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💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. ���

Thank for this I've tagged 3 people I'm on trying to think of more

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Are you ok? We miss you!?

Hi I'm ok I'm sorry I haven't been active for a while writer's block has been kicking my butt

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Next story update?

As soon as I can I have alot going on at the moment with my part time job and my family

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Things are crap

My older cousin you guys know her as albertweskerrip2009 well she's meant to be off work for 10 days but the company she works for has taken two days off her because her colleagues have things going on at the same time as her. Her boss told her things wouldn't be as bad if she wasn't off like seriously she booked the time off to celebrate her birthday but the rest of the team is more important than her. Like seriously she's run ragged but do they care nope I feel terrible for her. Any support will hopefully be great

Thanks for reading I had to get this off my chest

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Wolf/Alex's body type

Just took a screen shot of a image I found which out of them would you guys say Alex/Wolf is in your thoughts. Forgot to add Alex/Wolf is 6'6" in height when I typed this out oops 😨

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hey doing a little hunger games thing with some writes that i follow wanted to know if you wanted to be in it?

Can do

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WARNING!!!!

People, please be careful. There are also people tracking children and people and putting bids on them based on their profile pictures on whatsapp, tracking and kidnapping them. Especially young children, so please be cautious, especially parents who have their children as their profile pictures.

Please pass this on to everyone so that they are aware of the danger. I don’t how it is all around the world but I know it can’t just be here so please please spread the word. Thank you.

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Will all the bots just get lost I'm gay for crying out loud why would I want random bots posing as women adding me I'm not interested one bit

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REBLOG if you have amazing, talented WRITER friends.

Because I certainly do, and I love every single one of them and their work.

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A early Christmas present for @chrisevansxmalereader since he takes time out of his day to write out requests for everyone.

Just wanted to say thanks for your hard work I hope you will enjoy this

Chris Evans x Male Reader

Male Reader and Chris are dating and male reader has a Tumblr account and writes fics about Chris who hasn't seen him for a while due to work.

M/N's POV 💙 I started my Tumblr blog in order to take my mind off of worrying about my other half Chris who is always away with work. He's a actor and actors have to move around for work, don't get me wrong he does call whenever he had time out of filming.

It's not the same as having him in the room with me, our dog Dodger helps in a way a furry companion to cuddle up with. So I'm not alone on a night but it's not the same as having Chris beside me especially now it's Christmas Eve.

No one's POV💚 While M/n was typing away on his laptop with music in the background the front door to the house opened. Dodger went to see what was going on and barked upon seeing who had opened the door. "Hey buddy, where's M/n?" Dodger looked at the door to M/n's office. "Thanks buddy."

Chris' POV♥️ Filming finished early so I can go home and see my other half who I haven't seen face to face in a few months due filming. I picked up a few things once I was back in Boston to surprise him.

No one's POV 💚

Chris headed to M/n's office the door was slightly ajar so he could slip inside the music muffled his footsteps until he reached M/n who was completely focused on his laptop. He smiled then wrapped his arms around M/n's chair, M/n turned around and put his laptop down. "Chris!" The pair hugged "Merry Christmas."

Merry Christmas and a happy New Year

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Hello please reblog this if you’re okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better

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My link to @albertweskerrip2009 and @chrisevansxmalereader didn't work for some reason sorry I think I have fixed the issue now

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The title was added while I was posting so ignore the comment regarding it being nameless I want to thank you chrisevansxmalereader for the title

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I would like to say a massive thank you to two different people first @chrisevansxmalereader for the huge amount of help he has given me while writing this it's my first posting one of my own stories second my cousin @albertweskerrip2009 for encouraging me to write in the first place

(Just a heads up I'm not sure if I'm using the correct 1940's terminology for a little bit I mean no disrespect for the words used I was trying to think how things would been then)

This is a work in progress I would like to add it doesn't have a title yet but it is Steve Rogers x Male OC depending on how it goes I might change it to Male Reader instead

Love is War

Chapter 1 Steve slowly opened his eyes and had to blink a couple of times (allowing his eyes time to adjust) there was a fan spinning lazily above him, plaster ceiling tiles. 'I'm alive but how the crash…'

While he was lost in his thoughts, his ears picked up the sounds of cars honking. A bus braking as well as a radio playing a baseball game broadcast.

"the crowds know with one swing o' his bat, this fella's capable of making it a brand new game again." "Just an gorgeous day here at Ebbet's Field." "The Philly's have managed to tie it up…" 'That game I'm sure I was there with Bucky. Bucky…the fall from the train claimed my best friend's life.'

"But the Dodgers has 3 men up…" Steve slowly sat up to assess his surroundings, he was in a hospital room the window was open and a light breeze coming through it. He couldn't help but turn his face towards the window.

Steve took a deep breath and hoped he would catch the scent of outside, however he caught the scent of absolutely nothing…

'How is that even possible?' "Reiser hits the third!" 'Hang on Reiser quit playing in 1942 in order to go to war like many young men. "Here comes the relay, but they won't get it!" Steve looked up as the door to the room opened and a woman dressed appeared however there were a few issues Steve noticed.

Her hairstyle wasn't from the 40's (design was all wrong very sloppy) her dress shirt unfortunately Steve could see her bra through it. Her tie was a man's tie in a full Windsor and not a half not to mention her dark red lip it was the wrong colour (only drag queens and prostitutes used that colour in the 1940's)

Steve glanced back at the radio, it was still playing the game he was sure he had gone to it on the 25th of May 4 years ago, 'Something is definitely up here.' Steve's attention was between the radio and the window that sent in a breeze which smelt like nothing. Before he looked at the woman. "Where am I?" He asked before she had a chance to speak. "In a recovery room in New York." The woman answered.

Steve was suspicious of her, given she had a perfect accent, it was vague enough to be from anywhere in the States. "Where am I, really?" Steve couldn't help but ask again, the woman smiled and laughed softly. "I'm afraid, I don't understand." was her response to Steve's question.

'Yeah, I'm done playing around.' Something was definitely up here. Steve couldn't help but send her a hard look. Although he appeared threatening he was freaking out inside, he was sure he would of died when he crashed the Valkyrie. "That game…" Steve pointed out…"is from May 1941 I know I was there." The woman's smile faded as he rose from the bed he was on and took three careful steps towards her.

He couldn't help but glare the whole time. Since it was clear to him he was missing something is very off here, but he couldn't put his finger on it. The woman took a step back clearly afraid and tried to smile at Steve again. His mind is drawn to his best friend and one time lover Bucky after his fall Steve had no loved ones left (his parents and Bucky gone)

Of course no-one knew they were an item since it was hell for them if they were found out. After Bucky fell Steve didn't dare show his face to Bucky's family. The guilt of it all plagued him as well as an uneasy feeling. Steve shook his head "I'm gonna ask you again," his voice was harsher than before a growl

"Where am I?" "Captain Rogers, please-" the woman pressed a button 'How come I didn't notice it before?' "Who are you?" Steve ordered as the door behind the woman burst and two-'Shit.' two men in full tactical gear like HYDRA agents forced themselves into the room. The woman had made a hasty escape.

While Steve wasted no time to attack. He wasn't going to be fooled, HYDRA had somehow got a hold of him he was sure the things he had noticed was off clearly someone was trying to fool him. The two men barrelled towards Steve and he jumped out of the way, planting a round house kick into one of them.

It sent him flying into the other one, both broke through the wall with the window and a hard steel pipe appeared to catch them. 'Well that explains why the room felt off the whole time, it was a set up.' Steve took the chance to leap through the hole the two men made.

Steve spared a quick glance for the New York skyline (projected onto him) That's it I'm off.' Steve took off running his mind went to How had HYDRA found him and why the fuck was he still alive-

'I should of drowned but…' He did his best to look for any exit doors, he couldn't help but knock into people and walls 'Oops.' he had left a few dents in the plaster in he wasn't sure how many places and just kept on running.

Steve's attention was drawn upwards as a clear voice spoke above him, from some sort of sounds system. "All SHIELD agents we have a code 13, repeat we have a code 13." 'What the hell is SHIELD? Code 13 huh…' He burst through doors and flew out into a crowded street.

Cars honked and the air stank of exhaust and sweat as well as million people but he kept running. Taking turns, ducking through alleys which started looking more and more familiar, until his run slowed to a walk in the middle of Times Square. What looked like Times Square, perhaps what was once it.

'Where the hell am I?' Steve stopped to spin on the spot as he looked up at the massive things affixed to buildings the brightly coloured images that moved, like pictures films but in colour. 'What the hell?' Several big black-were they cars? They didn't look like cars to Steve. They looked like fucking spaceships straight out the comics; they were surroundings him.

His anxiety went through the roof as men piled out of the 'cars' they were wearing the same tactical gear, the full face masks of HYDRA, they were slightly different, bulkier now, less leather and more fabric. Steve stared around at them all, how I'm the world was he supposed to fight his way out of this mess. When they have rifles and there are civilians everywhere?

He didn't have his shield. "At ease, soldier." Steve whipped around and came face to face with a man in a leather trench coat and a eye patch. Steve couldn't help but blink several times. The man was black…'Hang on HYDRA were Nazis, Nazis didn't work with black men. Who the fuck were these guys? This is…'

The black man with the eye patch strode over to Steve while he was contemplating what the hell was going on, with a determined gait and steady expression. 'What is he up to? I couldn't process what was going on, Fight or Flight mode is about over. I…I…I have been chased down by a rather racially inclusive version of HYDRA?'

"Look, I'm sorry about that little show back there…" The black man commented. Steve was confused at that comment, he was trying to figure what the black man with the eye patch talking about a little show. 'Huh?' "We tried to break it to you slowly…" Steve was really confused now…

The black man was just staring at Steve, he felt really self conscious all of a sudden chills ran down his spine. "Break what?" Steve snapped his voice was full of mixed emotions (unsure how his voice should be) "You've been asleep, Cap." The black man answered. Steve's breath was catching in his chest…"For almost seventy years." 'What? No…'

'That can't be true…My head was swimming now. This couldn't be real. It couldn't be…' And yet as Steve looked around once more at the towering buildings of Times Square with all of the dazzling lights, and all the people and cars surrounding him none of it look like he remembered. He had a sinking feeling. It could be true. It could…

But that would mean… Steve opened his mouth to ask, but but no sound came out. He was too stunned. "I'm Colonel Nick Fury," the black man said. "Director of SHIELD. You would've known us as the Strategic Scientific Reserve." 'The SSR?' Steve was wrong about them being HYDRA.

That being said, he was relieved to hear that they were there too. But he was still reeling from the news. "Where am I?" Steve finally asked. "46th and Broadway." Fury replied easily. He clearly had the air of someone who was used to giving orders, someone who has seen alot of shit go down in their lifetime and wasn't easily phased one bit.

"What about the war?" Steve asked. "Did we win?" He hoped Fury's response will be positive. "Hell yeah." Fury said, Steve noticed there was a note of pride in his voice. "Unconditional surrender. Taking down HYDRA was a big part of that. Look," Fury added."the world hasn't changed all that much, there's still a lot of work to be done. A soldier's work, the world could use a man like you, Cap." Fury offered his hand.

Steve wasn't sure who to trust right now but he decided to trust his gut and got along with Fury. 'I feel better knowing his name instead of identifying him as the black man with the eye patch.' Steve took Fury's hand, looking him in the eye as he shook his hand. "There's a place here for you." Fury promised.

~Time skip~ Once the agents had gotten Steve safely into a SUV to take him back to SHIELD HQ, Fury got out his phone and opened a secure channel. "This is Hill." Agent Hill's voice said in his ear. "Situation is contained for now." Fury told her, "I need you to pull Wolf in from his leave. Project Helping Hands needs him to be on standby ASAP." "Will do," Hill replied "How did he seem?" "Honestly." Fury walked back to his car.

"A little shell-shocked. That's to be expected. I don't want him being left alone too long, though. That's not gonna help a guy's mental health at all, especially when he finds out everyone he knew is either dead or in a nursing home." "Understood," Hill replied. "I'm contacting Wolf now."

Elsewhere in New York SHIELD agent codenamed Wolf was literally about to step out the door with his two dogs a blue and tan 2 year old German Shepherd female named Luna and her 12 week old black, white and tan Siberian Husky/German Shepherd cross male pup Bailey when the earpiece in his left ear clicked twice. (Even on leave he wears it as a precaution)

It was clear someone from SHIELD was requesting him to open a secure line, 'Seriously, I'm on leave for crying out loud.' he thought as he tapped his earpiece, accepting the impending call. "This better be important." He snapped.

"We need you in." Hill's voice stated, Wolf rolled his eyes 'Work of course.' "What for?" He grumbled. "We need you for Project Helping Hands." Hill replied. Wolf sighed "Things are moving quicker than expected?" He commented. "A unexpected development, how soon can you arrive?" Hill questioned.

Wolf had a look at his smart watch screen for the information Hill had doubt sent him, before he looked at his dogs "As soon as I can get a dogsitter." Luna and Bailey seen by Wolf's body language he wasn't happy. Just then there was a knock on the door, "I'll speak to you shortly, I have company." "Come and find me for a proper briefing when you arrive." Hill said, then she closed the channel.

Wolf opened the door to see his neighbour Caius (loosely based on Jaskier from the Witcher and other similar characters) a rather flamboyant college student who lived off campus. "Hi." "Hello."

This is how far I've gotten typed up let me know what you guys think the pictures used aren't mine I thought they would be handy for a visual effect so you know what they look like in a manner speaking

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The fashion femboy!!

Chris Evans x Femboy Male Reader

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@issacloveswwe requests: "Can you do a Chris Evans x femboy reader? Reader is a popular fashion icon and Chris has been wanting to meet the reader for a long time. They finally do and chris can't keep his hands off the reader (smut ensues)...yes top Chris and bottom male reader. daddy kink, breathplay, breeding kink (if that's not too much 🙈) Breathplay is kinda a fancy word for choking. It's really popular in BDSM relationships.

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It's always been harder for M/N to wind down from a big show than you might think. The hustle and bustle of one of these haute couture shows would drain anyone, eventually.

While the glitz and glam of the runway might seem sleek out there, backstage, a passerby might describe it as an all out shitshow: models, make-up artists, photographers, set designers - noise. M/N sat at his make-up desk, everyone had congratulated him, and yet another event was coming to a close. M/N was exhausted.

He's maybe shaken the hand of every greasy fashion producer in the world by now. So M/N was just about ready to scream when yet another eager fan tapped on his shoulder. M/N rolled his eyes as he turned, but he came face-to-face with the waistband of a man towering over him.

M/N looked up and was greeted by an excited smiley face. "I'm Chris" Explained the burly man, holding out a hand. M/N's expression changed, and taking it warmly, he smiled. M/N knew exactly who Chris was he was fucking captain America for fucks sake, everyone knew him. M/N was surprised by how tiny his hand felt in Chris's and how much heavier the other man's hand was. M/N hadn't even introduced himself when Chris leaned down to his ear and said, "it's a little stuffy in here. You look like you need some air."

Sitting together outside the stage door, the quiet was deafening. M/N shivered in the cool winter breeze. The two sat there for a moment, their legs dangling over the side of a loading dock.

M/N broke the silence, "you come to many shows?" Chris turned and smiled warmly, "Something of a casual admirer," he explained. M/N blushed, "So, are we out here in the cold for an autograph, Mr Evans?" Chris chuckled. "No, you just looked like you needed a breather." Chris casually through his arm around M/N's shoulder. "But if you're cold, just stay here for a bit." The larger man practically enveloped M/N. And Chris was right.

He exuded a warmth that M/N struggled not to snuggle up to. M/N listened to Chris's heartbeat and watched the man's chest rise and fall.

M/N thought about his next move carefully. He hesitated. Shuffling over, he got up and sat between Chris's legs. "Just warmer this way," M/N reasoned. Chris tensed but didn't mention to say anything.

Wordlessly, Chris leaned in and hugged M/N from behind, once again cocooned the small man in a shield of warmth. It was nice here.

M/N sighed deeply, deflating, but he happened to accidentally brush against something, an area that was stiff and even warmer.

Before thinking, M/N reached back and grabbed it, unassuming. M/N realised too late that he had cupped Chris's clothed crotch in his hand, and his palm lingered there for much longer than it should have. M/N counted the seconds that his hand rested there, knowing that Chris could feel it too. Chris leaned in slowly, "You know," he paused, thinking, "Might be warmer to keep your hands in there." Thoughtlessly, M/N unzipped the man's tight jeans, and he slid a confident hand in.

M/N's hand rested along the outside of the soft fabric of Chris' underwear, and he felt the blood-induced warmness press against it.

M/N slipped his hand under the final layer of cloth and brought it to rest along the shaft. M/N felt the folds of skin brush against rough patches of neatly trimmed hair. The member grew even harder as he held it. Chris breathed in deeply, completely and utterly satisfied. "Hop up for a sec," he asked.

Chris Effortlessly lifted the boy and helped him to the ground. Hungrily Chris pulled out his now erect cock, and presented it. He shook it teasingly and shyly looked up at M/N for approval. "Wanna have a taste?" He asked jokingly. M/N carefully reached out a nervous hand, and he wrapped his hand around the base of the shaft. Giving a light squeeze, M/N felt it grow even more firm. M/N started slowly moving it in his hand, watching it reverently. Chris smiled, admiring the way it felt in M/N's hand. He watched the head throb as M/N stoked. "Give him a kiss," Chris instructed. M/N leaned in shakily and licked across the slit, clear precum sticking to the tip of his tongue. Obediently, M/N took the head in his mouth and swirled his tongue around the head, tasting the sweat mixed with flesh. Chris tasted like he smelled- ambrosia, woody, musky.

Chris's big rugby-like built arms pressed down on M/N's head, trapping him there. "You're doing so well", he admired. Chris took control, bobbing M/N up and down on his cock.

M/N moaned breathlessly, and Chris held him there for a moment. The skinny man tried to come up but was unable to push back against his strength.

Chris thrust his hips off the ledge and face fucked M/N three times before releasing the man.

M/N came off the dick panting and slobbery, his mouth dripping in precum and spit, drool trailing down his chin. Chris leaned over affectionately, "You looked so pretty around my cock." M/N chuckled breathlessly and kissed the tip in adoration.

Chris admired M/N as he lapped drool from the shaft. "You’ve lubed it up.” Chris commented with a giggle, it’d be a shame not to take a seat." M/N stood, blushing, impatient.

Raising himself back onto the ledge, M/N dropped his shorts slightly. M/N carefully leaned over Chris and began lowering himself down. As the tip pressed against M/N's hole, he winced.

"Quietly, we don't wanna get caught", warned Chris kindly, and M/N complied, covering his mouth. M/N felt the ridge of the head breach him, now fully inside. Chris hummed his approval.

M/N gently bobbed there for a moment before lowering himself deeper. M/N felt Chris's cock throb and pulse inside him.

M/N couldn't hold it in, and he moaned again loudly, earning a sharp reaction from Chris, who started thrusting aggressively. Chris layed a sturdy hand on the M/N's mouth, encompassing it in his palm. M/N struggled to breathe against it, taking in sharp, quick gasps that reeked of the man's musk.

Chris brought M/N in close for an embrace as his thrusts deepened and quickened. M/N writhed around Chris's cock, whining and snivelling heatedly into the man's hand. M/N struggled to push it deeper. He wanted more of it.

M/N felt Chris's cock twitch inside him and beat as it discharged in him a final time. M/N whined against Chris's hand, and he felt the cum swell inside him. Chris thrust consecutively until it plopped out, dripping in cum and fluids.

They both panted, exhausted. "I should come to these shows more often," Chris teased, exhausted.

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Sorry it took awhile to write....

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