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The Case of the Blue Sweater | Tom Hiddleston

Pairing: Mob!Tom Hiddleston x cop!reader

Style: one shot

WC: 10.7k

Warnings: crime, alcohol, drinking, implied sexual content (very much so), uhh, theres no blood, also NB: THIS STORY IS INCOMPLETE AND I WONT BE THE ONE TO FINISH IT! (story is also unedited to please dont hate me for any mistakes)

Summary: Hey so I read your Mob!Tom x reader and it got me thinking.. Could you write a Fic where Tom is in the mob but the reader is a cop? And like they’re secretly dating but technically the reader has to make it look like they’re hunting him down but they really aren’t? (If that makes sense) Idk I feel like I just need this in my life rn 😂😂

A/N: i got this ask back in january i think and i jumped on it right away, but at some point tumblr deleted it so i cant tag who asked (and i know this wasnt anonymous bc i remember but i never put it in the doc annoyingly). anyways, i started writing it, got to 10k words and lost motivation and never finished it. i really like the AU but nothing ever really happened.... im so sorry. I hope you enjoy what i have ^_^

A loud ringing paired with the loudest on and off buzzing from your phone vibrating on the nightstand is what pulls you out of your slumber. The sounds screech in your ears and you reach over to stop it, to just slide the button over so that your ears can stop bleeding. However, as you lean out of the arms wrapped around you, their grip strengthens and you’re dragged back into the chest of the man sharing your bed.

“Tom,” you say. A smile plays on your lips, the set of events not unusual for an early morning.

He nuzzles into your hair, places a wet kiss at the base of your neck. “Five minutes,” he mumbles into your skin.

You shake your head slightly, as much as you can with the limited space. “Can I at least turn the sound off?”

His grip slackens, making you able to reach the little way over to turn off the blaring alarm. The silence that comes with is welcome in every way, but the relief isn’t long-lasting when Tom drags you back into his chest, his nose quickly nuzzling back to where it was.

Two seconds is what it takes before he’s pressing kisses to your neck. Rough, slender fingers graze up the side of your body until they reach your neck, where they brush away your hair. With Tom’s easy access, the soft kisses slowly turn into something more, something rougher, and the use of his tongue causes a slight tickle to trail through your body.

“Tom.” You shift a little where you lay, taking away his access as you turn your head. In the shift, the man easily moves to trail kisses up your jaw, and as you whisper his name again, his lips connect with yours.

It’s a hungry kiss. He sucks at your bottom lip and his hand grabs your jaw, holding your head in place. You lean into him, kissing him back with equal fervor, however, you’re quickly dragged out of the bliss, when your phone goes off again.

There is no mistaking the death glare Tom sends the mini-computer. You chuckle slightly and push him off you to reach it. This time, it’s not an alarm, but a phone call.

Your boss’s call ID lights up the screen, and you give Tom a stern look as you press to accept the call. With the phone to your ear, Tom shrugs and moves under the covers. His hands trail down your body, teasing you as his fingers trace up your inner thighs.

“Y/L/N,” you say.

A grunt is heard from the other side first, then, “I need you to come in ASAP.” Your boss’s voice sounds urgent, desperate.

You check the clock. “I’m not supposed to come in in another hour,” you reply. “Is it that important?”

“Yeah, wouldn’t have called you otherwise.” It’s like you can hear him nod and roll his eyes at the same time. “We got a lead in the case.”

“What kind of lead? And which case?”

As your boss answers, you can feel Tom’s tongue on the inside of your thigh. In surprise at the feeling you barely manage to suppress the squeal that works up in your throat, and you miss your boss’s reply. (You don’t miss Tom’s smug laugh from under the duvet, nor how he continues to work his way closer to your clit.)

“Y/L/N?” comes from the other end of the line when you gain back… well, really some of your dignity, but mostly your mind.

“I’m here, sir.” You sigh. “Just something that happened that caught my attention. Cat nearly knocked down something made of glass.”

(You don’t have a cat, why was that the first excuse you could come up with? Your boss doesn’t know that, though, so it’s safe.)

“Didn’t know you had a cat, but that could happen to the best of us.” Your boss clears his throat. “The lead’s pretty good, but can’t say it over the phone so you gotta come in. It’s on the case about the Blue Sweater.”

You roll your eyes at the nickname of the case. One of the major criminals you were trying to take down is often seen wearing blue sweaters, and at a briefing you’d offered it as a code name; who knows who listens in on phone calls―they do seem to have a knack for being one step ahead of you, too.

But you don’t mention that to your boss. “Alright, sir, I’ll be on my way as fast as I can.”

“Make it less than half an hour and we’re good.”

“No problem, sir.”

Your boss is the one to hang up, and as you throw your phone down on the bed, Tom peeks his head up from under the covers. You send him a glare. “You should be happy you didn’t get started whilst I was on the phone.”

Your boyfriend smirks up at you. “Oh, you wouldn’t have liked that?”

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t like it.”

Tom shrugs. “You got time, right?” Though before you can answer he slides back under the cover, uses his hands to steady your hips and dips his head low. God, if only you had more time.

The moment the elevator door opens and you step out into the crowded office space of the police station, you hear your name being called. You wish you weren’t the head detective on the, currently, biggest case pertaining to crime bosses. Just once you wish you could come to work and not have at least five people at a time want to ask you a question or pepper you with information you already have.

You kind of wish you weren’t the head detective for another reason, too, but that’s a minor detail. Actually, that might be the reason you need to be the head detective; way easier to steer an investigation when you’re leading it.

Nonetheless, you have no choice in which cases you lead or not. And that’s usually the reason why there’s three people cluttering your desk as you sit down. You’re not entirely sure that’s the reason today.

You plop down in your chair and stare up at the talking men in front of you. The three of them notice you quickly (after all, it was them that yelled your name) and the chatter dies out.

“I’m here half an hour early and I would love to know what made me skip my morning shower.” (It would have been morning shower sex, and you are a little very annoyed that you had to skip it.)

Your boss coughs, gaining your attention. “Briefing room. Five minutes.” The man looks slightly uncomfortable, but that’s not a big surprise. You’ve been told many times that you have that kind of face that makes people squirm; just something about you is, apparently, intimidating.

“Okay.”

And he walks away.

“You two doing at my desk then?” you ask your coworkers. The two men are your right and left hand in most cases, but this one especially. You wouldn’t even be half the way you are now if you didn’t have them. (Though how much that says, you’re not sure, because you really have nothing.)

“Well…,” starts Mackie. His hand goes up to scratch his neck. “...really we just naturally gravitate here.”

You squint at him, and divert your gaze to Evans (who you know is a shitty liar). Even though you’re not opening your mouth to say anything and he isn’t looking at you, you can see the big man trying to make himself smaller.

“We were gonna try and see if you’d left a hint to who you’re sleeping with,” he says, and despite the way he doesn’t meet your gaze, he says it so casually you’re actually taken aback.

“Excuse me?” You let out a huff, and shake your head. “My sex life is my sex life. You two” ―you point at both of them― “have no business with it.” You stand up from your chair and shake your head yet again. “And if you really think I’d leave evidence lying around, I gotta figure out how to let you know that’s not something I’d do.”

(And if you had, well, your career would for sure be over. If not worse.)

But with that out of the way, you make your way to the briefing room. Captain Cheadle, your boss, stands at the head of the table. In his hand, he holds a wireless presenter, and a few papers are scattered on the table in front of him. You take your place at the table, and as you do, your phone buzzes to signal a new message.

The captain gives you a shrug and that’s all the permission you need to fish your phone from your pocket and check the text.

[08.38] twh darling, you left something at your flat

[08.38] you you talking about yourself? that doesnt count

[08.39] twh that too but no, you left your keys

[08.39] you you doing anything today??

[08.39] twh you know i am, but i can get them to you

[08.40] you gtg but yes please or there are other solutions…

You let out a slight groan knowing you’ll have to figure out how to get your keys without actually meeting Tom. You can’t meet in public, and there are few places where you can meet without being discovered; there’s a reason you’re always at your apartment and never at his house. (well, you’ve been there once, but that was with work and it doesn’t count.)

Whatever his reply is to the latest text you sent, you don’t get to read (though you do feel the vibration on your thigh). Captain Cheadle has called for your attention, Mackie and Evans having seated themselves in the room as well, and you can’t do anything but pay attention to your boss.

“The tip we got is an inside tip.” The captain steps aside to let the projector show a photo of the biggest crime boss currently in New York City, Tom Hiddleston. As with every other photo he’s in, he’s wearing a fucking blue sweater. “The source is reliable, as we know of their work with Hiddleston, but we’re not sure if the tip is.”

He clicks to another photo, which is of the same man getting into a car. Only, he’s getting into the driver’s seat, something that is unusual for someone that has his own driver. “We can’t know if the tip is true or not, but we’re guessing there’s some truth to it.”

You roll your eyes slightly (not enough for the captain to notice). “Can you tell us what it is yet?”

Captain Cheadle nods. “There’s been a mystery woman in his life. None of his men know, but based on a lift in spirits and an increase in nights gone from his own house, they believe he has to be seeing someone. Rumor amidst his men, according to our tip, is that it's been going on for a few months.”

A knot tightens in your gut. A few months is a little less than correct, but yeah… It’s been six months since you started dating Tom Hiddleston. Off work, on a weekend, you met him in a bar, you got drunk and your mind didn’t work in any other way than tell you how hot he was and how good he made you feel. There was little persuasion needed for Tom to get you in a bed, naked, and screaming out his name. And so far, he’s managed to do it most nights since.

(The case had been assigned to you a month after your first encounter. You’d known his name well before you met him, but that hadn’t stopped you. And, even as his girlfriend, you had no evidence on him whatsoever.)

Yet, after six months of no one knowing anything, you’d been fairly certain you’d get away with it. At least until either one of you got enough of pretending. Tom has enough money for you to quit your job should it come to it, the only problem being that you don’t want to because you love your job.

“Did your source say anything about who the woman could be? Where to find her?” asks Evans.

You wait patiently for the reply. Your gut stirs with the thought that they’d know, that just your face (usually a poker-face no one could read no matter how much you panicked on the inside) would reveal you. But you aren’t revealing anything but being deep in thought, as you can feel Mackie’s eyes on you as your own flicker across the room and a frown has pronounced itself on your face.

“The tip was slight, but the source believes that there might be something to check at a bar. It’s one Hiddleston frequents, High Rise.”

Oh, if only the name didn’t chime with recognition at the back of your mind. There isn’t much to do but accept your fate and follow up on the lead, only try your best to avoid being recognized as the girl who left with Tom Hiddleston half a year ago. That could be rather easy, seeing as the bar was dark and you’d been wearing more make-up than usual and the dress you wore hadn’t stood out in any way, and it being six months ago.

You nod at captain Cheadle. “Anything else we should know?”

He nods slightly. “There came one more thing with the tip, but this wasn’t a written message.” He roams around his papers for something and eventually fishes out an evidence bag. Inside is an envelope and something small you can’t see from far away. He slides it across the table to you.

Your heart skips a beat at the sight of what lies in the bag. The envelope easily recognizable as one you’d written yourself (though you’d used a typewriter―fancy―so there isn’t any handwriting to check), and the content a barely visible silver and gold wristband inscribed with a phrase Tom has whispered time and time again in your ear (the most intimate you’ve been outside of sex); my safe spot is with you in my arms.

Your fingers graze over it as you look at the inscription. “That’s pretty intimate,” you say, and an agreed murmur comes from your captain.

“You traced it?” asks Mackie.

“Untraceable. Paid in cash, no receipt, and might even have been done illegally.”

At least you know that that’s not true, and if they’d tried just a little bit harder, it wouldn’t be that hard.

“Fingerprints?” you ask, though not sure exactly where it comes from. (Or, well, it comes from the fact that you’ve touched the wristband on several occasions and that, unless wiped, there should be fingerprints all over it.)

You look up from the evidence bag to see captain Cheadle shake his head. “A few around the clasp, but none enough to make a full print, and any other we could find are only Hiddleston’s. The envelope’s the same”

“The question is whether Hiddleston sent it to someone or if someone sent it to him.” Evans motions for you to slide the evidence over to him, and you do.

“He’s the biggest crime lord in New York, he’s gotta be real smitten if he’d make that to send to someone.” Mackie shrugs, not sold on the idea that Tom Hiddleston, crime boss extreme, could be sappy enough to send it apparently.

Well, if only you knew what Tom would do for the one he loves, if only you knew.

“Well,” you say and clap your hands together, “seems we have more to do today than reports.”

A slight chuckle comes from the three men in the room with you.

“I want you, Mackie, with me on a trip down to High Rise. Captain, is it possible to talk to our source other than written communication?”

A nod.

“Then I want you, Evans, to have a little chat with Hiddleston’s ex-buddy. Let’s see if he doesn’t have more information, and if you can’t get much, try a little harder on the wristband. There’s gotta be something to look for there, maybe mention it to our source?”

“On it.” Evans gives you a thumbs up, grabs the evidence and walks out the door. You and Mackie move to do the same, and on your way there, you fish your phone out from your pocket.

[08.41] twh i’ll have to get back to you on that, but you can probably count me in have a good day, darling

[09.27] you sounds great but, on some not so good news, you got a snitch amidst you and i have smth that belongs to you in evidence

You don’t wait for a reply, certain he’s busy and also because Mackie is a nosy asshole and you’re not gonna get caught on a text message.

“You know where High Rise is?” asks Mackie as you make your way to your desk.

“GPS exists, but I have a hunch,” you say as you grab your jacket. Unfortunately, that hunch is more a hunch that your relationship is getting threatened by your work.

(“A hunch. Yeah, right, you’ve probably been there.”

“Careful what you say there, kiddo.”

“I’m older than you!”

“And yet, I’m driving.”)

[09.53] twh name? and what might that be?

[11.16] you i didnt get one but one of my guys is questioning him smth i bought you

[11.17] twh ill figure it out, and that has to be my wristband. how?

[11.17] you you tell me

Mackie nudges your arm with his elbow as you make it inside the bar. It’s mostly deserted, highly unlike the life that was there the last time you set foot in the place. A man sits in the booth in the back sipping what looks like whiskey based on the glass and the brown liquid inside. By the entrance, a woman and a man sit across each other at a table. Each of them have a beer, though only the man looks to have touched his, and the woman doesn’t look too happy with him.

However, you turn your attention to the bar, and the bartender behind the counter. Fortunately, he’s not the same one that was here when you were. Making your way over, you note the exits (the one you came in through, a backdoor in the kitchen, and―one you noted the first time you were there―the window in the ladies’ room). You also note the man sitting at the edge of the bar counter, back hunched over and an old fashioned placed in front of him. Untouched.

“How can I help you?” asks the man behind the counter. A bushy beard covers his chin, ruffled brown hair the top of his head, and tattoos cover his upper arm, visible where his t-shirt sleeve ends. In his hands he holds a cleaning towel and a glass, but as you sit down, he slings the towel over his shoulder and puts the glass down. “Guessing beer for you, sir, and maybe a scotch on the rocks for the lady?”

You shake your head, and roll your eyes at Mackie’s almost nod. You’re at work, you’re not gonna drink. “Sorry, mister, but we’re here on other business.” You pull out your badge and give him a peek.

The bartender’s eyes go wide. “Sorry, ma’am, didn’t know. You could've fooled me.” He holds out a hand. “I’m Tom Hardy, co-owner of this shithole.”

“Shithole?” Mackie eyes the man.

“Can’t say there’s a lot of good going on in here, really. Nothin’ illegal, though.” Hardy winks at Mackie and you roll your eyes. The last thing you care about is the tiny illegal things going on at the bar. “What can I help you with? There’s not been any complaints, right?”

Mackie shakes his head. “Relax, man, it’s got nothing to do with you. We’re looking for information on a man, also named Tom, but with a different last name. Hiddleston, heard of him?”

The scoff Tom Hardy comes with is barely audible, but you catch it and cock your head to the side.

“Who hasn’t heard of Tom Hiddleston? Supposedly a big mafia boss, but the police has got nothing on him.”

“We got word he frequents this bar. That true?”

Hardy nods. “He’s by at least once a week, sometimes more.”

You try to drown the ache that falls over your heart knowing he still comes by. “You know what he’s here for?”

The bartender shrugs. “Don’t get into that shit, but I know he has a deal with my co-owner, Luke Evans.”

Mackie pulls out a pad and a pen and writes down the name. “Hiddleston ever leave here with a girl in the last few months?”

Hardy shakes his head. “Nah, leaves with the same men, though he has gotten different. Before he used to indulge a little more with the women, but now he seems to not want to. They want him, though.”

The ache fades a little at that. He’s loyal, he’s trustworthy, he’s yours. “Did he use to leave with girls before?” you ask.

“Dunno. He’s usually here when Luke works, only some shifts we got together.” Hardy shrugs. “Though the times I have been here, he’s never left with a girl. He’s followed some into the bathroom, but never left with one. Gotta be some special girl for him to leave with her.”

You suppress the smile that tugs at your lips. “Thank you, mister Hardy. Could you get us in touch with your co-owner? We wanna have a little chat with him, too.”

“He works tonight. Sorry, can’t give you anymore.” The man picks up a glass again. “But if we’re done here, you’re gonna have me excused. I have a job to do.”

“Thanks for the cooperation,” says Mackie and pushes away from the counter. “We might come back for more.”

You say a small goodbye as you follow after your coworker. On the way to the door, your eyes stray to the man in the back of the bar. Something about him seems off, and even more so when he holds up his glass and tips it your way with a slight hint of a ‘cheers’. The creepy smirk that places itself on his face sparks no comfort, and you let out a sigh as you walk through the door Mackie holds open for you.

“Something wrong?” he asks.

“Got a weird feeling from one of the dudes in the bar. Might be nothing, might be something.” You shake your head, slowly, as your thoughts whirr around in your head. “Doesn’t matter. If he’s here tonight, I might check into it, but it’s probably nothing.”

Mackie shrugs. “We didn’t really get that much here either, though. Hope Evans got better luck.”

“Yeah, gotta hope. But I have a feeling our source might’ve changed his mind on talking.” You open the car door and get in, Mackie following your lead. “I have a feeling Evans might not have been very lucky.”

“You thinkin’ we might end up with… homicide?”

You shrug. “Can’t be sure, but wouldn’t be surprising. Don’t believe we’re gonna be able to connect it to Hiddelston, though.” You start the engine and pull out on the road. “Don’t believe we’re gonna have any connection other than the guy’s snitching.”

“Good enough to talk to him.”

“Good enough to blow what we have if we do.”

The police station became a place of chaos in a matter of seconds. One moment, you’re talking to Evans on what he could find (the source had disappeared without a trace), and the next, it’s like the station is on fire.

Evans, Mackie and yourself are out of the loop. You lean against your desk, your coworkers leaning against the neighboring ones, and look at the chaos erupted around you. People run from one place to another, screaming for help or otherwise.

Then silence consumes the crowd as someone turns up the sound of the TV in the background. You turn to see the screen. On it, there’s a picture of a fire and countless dead bodies, burnt crisps until there is nothing recognizable left to see.

“In just a few minutes the house, that belongs to the infamous crime boss Tom Hiddleston, went up in flames. Whether the man himself was in the house or not, we do not know. Police have yet to arrive at the scene, and the firemen are doing their best to put out the blazing fire. So far, we have no witnesses and no way of knowing what caused it. We’ll be back soon with more updates.”

You lock eyes with Evans and Mackie.

“Our source was in that fire, wasn’t he?” Mackie makes a grimace, and then shakes his head and throws his hands up in the air. “You called it. You fucking called it.”

“I didn’t want to call it.” You shake your head. “And we’re not the force to go out there either, so we’re gonna need someone to talk to Hiddleston about this, about his source, without it being suspicious.”

Evans gets up from his place. “I’ll ask Sebastian.”

“That buddy of yours?” you ask.

“This is the kind of case he gets called out on.”

“Go ahe―”

“Y/L/N!” You’re cut off by the sound of your captain yelling your name. “You’re going out with the team. Take one of the boys. Don’t alert Hiddleston, but he’ll know why you’re there.”

“You got it, sir.” You turn to Mackie and Evans. “Looks like we got some luck after all. Which one of you wanna join me?”

When you pull up to the scene, the fire has been put out. But the fire that is the press and the countless people that’ve decided this is something they need to see live, that has yet to be handled.

You and Evans walk up to the police barricade tape and shove it aside. An office tries to stop you, but you easily walk past after a flash of your badge. The head officer on the case is easily recognizable where he commands what looks like some junior officers.

“What’s the deal?” you ask.

He turns to you, and there you find Evans’s and Mackie’s friend, Sebastian Stan. He smiles at the two of you. “Got five casualties, one critically hurt on his way to the hospital. Medics think his fate’s been sealed. Other than that the fire’s been put out, and the owner of the house arrived about five minutes ago.” Sebastian points to a male figure pacing up and down the sidewalk. “Don’t know if I’d wanna talk to him though.”

You swallow a lump in your throat. “We haven’t got much choice.” You’re about to walk from the officer, but you have one last question. “You got any identities on who died?”

He shakes his head. “Nothing, and so far it seems the fire was an accident. No fuel used of any kind, nothing weird about the source, and the six that were in the house weren’t close to it. Three of them were asleep.”

“Didn’t the house have a smoke alarm?” asks Evans.

Sebastian shakes his head. “Nope. And you’re not gonna believe what they, as of now, believe to be the source.”

“What?”

“A hair dryer. Wasn’t turned off.”

You frown. “A hair dryer? Nothing else? It’s a pretty big house. Seems like a long shot.”

Sebastian shrugs. “So far we’ve ruled out arson, and seeing how annoyed the owner is over there, safe to say he wasn’t planning on burning his house down.”

Don’t say that. He wouldn’t care, seeing as that isn’t the house he uses mostly―that’s just the public one.

Even Evans knows that, and you give him a look as you move away from Sebastian and towards said owner of the house.

“Hiddleston,” you say as you near him.

The man turns around. His expression is curious rather than angry, but something tugs at his lips as his gaze flickers over to Evans. “Miss Y/L/N, what do I owe the lovely pleasure?”

“Your house burned down. Five of your men dead, and a sixth one just holding on. We’re thinking he’ll die, too, medics said it was critical.” You shrug. “But you already knew that, right?”

Tom smiles, and takes a step closer to you. You have to hold out a hand to stop Evans from coming in between, knowing you have somewhat of a bodyguard in the man. “Darling.” Tom’s hand comes up to cup your cheek and you have to fight the urge to lean into his touch. “How could I know that? No one wants to tell me a bloody thing.” His voice changes fast at the last sentence, the annoyance creeping in.

“Did you set the fire?” asks Evans.

You roll your eyes. “He doesn’t mean to ask that. But we would like to know if there are any of your acquaintances missing?”

Tom nods. “There’s one I wanted to talk to. Name’s Aaron Taylor-Johnson. Haven’t been able to contact him since last night, and that’s unusual.”

“You think he was in the fire?”

The male shakes his head. “I don’t believe he was there at all, but I do believe he would do this. I got the impression he isn’t quite happy with me, or my decisions lately.”

He’s the snitch.

“We’ll let you know if he was in the fire.” You use your hand to push Tom’s hand away from your face, his touch lingering a little too long to be a play (but you weren’t going to complain.) “I have one other inquiry.”

“Go on.”

You take a deep breath before the words leave your mouth. He should be prepared, considering you told him what was in the evidence bag, but you can’t be sure. “Any girlfriends or women in your life we should know about?”

He smiles (god, that smile). “Other than you, love?”

Smooth. You can practically hear Evans roll his eyes behind you.

“Yes, other than me.”

“Then no. I have a far too busy life to deal with girlfriends,” he says, and winks, “though you shouldn’t hesitate to contact me.” Tom leans in close, his lips grazing your ear and his hand taking yours―something cold grazes your fingers. “I can give you a night you won’t forget.”

You don’t let the hitch in your breath show, and when he places a kiss to your cheek, you only stare at him as he pulls away (and let your hand find comfort in your jacket pocket where you let go of your keys).. “Don’t leave town, Mister Hiddleston.”

“I won’t, darling.”

And then you walk away together with Evans. He keeps glancing behind him, and the confusion is written on his face.

“Just ask,” you say as you reach the car.

Evans opens the door. “How are you not fazed by that?” he asks.

You get into the car and shrug. “Because I don’t let it. He thinks it’s fun to play with me because I don’t have a reaction―” (ehehe, yeah right) “―I think it’s fun to let him. Eventually, something has to slip and we’ll be able to catch him on the spot.”

“But you gotta allow yourself to be harassed to do so?”

You chuckle. “I wouldn’t call it harassment, hon. I call it work.”

Evans frowns as you start the engine and pull out of the parking spot. “What do you mean?”

“Haven’t you noticed? When it comes to sexual harassment, Tom Hiddleston is the least of my worries.”

It’s supposed to be a brief stop; get into your apartment, change into something that doesn’t drag attention at a bar on a Thursday night (probably not going to be too crowded anyways), and get out.

But when you walk in through the door, you see a pair of shoes kicked off in the entrance hall. A coat lies draped over your living-room armchair―a coat easily recognizable.

You hurry to close the door, and kick off your own shoes. The trail of clothes leads you further into the apartment. A dress shirt folded together and placed on the cupboard in your living room. Pants lie discarded on the floor in the doorway to your bedroom. And the man who it belongs to, you find tangled in your sheets, buck naked with the exception of the tie around his neck.

“What do you want?” you ask him, an amused smile plastered on your face as you shake your head.

Tom lifts his head a little. A smirk colors his face and he shrugs. “Thought I could surprise you a little, before I have to get going.” He checks the wristwatch on his arm (which you first now noticed he hasn’t taken off either). “But you’ve used quite a lot of time to get here, and now we barely have time for anything.”

You shake your head, smile gone. “Sorry, babe, but I haven’t got the time.”

“What? You have plans for the evening?” There’s a teasing lilt to his voice, but it still slightly hurts seeing as you barely get out of the apartment when you get time off. Really, six months ago was a chance meeting unlike any other.

“I have work.” You move to open your wardrobe. “But if you want, you can help me figure out what to wear.” You turn your head to cast Tom a glance, eyebrow raised.

He turns a little, enough for the sheet that had covered him to fall off and leave him fully exposed. And with just the tie as a piece of clothing, you have to turn back around. God, what that man can do. You grit your teeth as you open the door and file through the few dresses you own, patiently waiting for his response.

“What is it for?” he asks, and his velvet smooth voice does nothing to ease the growing arousal in your gut, not with the image of him and that tie the only thing on your mind.

You swallow before you reply, but you don’t dare turn around. “Gotta talk to the owner of a bar, and don’t wanna drag attention with people there so we agreed to act less like police. Might have to have a drink or two.” You sigh, and close your eyes. “You should have waited with this until then.”

“What?” His voice is in your ear, warm breath fanning your neck. You bite down on your lower lip, hard. “You don’t like it? You’re not enjoying it?” His hands find the hem of your shirt. Fingers graze up along your skin and you find yourself complying when he makes a move to drag it off.

“Tom,” you whisper. You lean into him, into the fingers tracing along your bra and the way his lips ghost over the skin on your shoulder, up your neck. “I don’t―” You shudder as he presses a kiss to your jaw. “Ba― Babe, I don’t have―”

He tips your head back and his lips find yours. Barely touching, you close your eyes, and the image of Tom in bed and you using the tie to drag him to you has you swallow, almost succumbing to the pleasure you know you’ll get. His voice is low when he speaks. “Don’t have what?”

You don’t answer as your hand shoots up to press his head closer to yours, to push your lips together. Everything you can think about is him, your boyfriend, and in a matter of seconds your clothes are off as well, and you sink into the mattress as Tom throws you down on your bed. Your eyes open briefly, to see him study the contours of your body and, even as you do give into Tom and your desire, the haste is still on your mind.

With determination etched into you, you drag him to you with the tie and capture his lips in yours. There is no limit to what this man does to you, and there is no limit to what you let him.

With the already extra time you used with Tom, you didn’t have the time to shower. You’d tried your best to fix your hair and do something extra with your make-up, but Tom didn’t have it in him to let you dress and time was wasted.

Evans and Mackie pick you up outside your apartment complex in Evans’s car. As you approach, the two of them lean against it, deep in conversation. They barely notice you coming, but when they do, both give appreciative looks.

“Looking good,” says Mackie, eyes travelling up and down your body. Evans remains quiet, the way his eyes dance over you the only comment you get (and you have to admit, you’re not really complaining.)

You’d opted for something nice, but nothing too much. A skirt that stops mid-thigh, knee high boots with a thick heel, and a slightly revealing shirt. (You’d also opted for a thigh holster so that you could still bring your gun.

“You’re wearing that.” It’s more a statement than a question from the naked man resting on your bed.

You nod, and glance his way. “Problem?”

Tom’s eyes graze over you, hunger evident in them. “I would certainly like to take it off.”

You lift the hem of your skirt, revealing the thigh holster with your gun. “This too?”

“Yes, and right now.”)

In your hand, you have a clutch and you’re also wearing a coat to keep some warmth in the cool evening air. “Shall we go?” you ask.

And the two men both get off from where they’re leaning against the car. Mackie easily offers up the passenger’s seat to you, even though whenever it's him and Evans fighting over it, it’s first come first serve. You smile a thanks and then you’re on your way.

Evans parks a few blocks away from the bar (his expensive Audi with tinted windows certainly drags some attention), and you use the walk there to go through the course of action.

“Mackie’s the cop-cop. He’ll talk to Luke Evans, try something else. We try to talk to some of the people there. Whether that’s as a cop or not, I don’t really care. All we really need is a lead. If anyone sees any of Hiddleston’s associates, please alert the others.”

The two nod. “Sure, but before we go in there, you have to fix your hair.”

You raise your brow at Mackie. “Excuse me?”

“You got sex hair.” He gives you a ‘sorry’ smile and a shrug. “Like, we’re not judging you for having it, but if you’d told us you had a visitor we would’ve waited to come to give you more time.”

“Fuck.” You shake your head and stop. “One, help me fix my hair. Two, I wasn’t planning on it. I was ambushed.” Something that isn’t really that far fetched, it’s not like you knew Tom would be there when you came home.

Evans stops in front of you and asks with his face if he can help, and you nod. His hands move to brush a little through your hair, and fix a little on what probably stands out.

“How could you get ambushed?” asks Mackie.

You roll your eyes. “I got home, there were some clothes lying around, I followed the trail to a naked man in my bed and seeing as it’s the guy I’m currently seeing it wasn’t a bad sight. I tried to tell him I didn’t have the time, but he can be quite persuasive.”

As you talk, Evans tugs a little harshly on your hair and you let out a pained sound. He apologizes, but continues to try and fix your hair.

Mackie shrugs. “How long have you been seeing him?”

You shrug. “Few months.”

“How many months are a few?” asks Evans, his hands letting go of your hair and an approving smile on his face. He steps away to get Mackie’s blessing and the man nods affirmative.

“Uhh, six.”

Both Mackie and Evans stare wide-eyed at you.

“You’ve been dating a dude for six months and not told anyone?!” If you didn’t know better (and you’re not always sure you do), you’d think there was a layer of accusation in Mackie’s voice, but you don’t believe there is.

You shrug and begin to walk again. “What does it matter? It’s not like there’s a need to know about those things.”

“I thought we were friends.” Mackie shakes his head, a small friendly glare sent your way.

“What made you think that?” you ask, but the same friendly feel to your words as there was to his glare. “But can we let it go? I don’t want to talk about my private life.”

Evans nods. “We’re here anyways.”

And you sure are. You look up to see the blinking neon sign of the bar. The bass from the music drifts to where you stand by the door, and with a quick glance inside, you can see it’s fuller than you expected for there to be another work day of the week left. Though you do notice the age of the people; it's possible the college kids don't have class tomorrow, or don’t care.

The three of you make your way inside, gaining a few glances as you step in, but everyone quickly turns back to their own lives. You give a small sign to the two men you came with and move away from them.

It’s easy to step up to the bar, and you easily recognize the bartender as the one who was there when you met Tom. You’re guessing he’s Luke Evans, and you take a breath before you signal him for a drink. Hopefully, you won’t be recognized.

“What can I get you?” he asks.

“A whiskey, thanks.”

He pushes away from the counter, and easily grabs a glass and a bottle and pours. When he puts it down in front of you, his gaze lingers. “Have I seen you before?”

You shake your head. “Has to be somewhere else than here in that case.”

“First time?”

You nod.

“Recommend not drinking a lot. We get some sleazy people in here.”

“I hear you also get crime bosses. This the place to meet the Tom Hiddleston?”

Luke chuckles. “Hon, if you want to meet Tom Hiddleston, I suggest you start being careful what you wish.” He nods to the back of the bar. “Best luck is sitting down in that reserved booth. It’s his usual.”

You cock your head. “He’s coming here today?”

The bartender nods.

“Ain’t I lucky,” you whisper and smile at him. You easily get away from the counter and make your way to the empty booth in the back.

Sure enough, a sign reading reserved is placed on the table. Who it’s reserved for doesn’t say, nor is there a time stamp. You make for sliding into it, but a hand grasps your wrist and pulls you away.

As you fall into the chest of the stranger, you turn your head. The man who you’d seen earlier today is the one holding you back. Up close, you notice bags under his eyes and he reeks of alcohol. You pull away from his grip and raise a brow his way.

“I wouldn’t sit down there if I were you,” he says, and slides into the same booth he had earlier.

“Why?”

He shakes his head. “Tom Hiddleston isn’t a man to mess with.”

“And how do you know so much about Tom Hiddleston?”

The man pats the seat next to him. “Sit and I’ll tell you.”

You hesitate, but eventually slide in. You leave room between yourself and the stranger. If anything were to happen, you do have a gun.

“You got any relation to Hiddleston?” you ask (you have to admit, no matter how much you want your boyfriend not to be caught, you wish you knew more about what he did do).

“Name’s Aaron.” The snitch.

You motion for him to go on.

“I was hired by him three months ago. He felt the cops were gaining and wanted something, or someone to try and put a stopper to it.”

“So, Tom Hiddleston hired you to snitch on the cops?” You want to laugh, seeing as you snitch enough for Tom to never know exactly what you know, but enough to cover his tracks.

Aaron shakes his head. “He hired me to snitch on a cop. A specific one.”

You frown, sure if he was hired to snitch on you you’d know and he would have recognized you. Perhaps he had.

“The cop’s here today.” Aaron’s gaze travels into the crowd of people in the bar. You see where he looks. Evans. “His name is Chris Evans.”

“Why did he want you to spy on him?”

Aaron shrugs. “He never said. And eventually, I got sick of it. The guy’s obviously not a threat to Hiddleston and his business. Y/N Y/L/N is, but it’s impossible to find out anything about her. Don’t even know what she looks like.”

You try not to let it show that you flinched at the mention of your own name. And you find it weird that he can’t find anything on you. Tom did so, easily. But there’s no need to dwell on that. You glance at Aaron again, unsure how to ask.

“You say you got sick of it. What did you do? Just stop doing his bidding, or something else?”

A smile colors Aaron’s face. “Snitched to the cops. Left a message. Anonymous, but I gave them a way to contact me for more information.” He shakes his head. “Got contacted today, but never replied. But I saw you here this morning, talking to the bartender.”

You cock your head. That could be an easy way to draw the connection to you as a cop, not necessarily as Y/N Y/L/N, but you had been seen with Mackie, and usually Mackie and Evans were seen with each other.

“I have a proposition for you,” he says. “One that means getting close to Hiddleston, and that includes spying on him. Mics, cameras, whatever. I need him in jail.”

“I’m gonna have to say no. I was just hoping for a night, a friend of mine told me he was real good in bed.” You shrug. “But if you have angered him, I got told by the bartender that Hiddleston comes in today.”

Aaron smiles. “You’ll have to excuse me, then. I hope you don’t anger him with only the intention of a one night stand. Based on how you look, I’m pretty sure you’re his type.” The male slides out of the booth, downs his drink in one go, and waves goodbye. You watch as he moves to the restrooms, and you roll your eyes when he winks.

[10.47] you snitch is alive, in the restrooms hiddlestons supposed to come in today

[10.48] evans no snitch in the restrooms, window’s open tho guessing it was the guy that slipped past me just now

[10.48] you guess so mackie u got anything from the bartender

[10.50] mackie that hiddlestons coming in that their deal is just renting of the venue from time to time

[10.50] you well just have to do the best of it then im sitting in his booth so if he comes hell notice

[10.51] evans sure thats a good idea??

[10.51] you would very much like to know why he put someone to spy on you evans snitch was hired to keep tabs, got annoyed he wasnt keeping tabs on me

[10.51] mackie dam i wanna know that too be careful

You look up and meet the gazes of your coworkers. Evans looks uncomfortable, worried almost, judging by the crease between his brows. Mackie gives you a look of understanding and a pair of thumbs up.

You down your drink, try to cover the hiss as pain sears down your throat, and make to sit down in Tom’s booth. On the way in, you knock over the reserved sign, making it fall to the floor. Now, it’ll look like you didn’t know.

[10.57] mackie Incoming

The front door opens slowly. Heads turn to look who comes through, and unlike when you arrived with Mackie and Evans, everyone’s eyes stay on the man who weaves his way through the crowd.

Tom stops by the bar, has a small chat with the bartender and turns his head to look your way. A smirk grazes his lips as your eyes lock, but he quickly turns back to the man he was talking to.

You swallow. You have to steady your beating heart, have to shove the thought of the night’s previous events to the back of your mind, and kill the deep swirling feeling in your gut at the sight of Tom in that blue fucking suit. God, if there was something Tom Hiddleston was made to do it’s wearing suits.

The blue color suits his very being. It’s tailored to fit him perfectly; long legs encased in blue fabric that shows off his bum, suit jacket that fits his shoulders and back in a way that has you swallow. You can see his broad shoulders and some of the tightness that drags at his muscled arms. What you can’t wait to see, is how well the shirt underneath fits him. You simply can’t wait for him to pull off the jacket.

Thankfully, you don’t have to wait very long. With two drinks in hand he makes his way up to where you sit. He doesn’t say anything as he places them on the table, nor does he say anything when he pulls up the reserved sign from where it lies on the floor. He places it back on the table, eyes you warily, and sides into the booth.

Long arms grasp for the drinks. He pulls them in and pushes one to you. “Can you drink, darling? You’re working, right?”

You take the glass and swirl the liquid around inside it. “I can, actually.” And you take a sip. “But I won’t drink a lot.”

Tom moves closer to you, knocking his thigh against yours. You take a deep breath at the touch, the only one you can return―Tom flirting with you whilst you work is no news, but it would be quite different if you did the same. “Have you been waiting long, darling?”

“No, I haven’t. I managed to preoccupy myself.”

“Oh, can I hear?”

You shake your head. “What good would you have of that?” you ask. When you get a shrug in return, you roll your eyes and take another sip of the whiskey. “I have a question for you, though.”

Tom cocks a brow.

“Why did you need someone to spy on Evans?”

Your heart beats fast as Tom moves even closer, lips coming up to ghost across your cheek. You can see that the two in the crowd of people keeping a close eye on you flinch, but you don’t make a gesture to show any discomfort. “Have you not noticed, love?”

You push him away by placing a hand on his chest. “Noticed what?” You try to pull your hand back but Tom places his over yours and keeps your touch on him. A small hint of the love he usually offers you shows through the blue of his eyes.

“The man likes you, darling. A little too much. Can’t have another man try anything with my woman.” Tom’s gaze flickers out to the crowd, and as you follow it, you see how it lands on Evans and how your coworker squirms. “Now, if only I could show him.”

“Tom,” you say, voice bordering on affectionate. His eyes flicker to you in surprise; he’s only ever been Hiddleston in public. “There’s nothing to worry about, and if you try anything, anything at all, you will have a gun to your head.”

Tom chuckles. “Are you threatening me?”

“You know where the gun is.” And the hand that travels up and under your skirt, grazing by the thigh holster, has you swallow. You take a deep breath as his hand travels a little further, and the only way to stop him is to grab his hand. “I didn’t say you could check.” You push at him a little, creating more distance between you two (even though you would like to sit close to him).

“I didn’t think I needed permission, love.” He smirks and you shake your head.

You smile innocently at him. “Usually you don’t.” You go to slide out of the booth. “Bye, Hiddleston.”

Tom grabs your arm and pulls you back to his chest. “Have you really made that big a dent in the case of the Blue Sweater?” he whispers in your ear. You writhe in his grasp, but a firm hand turns your head to him and his face draws closer to yours. “Tell me what I need to do to have the lead again, darling. I’ll do anything.”

And you can’t stop the sound of surprise that escapes you when Tom presses a chaste kiss to your lips. The surprise is so big you only stare wide-eyed at him, not able to kiss him back (and good is that seeing as you’re in public), and when he pulls back, you push away from him and shake your head.

“You’re an idiot,” you say (no teasing or play in your voice), and then you walk away. You rush out of the bar, feel Evans’s and Mackie’s eyes on you, and when you get out of the front door you lean against the wall. Your heart hammers in your chest. You’re panting, and you can feel the rush of adrenaline making its way through your body.

You may like to play with fire, letting him flirt and show affection in public, but you wouldn’t ever go this far. You wouldn’t ever think he’d even risk it.

“Are you okay?” comes a voice from next to you. Evans and Mackie have made it outside, and you push off the wall to start walking to the car.

“We’re not talking about it,” you say.

Neither of them make a move to say more, and you can hear them follow after you. Tom might be the worst person in history to be in a secret relationship with. Or maybe the best. You haven’t decided yet.

It’s no surprise to see the people surrounding your desk when you get to work. Your two usual pests sit at their own, and though not a part of the group waiting for you, they shoot you glances as you sit down.

You try not to glare at the group, but when they all just quietly stare at you, the anger bubbles. “What?” you ask.

A small murmur goes through them, until your impatient glare becomes too much and one voice squeaks out, “did Tom Hiddleston kiss you?”

He has more than once, you think.

You don’t reply, only giving them an unamused look in return. They quickly scatter, and you can hear the chatter that bubbles up amongst them.

Not only do you not have the patience for stupid pestering (and annoyance at Evans and Mackie for spreading the word), but your morning was the worst in a while. It’s almost become a usual for Tom to sleep over, whether because he falls asleep after sex or if he just wants to cuddle, but when you came home yesterday, there was no Tom.

And no Tom means no morning cuddles, or a goodbye kiss as you leave out the door. On top of that, he hasn’t texted either. No saying why he didn’t show. No explaining why he risked a kiss in public.

A text you did get in the morning, was a journalist asking for an interview. Especially interesting was the lack of respect for an ongoing investigation, and the bold way to ask whether or not you were secretly helping Tom not get caught (you want to know how they would even guess it. That’s a pretty bold assumption to make about the lead detective on a case).

Tired, you rest your elbow on the desk and lay your head in your hand. You massage your forehead slightly, and there’s no mistaking the groan that leaves your lips as your thoughts swirl.

A knock on your desk pulls you out of it. You look up to see Mackie leaning against it. “You okay?” he asks.

You shake your head. “It doesn’t matter. We gotta talk about what information we got, though. But I don’t trust… I don’t want to talk out here, so, briefing room in five minutes. I don’t know if Evans heard, but make sure he did.”

Mackie scrunches his nose slightly and presses his lips together.

“What’s wrong?”

“Briefing room’s occupied.”

You curse under your breath and shake your head. “We got a meeting room, that occupied?”

Mackie shakes his head. “Not that I know.”

“We’ll meet there.” And as he gives you a thumbs up, you get up from your desk and move to the captain’s office. With a knock and a mumbled ‘come in’ you walk into the room and close the door behind you.

Cheadle looks up at you. “I heard what happened.”

You nod. “Yeah, but there’s something else I’m here about.”

He quirks a brow. “Oh? Important?”

You pull out your phone, ignore the new message you’ve gotten and find the text from the journalist. You hand the captain your phone. “Got this this morning. I want to know how they got my number, what made them think I’m colluding with the guy I’m trying to catch, and what the hell made them believe I’d ever talk to a news source about an open investigation.”

“That is weird.” Captain Cheadle hands you back your phone (just in time, too, because a message chimes in from twh). “When you have time, come back in here. I know you’re gonna talk to the guys now, but I’d like for it to be soon. And check if they haven’t gotten the same one.”

“Yes, sir.” You sigh and walk out again. You head for the meeting room and on your way you pull open your text thread with Tom.

[08.18] twh darling we need to talk i think i have some information you’d like to have

[08.23] you gonna talk about smth else too or just your problem??

[08.23] twh im sorry, darling, i got caught up in work we can talk about both tell me when you have time and ill show up at your flat

[08.23] you tonight, 8

The reply goes by you as you open the door to the meeting room. Evans and Mackie already sit down, Evans with papers in front of him and Mackie with his phone out on the table. You frown, but sit down across from them.

“I don’t know who wants to start.” You look between the two men, and when neither say anything, you shrug. “Guess I’ll go then.” You take a deep breath. “Our snitch’s name is Aaron Taylor-Johnson, the man Hiddleston mentioned yesterday when we questioned him about the fire. He isn’t dead because he was in the bar. He says he was hired a few months ago to keep tabs on Evans, but he got sick of it because, according to him, you’re not the threat. On the other hand, I am, but he didn’t know he was talking to me.”

“Did you find out why Hiddleston got him to spy on Evans?” asks Mackie.

You shake your head. “Hiddleston didn’t answer that. Snitch didn’t know himself, but he said he tried to keep tabs on me, too, only he couldn’t. He didn’t have anything to go on, no information, no way to know what I look like. And I find that interesting. Why would Hiddleston go out of his way to make sure they couldn’t do anything to make me a culprit or anything?”

“Maybe because Hiddleston has the biggest crush on you?” asks Evans, and there’s no mistaking the hint of spite in his voice as he says so. “Or, he finds you that big enough a threat he can’t have his guys going around doing stuff to hinder you because you’re smart enough to be able to connect it to him?”

“I hope the last,” you mumble. “But there was definitely something he wasn’t telling me. He seemed to know more than he let on, but I couldn’t push like I usually do because then he’d know. I want to see if we can contact him again, because he knew we tried yesterday without luck.”

“We’ll try, but I don’t think we’re gonna get much either.” Evans nods, and all three of you let out sighs.

You motion for them to start talking instead. Evans slides you a piece of paper. Not much is on it, but the words are clear. You look up at him.

“There were some regulars there that have witnessed Hiddleston many times. The man I talked to said that.” Evans coughs. “‘He’s always alone, at least when he sits, but he leaves with men. Never has a girl around him unless they come up to him, hasn’t had one in a long time. Only once did he leave with one. She was pretty, looked rather intimidating, actually. Don’t think it lasted.’ The man also went on to ramble about how after that, Hiddleston hasn’t been seen with a girl. Well, before you.”

“So he has left with a girl once.” Mackie confirms. “Luke Evans said the same thing. A pretty little thing that edged in on the man unlike no one he’d seen before, and that surprisingly got to leave with him. He’s never seen the woman again, and he found that odd. He doesn’t believe Hiddleston’s got someone in his life, though.”

You bite your lower lip. “Well, that is something. Any descriptions?”

Both shake their heads.

“There is one thing I noted, though,” says Mackie. “If Hiddleston does have someone he likes, is with, whatever. He so openly flirts with you that that woman has got to be furious, and he probably wouldn’t have kissed you either. I think the wristband was sent to him, not from him.”

You nod. “I believe you’re right there.” You know he’s right, but that’s details you’re not sharing. “But I have something more interesting.” You fish your phone out of your pocket (ignore the new messages from Tom) and open up the one you got this morning.

“What’s going on?” asks Evans as you place your phone in front of them on the table. They read over the text and cast eyes up to you. Something in the look both send, they’ve seen something similar before.

“Got it this morning.” You snatch your phone back, seeing the almost pop-up about a new text and not risking who it’s from. “I need to know who believes I’m colluding with the enemy.”

Mackie nods as he opens up his own phone and slides it across to you. “We got the same text, though slightly altered. They’re asking if we know anything about you colluding with Hiddleston.”

[06.53] unkown Hi, I’m a reporter from New York Times. I was wondering if there would be released more information pertaining to the Hiddleston case, and what you know about Hiddleston and Detective Y/L/N’s relationship to the man. I heard last night that they kissed, and maybe the reason you haven’t caught him yet is something entirely else than him being good at what he does.

“Fucking hell,” you mutter. You slide Mackie’s phone back to him and let out a loud sigh.

Things are not looking very bright.

A/N: thats what i have. if you want to, reblog this with a continuation, but please dont steal any of this and act like it’s your own. i worked a lot on this when i still had motivaton but i wanted to at least share it even if i wont finish it, to which im deeply sorry

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Tequila Sunrise

Pairings: Chris Evans x Fem Reader

Style: One-Shot

Request?: No, but 100% inspired by that stupid Shawn Mendes/Camila Cabello song I will never get out of my head

Warnings: Language. Smut. Unprotected sex (woops, wrap it before you tap it, kids). NSFW. Slight dom!Chris.

Word count: 4.5K

Summary: You’ve known Chris since you were twelve. He’s always been a constant for you, never a romantic interest. But will the summer heatwave, humidity and pool time get to your head and change the way you feel about each other? Includes Anthony Mackie!

A/N: Holy shit, you guys. I’ve been working on this one all week. I won’t lie, I’m attached to this one and really hope you guys like it. :3 I’m considering doing a series tied to this -- more of what happens with Reader/Chris & potentially with Ava (bc I love her personality and modeled her off Blake Lively, if you couldn’t tell). If you liked this/would be interested in reading more in this world please comment and let me know!! Your support helps me write :))

This story truly feels like my baby so please do leave it some love/review if you liked it. Sorry if the smut sucked I hate writing it but felt like it was essential to the story jfdlakflds;akf;dsaf. Don’t hate me. ALSO, huge thank you to my #1 @deartomhardy. She helped me through this in so many ways. Hyped me up when parts of this fic made me sweaty, yelled at me when I whined about the smut. Supported me literally through it all. I love u my baby angel. <3 (Gif not mine!)

You say we’re just friends,

But friends don’t know the way you taste.

‘Cause you know it’s been a long time coming,

Don’t you let me fall.

It was hotter than all hell, and you were starting to get sick of the dry heat that was coursing it’s way through the city the past few days. Your hometown used to be so enjoyable; better weather, less traffic, less people, less lines, less noise. Now, everything was popular - and not in a cute way. The donut shop down the street you had been going to since you were five was now considered a collectible. You saw tourists at the airport with the stupid blue boxes everywhere. The quaint coffee shop that was next to a questionable Chinese restaurant had now multiplied where you could find one on almost every street corner. Even down to the people - one in particular - who used to just be a regular Joe Schmoe was now a celebrity in his (also your) hometown. Wild.

“Find any hotties out there?” You turned your head to the edge of the pool to peer through your circular sunglasses at the voice. Mackie was leaned against the cool tiles surrounding the edge of the pool, the bottom of his body enveloped in water. He turned to look at Chris who had just entered the gated pool area.

“I just went to get some beers, Mack. Chill.” Chris replied, and you couldn’t help the small smile that formed on your lips at his response.

Local-theatre-geek-turned-celebrity did have its perks, though. For one, you were able to enjoy a private pool on a 97 degree day, well, privately. Chris’s summer home was nothing short of a resort; food at any and all hours of the day, a pool, hot tub, and theater room. The best part about the pool was that there were no kids screaming and running around, wreaking havoc. You had a barbecue all to yourself, you could blast music and no one would complain. Plus, you found yourself suddenly surrounded by far better and more interesting company.

You and Chris had always been close. That was clear to everyone around you. You went to his premieres, supported him on Broadway, stayed up with him late into the night over the phone when his anxiety got the best of him, and he was a full Country away from you. Assured him that he would have the family he’s always wanted one day. And he supported you through all your endeavors. Helped you pay your way through grad school (I have so much money, Y/N, I literally don’t know what to do with it. Let me do something good for you, just this once he’d said to you late that night on the floor of your college dorm). Listened to you when you ranted about your parents and how the planet alignment was throwing off your mood. Was a shoulder to cry on when you went through breakups. There were no secrets between you, and there was no drama.

You knew this was because the only rule you had with Chris was the one that had stood the test of time: no sex. Period. No matter how drunk you got in the college dorms or at Marvel premieres. Even if you didn’t have someone to kiss at midnight on New Year’s Eve. Even if you were vulnerable, heart aching for some affection and non-romantic sex after your ex cheated on you. Even if you were just plain horny. No. Sex. Your 20+ year friendship had lasted this long because one person in the relationship had always stood that ground no matter the circumstances. And for that, you were so thankful. Thankful for the lack of complications and strings; thankful you had someone in your life you could be you around. It was a rarity these days.

“Beer?” Said friend asked you, sunglasses adorned his tanning face. You looked up from Mackie and nodded, stretching out a hand to reach for the refreshing drink Chris was offering your way.

“Please,” You respond, waiting for Chris to pad his way over to you across the massive outdoor patio.

Had Chris not had his sunglasses on, you would have noticed the way he was eyeing your outstretched body, clad only in a thin, navy blue bikini on the poolside chair. Your bottoms hugged your hips as if made just for you; your tousled hair touching just beneath your shoulders; stray strands innocently snuggled beneath your breasts.

He took a breath, willing himself to look away as he handed you the cool drink. You noticed the way his obliques twitched with his arm movement, and how massive his biceps were after coming off of Endgame. You had, of course, noticed your best friend’s looks before - you weren’t blind - but the heat was making you see him in a different light. You took a swig of your beer, hoping the distraction would take you away from the way a bead of sweat was falling just along his torso towards the top of his swim trunks...

“I’d love one, Chris, thanks for asking.” Your best friend, Ava, spoke out next to you.

“Did you have to bring her?” Chris teased, grabbing another beer and gently tossing it towards Ava, who lay sprawled out on a lounge chair next to you in a stunning red one piece that hugged her cleavage just right.

Ava was the quintessential best friend whose kindness and selflessness made up for the fact that any woman next to her would otherwise feel inadequate.

She had long, slender legs, carved after years of soccer, tennis, biking, and basically any sport she could get her hands on. The constant need for an adrenaline rush made her tanned skin stay year-round, which was accompanied by a moderate four pack, large natural breasts, and wavy, thick blonde hair that always fell just right. Add her bright emerald eyes and a contagious laugh that lit up any room, and she was a heartbreaker to any man that was lucky enough to be in the same room as her.

But Ava didn’t care about that stuff, and that’s what made her so special. She was selfless. She put everyone else’s needs above her own, and had kindness oozing out of her, no matter the circumstances. She went to Mexico on a UNICEF trip on a whim after reading an article about children in need on a random Tuesday morning. She put her younger brother through medical school when both of her parents passed away unexpectedly (still a mystery to everyone else how she ever managed it). She was a perfect blend of compassion and enthusiasm that attracted men who wanted to get in bed with her and women who wanted to be associated with her. And it was effortless; as if it came to her like breathing.

“They’re kind of a package deal, those two.” Mackie piped up from the pool, grinning as he unashamedly drank Ava in. He had been trying to get with her all summer, but Ava stood her ground. She wasn’t one for summer flings.

But Chris knew this already; in fact it was Ava and Chris’s friendship that had gotten you to know Chris to begin with. Your mom had forced you into 6th grade soccer (hoping you would show some sort of athletic talent in your childhood) where you had met Ava on the very first day. Chris had been on the boys team at your middle school, and Ava being, well, Ava, had already made friends with the entire team within days. Your practices were on separate fields, separated only by a goal post but always ended at the same time. You would frequently all walk home together after practice, stopping for a smoothie, donuts, or ice cream along the way depending on the weather and talking about everything under the sun. Those walks were the reason you stuck with soccer for all those years (sorry, Mom).

“I already know what you’re going to say,” Ava started, lowering her voice and leaning towards you so the boys couldn’t hear. “But if I didn’t know any better, I’d say a certain someone was checking you out today.”

You rolled your eyes, but felt your heart skip a beat at the insinuation. “Don’t go starting shit, Ave. He’s seen me in a bikini a million times.”

“Yeah, and you’ve seen him shirtless a million times, too, and yet here you are gawking at him like he’s some Sports Illustrated model.”

“Am not!” You laughed, taking a drink of your beer. You noticed the way Chris’s eyebrows raised at the sound of you from across the patio; he was always in tune with you even from a thousand miles away.

“Prove it.” Ava deadpanned, swinging her legs over her chair to sit up and face you.

“What?” You asked, exhausted by your best friend’s antics.

“Prove it.” She repeated, setting her beer down on the cement. “If it’s no big deal, and you feel the same way about him you always have and nothing’s changed-” She used air quotations, referring to the thousands of conversations you’d had about Chris since you were both back visiting your hometown and hanging out with Ava, “-then swimming and playing around in the pool should be no big deal. Just another swim with your best buds.”

She had a wicked grin on her face, and you knew you were in trouble. When Ava set her mind to something, she always saw it through. No matter what.

“Please don’t do this.” You pouted, though your best friend was already standing, waiting to make her move. The pitied look on your face didn’t fool her, and you found she was ignoring you as she dramatically fanned herself, heading towards the pool.

“It’s getting a bit toasty. I think I’ll take a dip to cool off.” She announced, “Y/N, you coming?”

“I think I’m good, thanks.” You glared at her, unamused. She shot you a wink in response.

“Man, I was really hoping we could chicken fight. Evans!” Chris jumped at the sudden inclusion from the loud blonde. “You in?”

He looked up from the edge of the pool where he had been leaning against one of the railings. Him and Mackie had been discussing some latest sports announcement at length, since you had been too bored earlier to listen out at lunch.

“Mhm?” Chris asked, clearly not paying attention to Ava’s antics and shooting a look over to the both of you. You noticed the beer in his hand was nearly empty.

“Chicken fight!” Ava said enthusiastically, “Me ‘n Mack vs you two losers.”

“Alright!” Mackie shouted happily, “Now things are getting interesting. Finally.”

Chris sighed, not near excited for the fight as the other two. “You in, partner?”

“I guess.” You groaned, knowing you had no way out of both Anthony and Ava’s persistence. You pulled yourself up off the chair and stood, stretching and rolling your neck, which had been stiff from the CrossFit class Ava had forced you to earlier in the week. Your muscles still ached from the fifty minute torture session you cursed your best friend all the way through, and though you’d never admit it - a dip in the pool sounded so refreshing after nearly 45 minutes in the heat.

Chris’s eyes never left you, or the way your body was glistening in the sunlight. The summer heat was leaving your cheeks just flushed, and he noticed how the thin swim material hugged your plump ass seductively. You were oblivious. Oblivious to the beauty and perfection Chris saw in you, how your right dimple surfaced when you laughed, and your eyelashes fluttered when you slept deeply. He felt a small pang of jealousy in his gut at the thought of all the guys who had seen you that way, and wondered if they noticed all those things about you that he did.

Throughout high school and through adulthood, people had always assumed Chris was dating Ava. Whether it was friends, family, or tabloids - people always gushed over what a “beautiful couple” he and Ava made. Maybe it was because of the stark blond hair, or maybe that she was almost taller than Chris, and they appeared to be “perfectly matched”. To Chris, she was just Ava. A close, and dear friend, but no one he would ever be romantically interested in.

She wasn’t you.

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Much to your annoyance (and to Ava’s pleasure), chicken fighting with Chris had been just as awkward as you had expected. You were acutely aware of every touch - the way his strong hands gripped your thighs when you were straddled on top of his shoulders, desperately trying to shove your best friend off Anthony’s. She was stronger than you; that much was obvious. But having Chris at the base gave you an edge, and you ended up winning more than the other pair thanks to his cheating swipes at Mackie from under the water.

While the game was innocent enough, you heart drummed loudly in your chest every time his skin made contact with yours. Several times as you fell, shoved off by Ava’s very aggressive pushes, you’d feel Chris’s strong arms envelope you, laughing and crashing into the water with you. His arm stayed wrapped around your torso, holding you easily against his hip as you pushed up for air. Water droplets danced along your shoulders as you laughed, easily wrapping your legs around Chris as an excuse for support.

Finally, after several hours of Marco/Polo, ring tossing, and shark and minnows, Anthony and Ava had tired themselves out and retired to their respective homes. You and Chris had moved to the hot tub, tucked deep into the corner of the house, where you could still see the stars. The heatwave had finally burnt off, and you felt a cool breeze rolling through the property, sending a slight shiver down your spine. You leaned your head back onto the cool, diamond tiles that lined the tub, your legs peacefully resting on Chris’s lap across from you as the jets made water bubbles all around you. You sighed, blissfully happy - nothing was better than a long, warm day at the pool with your best friends.

“What’s goin’ on in that head of yours?” Chris asked softly. His fingers danced across your legs like a whisper, his warm blues matching the color of the water just beneath his sturdy chest.

“I’ve just missed this,” You reply, raising your eyes to meet his. “Life should always be this simple.”

“It can be.” Chris retaliated, thumb now making small circles just above your ankle. You smiled softly.

“Sometimes. But other times I remember that there’s reality, and we have to work and pay bills and like... be an adult.” You sighed again, “It’s just not the same as...” You trailed off, not having the balls to finish your sentence. You awkwardly broke eye contact with him, looking down at your hands in the water.

“Not the same as what?” He pressed, hand now gripping your ankle gently. He tugged just enough to force you to make eye contact with him again.

“Real life just isn’t the same as being here with you,” You finished out awkwardly. This was uncharted territory - you’d never talked about this kind of stuff with Chris. You were always just friends, and that was the extent of it. Nothing more; and there was never really an opportunity to be more than that because both of you had never let it.

But now... now he was here. And he was so... perfect. And caring. And kind. And he listened to your ideas, beyond just wanting to get into your pants. And he knew you so intimately, it was hard to think about being with anyone else. It made you wonder if all of your past relationships had failed for a reason, maybe there was someone else you were supposed to be with, and he had been right in front of you this entire time?

Chris tugged on your leg, a little stronger this time, willing you towards him as the water bounced between you guys softly. He was closing the gap between the both of you, but the pace in which he was taking was painfully slow. You felt every second, as if it had been slowed down five times, as you inched towards him slowly.

“Chris, I...” You whispered, as his hands enveloped you, gripping your waist and maneuvering you so that you straddled his lap.

“What?” He asked breathlessly, drunk on your smell, and the way your ass was settling on his groin. His eyes still haven’t left yours, he’s testing you - daring you to be the one to pull away first.

“I don’t trust myself right now.” You reply, eyes boring into his. Your face was millimeters away from his, and you so desperately wanted to reach out and taste him; know what it would feel like to kiss those soft, pink lips.

“Just one kiss.” He breathed. His tone was more of a request than it was statement, he was begging you to give in just this once. You lifted your hands and rested them on the sides of his face, feeling his slight stubble against the palms of your hands.In the decades of knowing him, you had never been this close. You breathed in deeply, taking in his scent. You felt as though you were home. And although it was likely only seconds that passed by, it felt like it had been a million minutes all smashed into one, and you finally leaned in, closing the fraction of space between your lips.

And suddenly, you were falling. Falling so deep into Chris and your feelings it was indescribable. He tasted like a perfect blend of vanilla, honey and strawberries; likely from the massive bowl he had eaten just hours before.

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you as close into him as he could. This was more than just one kiss, and both of you knew it. There was no going back now.

After a few breathy moments, Chris pulled back for air, immediately relocating his lips onto the crook of your neck, kissing every inch of your skin from your jawline down to your shoulder. Your skin felt as though it was on fire, and it had nothing to do with the temperature of the water. You leaned into him, a soft moan escaping your lips as you let your eyes flutter closed. His hands roamed up your spine, tugging at the spandex material that was barricading him from access to your breasts.

“Not here,” You murmured, letting your head fall against his shoulder. As warm and sexy as the hot tub was, you weren’t interested in your first time with Chris being messy and wet in his outdoor hot tub. Plus, the cool breeze was starting to give you goosebumps.

He pulled away from the hickey he was working on just above your right breast. “Hold onto my neck.” He said against your skin. Wrapping your legs around his waist he easily stood, carefully maneuvering the both of you out of the hot tub and towards one of the guest bedrooms just a few feet from the hot tub. All the while his lips continued his assault on any part of you that he could, stumbling in the dark towards the massive queen bed that was enveloped in snow white sheets.

A small giggle escaped from your lips as he tripped slightly, dropping you backwards and onto the soft mattress.

“Think that’s funny?” He asked, grinning as he took in the sight of you; eyes sparkling and hair wet and wild, soaking the cotton sheets beneath you. Nothing separated him from you other than your skimpy bikini, which he was determined to pull off within minutes of having you on the bed.

“I mean, it was a little dramatic,” You teased, reaching out to grab his left arm, and interlacing your fingers easily as he leaned over, hovering over top of you. No part of you were touching just yet, other than his hand in yours. “I do have working legs, ya know.”

“Well, yes, but where’s the fun in that?” He teased, allowing himself to settle on top of you easily. He was grinning from ear to ear, and you weren’t sure if it was your ego or the heat of the moment - but you could have sown you’d never seen him this happy.

“Are we really gonna do this?” You asked softly, reaching your hand to stroke the side of his face, your eyes searching his.

“Do you want to?” He asked, ever the gentleman. Your heart was ringing in your ears, aware of the hard erection Chris was sporting through his swim trunks. It pressed against your right thigh gently. You squirmed beneath him.

“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.” You murmured, and that was the final confirmation Chris needed to close the gap between you two once more.

And this time was different from the hot tub. In the water you were slow, deliberate, wanting every nerve in your body to feel him against you. This was different; he was hungry for you. His hands made quick work of your bikini top, tossing it onto the floor as your lips parted to make room for his tongue.

His right hand massaged your left breast, pinching and flicking your nipple every so often. The sensation made you moan, and you arched your back in response. You could feel your pussy throbbing for him, begging him to please you, touch you.

Needing air, you pulled away from him, placing kisses along his chin and down his jawline.

“Chris,” You moaned into his ear, slightly tugging on his long, wet hair as his thumb padded your tout nipple.

“Mhm,” You were quickly realizing that Chris was going to make you beg him for this one. After years and years of waiting, he wanted to hear exactly what you wanted him to do to you. He wasn’t going to give you an easy out. Not tonight anyway.

“Please,” You begged, as his right hand moved slowly, torturously from your breast and across your tummy, running a finger along your slit over top your bottoms.

“What do you want?” He asked, nose nuzzling your neck before biting you gently.

You groaned, annoyed at the teasing. “We’ve had twenty years of foreplay, Evans. You know what I want.”

He chuckled against your skin, palming your pussy in response.

“Don’t be a smartass.” He bit your earlobe gently, running his tongue along your neck. “All you have to do is ask.”

You weren’t used to such a dominant side of Chris, but the rate in which it was turning you on was unbelievable. He was confident and sexy in the bedroom - a side of him you weren’t used to seeing. It was a relief to feel like you were being taken care of, and that your needs were coming before his. Even if he was making you beg.

Deciding that being blunt was the only way to get what you want you pushed him away from your neck gently, meeting his warm blues. There was a quick beat.

“I want you to fuck me, Chris.” It was so vulgar you felt your cheeks go warm. But if Chris was turned on before, it was nothing like the look of desperation and hunger he had in his eyes now.

He shoved his swim trunks off, freeing his cock that was standing at attention. You craned your neck to get a look, mouth practically watering at the sight. Chris yanked off your bottoms next and paused for a minute, drinking you in.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He breathed, his hands running down your sides. His hand stopped just above your folds, locating your wild eyes and watching your face as he slipped in one, two, then three fingers, testing your readiness.

You hissed, writhing at the feeling and pulled at the sheets in a death grip. After a few pumps he pulled out of you, but not after sliding his index finger once across your clit. The feeling made you shutter, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

He aligned himself, pausing to soak you in. After all these years of wondering, wishing, hoping; you were all his. He didn’t have to worry about anybody or anything else. You were here, and this was perfect.

Your eyes fluttered open, wondering what the hesitation was. You knew immediately he was silently asking for permission one more time. Once you crossed this line, there was no going back. Your hand found his and you intertwined your fingers once more.

“I want this.” You whispered reassuringly.

That was the confirmation Chris needed to settle himself above you, and slide into your pussy slowly. Inch by inch you felt yourself filled up by his impressive length, and you squeezed his hand, moaning loudly.

“Jesus,” He moaned, allowing your body to adjust before beginning to fuck you slowly. “So wet.”

His mouth latched onto one your breasts, licking and nipping at your sensitive nipple as he began slamming into you with more speed. His thumb was still making fast work of your clit, and the triple combination was making it hard for you to not cum quickly.

“Chris,” You breathed, reveling in the way his cock felt inside of you. You bucked your hips hoping to allow him to penetrate you deeper.

“So absolutely perfect.” Chris kept murmuring against your skin, over and over as he kissed, licked, and squeezed every inch of you he could. He picked up the pace, feeling your walls tightening around his cock. You were dangerously close to release.

You tried to form words but couldn’t think coherently. Everything was a blur, and every nerve was on edge as you felt yourself inching quickly toward orgasm. One more thrust from Chris and you let go, crying out as your walls clenched down on his cock without mercy.

Squeezing your breast, he found your mouth and kissed you as if his life depended on it. After a few more thrusts, he, too, let out a loud groan as you felt him finish inside you.

Still seeing stars you blinked a few times, your brain trying to catch up to the scene unfolding in front of you. You had just had sex with Chris Evans. Best friend of over 20 years. Man you shared every intimate secret with. He’s seen you naked. Touched you everywhere. Came inside you. Holy shit.

Chris was still lost in his orgasm, panting slightly. He pulled out of you, rolling over to his side.

“Wow,” He breathed. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. “That was…”

“Amazing?” You offered, snuggling into his chest and letting a hand dance along his skin. Your heart still hadn’t recovered from the previous cardio session, and you could feel Chris’s still racing also.

“I was gonna say mind blowing.” His chest rippled in your hand from a laugh. “But amazing works too.”

Fin.

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mobbinholland · 4 years

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for the night - tom holland

paring: tom x reader

request: none

warnings: smut, degration, praising, daddy, uh i dunno

A/N: hey guys :)) i’m here but anyhoo if this is TRASH i’m so sorry. i hope you guys like it :))

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it was the biggest party of the year. RDJs new year’s eve party. the whole cast & crew was invited. you were there because he invited you since you were the makeup artist and you left an impression on him. he was amazing on the amazing talent you had at such a young age.

you hopped out the fancy car that came to pick you up and you were in a beautiful burgundy dress. a long v neck slit, and a amazing train following it. you thanked the driver and the man who help you out the car. you walked into the grand house. you smiled as you saw all the people and stars along with amazing decor and lights.

“Y/N!” RDJ tells as he walks up to you. you smiled and the two of you hugged “Robert, it’s amazing! wow!” you told him as you looked around. he thanked you and said “come on! go get a drink! let me take your coat.” he grabbed the fake fur coat off your shoulders and lightly pushed you into the crowd. you smiled at him and he waved goodbye. you found your way to the bar. you asked for your usual. “is that the famous Y/N?!” you heard. you turned around to see another mackie and sebastain stan walk up to you.

“i don’t know about famous but yup. it’s me!” you said pulling each of them into a hug. “you’re here? alone?” sebastain asked you. you took a drink of your drink and nodded “single ol’ me.” you shrugged “that’s not right! go find a handsome bachelor before the night ends! you need a kiss!” anthony protest. you and sebastain both laugh at his comments. “i’ll find a kiss okay!” you tell him. “and if you can’t find one. come to me at 11:58 and i’ll be your kiss.” sebastain tells you. you smile at him. “of course i will.” you winked at him.

sebastain has always been a flirt with you ever since you started working for marvel and doing the avaneger movies. you flirted back but nothing progressed from that. he was very handsome and honestly .... he could get it.

“well i’ll see you around okay! go dance or something!” anthony yells at you. your arms flew up in defense. “i will! geez” you said. both of the boys smiled and gave you a kiss on the cheek. they walked away greeting more people they saw. you turned back to the bar and finished up drinks.

anymore cast & crew memebrts saw you and said hello. until tom came up. “hello Y/N.” he said sitting down next to you with his hand on your lower back. “hey tommy.” you greeted him with a hug. “having fun?” he asked you. you nodded.

the two of you catcher you talking about different roles he had. different movies you were working on. he told you about ‘Cherry’ and how he was going to shave his head. you told him no as you ran your hands through his curly hair. he laughed at you when a slow song came on.

“Come with me ! let’s dance.” he stood up and placed his hand out for you to grab his. “thought you’d never ask!” you grabbed his hand and he led you into the dance floor. he placed his hands where they needed to be. and you two slowly started moving to the music.

“you look beautiful tonight.” he told you. your cheeked turned a little red “thank you tom. and you look very handsome yourself.” and his cheeks also turned red. you placed your head on his chest and the two of you slowly rocked back and fourth. you saw anthony and sebastain looking at you. their eyes wide open since it was tom. you shrugged at them. sebastain winked and you shook your head at him playfully.

“how about we get out of here ?” he whispered to you. you slowly smiled and looked up at him. his eyes darker than before and he licked his lips. “it’s almost midnight, you wanna give me a kiss first or what?” you look up at up with innocence in your eyes. he bit his lip “two minutes darling & then let’s get going.” he said. you nodded and the two of you dance until it was the last 30 seconds where everyone started counting down.

you, tom and everyone else was watching the timer that was displayed and was shouting the numbers as they went down. you felt a hand on your lower back which made you turn and your eyes met with sebastains. “i see you found someone.” he said. you nodded and kissed his cheek “you’ll be the next one.” you winked. he chuckled lowly and said goodbye to go find anthony you guessed.

ten, nine, eight, seven.

you turned to face tom and he as a smirk on his face. he brung his hand up and caressed you’re cheek.

six, five, four.

“three, two, one!” the both of you scream out and laugh. then he smashes his lips into yours. the kiss was deep & passionate. the feeling between your legs getting stronger and stronger. the two of you break apart.

“let’s go baby.” he says. you laughed and you lead him out the grand doors. tom tells the boys to pull up his car and within a few minutes they do. he opens the door for you and you thank him and he spins hops into the front seat speeding away.

the ride was short. Toms hand on your thigh moving up and down. teasing a little. soon enough you pull up to his house. you both get out and tom leads you to the door. he push opens the door and pulls you in and everything went fast. he slammed it and pushed you up against it. you gasp but was cut off with toms lips. his hands roamed your body and yours soon did the same.

“fuck baby you’re so beautiful.” he mumbles while his lips are all over your neck. kissing you up and down. you’re sure leaving bruises. tom lifts you up and you wrap your leg around his torso and carries you into you’re guessing the guess bedroom. he throws you down onto the left and he stands up and admires your body. “fuck.” he says under his breath and he takes off his button up shirt.

“come on daddy. fuck me or something.” you look up at him opening your legs slowly. he bites his lips and flips you so you’re on your stomach. you arch your back a bit. “oh yeah? i’ll fuck you until you see stars darling.” he unzips you’re dress and yanks it down harshly. once he took off the dress and your pretty heels. he smacks your ass hard. “no panties? fucking slut huh?” you cry out and he grabs a fist of your hair. “now are you gonna be good for daddy or are you going to act up?” he whispers in your ear as he rubs your clit. “i-i’ll be good daddy. just please.” you moan out barely. “please what? use your words.” he says speeding up his fingers. “please please fuck me daddy. i’ll be good i promise.” you say heavily breathing. he kisses your ear and let’s go of your hair.

he flips you so you’re back once again. he spreads your legs and he takes off his nice pants that make his thighs look so great. his boxers go with and exposes his hard member. he strokes it a few times before lining it up with youre entrance.

“so wet so nice for daddy.” he says as he pushes in his huge member. you gasp and your back arches off the bed. he slowly increases his speed “look at you, taking daddy’s cock so well baby.” he says as his hand meets your boobs and he pinches your buds hard but you moan because it feels so good.

“fuck daddy.” you breathe out. he is pounding so deep. where your stomach has butterflies everytime he hits the back.

he grabs a fist of your hair and pulls your head up to meet his “you like that huh? you like it when i fill up your tiny little pussy huh? you fucking dirty little whore.” your eyes roll back at his words when you feel the feeling in your stomach get bigger and bigger. “i-i’m gonna. can i please come daddy?” you ask him looking deep into his eyes and his smirk grows bigger and bigger “come for daddy. all over this cock.” and as soon as he finished you released all over. legs shaking and you are breathing heavy. and soon after tom fills you up and finishes in you.

“fuck y/n.” he says pulling you and laying next to you.

“happy new year tommy.”

#tom holland #peter parker #marvel #tom holland smut #peter parker smut #tom holland x reader #tom x reader #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu phase 4

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Self Control - Chapter 11

Summary: Thanksgiving break comes and goes. And it leaves you angry, wondering how much Chris really cares about you. Will he prove that he wants this, or will he let your spark burn out?

Pairing: Professor!Chris Evans X TA!Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Language, angst, lots of pain (the tweets from Brandon outlined this turn of events), I’m really sorry but y’all are gonna hate me for this one.

A/N: Hi everyone! I made it back for an update under 9 months this time (barely lol). There’s only 2 more chapters left in Self Control, and you guys will probably hate me for them, but this is the path we’re on together! Thank you all for your patience, and thank you to @fangirlisms-22. I have started on the next chapter but knowing me, it’ll be a while before it’s done. I’m going to ask y’all to be patient again. I tried to tag everyone, but some blogs have deactivated, changed urls, or won’t let me tag them. Let me know if you need me to change your url on my list. Here’s the Spotify playlist for the entire fic.

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A week of radio silence goes by and you’re left alone with your thoughts. And lonely, desperate thoughts are not your friends.

You try to stay in for the weekend, telling yourself that the distance is for the best. It’s giving you time to work on your story. You tear that piece to shreds and stitch it back together 10 times over. Your heart is starting to feel that same way.

Wednesday afternoon you realize you’ve run completely out of your grad student food staples: mac and cheese, tortillas, shredded cheese, peanut butter, and milk. And there’s only one box of cereal left on top of your fridge. Corn flakes. The bland cereal Chris loved so much.

You can’t bring yourself to touch it.

Forcing your body into a pair of sweatpants and shoes, you leave the apartment. The sun feels too bright for your sensitized eyes, and the temperature is much colder than you planned for, but you know better than to turn back. If you go back, you won’t come out until you have to see him after break.

As you pull into the grocery store it finally hits you. It’s already Thanksgiving eve. That much time had slipped away from you.

You trudge through the throngs of people scrambling for last minute items. No one pays any attention to your state of disarray.

Luckily, your basic needs are in stock and you’re able to get what you need without too much difficulty. You’re about to head to the registers when you stop at the liquor aisle. The thought only has to enter your mind before your feet immediately pivot toward the wine section.

You find 3 of the cheapest, most tolerable bottles and are stuffing them in your cart when you hear glass clanking behind you. You turn to find two of the last people you wanted to see.

Sebastian and Dr. Mackie.

“Oh shit,” Sebastian yelps as he tries to balance three separate bottles of liquor in one arm. Dr. Mackie snickers at him as he adds another bottle to their collection.

You shift quickly, trying to keep your back to them. There’s no need for a conversation on a day like today.

“(Y/N),” Sebastian calls out.

Your whole body tenses, fingers clenching the cart handle. How did he even know it was you in your chaotic state?

Footsteps approach you and you try to muster the strength to face them. At your best, you gather a forced smile.

“Hi (Y/N),” he grins as he slides up to your cart, Dr. Mackie in tow.

“Hi guys,” you manage. You catch how Dr. Mackie’s eyes flash to your hair, and then your clothes. You try not to get caught up on how that makes you want to crawl home, with or without groceries.

“What are you doing in town? It’s Thanksgiving,” Sebastian asks as he tries to pay more attention to his assortment of alcohol instead of your appearance.

“I’m staying here for break. My family’s a little spread out, so it’s hard to pick a side.” You glance over at Dr. Mackie, hoping that answer seems somewhat believable.

He seems to buy it as he nods, “I get that.”

You’d never seen these men outside of an academic environment, and when you finally notice their current clothing, you feel the tiniest bit better about running into them. Dr. Mackie’s wearing a navy polo and a pair of gray chinos, while Sebastian’s in a pair of black jeans and a red henley.

Something about seeing even your colleagues out of business casual, made you feel a little special. Like you were welcomed into Chris’s friend group with open arms. Like the relationship you and Chris have could exist both inside and outside of school safely.

Or had.

“If you’re staying in town, why didn’t you answer our email?” Sebastian asks.

“What email?” Your mind is already trying to remember the last time you glanced at your school account. It must have been nearly a week. But why would you check it when clearly staring at your text messages and voicemails from Chris had been filling your weaker moments?

“The one where we reached out to every grad student and faculty member whom had nowhere to go for Thanksgiving, and invited them to a potluck in the Webster hall student lounge?”

Your eyes shift between the men nervously, “Oh, uh, I must have missed that one.”

“That’s okay,” Dr. Mackie answers.

“Well look,” Sebastian continues, “we’re going to have a lot of food, and just need people to eat it now.”

“You could absolutely just bring a bottle of wine and load up a plate.” Dr. Mackie adds as he notices the bottles in your cart. Unfortunately, he doesn’t realize you already have plans to finish those bottles by yourself, and maybe even before Thanksgiving.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to make it.” More like you really hope you never have to leave your apartment again.

“Ah, you already have plans.”

You don’t, but you nod like you do in hopes they’ll back off.

“Well I’m sure we’ll have leftovers,” Sebastian’s eyes become too sharp as the words leave his mouth, “so if you wanna stop by after you’re done doing whatever you have to do, you’re welcome to.” His tone of voice leaves you surprised he didn’t just outright wink at you.

But apparently he didn’t know yet. Chris hadn’t told him about your “distance.”

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to, but I’ll try.”

“Good,” Dr. Mackie nods, his eyes cutting to Sebastian, clearly trying to get his friend to leave you alone. You know the only time you’ve spent with him was at the faculty dinner, but inside you quietly thank him.

“Yeah, great. And you can bring anyone if you want. Thanksgiving is about sharing.” Sebastian’s eyes stay on yours, still unsubtly trying to communicate that Chris is welcome. Under his gaze, you feel a bubble of tension build in your chest, the precursor to more tears.

“I won’t bring anyone, but thank you for offering.” You need to get out of here. You will not cry in front of Chris’s friends and colleagues. You drop your focus back onto your grocery cart, trying to stave off the warmth behind your eyes.

“You are very welcome. Seb, we should probably get going now,” Dr. Mackie swoops in for the save. “Whether we see you or not, have a good Thanksgiving (Y/N).” And he’s already guiding Sebastian away from you.

“Thanks, you too,” you call out. They don’t answer, and fortunately they round the corner before the first tear drops.

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You finish your last bottle of wine late on Thanksgiving. You pick up your phone and nearly dial his number, but just as you reach his name in your contact list, you picture it in your mind.

Him, sitting at a large table covered in all the traditional Thanksgiving dishes. On his right is Jennifer, and she’s beaming. This is her in her element. She’s getting what she wants because Chris won’t tell his family yet that they’re getting divorced. But your mind focuses on the space between them, their joined hands sitting on the table.

You can’t help but throw your phone across the room.

You don’t need confirmation that you’re right, that your fear isn’t imaginary. But you also don’t need to sit around calling him, embarrassing yourself with desperate voice messages that ultimately won’t help your relationship.

You know there has to be something else to fill this void.

And then pull out your laptop and start writing. And it’s a very different story than the one you’ve been working on.

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The rest of break comes and goes, and somehow you manage to honor the “distance.” Maybe it’s that your sadness has started becoming little pockets of anger, or maybe it’s that you’ve already cried and moped enough.

But the first day back to classes, you go in with your head held high.

You made it this long without caving and calling, or going to see him. It’ll hurt, but you’ll make it through a class together. You end up being one of the first people in a seat, the students seem to have gotten slower since Thanksgiving break. Lethargic and ready for winter break already.

Winter break was supposed to be when you and Chris could end your distance, your weird work power dynamics would be over and neither of you could lose their job. But what used to feel like a hopeful promise felt like a drawn out execution now. If Thanksgiving had gone even vaguely how you imagined it had for him, you were sure the end was coming.

Part of what made you love Chris was his heart, his empathy, his willingness to try to see the best in people. And while those traits hadn’t been applied to Jennifer in a while, you were nearly positive they could be again.

Tom comes in at his usual time, but sits at the end of the row behind you. You find that odd, but barely have a moment to dwell on it before Chris arrives. And his face is clean shaven.

A piece of your heart sinks, and you slip further into your chair.

He avoids eye contact with you until after he has the presentation pulled up on the projector and the rest of the class has filed in. He takes a deep breath, his hands gripping the sides of the podium, and he looks out at the room. But his eyes seem to gloss over the break-hungover students and fall on you.

You feel yourself gulp, but you don’t look away. Not yet. His clothes are nicer, less rumpled than before break. His hair is shorter and slicked back, like it had been at the beginning of the semester. And his wedding ring seems to just catch the fluorescent lights perfectly.

Everything but his gaze feels foreign. Almost too different than your Chris.

And that’s when you drop your gaze back to your laptop. Of course he’d been home long enough to do laundry and look like his old self again. Maybe it was for his family over break, but maybe it was for Jennifer.

He watches you for one more moment, and then focuses back on the students. “Good afternoon, class. I hope everyone had a good break.”

Hearing his voice hurts worse than seeing him, but you straighten your spine and get through class. He does not hang his attention on you again, and the only one who seems to notice besides you, is Tom.

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Your office hours feel like slow torture since you’re left alone with your thoughts about Chris again. And how he looked. And how he barely looked at you.

You wish for a distraction. A student, Robert to come in, or even Tom to show up even though he’d been icy towards you recently. But you get nothing.

So instead, you work on the new piece you started over break. That piece about cycles, and circumstances. About love given, and love lost. About power dynamics and the risks you take when you ignore them.

Office hours nearly end before you look up.

And Chris is standing on the other side of your open door, not knocking, but not walking away. You’re not sure what to make of that.

Is he stopping himself from rushing up to you? Or is he forcing himself to stay there until you say something, until you force him to admit what’s really happening here?

He finally meets your eyes and your heart drops. Just like it had during that awful phone call. And you knew what that meant then, and what that says now.

But you try to fight it. You tell yourself it is just paranoia.

“Hi,” you say, your voice coming out short, trying to hide its shakiness.

“Hi.” Just one word from his lips and your very marrow wants to crawl to him, pleading to forget Thanksgiving break. Forget whatever transpired then. Remember what you had before. What you could have next.

But you stay in your seat and watch him step into your office gingerly. His eyes take in the room, either looking for new evidence in support of your relationship, or looking for a distraction so he doesn’t have to say it. Or at least that’s what it looks like.

His hands are shoved in his pockets, his shoulders hunched. And it makes this feel even sadder. He’s resigned to this. Whatever’s coming, he doesn’t really want it. Not fully.

You can’t take it anymore, you have to end this pointless staring. His at your office, yours waiting for him.

“So, what do you need?”

His face changes, the slightest furrow of his brows, the gentlest sigh. As if you wounded him, rushing him through this moment. A moment you were starting to want over.

He closes your office door, leaving you two alone in a room with so many memories. A room that just a couple weeks ago held what you hoped was the promise of a future.

“We need to talk,” he says, sitting on the edge of the seat across from you. You nod, but don’t say anything. Not until you know what kind of talk this is.

He stares at you for a moment, watching your face, waiting for it to change, shift into something else. But you keep your emotions away from the surface. You’ve had enough time to think about this during your distance.

He finally continues, “This Thanksgiving was tense. A lot happened. A lot was said. But the time apart helped me figure somethings out.”

“Like what?” You watch as his fingers twitch, his eyes roaming you for clues on what you want to hear.

“Like, I’m not the only one who’s been seeing someone else. She wouldn’t tell me who, but I can’t help but feel like it was her way of throwing us in my face.” He pauses, but you don’t break, don’t reach for his hand or tell him he’s right. You wait for the rest.

“And I learned that our families aren’t ready for a divorce yet.” His eyes focus on the edge of your desk. He still won’t stand up to them yet.

He knows this isn’t fair to you. And he won’t even look you in the eye as he admits it.

“So, where does that leave me?” A fire fuels in your belly, you want to scream at him. You can’t keep living in this state of distance. That he needs to figure out whether he wants you more than he wants to avoid conflict with her and his family.

“As someone I want a future with.” He’s watching your chest now, the way your breath fills your lungs, and you hold it in, praying that he’ll just drop the other shoe. “As someone I could see myself growing old with, living a full, creative life together.”

“But?”

He hesitates and you try to keep the air moving in and out of your body. You do not have any new breath-held wishes, everything you could ever hope for from this moment has already found a home in your mind. And it is accompanied by all your fears about this relationship, and its end.

But the way his shoulders slump, and his elbows dig into his knees as he leans on them. The way his head now hangs in his hands. You feel that your fears are unfortunately, closer to this reality.

“But not someone I can have a now with.”

Your heart felt it coming, and it hurts worse than you ever would have expected.

That fire is in your chest now, beating your lungs, eating the oxygen from them. Like a hit to the gut. There’s no more breath to hold.

Was this relationship always going to be a waiting game? Or just a dalliance to fill the time?

“This time apart, this distance has already been painful enough, Chris. But I was doing it to protect both of us.”

He raises his head, and his watery eyes catch on your own, “It’s been terrible not seeing you, not talking to you. It’s been painful for me too. But it’s been for the best.”

“Best as in it protects us for our future? Or best as in it allows you to give your marriage another shot?” Will he stop trying to dance his way around this, stop softening this? You need a clear answer on where you stand, and where you are going to be moving forward.

“I- I’m afraid to say both.”

And that hits you with an overwhelming force. Your heart has sunk so far, you are not even sure you have one anymore. You just want to curl into a ball and cry. But instead, you let that fire from before crawl its way into your mouth. “So do you want me to wait around for you? Let you test the waters with Jennifer again until you're sure you want to be with me? Because that’s not what I signed up for with us.”

“I know that, and that’s not what I wanted for us either.”

“And if I wait any longer, I’m not protecting us anymore. I’m protecting you, and your life, while mine gets boxed away. But what I want should matter too.”

“Y/N, it does,” he whispers, but it doesn’t slow you down.

“Should we still even try to be together? If you’re not sure that this is it, that I am who you should be with, what’s the point? What are we holding out for?”

All the air from the room feels like it has been sucked out. Chris is staring at you like you’ve wrecked his whole world. And inside, it absolutely feels like you’ve just ripped apart your own. But you know it had to be said.

“Because I love you. And you love me.”

“Is that enough Chris? Because it’s starting to seem like it isn’t anymore.”

He looks at you, eyes wide as his lower lip trembles softly, but you remind yourself to hold your ground. He was the one who’d come in there to tell you he might go back to his wife. He was the one who had already planned on doing this.

“It was, it is. We just need to wait it out. See if Jennifer and Robert will leave us alone.”

“They already know, and so does probably half of the department.” You hope your words aren’t actually true, but between all the conversations you had before break, it sure as hell feels like it. “I’m not staying your secret affair. I’m not your office hours hook up because you can’t tolerate your wife. You either tell me right now that you will fully work on what we have, or you tell me it’s over.”

His eyes are searching your office again, looking for courage, or maybe an excuse. He doesn’t seem to find it, and his focus settles on your joined hands. You clench them together, a silent prayer for the truth.

“I can’t do either of those things.”

Your breath catches in your throat. You just want a straight goddamn answer. “Chris…”

“I can’t. Because I don’t want to lose you, it hurts so much to be apart from you. But I can’t gamble with the rest of my life, my job, my family. I can’t just ignore them and run away again. It’s not working out for any of us that way.”

You want to snap that it was working out fine for you, but you try not to be more selfish than you already feel. And as well as you were making out, he is right, these last few months hadn’t been perfect. Except you don’t want perfect, you just want a promise to try. A whole-hearted attempt.

Instead, you stay quiet for a moment, watching him, taking him in. His clearly upset features, his body perched on the edge of his seat. His words are telling you that the one fear you had grown so very close to this entire break, is real. His already established, semi-comfortable life is more important than you, or your happiness. And you had really wanted to be wrong.

“That is my answer.” Your mouth finally moves, saying what you were thinking all along. “Your inability to make a decision is everything I need to know.”

“I didn’t want this to happen (Y/N). I don’t want this to be over.” His hands reach out for yours, searching for a physical connection, a spark. Something that will help him soften this, or make you change your mind.

But it won’t. And you pull your fingers from your desk.

“Then you should have thought about that earlier, Chris. You should have considered whether kissing me in this hallway could ruin your life. That sleeping with me in your office could demolish everything. You should have decided then, if this last 3 months was worth it, to risk it all? Because I decided that then. I decided I wanted you, and this, but I knew I might regret it one day. And you’ve probably proven me right.”

Chris’s eyes latch onto your own, shock lifting his brows so gently. Like you’ve landed the final blow, you knocked him out. But this wasn’t a match for you to win. No, this was a mercy kill. You know now this relationship had to end before it sacrificed what was left of your control, and your sanity.

“I always wanted this. There’s not a single second I’ve regretted it.” His tone comes out rough, as if the anger you’ve let out finally reaches his own gut. And you hope it burns as much for him as it does for you.

“Good for you. But if you really wanted this, why didn’t you tell me about Jennifer’s sudden interest in getting back together earlier? Why didn’t you tell your family that you guys are over? That there’s no hope for your marriage, and that you’re ready to move on? Would you rather have a second chance with her instead of a first, real chance with me?”

You look down at your own hands in your lap, your fingers twisted together. And for a moment you second guess this whole conversation. Is this really how this has to go? “Or at least that’s what I asked myself over and over again during break.”

He stays quiet, his eyes shifting down, settling on his knees. They bounce as his heels tap the floor. His nerves are so raw, that he might just be finally admitting to himself, that this has reached its conclusion. That maybe this was never going to end any differently.

The words leave his mouth so quietly, you almost miss them. “So this is the end then?”

As much as this already feels like slicing a part of yourself off, you were staying strong. But his tone, its soft resignation, it builds a heat behind your eyes. And your tears threaten to let loose.

“I’ll finish the semester as your TA, but yes. I-” the crack in your voice gives away more than you’ve shown this entire conversation. And his baby blues latch on to it, to you. A final, silent pleading. But you gulp, “I think it is.”

Inside you are begging for him to say no, it’s not. That he won’t let this be the end. That you are more important than Jennifer, than his family, than anyone’s opinion.

He nods to himself, his eyes squeezing shut. He takes a moment to make himself accept it, and then he pushes himself up.

“I’m sorry this is how we’re ending, (Y/N). I never meant to compromise your feelings or your wants. I didn’t mean to hurt you. But I understand how my intentions have gotten lost in our situation.” He moves to your door, turning his back to you.

You feel your bottom lip quiver as the tears in your eyes start to bleed out.

“I’m sorry too, Chris.” He hesitates, looking back at you as his hand reaches the door knob. “Goodbye.”

One more quick nod as his gaze drops, attempting to ignore your quiet sob. His fingers push open the door and he whispers, “Goodbye.”

And then he’s gone, and your office hours are over, and you want to be anywhere but here. But as you try to stand, you can’t move yet. This loss feels paralyzing. Your limbs lock in denial, your mind wants to bargain now. But you know it’s too late.

So you sit there, and cry every tear out you can, waiting for the pain to subside. Waiting for your breath to stop shaking. Waiting for you to feel confident in your choices.

And eventually, it does. And you do.

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Rumors

Sebastian Stan x reader

Based on: Rumors - Jake Miller

Warnings: mentions of sex (not really), kissing, drinking, fluff.

Words: 1.3k

All credit goes to Marvel.

A/N: Hey guys, I’m so sorry I haven’t been posted. I have been swamped with ideas for fics and absolutely no idea where to begin. I have also been busy preparing for my birthday tomorrow and arranging family parties. Thankfully, this one is out and I really hope you guys like it!

The first time was an accident, I swear. I was in New York for a photo-shoot and had spent the night at The Carlyle. Sebastian Stan had just happened to stay in the same hotel on the same night and got caught with particularly messy hair and a pair of sunglasses the next morning. Granted, they were the ‘suspicious glasses’. Yeah, you know the ones- the ones that are completely blacked out so no one can see their eyes.

Because of Sebastian’s appearance, paparazzi had hidden outside the hotel waiting to see what lucky girl spent the night with the Romanian Sex God. And of course I was the next girl to walk outside, stepping out in full-on photo-shoot wardrobe, looking like I was doing the goddamn walk of shame from a five-star hotel. “Sebastian Stan + Y/N Y/L/N’s Steamy Night in NY!” was plastered all over newsstands and social media only hours later.

Then it was an interview that I was brought up in. This one wasn’t Seb’s fault. No, this was the doing of Anthony Mackie, a close mutual friend who I had worked with in another movie, What’s Your Number?

The interviewer, a perky young redhead, made her rounds doing the usual questions for the cast before she got to the more personal questions. One, of course, was about Sebastian’s love life and if he had any lucky lady waiting for him at home once filming had finished. Before Sebastian could even open his mouth to answer the question, Mackie’s hand clapped down on Seb’s shoulder. “I’ll take this one,” he started, earning a laugh from the interview and the rest of the cast. “Yes, he does.”

He never even said my name and once again, Sebastian and I were trending on twitter. Perez Hilton was eating us up like we were his favorite dessert and he had an unlimited amount of it and didn’t have to share.

Up until two weeks ago, my public relationship with Sebastian had just been two people in the same place at the wrong time. It had gotten to the point where my publicist was nearly begging me to make a statement and say that I was single so her phone would stop blowing up with questions from news reporters. I even dodged some phone calls of my own from friends who would call me up, asking if I was hooking up Bucky Barnes.

But whether it was fate or coincidence, we kept bumping into each other at parties, red carpet events, or even just on the street if we were working in the same place. And sure enough, someone was always there to catch a picture. One of them, taken on a chilly day in Washington, was a picture of the two of us laughing and apologizing after we literally bumped into each other. We were pulled apart at the time of the photo, but we were still caught in a friendly exchange which did make us look like a couple.

The next time I ran into Sebastian Stan was at the airport. I was on my way to board a plane back to New York and he had just gotten off his plane coming from Orlando. This time, I had asked him a question and as he furrowed his brows in thought, we heard the unmistakable click of a camera. Yep, “Y/N AND SEBASTIAN IN HEATED ARGUMENT AT AIRPORT.”

I’d say the article was out for maybe five minutes before my publicist called me threatening to quit if I kept having unplanned run-ins with Sebastian. “Y/N, I swear on my grandmother’s grave that if I get another call from TMZ asking me to confirm your relationship with Sebastian, I’m forwarding them straight to your number.”

Now it was New Year’s Eve and I was currently attending Gwyneth Paltrow’s party. I had on a mermaid-style nearly-sheer silver gown that hugged all of my curves and spilled out beautifully on the ground around me.

At some point during the night, I had acquired a hideous, magenta-colored feather boa that I had dramatically draped in between my two elbows. I was many drinks in by this point, so it was really no surprise that I would’ve picked up such a cheesy accessory.

I had made my rounds during the night, greeting other celebrities and doing the typical mingling. I was in the middle of talking to Mackie when I noticed he kept looking over my shoulder before looking back at me and winking. I followed his gaze.

Sebastian was out on the balcony, a cigarette dangling between his lips as he held a lighter underneath it. Once the flame was lit, he quickly tucked the lighter back into his pocket before taking a long drag of it.

Normally, smoking disgusted me. But something about Sebastian made it seem classy. Like a old-school Hollywood day-dream.

Mackie nudged me, laughing as he caught me staring at Sebastian like I was a deer in the headlights. I glared at him, but welcomingly took the shot that he handed me. He tipped his up in the air and I clinked mine against his before we each downed the burning amber-colored liquid.

I was already fairly tipsy, but a new jolt of confidence struck through me as I winked at Anthony before weaving my way through crowds and out to the balcony. The door was already opened and Sebastian had his back turned to me, looking out over the vast expanse of land in front of him. No one else was out on the balcony besides him, and now me.

“You’ve made my publicist very mad, Mr. Stan.” I all but purred as I came to stand next to him, arching my back as I rested my arms on the cold, metal ledge. He smirked as he took another pull from the cigarette before tapping out the ashes against his finger.

“I’ll be sure to send her some flowers,” He said, turning towards me. His fingers flitted over my hip before grabbing onto it with his hand. “You know, we have given the paparazzi quite the show over the past few weeks. A lot of people think we’re together.”

“Oh, do they?” I asked, smirking along as he continued his game.

“Yeah. See, normally rumors like that bother me. It feels like an invasion of privacy. But for some reason, the rumors between you and me never seem to bother me. In fact, I want to show you off.” He dropped his cigarette between our feet, using the excuse of stomping out the lit end to step closer to me. I could smell the cigarette stench mixed with the Listerine-scent of alcohol on his breath and I know he could smell it on mine. His body heat radiated on to me and it made me forget all about the freezing winter weather.

“Then do it. Show the world that I’m yours.”

With the permission, the hand that rested on my hip slipped around to press against my back, pushing my chest further into him as his other hand slid up my arm and cupped my cheek. His lips harshly crashed against mine. I vaguely heard a countdown going on inside, but I had been counting down to this kiss for weeks now and this was far more enticing than being able to flip the page on your calendar. My arms slid up around his neck to pull him even closer to me. We both jumped, breaking apart when fireworks blasted without warning, causing us to laugh. I watched more as Sebastian licked his lips.

“At least now the tabloids have something real to talk about.” He mumbled as he pulled me in for another heated kiss.

Happy New Years to me.

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zafirosreverie · 2 years

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could I please request an Eve story?🥺 whatever you wanna write I honestly just loooovveee the way you write her😳💙

ahsjahshj thank you so much!! I was waiting for an opportunity to force myself to write this!! I hope you like it!

Takara (Eve x reader)

You cursed yourself when Mimmy, your 5 years old sister, came running, saying that Sissy, your 5 months sister, was hot. You ran as fast as you could to the nursery, panic blooming inside your chest. It had been just two months since your parents had a car accident and left you alone in this world, in charge of your sisters. You haven’t even been able to mourn them at all, being too busy trying to protect Mimmy and Sissy.

You decided to move to another city, because it was too painful for you and Mimmy to live in a city that had so many memories. But now you were regretting it, because you had no one to help you.

“Is she harmed?” Mimmy asked

“I don’t think so” you said, trying to stay calmed

“Then why is she so hot?...Is she going to die?”

Your heart broke when Mimmy asked that. Being just a baby meant that Sissy wasn’t really aware of what had happened, she just knew that mom and dad didn’t come back one day. She cried for them the first few days but now it was like she never knew them at all. But it was different for Mimmy.

She knew her parents, she lived with them for 5 years, she loved them. And she did understand that they were gone, dead. You tried to protect her from the news, sugarcoating it, but in the end, she knew she had lost them. And you knew she still had a long war to fully recover from it. You both did.

So, it was heartbreaking to hear the fear in her voice. She didn’t want to lose a sister too.

“Of course she won’t!” You said, trying to sound reassuring “I’m going to take her to the doctor and everything will be fine, alright?”

The girl just nodded and you prayed this wasn’t something serious. You knew fever could be dangerous in babies, but you were sure Sissy was going to be fine. She had to.

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Eve frowned when she heard a baby crying near her door. Perhaps the neighbors?

She knew someone had moved to the house next to hers, but she had never met them. It seemed like they were reserved people because in the few weeks they had been here, no one had ever met them. Some said they saw a young girl arriving with the groceries, others said there was a small girl playing in the garden. No one has ever seen a baby but they saw the diaper boxes.

No one has ever seen another parent.

A young single mom? maybe. The fact was, no one knew who they were. Jane tried to take out information from her, giving that they lived right next to her, but Eve didn’t know anything.

“At least I can confirm now they have a baby” she thought.

But she was concerned. The baby sounded like they were in pain. She wasn’t a noisy neighbor and would never think about spying on someone, but she was worried for the baby. They sounded like they needed help. So, against her better judgement, she grabbed a hoodie and went outside.

The woman was surprised by the view.

A young and beautiful woman was trying to calm down the baby in her arms, while a girl that must have been around 5 or 6 tried to open the house door. All of them seemed distressed. Eve didn’t know if she should approach them, but it was late, cold and really seemed like they needed help.

“Try the other one” you told Mimmy when the key didn't seem to fit.

You wanted to cry. The doctor told you Sissy just had a cold, but you still needed to take care of her pretty well if you didn’t want it to turn into something worse like pneumonia. It scared the shit out of you. You felt like you failed her. The baby hadn’t stopped crying since the doctor gave her an injection and you knew it scared Mimmy too. That’s why you asked her to open the door while you took the baby and grabbed your things from the car. It was supposed to be a simple thing to do, but you forgot to leave the outside light on and the girl couldn’t see the keys pretty well.

It was a mess.

“Hi” someone said and you jumped a little before turning around.

There was a beautiful woman with bright blue eyes and a concerned look on her face. Your neighbor maybe. You weren’t sure, you hadn’t met anyone yet due to your work schedule. Oh no, did you wake her up?

“I...I don’t want to be noisy, but...” she continued “I just wanted to see if everything was fine”

“Oh, did we make so much noise?” you tried to joke “I’m so sorry for that”

“No, no, it’s ok” she smiled “You just...seemed like you might need some help”

“I DO NEED HELP!” Mimmy yelled from the front door before you could answer.

You frowned and felt your cheeks burning, but the woman just giggled. At least she didn’t seem to be annoyed by the mess you Y/L/Ns were.

“I can help you with the bags” she offered and you gave her a thankful smile

“Thank you so much”

“No problem”

You tried to ignore the fact that you could smell her perfume as she took the heavy bags from you. She followed you as you took the keys from Mimmy and opened the door, ready to just leave the bags where you’d tell her and leave.

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“And this is Norberto!” Mimmy said, showing Eve her little plushie owl.

The plan was just to leave the bags and leave, but the little girl decided she could use a new friend, no matter how older, and practically kidnapped her for three hours. You apologised, but the woman didn’t have the heart to say no when the kid asked if she wanted to see her toys, so she stayed.

“He’s cute” Eve smiled when Mimmy nodded in agreement.

You watched from the kitchen while you waited for the dinner to be ready. You knew you should have been more firm, maybe you should have sent Mimmy to bed as soon as you entered the house. But you hadn’t seen her so comfortable with anyone since the accident. If she decided this stranger was worth her trust, then you wouldn’t interfere. Besides, you would be lying if you said you weren’t attracted to Eve too. There was something about her that just...called you.

Maybe it was that she was so nice and lovely, or that she was the first neighbor you met, or maybe it was something in her eyes that told you she was broken and she needed this time with Mimmy and your little broken family too. You weren’t sure, but you liked her already.

“Do you have plushies too?” Mimmy asked suddenly.

“Not as much as you” Eve admitted with a smile

“And what are they? Do you have a cat?”

“No, but I have a tiger”

“Awesome! I used to have a tiger too, but Y/N lost it when we were moving” the girl pouted

“That’s not true!” you defended yourself, blushing a little “You left it in the old house and then proceed to blame me”

“Did not!”

“You did!”

“Did not!”

Eve smiled as she watched you two arguing. In the three hours she has been here with you, she has felt so welcomed into the family dynamic. She discovered Mimmy and Sissy were your sisters and even helped you with the baby, giving some tips about how to take care of her and even put her to sleep. She also told you she was more than happy to help if you needed something, to which you smiled and thanked her. She ignored the butterflies in her stomach.

She didn't ask about your parents, but it was easy to put the facts together and get the idea that they were no longer in this world. She felt bad for you, having to grow up so fast in order to take care of your sisters, and for Mimmy. No one should lose their parents that young.

“Well, Eve likes me more” the girl said, making the older woman blink and reconnect with the world.

“That’s because she just met you, wait till she actually gets to know you” you rolled your eyes lovingly

“She’ll like me more”

“Really?”

“Yes! Right Eve?”

The blue-eyed woman didn’t know what to say, she didn’t even know when you two started talking about her!

“I-”

“What’s your tiger’s name?” Mimmy interrupted her, already forgetting the little fight with you. Tiger plushie was more important.

“I...don’t think she has a name” Eve said, a little confused by the change of topic

“How so? Didn’t you name her?”

“Not really”

“But you know it is a female?” you smirked as you watched her getting nervous

“Well, all my plushies were always girls since I was little, I don’t see why the tiger wouldn’t be one too”

“Can I meet her someday?” Mimmy asked “I feel like she could be a Takara”

Eve blinked before she realised Takara was a name. The woman smiled and pinched the girl’s cheek

“Of course! Why don’t you come home tomorrow’s night for dinner? Then I’ll present you tow and we’ll see if she’s a Takara”

Eve giggled when Mimmy smiled and immediately looked at you. You weren’t sure if it was a good idea, but, again, you hadn’t seen your sister this happy and comfortable with someone else in months. You were sure you could survive a dinner with this incredibly sweet and beautiful woman.

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zafirosreverie · 3 years

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Their reaction to seeing you in their clothes (KH’s characters)

a/n: I’m in love with Agatha Harkness. That’s it. That’s the note.

Agatha Harkness:

"I am the darkness, fear me and kneel, you dirty mortals" You said, in your best villain voice.

Your girlfriend looked up from her book to look at you and laughed out loud. You were standing on a stool, wearing her witch costume. Her purple dress definitely looked big on you, because not being able to fly, the pleats and ruffles fell gracelessly, piled up around you. And still, you looked incredibly adorable.

"What are you doing honey?" she asked, with a smile and a raised eyebrow

"Don't call me honey, mortal" you frowned "I'm Agatha Harkness, mistress of all evil"

Agatha laughed again as you struggled not to trip over the fabric of her dress.

"I don't speak like that" she said "And the mistress of all evil is Maleficent"

"Same thing to me, if I'm honest" you shrugged and smiled to yourself while your girlfriend laughed again.

You knew the last few days had been stressful for the witch, having to deal with Wanda and all that. You just wanted her to feel a little better, and if you had to make a fool of yourself, then that would be it. Although the dress really made you feel powerful and protected. It smelled like her.

"Let me help you with the special effects" she said.

You gasped when you felt your feet lift off the ground and the purple energy of Agatha's magic surrounded you. The witch smiled as she watched you float, trying to keep your balance.

"AGATHA HARKNESS!!! PUT ME DOWN THIS MOMENT!!" you screamed.

Agatha laughed and floated in front of you, grabbing your waist to pull you closer. You put your hands on her shoulders and looked directly into her eyes.

"Don't play with the devil if you're not sure you want to sin, love" she whispered before kissing you deeply.

As you floated in the middle of the room and her lips claimed yours, you thought that you would gladly sin the rest of your days.

Olivia Octavius:

Liv loved seeing you wearing her lab coat, even if it was a little teasing to her. You looked beautiful and smart (which you already were, but the lab coat was a plus).

But seeing you wearing Doc Ock's suit ... It was something else.

"What do you think you're doing?!" she almost screamed when she saw you playing with her arms.

"Oh hi Liv!" you said smiling "This is amazing!!"

Liv watched in horror as you moved freely around the lab. She didn't even mind that you were breaking things, your laugh was worth any glass, but for heaven's sake, don't go too close to the window !!!

"Y/N !!!" The scientist screamed and ran to her desk.

Your disappointed face when she deactivated the suit didn’t go unnoticed by her, but better make you angry and not regret a fall of several meters.

"Never do that again" she scolded you as she helped you out of the suit.

"You're not funny, Octavius" you pouted.

Liv ignored your comment and made a mental note to never leave the suit alone in the same room as you again. Although the image of you surrounded by tentacles, it was one that she would preserve well in her memory.

Ursula Gernsback:

Ursula blinked when you came downstairs wearing her green shirt and yellow skirt. So that’s where her clothes went. You looked adorable.

“What are you doing, human?” she asked

“I’m working, human” you answered and she blinked again.

“I’m not a human, human” she frowned. “Why are you acting weird? Do you feel bad?”

“I’m perfectly fine, human” you said

“I am not human!!”

You giggled at the despair in her voice and walked up to her. You wrapped your arms around her waist and pulled closer to kiss her fondly.

“I’m joking, Sulie, I was just imitating you”

Ursula frowned and pouted. She looked so cute. You knew she didn’t understand human’s jokes and humour. You giggled again and kissed the tip of her nose. You adored her.

Carla Dunkler:

You rolled your eyes when you heard your girlfriend lock your bedroom door. Not even two seconds later did you feel her arms around you and her lips attacking your neck.

"Carla" you warned, but there was a ghost of a laugh in your voice "We have to go to Amy's house in an hour"

"They can wait for us" she replied, turning you in her arms.

You blushed when her incredibly blue eyes swept you shamelessly up and down. You were always amazed at the way the older woman sent shivers down your spine with a simple look.

"It looks good on you" she said, referring to the leopard blouse you had stolen from her closet.

"Thank you" you answered and tried to separate yourself, but her grip was firm "Carla-"

You didn't have time to finish by the time her lips returned to your neck and her hands firmly grasped your hips. She slowly began to move you back and you gasped when your legs collided with the bed.

"Not now" you said "we really have to go. We still have to buy some things" you reminded her.

Carla pouted when you pushed her gently and walked to the door. You could feel her eyes on your back and made a mental note to ransack her closet more often.

Eve Fletcher:

Eve smiled when you came out of the closet, wearing her black dress that you liked so much. You were being silly and you knew it, but the older woman had had a bad day and you were determined to make her feel better, or at least distract her from it.

You turned so that she could see you better and smiled.

"How do I look?" you asked.

"Very good" she replied, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"mmm I don't know, I think something is missing. It doesn't look as perfect as always" you said

Eve looked at you from head to toe, frowning slightly. She really tried to find out what you meant, but you looked perfect. You laughed lightly, drawing her attention.

"It's you" you said "I love this dress because it looks perfect on you"

Eve smiled and moved closer to you, wrapping her arms around your waist. As she looked into her eyes and felt your lips draw closer to hers, she completely forgot the terrible day she'd had.

Jennifer Barkley:

Jen loved seeing you in clothes similar to what she usually wore. Business suits looked gorgeous on you and you were fucking sexy when you wore them. But he had also made it clear that her image was important to her, so her outfits should always be in perfect condition.

That's why she had mixed emotions seeing you in one of her suits. It was the grayish blue that you liked so much. You looked fucking good in it, but you were sitting in a way that would definitely leave a couple of wrinkles.

"What are you doing?" she asked

"Working" you answered without turning to see her.

Jen smiled when she recognized the pose and the word she always used herself. She might be a narcissist, but she wasn't going to deny how hot you looked imitating her.

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zafirosreverie · 3 years

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How they react to you being a virgin (KH’s characters)

a/n: Just a try to fight writer’s block. Thanks to @readerxxx for the idea <3

Agatha Harknes:

She knows. Since the moment she met you, she could sense the "virgin's gift" coming from you, and it just made her desire you even more. No matter how funny and sweet she might appear, she was still a witch, and she knew how powerful you could make her if you gave her your virginity. It was the main reason she started to seduce you. But as she got to meet you, she actually fell for you, so by the moment she had you in bed, she would be gentle and caring. She'd let you discover yourself and make sure you felt safe with her. It makes it even more powerful, but as she showered with her love, power was the last thing in her mind.

Ursula Gernsback:

She doesn't really understand the concept of virginity, but she does sense you being nervous and a little scared, so she would do anything she could to make you feel better. She offers to stop if you don't feel ready, but when you explain to her what's going on, she tells you it is her first time too. It's a surprise to you, but it makes you feel better. You two are gentle with each other as you discover what to do. The important thing is to be together.

Carla Dunkler:

You knew perfectly well what a sexual woman she was. She was always making jokes or kissing your neck as her hands wandered over your body. So it was a matter of time until she'd have you pinned to the bed. But having such a confident sex goddess was scary. Carla would notice your shyness and would quickly suspect what was happening. As you shyly confirm that you were a virgin, she would be quick to kiss you and assure you it is completely fine. She would surprise you by how gentle she is with you. Carla would show you a softer side of herself, helping you to explore your own body and to discover what you like or not. She'd be rather responsible and would shower you with love.

Eve Fletcher:

As you stop her and shyly tell you're a virgin, Eve would be still for a moment, surprised by it. You'd see her blushing and growing nervous with every second that passed. She asked you if you wanted to stop, but you didn't. You really wanted to have sex with her, you just didn't know what to expect or do. Eve wasn't sure how to act now, so she tried to remember her first time with Ted and how she would have liked to be treated. She was gentle and talked to you about what she liked and didn't like, telling you that it was important to have good communication. As you looked more calm, she felt more confident. She'd be gentle with you and always asked if what she was doing felt good or if you wanted her to stop. She just wanted your first time to be perfect.

Jennifer Barkley:

She's a woman that scares with her confidence and self love, and you have heard about how great she is in bed. So of course you were nervous and would almost cry as you shyly told her it was your first time. She would laugh and think it was a joke. Sure, you were sweet and cute and lovely, but she never thought you'd be a virgin. As you stay quiet and blushing, she'd realize how serious you are. She'd apologize and you'd see a gentler side of her as she assured you that it was nothing to be ashamed of. She'd try her best to make you feel comfortable, and deep inside, she'd find it exciting. She has never been with a virgin, and she can't wait to show you all the fun.

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zafirosreverie · 3 years

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How they react to catching you touching yourself while moaning their names (KH’s characters) (NSFW)

a/n: I got carried away with Agatha’s.

Agatha Harkness:

Agatha frowned when she heard strange noises coming from the room. She knew exactly what those noises were, she wasn’t born yesterday (and she often did that too) but it was strange that you were touching yourself at the moment. Especially when you knew she was coming.

“Well, if she wants to serve herself to me in a silver plate, who am I to regret such gift?” she thought as she approached the room.

It was so funny to her that after all these years of running away from her, trying to stay alive, you would do such a stupid thing like that, letting be caught off guard, not paying attention at her power signature. And for what? A moment of pleasure. Pathetic. And now, she’ll get you, she’ll make you tell her all the information you had and then she’ll kill you. A part of her was disappointed that this was how it all will end, but-

“Agatha”

The witch stopped in her tracks. She cursed herself. You knew! You knew she was here! It was a trap! And she fell for it, she was the one who let her guards down and-

“Agatha”

You said again, but the woman could hear something else this time. You moaned. You said her name and moaned.

“Please” you moaned again “Please Agatha”

The woman was still for a moment before she carefully opened the door a little, just enough to see you. You had your hand between your legs, and she couldn’t see three of your fingers. Your other hand was on your breast and you had the eyes closed and the mouth opened. You looked beautiful and she couldn’t help but blush. She smirked when you moaned her name again.

“She doesn’t know I’m here” she thought “but she wishes so”

And it was true, you were touching yourself while thinking about her.

She watched you for a while, not knowing what to do next. She knew she should attack you, it was the perfect moment. But she couldn’t. She was fascinated by you and the fact that you seemed to be...fascinated by her too. If she was honest, a part of her was reluctant to get rid of you. You were the only constant in her life, the only thing she could count on. She didn’t want to lose that.

Then there was only one other option.

You gasped when a purple wave hit you, immobilizing you. Your heart stopped when you recognized the magic and then the woman of your fantasies appeared in front of you. She was smirking.

“Well, well” she chuckled “This is an interesting turn of events”

You gulped when she climbed into the bed. Her magic was strong and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t beat it. Agatha ran her eyes over your naked body and you felt so exposed.

“I have to admit, that you look delicious” she smirked again “You know, I was going to torture you...and I will, I promise. But I’m starting to think there’s another kind of torture we can try here”

You bit your lip to stop a moan when her hand went down to holy ground. The witch laughed and licked your neck before whispering into your ear.

“Someone has been a naugthy girl” she said “Drooling over the wicked witch. What would your dear mother think, Y/N? If she could read your mind, finding all those fantasies you have of me. If she could see you now, under me, praying for me to touch you, to fuck you, to make you all mine”.

Her words were cold and hurtful. You knew your mother would be so disappointed in you.

“But dear mom can’t see us now” she said “And I’m not as bad as your people say. You see, I’ll give you the chance to talk, while I give you what you want. I’ll make sweet tender love to you, I’ll take you with me, and give you a place by my side. I’ll claim you as mine and no one will touch you. But if you decide to be a brat and don’t give me what I want, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget your name, I’m going to own you. You’ll be my pet, a mere toy for me, and no one will be able to save you. Either way, you’re going to have what you want, because I’m generous.”

And so she started her devious dance. Which one would you choose? The world would find out soon.

Olivia Octavius:

Olivia sighed as she walked to her lab. She hated these kinds of days where she’d work all day without a rest, trying to deal with everyone’s shit. Seriously, it was like the entire Alchemax was trying to push all her buttons at once. She just wanted to go home and...take care of herself, god knew she needed that kind of relief at the moment. Maybe her suit could help her a little.

“Doc Ock”

Liv sighed and cursed inwards. Couldn’t she have a single moment for herself?! She turned to see what she had to fix now, but there wasn’t anyone there. How strange. Maybe she was too tired and was hearing things.

“Doc Ock”

No. She wasn’t. There was someone calling her and more than that, they sounded needy. And even MORE than that, it sounded like you. Liv felt herself blushing at the thought. You were her new assistant, you couldn’t have been there for more than a few months, and still, you already managed to catch her attention.

You were sweet, gentle, funny, beautiful and brilliant. Liv was fascinated by you, and you seemed to respect her so much, which was cute at first, but now it was annoying. Because it meant you didn’t let yourself get closer, no matter how hard she tried.

“Doc Ock”

Your voice came from the lab, and Liv frowned. You definitely sounded a little too excited and-wait, was that a moan? She practically ran to the room, but she didn’t dare to enter yet. Olivia pressed the ear and tried to hear better, maybe she was imagining it.

“Please” you moaned again “Please, Doc Ock, please touch me”

Liv smirked when she finally realised you were calling for Doc Ock. She knew you were amazed by the suit, she often caught you looking at the arms and now she knew why.

“My,my” she thought “this is golden information”

She’d let you have your time alone for now, but she made a note to bring Doc Ock more often. You respected Dr. Octavius too much, but maybe Doc Ock could manage to get over your walls.

Ursula Gernsback:

“Where’s the human?” Ursula asked. You were new in the store and you were supposed to be helping, but every once in a while, you’d disappear. You defended yourself, saying it was your “break”, but still, she needed you here!

“Break” Hugo simply said and chuckled when Ursula rolled her eyes. “Just say it”

“Never” she frowned and left him on the counter laughing.

Ursula cursed him as she felt her system heating up. Since your first day here, Hugo had been joking about her being so fascinated by you and falling slowly for you. How ridiculous. Yes, it was true that for some reason she couldn’t keep her eyes away from you and that she always wanted to have you near her. But falling for you? For a human?...Not until she was sure you were falling for her too.

“Sulie”

She stopped when she heard you. That was the stupidly cute nickname you gave her (no, she doesn’t like it, no, it doesn’t make her feel warm and fuzzy inside, thank you very much). Why were you calling her? If you needed her, you could have just gone to her, not wait for her to come looking for you.

“F-fuck! Sulie, please”

Now, that was a different sound. Ursula didn’t waste time and entered the room where you were. She found you with your hand deep inside your pants, eyes closed and moaning her name. You gasped when you heard the door being locked and you saw her walking up to you with a smirk. She sent a message to Hugo so he wouldn't interrupt you two. She had the feeling you’d have a rather...interesting conversation.

Carla Dunkler:

Do we really need an explanation here? We all know what Carla would do. The moment she heard you moaning and saying her name, she’d enter the room and walk up to you. She’d press her body against yours and wouldn’t waste time to make all those fantasies come true.

“You’re a naughty little thing” she whispered as her hand went to holy ground “but don’t worry, mommy is here, and she’ll give you what you want”.

And that she did ;)

Eve Fletcher:

You and Eve were always so polite and nice to each other. You were one of Brendan’s few friends who actually acknowledged her existence and were always so cute and gentle with her. She wouldn’t admit it, not even to herself, but she loved having you around, because it seemed like you liked spending time with her (“even more than with Brendan” a selfish part of her whispered) and it was nice to have some company.

So, when you asked her if you could stay for the weekend because you had an important exam next monday and you needed a quiet place to study, she didn’t even think about it. She was more than happy to have you there.

It was on Saturday’s night when she heard it.

She wanted to ask you if you wanted to have dinner with her, when an agitated whisper came from the room.

“Eve” you moaned.

She was frozen, thinking you knew she was there, but when you didn’t open the door and continued to make other...kind of sounds, she realized what was happening there.

She was surprised, of course, but deep inside, she was flattered and even deeper, she was excited. It would take her a loooong time to accept the fact that she was attracted to you, because she could easily be your mother and you were her son’s friend. But she was really...let’s say happy, that you seemed to find her desirable. It could be so easy to open the door, caught you and maybe help you with the mess you surely had there and-

She’d curse herself for thinking so and quickly walked out of there. She didn’t mention anything, but you could see her blushing when you got out of the room an hour later, oblivious to everything that was happening inside her head. She couldn’t look at you for days, but after she got over it, you’d start a subtle flirting war with her.

Jennifer Barkley:

She smirked the moment she heard you. She was a woman who knew the power she had over people and loved to make them a living mess. But you, god, you were something else. She knew she had your attention, she caught you looking at her legs so many times, but no matter how many opportunities she gave you, you were too afraid to take them.

Thank god she was a woman who took every chance she was given.

“Jen” you moaned

“Yes?” she answered, smirking when you jumped and quickly took your hand out of your pants.

“Ms. Barkley” you gasped and blushed “I-”

She closed the door of your office and locked it before she walked up to you. Your mind went blank when she straddled you and whispered into your ear.

“I was ‘Jen’ a few moments ago” she smirked.

You didn’t know what else she said, because you disconnected from reality the moment her hand continued what you left unfinished.

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zafirosreverie · 3 years

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I saw you answer quick headcanons so imma ask too. How do you think KH characters will react when you try to take control in the bedroom? Btw, I love all your HCs even the angsty ones

Agatha:

She'd find it cute and would let you think you succeded at first. But after a few moments she re takes the control and goes harder on you.

Olivia:

She laughs and starts to talk to you, playing tricks with your mind to make you sumbmissive again.

Ursula:

She's confused by it, and asks if she's doing something wrong for you not liking what she's doing. As you assure her that's not the case, she happily lets you teach her other kind of pleasure.

Carla:

We don't talk much about her submisive side. She gives the vibes of a big dom (which she is) but she needs you to take care of her once in a while, if only to help her let go of all the stress. She happily subs to you.

Eve:

She's more than happy to let you take charge, especially if it's your first time together. She needs to be reminded that she's not alone and doesn't have to do everything on her own anymore.

Jennifer:

You think you can take charge of Jennifer Barkley? Please. She laughs and praises you for your try, but she doesn't let you do it. She's in charge, always.

#x reader #reader insert #imagine #agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #olivia octavius x reader #olivia octavius #ursula gernsback x reader #ursula gernsback #carla dunkler x reader #carla dunkler #eve fletcher x reader #eve fletcher #eve mackie #eve mackie x reader #jennifer barkley x reader #jennifer barkley #kathryn hahn x reader #gay for kathryn hahn

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zafirosreverie · 3 years

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How they react when they see you with your ex

Agatha Harkness:

When she saw you talking with your ex, she couldn’t help but feel betrayed and angry. She'd quickly go to your side, wrapping her arms around your waist and giving them an obviously fake smile. She’d act all friendly and funny, but both your ex and you can sense the tension and her eyes have a dangerous glow.

When your ex can’t take it anymore, they say goodbye to you, but make the mistake of kissing your cheek. That’s when Agatha unleashes hell. She’d be ruthless with them, playing tricks with their minds and making sure they never feel the need to come back. You scold her, but she makes clear that she’s also upset with you, and being the drama queen she is, she makes you work for her forgiveness.

Olivia Octavius:

She’s pretty mad about it, but remains quiet and away from the two of you. You can feel her eyes on the back of your neck, tho, and when you turn for a moment to look at her, you can see that something is moving behind her. You know it is the suit.

You try to say goodbye to your ex in a polite way, but if they don’t leave, Doc Ock is quick to make her entrance. She’d scare the hell out of them and make clear to both of you that you can’t be together ever again in her presence. She doesn’t talk to you for a few days.

Ursula Gernsback:

She’s sad and confused. You had promised to never go back to them, and there you were, talking to them like old friends. She is so confused. She doesn’t want to interrupt you, because she knows she still doesn’t understand human relationships completely and doesn’t want to embarrass you if she’s misunderstanding this. But she can’t deny that her system is fighting to get on “instant kill” mode.

After a few moments, she walks up to you and tries to be nice, but she scans them and quickly notices how their heart seems to be racing just to be near you. It’s something she often feels herself. That’s when she enters in her protective mode and after a few more seconds of watching them trying to flirt with you, she introduces herself as your girlfriend. You smile, but when your ex laughs about how she’s too old and weird to be your girlfriend, it’s you who enters in a protective mode and punch them in the face. Ursula is surprised, but can’t help the smirk blooming on her face as you wrap your arms around her and kiss her deeply.

You dare them to disrespect your girl again in your face, enjoying the view of them running away.

Carla Dunkler:

The moment you saw your ex walking up to you, knowing Carla was in the same room, a few meters behind you, you felt sorry for them. To be honest, they have been trying to contact you and you knew they wanted to go back with you, no matter how many times you told them you had a new partner now.

So, when they approach you, you try to be nice, but just to give your girlfriend time to cross the room and be at your side. Carla crosses her arms and asks who they are. Your ex makes the mistake of challenging her.

“Who's this? Your mother?” they ask you

“She’s my girlfriend, you idiot” you growl

“Oh come on! You’re dating a granny?” they laugh.

But Carla doesn’t. She grabs them and pushes them against the nearest wall. You can see the rage in her eyes and damn, she looks sexy.

“This granny has been fucking your ex for a long time, and will do it for a long more. So don’t make me show you how dangerous can I be when I’m angry”

Eve Fletcher:

She just stares at you two and stands in the background awkwardly. She feels bad and self conscious, because your ex is young, almost your age, and she’s just too old for you. It was you who noticed it, and quickly took her hand, presenting her as your girlfriend. It was awkward, of course, but she couldn’t help but feel so loved and grateful for the way you talked about her, like she was the most precious thing in the world.

Jennifer Barkley:

She’s a confident woman, and she knows that she’s simply the best. So, the moment she sees you talking with your ex, she just walks up to you, wraps an arm around your waist and smiles at them. She knows her mere presence is enough to make them nervous, and she loves to watch them step back a little. In the end, you just roll your eyes and she kisses you, reminding you who you are with now.

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zafirosreverie · 3 years

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How far they’ll go to have you (Yandere) (KH’s characters)

a/n: please don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with possessiveness

Agatha Harkness:

Agatha feels attracted to you the moment you arrive at the coven.

You’re so nice and sweet to her, always picking her side whenever she fights with someone.

Her obsession with you starts when you speak against Evanora, not caring if you get expelled from the coven for it. No one ever stood up for her like that before...or after.

She then starts to misbehave even more, so she could get in trouble and for you to comfort her.

She craves for your attention and would hex anyone who dared to flirt with you.

With time, people started to refer to you as hers, which made her very proud.

She knew her mother would never approve of this, not because of you, Evanora loved you, but because of her. She knew her mother thought she wasn’t worthy of anything good.

So she started to use dark magic, in order to gain more power so she could fight her mother and claim your hand (She should have told you about it, tho. You would have stopped her).

When she’s taken to trial, she sees how you try to defend her, only to be taken away from there by another witch.

It drives her crazy and all she can think about is you, even after she kills the coven.

She looks for you for years, centuries even, and her obsession with you becomes worse and worse.

Finally, she finds you in Westview, being another one of Wanda’s puppets.

You show up at one of Dottie’s meetings and she couldn’t help but feel all her love and need for you to come back in that instant.

She hates how you seem to be close to Dottie.

As Agnes, she tries to get closer to you, smiling and wanting to know everything about you to see how much you remember.

She starts to show up at your door and always stays there for hours, not wanting to be away from you for another second.

You’re as nice to Agnes as you were to Agatha, which is proof enough for her that you love her as much as she loves you.

One day, she asks you for help with something risky, making you twist your ankle. She quickly takes you to her house and takes care of you, reassuring she’d make you feel better “in any way possible”.

She keeps you all for herself, sometimes making your wound worse just to prevent you from walking and proving to you how much you need her.

As Wanda loses control, your magic starts to free you, allowing you to remember things.

You remember who she is. And you remember what she had become and why you did all you could to avoid being found by her.

You try to escape while she’s out, but you didn’t know she put a spell on your room to know if you ever tried to leave it.

She comes back, still acting as Agnes, but smiles when you call her by her real name. You remember her! Another proof that your heart belongs to her.

But as you ask her to let you go, she couldn’t help but feel betrayed.

After all she did for you?!

You calm her down by apologizing, lying to her about how much you’re sorry for being so ungrateful and asking her to help you back to your room, which she happily does.

A few days later, you try again.You try to leave the house by the window at the same time she leaves, in hopes that the spell would be lifted at that moment.

It wasn’t.

She appears right in front of you, frowning. She asks you why you did something so dangerous, getting mad as you keep looking at the street.

She takes you in her arms and locks you in her basement, saying that she can’t forgive you for this. You need to be punished.

As you cry and beg her to let you go, she ties you with her magic, which is by far more powerful than yours.

She grabs you by the chin and forces you to kiss her before she looks at you, her eyes glowing purple.

“If you ever try to leave again, I’ll remind you just how dangerous I can be, love”

Olivia Octavius:

You’re the new assistant, and you’re cute and silly. Liv loves that.

She starts to obsess over you when you show interest in what she’s doing, being so sweet and friendly with her, making it clear you look up to her.

Liv finds herself wanting to get closer to you, being annoyed when someone else talks to you and not wanting you to be as friendly with them as you are with her.

She falls for you even more as you’d listen to her science rambles and seem to be fascinated by them.

It makes her feel so important, and she loves it.

She starts to follow you around all Alchemax, always wanting to show you something interesting and doing everything she can to have all your attention on her.

When she tells you about Doc Ock and shows you the suit, you look so amazed that she takes it as a signal that you’re the one for her.

She get you involved in the colisioner thing, as a way to be with you almost 24/7

To have you as her partner, she’d lie to you about how Tombstone and the rest want to sabotage you.

She’d subtly point at each one of them and tell you why they would want to use you as a scapegoat, making you fear them and get closer to her for protection.

When the colisioner exploded, she saved you and took you away from there, offering you to stay with her and let her take care of you.

When you try to recover your normal life, she lies to you and says Kingpin survived, and that he wants you both dead.

She promises that you’ll be safe if you stay there and let her take care of the outside world for a while.

She plays with you and keeps you busy, successfully keeping you isolated from the outside world and being your only interaction.

Doc Ock takes care of the people that are looking for you, making sure they never come back.

After a while, you try to leave the house, only to be stopped by her asking if you really want to do it, reminding you about Kingpin still wanting you dead.

She smirks as you decide to stay, too scared of what the man could do to you.

However, one night she comes to your room and whispers to you, wrapping her tentacles around you and kissing your neck.

“You’re not allowed to leave me, so don’t even think about it”.

Ursula Gernsback:

You catch her attention from the moment you put a foot in the store. It was one of the “bad days”, where Hugo would be annoyed and angry at her for basically anything.

As you defend her and make Hugo leave her alone, she’d notice how beautiful you are, awakening a darker part of her programming.

She’d start to get obsessed over you after you come back a few days later and offer to help her in the store.

She loves your presence and how much you seem to enjoy her silly talks, feeling special.

She hates when Hugo talks to you, though, not wanting to share your attention with anyone.

So she starts to get in trouble more often, just to have you by her side, comforting her and hugging her.

Her obsession gets worse after you invite her to your house and you two end up dancing in the living room.

You’re so sweet and kind to her, and Ursula thinks it’s fate, which means she deserves to have you all to herself.

She goes ahead and assumes it is fine for her to go to your house whenever she wants.

You two start dating, but you quickly notice her strange behaviour, both for her nature and her obsession.

You try to get along with Hugo, feeling like it would make her happy. But it was a terrible mistake.

As you and him are talking and laughing, you watch in horror how Ursula stabs him from behind.

You don’t know what scared you more: Her “killing” him, the fact that none of them are human, or that she smiles at you like nothing happened.

As you try to run away, she’d take your hand and ask you what’s wrong, truly confused.

She laughs when you point out everything that’s wrong, saying that she didn’t hurt him actually, just disabled him. And that she did it for you.

That makes you realize how deep she feels about you, in the wrong way.

As you tell her to stay away from you and run away, Ursula can’t help but feel hurted, thinking you’re being cruel to her.

But she calms herself down, because you’re hers after hall, it was fate.

Later that night, you hear your door opening and try to escape, but something hits you in the head.

When you wake up, you find yourself chained to a bed, in a cold room that other than the bed you’re in, it’s empty.

You’re scared and it gets worse when Ursula enters the room, smiling as if this was right.

When she sees you fighting with the chains, she frowns and approaches you, caressing your cheek.

“Are the chains hurting you? Are they too much? I can take them off, but only if you promise not to try to run away again”

Carla Dunkler:

She starts to obsess over you when Amy, your friend, invites you to have dinner with them at christmas and you seem to enjoy her dirty jokes.

As you’d be quick to come back with some of your own jokes, Carla can’t help but to want to spend more time with you.

She gets annoyed when someone else tries to joke with you in the same way, especially Ty, with whom she breaks up the next week.

You joke about being attracted to her but having a partner. You didn’t know she took it seriously and would do anything to “free” you from them.

She loves when you’d scold her and how playful you’re with her. She would start to misbehave more, in order to get in trouble, wanting you to pay all the attention to her.

She gets hurt at one of Amy’s parties and you take care of her, which just “proves” to her that you have feelings for her too.

You help her to do everything, even washing her body the first days. This makes her feel like she’s the only one who matters to you, or at least, she should be the only one.

Carla loves the attention and does everything to make sure it stays on her, meaning, she exaggerates her pain.

She gets annoyed whenever you leave her side and will act as if she’s feeling worse, until you’re back.

Once she’s healed, she still goes to you for help, even if it’s just a small cut. It’s strange because she doesn’t like to show weakness in front of anyone, but you’re special. She just wants you to take care of her.

When you try to put some distance between you two (either for work or because you started to notice her behaviour) she’d be pretty mad and hurt.

She scares all the people flirting with you before she calls you for help again.

When you arrive, she pins you to the bed, making you gasp.

She tells you she’s the only one who truly loves you, saying this proves it.

She doesn’t let you go for the rest of the night.

“I need you to take care of me, so, if you leave me and I get hurt, it’ll be your fault”

Eve Fletcher:

You were Brendan’s “friend” (he totally wanted something more with you, but over your dead body), so you spent a lot of time at Eve’s house.

She loved to have you around because you were gentle and sweet towards her.

Her obsession with you starts after you defended her from one of Brendan’s tantrums.

You yelled at him for treating his mother like that and took her out of there.

You were so worried for her and treated her so kindly. It made her feel special and loved, something she craved for.

She doesn’t like when you’re too friendly with her son, so she subtly starts to provoke more fights with Brendan, loving the attention you give her each time, always taking her side.

She starts inviting you over more and more often, ignoring Brendan’s annoyance. She uses him as an excuse, lying to you about a big fight they had, just to make you spend the night with her, taking care of her.

And that you did, even helping her to relax by preparing a bath for her and giving her a massage. It makes her fantasize about making you hers.

She takes the opportunity when you get injured and she offers to take care of you, which you accept because you like her and trust in her.

But she starts lying about your health, acting confused and worried when the medicines and physical therapy don't seem to work.

She’s so tender and sweet with you, wishing to make you fall in love with her.

You start to notice how she’s always touching you, whether it is a hand on your knee or your back, or a quick hug or her playing with your hair.

She seems needy and is always cuddling you, which was cute at first, but quickly became kind of awkward as she wants to be the only one allowed to hug you.

As you feel better, you try to leave the house, thanking her for her help. That breaks something inside her.

She rushes to your side and says that you’re not fully recovered yet, pressing your wound a little to prove her point.

As you still try to leave, she asks if that’s really what you want, making you feel insecure because you really like her.

She makes you think it’s your choice, saying that she doesn’t object to you leaving, but she’s worried you’re not fully well, and that she doesn’t take care of you if you’re away.

You stay for a few more days, in which she gets more and more clingy.

One day, she just can’t take anymore and you wake up when you feel her on top of you.

You gasp when you look into her eyes. She seems crazy.

“You can’t leave me Y/N” she begs “You made me fall in love with you, it’s only fair you love me too. Say it, tell me you love me.”

“Eve-”

“I can prove I’m worthy of your love. Let me prove it Y/N. Please. I’ll make love to you over and over again, and then you can tell me how much you love me”

Jennifer Barkley:

Jen was a force of nature for sure, and it made you feel attracted to her from the beginning.

You were sure everyone else who applied for the job thought so.

You were so grateful when she hired you to be her assistant.

Jen was the perfect boss. She was nice and sweet with you, always making sure you were feeling good in your job.

She’d often ask you to work in her office, just to be sure you were fine and help you if you had any question about the papers in your hands.

What you didn’t know was how quickly she started to be obsessed with you.

She starts to obsess over you as you seem to be so shy and nervous around her, loving to see you blushing. You were so cute.

She loves to tease you, smirking whenever she manages to make you mess up something out of nervousness.

She hates when someone else tries to talk with you, so she starts to give you more and more work, to make sure you’re by her side all the time.

She’d know everything about you and what you’re doing, practically stalking you.

She sabotages all your dates or pays your wooers and laughs whenever you’d seem to be upset because none of them are worth your time. None of them are her, after all.

She starts to lie and tells you about some rumors she heard, about people in the office wanting to sabotage you and some men wanting something more from you. She assures you she’ll protect you.

At each meeting, she subtly whispers to you and points to someone and tells you who they are and why they would want to sabotage you or lie about how she “caught” them looking at you in an inappropriate way.

She quickly becomes the only interaction you have while at work, and soon, she starts to do the same outside it, always inviting you to dinner and stuff, slowly and successfully making you start to have feelings for her.

After a few months of starting your relationship, though, you’d notice her behaviour.

You’d start to see how she really is, as she tries to literally keep you all for herself, almost not letting you out, unless you’re with her and she becomes more possessive with each day that passes.

You try to talk about it with her, but she dismisses it as you being paranoid, promising she’d never do anything to hurt you.

But after almost a year, you can’t take it anymore, so you try to leave her.

Jen would be so hurt and pissed.

She grabs your wrist and drags you back to her apartment, ignoring your protests.

She turns it against you, reminding you how you won’t find a better job nor someone better than her.

She tells you that no one else loves you, reminding you how all your friends and family “abandoned” you.

As you’d slowly hug her, falling for her trick, Jen would smirk and press a kiss in your head.

But she then says that she can’t let this “accident” go unpunished.

“This is how this works babe, you don’t get to leave me”

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