeed enjoying the view.

“You want a little bit more?”

“Yes, please!”

When his hand goes under water, you were for sure this was the day. It was the moment that Cole was going to take your virginity. He reaches out to the gusset of your panties, and pushes it aside. You feel the pressure of two fingers pushing into your walls, and your head falls back on your shoulders, whimpering. This wasn’t what you were expecting, but you weren’t completely upset about it.

“How’s that? You like fucking my fingers?”

“Cole…”

“Does it feel good?” You nod your head. With your body still moving over him, he looks down into the water. It was a bit murky, but he could see your cunt swallowing his fingers down to the knuckles. His cock hard and neglected, but he didn’t care. The only thing that would make this better would be to have your juices leaking down his wrist. You were loving it. Your fingers could never compare to his thick beefy ones.

“God, you’re beautiful, but that pussy…keep doing that Bee. You’re doing such a good job. You like that don’t you?”

“Uh huh.”

“I bet you would taste just like candy.”

“Taste?”

“Oh, I’m sure no one has feasted on that pretty cunt. It’s a shame I can’t hear how wet I’ve made you,” his tongue pokes out of his mouth, and he draws his lip in. Each word out of his mouth has you riding his fingers with more enthusiasm. Had you taking even more of him. Your walls were so tight around him. He could almost feel you hugging his cock. Letting your walls mold to him. The only man that had ever done it.

“I wanna taste you, Bee. These fucking cotton panties are blocking my view. Will you let me lick on you?”

“Y-y-yeah.”

“You would? You’re fluttering around me,” he pulls his fingers out of you, and you glance up at him pouting. “Don’t worry, Bee. Let’s get to the dock,” but you couldn’t stop, you were so close. “Bee! Quit your pouting, or I might have to fuck you right here.”

“Will you?” Dammit, those eyes. You didn’t know. You couldn’t know, but the look you were giving him, he almost didn’t make it to the dock.

“I’m not fucking you, until you’ve touched my cock. I can tell you want to, but for whatever reason, you’re denying yourself. Let me taste your sweet sweet honey between your legs, and then I’ll show you how to pleasure me, okay?”

“Okay,” you squeak. He lifts you up to the dock, and your legs start spreading. Damn those white cotton panties. They left nothing to the imagination wet. Hauling himself out of the water, you admire his beauty. Beads of water drip down the hills and valleys of his muscles. You could see the outline of his thick cock perfectly. It was amazing he hadn’t ripped through his underwear with the strain it was causing. Reaching out your hand, you palm him, and his eyes roll back in his head.

“Not yet, eager girl,” getting to his knees, one hand on each of your knees, he splits you open. His body lowers down, and he presses chaste kisses over your covered core. Up and down your slit. Looking up at you as he continues. Flattening out his tongue, he licks up your slit, and your hands hold over your tits. “There ya go,” he whispers, sitting up.

Cole’s fingers move under the elastic of your panties, and he pulls down the innocent little panties. Looking up at you as you settle on your back more comfortable, until he stares at your weeping cunt. He thought it was pretty before, but when your legs drop to the side, and he sees the conflict in your face, it makes it that much sweeter. “You’re not doing anything wrong, Bee.”

“I know.”

“I’ll stop whenever you want me to, okay?” Nodding your head he inches closer. His tongue laps up your juices, and he moans at your tangy sweet taste. “I’m addicted,” whimpering out his name, he shimmies closer. Kitten licking up your tight hole, right over your sensitive bundle of nerves. “I want to taste this everyday,” he leans forward, letting his lips circle around your nub, and gives it a hard suck, and your head leans back. Panting at the feeling.

“You aren’t gonna last long, huh? You gonna taste me? Or you just wanna touch me?”

“T-t-taste.”

“Good girl,” he dives in and gorges himself on you like a man starved. Sucking on your clit and pulling off. Two fingers move into your cunt, and he pumps into you. Your hands are still fondling your breasts. Your hips rocking up into his hungry mouth. You were beautiful. Eyes blown full of lust, and finally letting your primal need for pleasure take over.

Your body thrusts with his motions, and he knows that his cock is going to be a tight fit, but he has no problem devouring you, and stretching you out everyday until then. You were beautiful. He could get used to this. Could see himself waking you up with pleasure. Could almost hear your sweet raspy morning voice moan out his name.

Your thighs tighten around his head, and you try pushing him away. You were almost there, but denying yourself a true toe curling orgasm. No words tell him to stop, so he keeps pushing you. Your back arches off the dock, and your walls squeeze around his fingers. When he gives your little pearl a nibble, your hand grabs at his head, pushing him more into your warmth as you completely come undone.

Falling back on the dock panting, Cole slurps up your honey, before moving to his knees, “How was that?” He chuckles, as you narrow your eyes up at him, unable to speak. Words just didn’t work anymore. “You still want to touch me?”

“Yeah,” sitting up eagerly on the dock, nodding your head, “Please?”

“Trust me, I will never deny you my cock.”

“Then fuck me.”

“Haha, you’re funny. I said, you needed to touch my cock before that pretty pussy did. Besides, I’m going to enjoy stretching you out a bit longer. Now, open up,” your face falls, and he stands up taking his thick and heavy cock out of his briefs. A bead of precum on the tip, and he steps closer. “Not gonna open your mouth?”

“Uh-uh,” oh you were playing coy now. Your mouth turned up into a mischievous smile, but you also had your hand resting in between your thighs. Oddly pushing your cunt against it.

He presses his spongy tip on your lips, and paints his salty essence on them. “I hear you, Bee. Breathing hard, and making a mess. Quit playing games with me, and just open up. I’ll make sure you know what to do. Go on. You can do it. Open that pretty little mouth,” you let your jaw go slack, “Stick your tongue out.”

You followed directions so well. Letting your tongue stick out as he softly pushes through your pillowy pout. His hips thrust him into you gently. Brushing back your stray hairs. “There ya go, pretty Bumblebee. Now, grip the base with your hand,” you hesitate. The last thing you wanted was to disappoint him.

“Hey, I’m gonna teach you exactly how I like it. You’re perfect. And my cock is in your mouth, so I’m not complaining. Now, that arm that’s getting covered in your juices, yeah, that one you keep hunching on,” you pull him out of your mouth, getting embarrassed. “Bee! It is fine.”

“You’re making fun.”

“No, I think it’s hot that sucking my dick was making you horny. Now, take your fingers, and get some of that mess in your cunt. I want your slick on my cock,” you smile, but can’t look at him. “Bee, my cock is hard and right there, baby. Later tonight, I’ll let you ride my face if you want. Just get some of your juices on your fingers, we’ll use that as lube.”

Sighing, you move your fingers to your cunt. Cole watches as you gather up your juices, letting your fingers get all shiny and pretty with your arousal, and you raise your hand to his cock, “There ya go. Wrap that sloppy hand around me,” you grip around his cock, and it terrifies you when your fingers don’t touch. He was thick. And you look down at your hole, and have your doubts. “Don’t worry about that now. I want your hand tighter.”

You grip him with more force, and he moans. So tight you could feel his cock throbbing. A vein right under your finger makes you have a need to feel it under your tongue. Holding his cock up, you let your tongue follow the trail until you get to his tip, and you lick at his hole. His musk was intoxicating as you sink over him.

“Oh, yeah, that’s good, baby. Now, mouth and hand work together. Pump me in your fist, and bob your mouth over me,” you followed directions so well. Naturally looking up at him through your lashes has him struggling. This felt so much better than his hand. You definitely looked so much better. Your body is still moving with your motions. Everything was so much. Too much. “Uh! Yeah, right there. Fuck yeah. You’re perfect. Yeah — Yeah,” he says out your real name as he spews into your mouth.

Hot cream fills your mouth, and you swallow it. Letting your tongue lick up any spillage, and still those sweet eyes stare up at him. “Fuck, Bee, I’m sorry. That…perfection. It was just perfect, and I couldn’t hold on. Fuck.”

Cole takes a moment to steady his breathing. Stuffing himself back into his underwear, before he holds a hand down for you to stand with him. Completely nude, you stand up, and his hand goes to your cunt. “I believe you’re wetter now than you were earlier. You enjoy that?”

“I did,” he pulls you in for a bruising kiss. Letting the both of you taste each other’s arousal. It mixed perfectly. Like the two of you were meant to be.

“Why don’t we go in the shade, and take a nap. I know you got to be exhausted.”

“Okay…can…would you want to stay with me tonight? I won’t pressure you to have sex.”

“You’re calling it sex now, huh? You were saying fuck earlier,” you try to look away, but he holds your chin up, “Look at me when you’re asking questions, darling. I’d love to stay with you tonight. Clothes on. No church tomorrow?”

“No. I haven’t been going.”

“Feeling guilty?”

“Not when I’m with you.”

Cole nods his head, but doesn’t respond. Still holding your hand, he leads you over to the shade, and helps you put on your clothes, leaving your bra off, because he liked the way your nipples poked through your shirt. His hand holds over your tit as the two of you become a mess of legs and arms. Keeping turned towards each other, because you didn’t think you could ever get tired of his handsome face.

“You okay, Bee?” You smile nodding your head, and he starts to relax. Cole didn’t want to admit it, but he was falling, and falling hard. He doesn’t close his eyes until your breathing steadies out. He liked watching you. This was not what he was wanting when he came home.

He thought this summer was going to be filled with mundane everyday activities. A bit of heartbreak, because it was inevitable that his dad would pass soon. But then there was this pretty thing sitting in the back of a rusty old ford with baskets of peaches and jars of honey. The prettiest smile he’d ever seen. An odd familiarity surrounded you, and he wanted nothing more than to protect you, and keep you all to himself.

He wanted to make your traveling dreams come true. Let you explore the world, and then wanted to read everything through your eyes. You had captivated him. You first scared him, because he’d never been with someone so innocent and inexperienced, nor did he want to. Until you. You not only were worth it, but you were breaking down his walls of wanting to play the field. He didn't know why you were different, but he saw a future with you. He was willing to put in the time and patience with you, and he just hoped you were willing to do the same.

He brings you closer to his body, and gently kisses your forehead before he settles down. Even your body fits perfectly in his arms. He sighs as his eyes flutter closed. Feelings he had never felt were rising up, and he didn’t know what to make of them. He just knew he liked it more than anything. The sexual part was just an added bonus. You were becoming everything.

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cevansbaby-dove · 25 days

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My Writings Master List

One shots of Chris Evans and Co

Being Married to the SMA (Fluffy) Part 2 here (Smutty)

Smutty one shot

Let's Get lost, Andy Barber X Reader (Smutty)

Campus Heat Professor Barber (Smutty)

Coming home to you (Chris Evans X Wife!Reader)

Making cookies with Chris

Chris Evans and wife fluff

Old School Lover (Steve Rogers X Reader)

Car help (Chris Evans X Reader Smut)

Chris and Ellie Drabbles.

Face Claims

The Evans House

Mood Board of the Evans

Young love (Fluffy)

Awards with the Evans part 1, Part 2 found here (Both fluffy)

Ivy's Big Night! (Fluffy)

I'll never leave you when you need me (Fluffy)

Meeting Chris's Family (Fluffy)

Love blooms in boston (Fluffy)

Date night with Ellie (Fluffy)

Worried mom and dad part 1 Part 2 is found here (Both sadish)

A fight? uh oh (Angsty)

Just hold me (Fluffy and Angsty)

Protect me (Chris's pov.)

Talk to me tell me what's going on. (Angsty) Part 1 Part 2 is found here (Smutty)

My Love (Smutty)

Nightmares (Angsty)

Chris Surprises his family (Fluffy)

Chris and the kids make cookies (Fluffy)

Pole dancing drabble (Smuttyish)

Stay with me (Fluffy)

Honeymoon phase 18+ (Smutty)

Ivy's first Red Carpet night (Fluffy)

I've always been me (Angsty)

One more to love (Fluffy!)

Ellie Reads a smutty book and need Chris after it (Smutty)

Ellie has a panic attack (Angsty)

Movie Night (smutty) NEW!

On Air With the Evans (fluffy) NEW!

I'll add more when I get them out :)

Glen Powell Works from me (On Hold)

Safe Haven series (On going)

part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5 (hint of smut)

Part 6 (Smutty)

Part 7

Part 8 (smutty)

Part 9 (Fluffyish)

Part 10 coming soon

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin fics

My Lover JS (Fluffy)

Jackass Jake (angsty)

Cozy Lovers (Fluffy)

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brnesblogposts · 2 months

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lost dogs and chance meetings

pairing chris evans x reader

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Your family had decided to take a trip to New York, you had been a few times before as your parents had friends there. At the time you were young and blissfully unaware of the celebrity world, it was different now, people were always running into celebrities on the streets in the US. New York is home to many, as well as a hotstpot for work in the industry. You didn’t luck out however, but your trip in the US wasn’t over just yet.

Your family had decided to take a trip up to Massachusetts, to stay in a log cabin for the weekend. Being the huge Chris Evans fan that you are you insisted they stop to look around Boston, not only because you loved visiting new places, but a small part of you hoped you’d run into the Bostonian man himself.

You stopped at a restaurant for some lunch after driving up to Boston, Not too long of a drive but enough to make you hungry, you felt a bit carsick after the journey so announced you were just popping out for some air, “Won’t be too long” you stated. you decided on a short walk to calm down the nausea you felt.

You stood there wide eyed, the hound was staring you down as you looked at him perplexed. Surely not. There’s no way Dodger Evans was standing on the pavement across from you. It looked like him, you decided to go up to him seeing as this possible Dodger lookalike seemed friendly, Dodger or not their owner must’ve been frantic about their puppy’s whereabouts. The tag read “Dodger” and your eyes shot up wide “OH MY GOD.” your inner voice spoke, you flipped the tag over and surely enough there was a phone number, Chris Evans’ phone number. You took out your phone with trembling hands.

Writing out the message, “Hello, is this Dodgers owner? I found him wondering by himself and I have a feeling he’s lost” you sent it.

“Could you send me a photo of him? possibly with you, so i know this isn’t a scam.”

An odd request, but considering his status a valid one.

you took a photo of Dodger, half your face in it, of course you wanted Chris to know he was safe. You sent it with a message reading “He looks completely fine! no sign of injury or anything, just missing his dad I think.“ you sent it not thinking and then it occurred to you “dad”, he’s going to know you know who he is.

His body relaxed. Chris had taken Dodger to the park and got too distracted in conversing with an old friend to notice Dodger had got out. As soon as he did though, his chest felt tight and breathing heavy. Who knows how long Dodger had been wondering for, or if he had been picked up. He began searching, texting Scott and his sisters, to let them know. Soon enough there was a search party for Dodger.

Chris’s phone pinged. The text read “Hello, is this Dodgers owner? I found him wondering by himself and I have a feeling he’s lost” his body instantly relaxed, until it didn’t. This could be a scam, someone has somehow found Dodger and known who he belonged to they’ve taken the number from the tag and continued on. “Could you send me a photo of him? possibly with you, so i know this isn’t a scam.” without hesitation he responded. He needed to know Dodger was okay and whoever this was had his best interest at heart. The person had responded within seconds.

A sigh of relief escaped his mouth, Dodger is okay. His rescuer was.. beautiful.

“Thank you, could you send me your location? want to reunite with my boy ASAP”

You sent your location and a message to put his mind at ease, “I’ve given him some water from my bottle, poor guy was thirsty, we’re in the shade waiting now”

That made him feel better, you obviously cared about animals, and definitely had Dodgers best interest at heart. You were only a few blocks from him so he jogged, within a few minutes he saw Dodger and you at the end of the street at a bus stop.

You tried your best to keep your cool. Yes you were a fan, but you found his dog. You saw him in the distance running down the street and anxiety struck you, you pushed it aside.

Dodger instantly recognised his dad and ran into his arms as Chris knelt down to greet him, “Hi bubba! don’t ever do that again.” your heart melted at the greeting, you know if it was your own dog back home you would be a complete mess. After a good long reunion Chris looked up at you.

“Hi, Thank you, Thank you. You wouldn’t believe how worried I was when I noticed he’d got out of the park” he spoke, out of breath, considering he had just run 5 blocks. You stood there for a second, trying to compose a calm and collected response so as to not freak him out. “Of course! I have a dog back home and would hope someone would do the same thing if he got out” He smiled at your sympathising.

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f10werfae · 1 year

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Daddy Duties

pairing: Fiance!Chris Evans x Pregnant!Reader

summary: Y/n can’t sleep, and Chris has the most plausible solution. Some playtime comes with Daddy Duties, Chris’ duties

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

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Huffing out to herself Y/n stared blankly up at the ceiling, wanting nothing more than sleep to take over. Raking a hand over her exposed 6 month bump, she felt her little one kick her ribs making her wince. Only for her hand to be covered by a larger warmer one, Chris' “You alright sweetness?” He whispered out, his eyes still closed but his lips already puckered out waiting for a kiss from his woman.

“I can’t sleep” She whispered back, turning to face him, cupping his face and placing a soft kiss on his waiting lips. His hands kneading her waist as he used his tongue to deepen their kiss, the sounds of their lip smacking filling the room. His lips slowly moving to place kisses on the corner of her mouth, then to her jaw and neck

“Let me take care of you baby yeah? Daddy’s here now” He whispered kissing the shell of her ear, his hands creeping down and pushing her panties to the side, running his fingers down her wet slit

“O-okay, but not too hard Chrissy, m' still sensitive from earlier” Y/n whimpered latching her arms around her lover’s neck, hiding her reddened face in his warm cozy neck. His fingers slowly rubbed her poor needly little button, her hips instinctively jerking up into his hands making him smirk proudly.

This was his woman, and his only. His future wife and mother of his baby, always like putty in his hands, wanting to please him. I mean who could blame her, she were young and innocent, and well he was older and more experienced. The perfect match in her eyes. He treated her with love and care, going from being a friend she met at a club, to a fuck buddy until he claimed her pretty pussy as his only; consequently knocking her up in the process.

“You hear that honey, that’s your perfect pussy taking daddy’s fingers” He whispered directly into her ear, along with the sounds coming out of her wet pussy as he slowly massaged her wet hole. A blushing mess she was, erratically placing sloppy kisses all over his neck to prevent herself from spilling moans to the neighbours. Her pregnancy had not only tripled her sex drive, but also her sensitivity.

“S-stop it, you’re so mean” She whimpered, feeling relieved from the tingling feeling she felt down below, his fingers keeping their promise and taking their time with her. His love for her being shown through his passion and need to make her feel good, and God was he making her feel amazing.

“,you know you jus drive me crazy. C’mon baby let me see those pretty tits of yours”

“N-not pretty, nowhere’s pretty right now” She whispered, those feelings of insecurity returning, the changes pregnancy had done to her body not welcomed by her.

“Ya kiddin me right? You’re caring for OUR baby in your body, nourishing them n' makin sure they’re safe and sound. Hell if that’s not beauty baby, then i’m not sure we’re on the same page” He said now leaning back to stare deep into her eyes, her face going back into his neck to hide her deepening blush. Her hands pulling up her oversized sleep shirt to just above her chest, Chris' smile didn’t falter once at the slight confidence she showed.

His mouth latching on almost immediately to one of her hardened buds, his tongue toying with it almost as if he was trying to drink from her then and there. His fingers slowly going further in her cunt, squeaks of pleasure leaving her as she just pushed his face further into her chest.

“Gonna be my best girl aren’t you mama? C'mere baby and let go for me, I got you, daddy’s got you” He groaned feeling her velvety walls clench around his finger before he felt her release a long held breath, along with her body erotically rocking against his hips.

“Ya feeling sleepy now?” He laughed quietly pulling out his fingers and massaging her pussy to help with the sensitiveness, her face nodding as she pulled away from his neck to give him a small tongue filled kiss as her way of thanking him, until she felt a certain bump growing underneath.

Chris immediately read her mind, pulling her hands back up, “s'okay baby, jus go to sleep, we can play more when we wake up yeah?”

Smiling up at him, she moved further into his arms that she hadn’t left since the start of their loving session, his hands running up and down her back affectionately with occasional pecks to her forehead until he was sure he had fallen asleep. His dominant hand protectively over her bump, letting himself fall asleep to her quiet snores.

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intoanotherworld23 · 1 year

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Princes Choice II

Pairing: Reader x Chris Evans

Warnings: None maybe just some minor tension

Summary: Everyone knows about the royal family the Evanses, especially their promiscuous son, Chris. Then one night they invite all the women, and their parents to a ball to make a major announcement that will change your life forever

✨Please do not copy and paste my work or steal it or take credit for it without my permission or else I will have you reported✨

Part 1

"Is there a guest room where I can stay?" Politely asking the queen as you stood in Chris's massive bedroom. "I just don't feel comfortable staying here just yet."

"Oh is something the matter?" She genuinely looked concerned that something happened between you and her son.

"No nothings wrong." Waving your hands back and forth relief flushed across her face. "It's just I would feel much better with my own room at least until I start getting to know him better."

"Of course we've prepared one for you just in case." She smiled warmly at you as she led you further down the hall. "If you'll follow me."

There were no way in hell that you were going to be staying in the same bed as him. He'd probably jump you first thing, and then say he was bored or make up some lame reason to break it off. Not doubting his natural talent for lying just to get what he wants.

Although his mother looked a tad disappointed when you made the comment you did. Almost like she expected you to just accept everything, and enjoy jumping in his bed. She was also probably just thrilled that he picked someone to marry anyway.

"Your here as a guest you know." She spoke as you looked over at her. "You can leave anytime you want."

"I guess I'm just still having a hard time believing that he picked me to be his wife." Her eyes remained straight ahead.

"I honestly didn't believe he would pick someone either." She admitted with a chuckle. "He was so against this at first, and when he knew we were serious he accepted things."

"Has he ever wanted to marry?" Timidly asking her as she looked over at you this time.

"Never. He's been against marriage ever since he was a young boy." Her words didn't comfort you, but the smile she gave you suggested he's changed.

"I hope this is more to your liking." Stepping into another large room this one feeling more warm and comforting.

"This is perfect." You smiled turning to face the queen. "Thank you so much."

"Chris is in his study right now, but he should be down by dinner time." She informed you even though you didn't ask.

"What time is dinner?"

"Dinner will be served by eight." Talking about food had your stomach grumbling.

"Should I wear anything specific?" Looking down at your jeans and shirt feeling like a slob compared to her.

"A dress would be appropriate." Nodding your head noticing your discomfort right away. "But you wear whatever feels comfortable to you."

"Thank you your majesty." Bowing your head down.

"Please call me Lisa."

"Thank you.. Lisa." You we're just glad she was sweet and kind, and not rude and cruel like some people said she was.

"Is there anything else I can get you?" She asked hands clasped in front of her.

"Oh no thank you I'm good." Bowing her head down to you.

"If you need anything at all please don't hesitate to let me know." Nodding back at her as she curtsied turning back around to walk back down the hall.

Plopping down on the bed the thick comforter cushioning your bottom as you looked around. Leaning back on the palms of your hands shaking your head back and forth not believing you were actually here. Wondering if maybe you were just dreaming this, and you couldn't find it in yourself to wake up.

Your mother bawled the whole time as you packed. Rolling your eyes as she told story after story of when you were little. She was more happy about this marriage then you were. Your father really didn't show too much expression, but he didn't dare to object to this marriage. Your mother would kill him.

Standing up you went over to your small bags of personal items figuring this was a good a time as any to start unpacking. This was going to be your new life now, and you might as well start accepting it. Plus you might be able to divorce him and then be done with him.

"Miss Y/L/N." A deep voice rang on the other side of the door catching your attention.

"Come in." Clearing your throat as you stood up a young man opening the door a tray in his hand.

"Sorry ma'am I was asked to bring some food to your room." His tone soft and gentle he was a good looking man.

"Oh okay thanks." Placing the tray on the table as you awkwardly stood there.

"You must be the lucky bride to be." He spoke as he stood by the door hands behind his back.

"Yep I'm the golden ticket winner." Jokingly answering which he thankfully found amusing.

"Not what you wanted huh?" His question caught you a little off guard not expecting someone like him to be talking to you like this.

"Well I'm not exactly fond of what you'd call an arranged marriage." Raising your fingers in an air quote motion.

"Yeah I wouldn't be happy if I had to marry him either." Raising your brows at him to explain further. "He's what you'd call a spoiled little boy who likes to play with his favorite toys."

"Doesn't surprise me." You scoffed realizing that night he talked to you was all a front. "I should have known he was that kind."

"That's usually how he does it. Sweet talks them, gets them into bed, and then once he's done with them he tosses them into the dirt."

"How do you know so much?" You asked him placing your hands on your hips.

"I've seen it way too many times." His tone sympathetic towards you with this information. “So many beautiful women hurt.”

"Great." Grumbling under your breath as he laughed.

"You'll be fine. The service here is great, and the food and wine is even better." He joked teasingly cracking a smile on your lips.

"Well keep the bottles of wine coming." Pointing a finger at him with a serious but playful look on your face.

"Will do ma'am." Nodding his hand at your request.

"Please call me Y/N." Waving your hand at him. "What's your name?"

"It's Sebastian Stan."

"Well its nice to meet you Sebastian." Smiling widely at him as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Staring at him for quick minute you took in such boyish qualities about this man. His eyes were soft and his skin looked smooth and warm. There was something about this man that had you feeling a sense of comfort. He seemed like he genuinely had a good heart, and wondered why you couldn't marry someone like him.

"How are you liking the castle?" He curiously asked just wanting to make small talk.

"It's a little overwhelming I gotta admit." You chuckled nervously. "I think I'm gonna need a map or something."

"The longer you stay the more familiar you'll become with the place." His words were an attempt to make you feel better. "Soon you'll know this place like the back of your hand."

"I don't know I have trouble with the backs of my hands sometimes." Cracking a lame joke but it earned you a soft chuckle.

"I should get back to my duties." Turning around to face the door. "Please let me know if you need anything."

Shutting the door behind him as you walked over to the silver tray covered in different little sandwiches and fruits. Thank god his mother caught on to how hungry you were otherwise you would have fainted before dinner.

Smacking your lips together as you devoured the sandwiches moaning at how good everything tasted. This was the best sandwich that you've ever tasted, and couldn't wait for dinner now. Wondering what kinds of delicious meals they would have prepared for you tonight.

Speaking of tonight you needed to figure out what you were going to wear. She told you to dress comfortably but you wanted to look like you belonged. Even if it wasn't exactly the ideal situation you were still living in a castle with the royal family.

Walking over to the book case with many shelves filled with books. Reading the different titles until something stood out to you. Landing on something interesting as you got into bed figuring make time go faster by reading until it was dinner time.

Looking at the clock you figured you might as well start looking for something to wear. Removing your shirt and bra tossing them in air, but not hearing them hit the ground. Shrugging it off as you walked over to the closet to find a dress. Hands on your hips as your eyes raked across the different clothes they already had packed.

"Now you just need to take your pants off." A deep voice startling you with a jump.

"What the fuck?" You screamed at the smirking man your arms covering your breasts.

"Don't stop dressing on my account." He actually dared to step closer to you making you back up into the dresser. "Not the first time I've seen a naked woman before."

"How long have you been standing there?" You asked him curiously.

"Not long enough apparently." His eyes trailing your figure then landing back on yours.

"Spy on a lot women do ya?" Your remark and tone condescending.

"I've never had the need to spy on women." He responded back truthfully. "I usually get what I want."

"God you're a pig." Scoffing at the man disliking the way he talked about women.

"You still need to take your pants off sweetheart." Looking down at your legs picturing what you looked like underneath.

"Get out." Nodding your head back towards the door but he just simply smiled back at you. "Now."

"That's no way to speak to your fiancé." Tsking like a parent scorning their child.

"Technically you've never asked me so." Feeling proud that you were right on this matter.

"Okay." Watching as he got down on one knee and you immediately started to panic.

"Well don't ask me now." Barking at him as he smiled at your reaction.

"Whatever you say sweetheart." Chuckling as he stood up with groan. "But you will become my wife."

"Yeah when hell freezes over." Grumbling under your breath but he heard it anyway.

"I can have that arranged for you if you'd like." He always had something to say back.

"Not surprised you're probably butt buddies with the devil himself." Sneering at him watching his smile slowly fading.

Not saying a word Chris stomped towards you until his chest was practically pressed up against you. Staring at you his nostrils flaring every time he inhaled. Your body was frozen to the ground unable to move. You could actually feel the heat radiating from his body.

Staring deep into his eyes as they slowly started to turn dark. He was trapping you like some helpless little animal. As much as you wanted to run away from him you couldn't find it in yourself to do that. As much as you wanted to smack him from trying to watch you change you couldn't.

His head leaning forward so his lips were barely touching the skin of your shoulder. Chris inhaling deeply to get a whiff of your scent moaning quietly his approval. You on the other hand were breathing heavily your chest heaving up and down. Your stomach was doing somersaults, and you were failing at trying to remain calm.

"If I were you I would stay on my good side." He whispered into your ear his breath hitting your skin making goosebumps appear.

"I didn't realize you had a good side." Blurting out before you could stop yourself his mouth barely touching you as he smirked loving how you didn't take his crap.

"That mouth is going to get you in trouble." Feeling his lips drag across the side of your neck to your shoulder leaving a tingling feeling on your skin.

You don't know what it was or what was happening, but you found yourself for a brief moment not wanting him to move. He smelled so good you wanted to just wrap your arms around him and hold on until your arms gave up. It was like he had you under some kind of spell and you couldn't snap out of it.

There was so much tension between you two you could cut it with a knife. Chris just wanting nothing more than to press his lips against yours. You needed to break free from this trance before something happened between you two.

"Can you please leave so I can finished getting changed?" Your voice cracked and you knew Chris could hear it, but you just hoped he wouldn't say anything.

"Well since you've asked nicely." Pushing himself away from you with restraint.

Turning around to walk back towards the door stopping with his hand on the ledge. His head facing you as he looked at you with almost a look of concern of worry. Scrunching your face as you choked back whether he should say something or not.

“I never told you this but you are absolutely positively gorgeous.” You almost rolled your eyes at his sweet and tender words.

“You probably have that line memorized saying it so many times.” Scoffing as you crossed your arms across your chest.

“True but I’ve never meant it before.” He smiled genuinely making it hard for you to not smile back. “There’s just something about you.”

His eyes didn’t wonder up and down your body like you expected him to. Instead they remained glued to yours. The corner of your lip twitching as you fought to smile at him or say anything back. You felt bad not responding, but you wanted him to know that you weren’t going to fall so easily for his games.

"If you meet Sebastian Stan please stay away." Moving your head back confused to what the meaning of his words meant.

"And why should I?" You bit back.

"Just please stay away from him he's not who you think he is." Was his last warning before he shut the door behind him. The hell did he mean by that.

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