#cevans fanfic

[harryistheonlyoneforme]

in relation to this post, could we get some super nasty breeding kink sex when he comes home from a mission? i imagine him just feral and needing you so bad all rough and the nastiest words coming from him

Conception*

a/n: there’s no link or anything but I’m assuming you’re talking about the steve edit i posted LOLLLL

summary: Steve comes home from a high risk mission and decides he doesn’t want to wait any longer

warnings: smut, lil bit of angst, breeding kink, rough sex, dirty talk, creampie ofc, needy Steve, aftercare

word count: 2.6k

~

YN hums softly along to Video Games by Lana Del Ray, a look of concentration adorning her face as she puts the finishing touches on the dinner she’s prepared. She’s expecting Steve home sometime tomorrow morning so she fills a tupperware container full of half the delicious meal she made.

Her stomach grumbles in hunger as soon as she gets a whiff of the potatoes, steamed vegetables, and steak bites, her mouth practically watering in anticipation. Once she’s plated the other half for herself, she makes her way to the couch and sits down to enjoy.

A small smile forms on her face and she does a little happy dance as she quickly turns on her favorite show and digs in. She manages to finish almost the whole plate and sits it on the coffee table in front of her, pulling her legs up onto the couch to relax as she finishes up another episode.

When it’s over she finally forces herself up off the couch and to the kitchen to clean up the dishes she’s messed up, turning on some more music to keep her focused. Just as she’s finishing up, she hears the sound of her front door being opened and ultimately slammed shut. She apprehensively makes her way to the entrance of the kitchen and peeks her head out, relieved to see Steve standing in the living room, still in his uniform.

“You scared the shit out of me,” she chuckles, stepping into the room with him. Only then does she realize he’s literally panting as if he’d ran here from his mission, and she frowns as she begins to ask him what’s wrong.

Before she can even blink he’s got her pinned against their living room wall, his lips on hers. It takes her a moment but then she’s kissing him back with the same amount of aggression he gave her, and then he’s lifting her up until their hips are touching, immediately grinding against her.

The material of his suit is causing great friction, the fact that she’s wearing nothing but a pair of flimsy panties helping as well. They’re moaning into each other’s mouths, as they grind against one another, desperate to get off as quickly as possible.

They’re both lost in the bliss of their bodies on one another until Steve pulls away abruptly. “No,” he shakes his head. “Can’t take you right here, it’s not right. Have to go to the bed,” he says, but it’s more to himself than her, and she’s obliging and turning to leave. Until he grabs her arm and pulls her back to him, hoisting her up to his waist and pressing his lips to hers again. His hands move down to grip her ass cheeks as he begins the trek to their room, and he somehow manages to successfully tear the panties off of her with one hand, letting them fall to the floor as he walks.

As they finally make their way into the neat bedroom, he tosses YN onto the bed and she sees the literally feral look in his eyes, not concerned but curious as to what’s got him this way. Before she can ask him, he’s on her again, his hand reaching forward to palm her breasts, but she needs to make sure his head is in the right place before they move forward.

He’s a bit shocked when she rejects him, making him snap out of whatever daze he’d been in. “Steve. What’s going on with you?” she questions, a look of confusion on her face as she tries to think of what’s made him this way.

He looks at her for a beat as he reads her face, trying to figure out what the best way is to say this. A quick battle in his mind leads to him just coming right out and saying it. “I wanna have a baby,” he blurts, and YN’s eyes widen a fraction before going back to normal. For a moment it’s just silence, and he’s worried he’s done something wrong.

“Are you…sure about this?” she questions, choosing her words wisely. “I thought you weren’t ready,” she finishes. Her eyes wander over his face as she makes sure there’s nothing off with his demeanour, and sure enough, it’s the Steve she knows. But that doesn’t quell her confusion.

Steve is slightly offended by her question, his mood shifting just a bit. “What do you mean am I sure? Why else would I say this?” he scoffs, moving off of her to sit next to her. She sits up when he does, now a bit upset at his tone.

“Steve, just last month you told me you weren’t ready. You can’t be mad at me for wanting to be sure,” she reasons. Steve is confused for a moment until it all clicks.

~

One month earlier

YN and Steve both finally have a free day, deciding to spend it together. Instead of staying home, though, they opt for a day out on the town, hitting some shops and even stopping at a nearby bakery. In quiet bakery, they sit and indulge in their pastries and coffee as they make conversation about anything under the sun, until the sound of small cries catch their attention.

They both whip their heads over to the source and see a little baby boy no more than a few months old crying, and after a few moments of investigation they realize he’s dropped his binky out of the stroller. YN hops up and grabs it for the overwhelmed mother, tapping her on the shoulder as she’d been trying to console her son.

The woman is a little startled by YN’s presence but her eyes soften as she realizes what she’s holding, thanking YN for returning the binky back to her. “No problem, I couldn’t just leave it down there while you tried to find it or figure out where it was,” she explains, smiling softly. From there, the woman and YN go into a small conversation about her son, and YN’s heart just melts at how fondly the mother, whose name she found out was Harper, spoke of her son Jacob.

The two finish up their conversation with an exchange of numbers, and YN heads back to Steve with a pep in her step, sitting down with a smile. Almost immediately she goes into how cute Jacob was and everything she and the mother had talked about. In the midst of her rambling, she hadn’t noticed Steve had gotten quiet until now.

“I can’t wait to be a mom someday! Can you imagine a little me or a little you running around one day?” she asked, still smiling brightly. The smile was quickly wiped from her face when Steve didn’t answer her, but stood up and announced he was ready to go home. Her frown deepens at that, and she quietly gathers her things and they start the trek home, walking in silence beside one another as YN keeps herself from breaking down on the middle of the sidewalk.

They arrive home after what felt like an eternity to her, and she speeds to the bathroom and closes the door behind her, turning on the shower before letting herself begin to cry. She thought she’d been discreet with her sobs, but not long after she hears the bathroom door open and she silences herself. Through the foggy glass of the shower she can see Steve begin to strip down before he’s climbing in with her. Her back is to him but he already knows what’s happening so he turns her to him and pulls her into his chest.

The sobs start up again immediately, now with no restraint as she doesn’t need to hide from him anymore. He’s soothing her silently, rubbing his hand up and down her back and hasn’t stopped scolding himself for the way he reacted. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers once her cries quiet to small sniffles.

She shakes her head against him and he frowns, leaning back to get a good look at her face as she begins to speak. “No, I’m sorry,” she starts, and he’s about to say something but she stops him. “I jumped the gun, I shouldn’t have put so much pressure on you so early. I know we’ve only been married for two months and-,” she’s cut off by the feeling of his lips on hers, silencing her rambling.

“Baby,” he whispers, even more guilty now that she feels it’s her fault. “Stop that right now. This is not your fault, it’s mine. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did,” he firmly tells her, making sure she doesn’t believe she’s at fault. “You did nothing wrong. It’s just…I think I need a little bit more time. My life is so crazy and I want to be invested fully,” he explains.

“I should have expressed that, and I want you to know that as soon as I am ready you will be the first to know,” he finishes.

“I know and I’m sorry. We definitely need more time with just us,” she responds, her worries not completely leaving but staying in the back of her mind for the time being.

~

Now

“The mission I was just on…we were outnumbered,” he starts, taking her hands in his. “We almost died. And all I could think about as we were fighting as you. How you were here waiting for me to come home. I thought about coming home to you and our kids, the way I know you’d love them the way you love me, and I don’t want to die without getting to experience that with you,” he explains, and she’s listening intently as she takes in his words

“It’s just… I don’t want you to regret this later. I’d rather not be pregnant or a mother alone or have you resent me because I rushed you into this,” she explains to him, expressing her worries.

He was a little hurt by her words but he understands where she’s coming from, frowning as he sees the tears falling from her eyes. Reaching up he thumbs them away before speaking again. “I know, baby. And I’m so sorry I made you feel that way. I would never,” he starts, pausing to think over his next words.

“I’ve taken a break from saving the world for a bit. They’ve got it under control,” he smiles, pulling her in again as she cries harder at his revelation. “All I could think about while I was in there was us and our family, how happy we could be together. There’s nothing I want more,” he finishes, his little speech making her heart melt.

She scans his face for any sign of regret and when she finds none, she’s all in. He can see her eyes change almost immediately, and she’s taking her shirt off before throwing it somewhere in the room. “Well if you’re ready, why don’t we get to it?” she questions, and there’s no hesitation. He’s up and stripping so fast she has no time to comprehend it. The moment he’s naked he finally looks up at her to see her with her legs spread, a hand in between them.

Thinking back on that day now, he can’t believe he even thought like that. All he can imagine now is the fact that he’s about to get his own personal slice of heaven, manhandling YN until she’s on her hands and knees in front of him. To provide himself with even more access to his favourite place he just reaches forward and pushes on her back until her face is buried in the duvet.

Seeing her all dripping and clenching around nothing sends the last bit of his restraint practically bleeding from his body as he takes his cock in his hand and strokes it a few times. YN wants to look back and see what he’s doing but she knows better, staying where he’s placed her.

“Can’t believe this is all for me,” he chokes, rubbing his thumb over the leaking, throbbing tip of himself. It’s only a few more seconds of his filthy moans and grumbling under his breath about how beautiful she looks before she’s inhaling sharply at the feeling of him parting her lips with his thumb and spitting filthily right where she needs him, her weepy hole clenching around nothing in anticipation.

“Please,” she begs, and Steve, never being one to deny her when she looks and sounds so pretty for him, obliges almost instantly. Not even a seconds later he’s gently gripping the base of his aching cock and parts her lips with the head, running it through to lubricate himself before he’s got the tip nudged at her entrance.

The sound it makes when he finally sinks himself into her is nothing short of obscene, a wet squelching sound accompanying the both of their moans of relief. He can barely contain himself when he immediately begins to thrust in and out of her, his body seemingly moving on its own to take what they both need.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to see you pregnant,” he grunts, his thrusts getting harder as his thoughts get dirtier. “Gonna keep you so full of my cum at all times to make sure it sticks. God, I can imagine it now. How beautiful you’ll look round and full of our kids,” he continues, and the way he used it in plural form doesn’t get lost on YN, her loud moans of pleasure being muffled slightly by the sheets.

Steve, always being one to want to hear what he’s doing to her, reaches forward and grabs a fistful of her hair and pulls her up until he can hear her loud and clear. He can feel her legs start to shake and give out beneath her but he’s holding all of her weight up, fucking her as if his life depends on it, and to him it does. “You like the sound of that?” he asks, not slowing his punishing pace.

She can barely nod with the grip he has on her hair but she manages to, choking out a plea for him to do exactly that. “You wanna be so full of my cum at all times that you’re leaking down your legs, exhausted from how many times I work you on my cock?” he grits out through clenched teeth, trying to stave off his impending orgasm in an attempt to wait for hers.

No more words can leave her lips, just cries and sobs of pleasure as he’s drills so deep inside of her she can barely breathe. I mean he has to be puncturing her lungs at this point. Her orgasm is coming and it’s coming fast, but of course she can’t warn Steve, speechless. He knows her inside and out, though, and doesn’t need a warning to know what’s coming. (double pun is crazy)

“I know, don’t have to tell me. I can feel how tight you’re squeezing my cock. Go on, soak me, show me how much you want to be full of me and I’ll do just that,” he demands, and YN, always the obedient one, cums instantaneously. Her orgasm makes his hips stutter immediately as she locks down on him so tight, her body so tense that he can’t move. He lets go of her hair in a split decision, and he’s glad he did. He uses that same hand to reach around and rub at her clit quickly, making her tense up even tighter before relaxing entirely as she squirts all over the bed sheets below them, Steve praising her throughout the entire time.

Her orgasm sends him flying over the edge with a loud swear, his hips flush against hers as he floods her with his warm cum. It seems like it lasts for forever, his balls seeming to get fuller the more he cums. When he’s finally drained of all he has he stays buried inside of her for warmth for a while before he’s pulling out slowly and just sitting there and watching his cum start to drip from her.

He helps her fully lie down on her stomach before he’s getting off the bed, shushing her whines of protest. “Just gonna get you cleaned up, gonna be right back,” he coos, running a hand on her back to ground her a bit more so he can leave. She gives him a weak nod and then he’s hurrying out of the room to get a wet washcloth for her.

The process of cleaning her up is a bit rough with how sensitive she is but he makes it work, cleaning her up quickly and throughly before cleaning himself. He then helps her to the bathroom to pee, her body very weak but he knows she needs to do so.

When she’s all done they end up going into the guest room and sleeping there instead of sleeping on their soaked bed, Steve making a mental note to clean up first thing in the morning, he’s way too exhausted right now. When in the room, he helps her get all comfortable and tucked in before turning off the light and climbing in as well, pulling her into his embrace. The both of them start to doze immediately, and within a few minutes they’re both out, soft snores filling the room.

~

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You're Mine

pairing: dark!alpha lloyd hansen x omega!fem!reader

summary: months after leaving Court’s pack, Lloyd decides to take what’s his.

word count: 4k+

warnings: non-con(aka rape) but also dub-con. dirty talk, p in v sex, blood kink if you squint. abo dynamics/werewolf au. kidnapping. lloyd is an asshole in the beginning. forced intimacy. let me know if I missed any warnings. if you’re uncomfortable with any of these themes, scroll past this. you are in charge of your own media consumption. Minors do not interact!!! 🔞

A/N: This is a repost from my other blog since it got deleted. If you enjoyed this, please reblog/ give feedback!

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He’d been watching Y/N for a while now, unbeknownst to her. Always a few feet away or hiding in the shadows at night. Lloyd has perfected the art of stealth, due to years of experience with working with the CIA. Also, there’s the fact that he’s the Alpha of his pack. He won’t let her see him until he’s ready. And he can’t quite put his finger on it , but there’s just something about her that reels him in. 

Recently, he’s found it hard to control himself around Y/N. He blames it on those sundresses she always likes to wear, now that the summer heat has rolled around the corner. The way they hug her curves, the way those spaghetti straps fall off her shoulders, and the way her curls cascade down her back.

He’s lost track of how many times he’s stayed up, thinking about her, fucking his own fist to the lewd images of her invading his mind, imagining her plump lips wrapped around him. Lloyd dreams of taking her away from that obnoxious boyfriend of hers and one day making Y/N his.

And don’t get him started on her scent. It’s intoxicating. And she’s not even in heat yet. A mix of vanilla, honey and lavender. He can’t get her out of his mind. He’s got to have her—and he will but he’s got to pick the perfect moment. 

One night, he follows Y/N on her regular run to the grocery store. She was gathering a few essentials. Her heat was due in a few days and she wanted to be prepared. It’s late. Eleven o’ clock, to be precise. She makes the mistake of dropping her bags in the middle of the alleyway and that’s when he decides to pounce. Y/N jerks up as soon as she feels herself being shoved back against the brick building, followed by the cloth that covers her face.

 Y/N begins to fight back. Her arm comes up to knock his hand out of the way but she freezes the moment she feels his hand wrap around the base of her neck, eyes going wide. 

Refusing to give up, she reluctantly raises her knee to his groin but he blocks it with his thigh. 

“Tsk, tsk”, is the last thing she hears before she feels her whole body go heavy and all her surroundings go black. He’s got her.

—

Lloyd watches in the corner as she stirs, shielded by the darkness. God, she was gorgeous. But more importantly, she was his.

Cold air prickles her bare shoulders, her eyes flutter open, feeling heavy lidded and swollen. She moves to rub both of her arms, but strong leather prevents her. Y/N blinks a few times before her vision clears, a long black strap fastened against her forearms. She begins to squirm and fidget, making the hard bed frame beneath her squeak. 

Everything is a bit of a blur, images all jumbled together like mismatched pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. She remembers leaving the grocery store, and walking down the dark alley and then— nothing.  

“Help!” She croaks out. 

“Hello, Sunshine,” Lloyd’s deep voice alone almost makes her jump out of her skin. She freezes, watching as he steps out of the shadows before her. If she didn’t know better she could have sworn her heart stopped. “Where am I?”

“You’re home.”

Home? What the fuck was he talking about? Brows furrow as she processes his answer. Y/N squirms against the restraints. “Where’s Court? Lloyd, this isn’t funny.” She’s hoping this is some sort of sick joke. That any minute he’ll confess that all of this isn’t real but Y/N’s smarter than that.  

For as long as she’s known him, Lloyd’s always had a short temper. There’s been many times she thought he was going to rip Court’s throat out. And at the time she couldn’t quite understand how he could be so sweet to her and absolutely feral the next.

His jaw clenched and Lloyd fights the urge to ball his fists. How dare she bring up his name right now. 

“He’s not here.”

“Where is he?” she demands, eyes narrowing and desperately trying to squeeze one hand free but to no avail. She was too weak right now.

Lloyd strides over. Placing a hand to her forehead,  he brushes a few strands of hair out of her face. Y/N pauses at the sudden touch.

“That’s not important. Now, if I take these off, are you gonna be good?” 

Y/N nods and watches him as he slowly unbuckles the strap. She sits up carefully, taking in her surroundings. The basement is cold and damp, lined with brick walls and cement floors. A small ceiling lamp was the only thing that illuminated the space she was in, the rest filled with darkness. 

There was no sign of any exit. Not one she could see, at least. The only window in sight was the small one above her bed, covered with steel iron bars. 

“How long have I been here?” She mumbles, looking back up at him through dark lashes.

“A few days.” Lloyd followed her roaming eyes. 

“You’re not getting out of here without my help.”

“Lloyd, please, let me go. I need— I need to be with Court.” Y/N begged, voice cracking. She hated how desperate she sounded. Y/N tried to put on a brave face, but panic was setting in. She watched as his eyes softened. And for a minute she thought she saw empathy in them.

She was wrong. 

“Shh. Listen, Sunshine. You’re not going anywhere,” leaning down, his lips only a few inches from hers, “You’re mine.” Strong fingers trace the line of her jaw, “Besides, a man like Gentry isn’t gonna be there for you like I can. Nor could he give you what you want. 

“And you think you can?”

“Oh, I know I can, sweetheart.” 

Y/N pushes him back and stands up abruptly. “This is ridiculous.” She steps forward, legs wobbly at first. And for a minute she thinks Lloyd will let her get away. But the moment she walks past him, his arms slink around her waist, pulling her into him, back against his firm chest, his other hand wrapped around her neck. 

“No, what’s ridiculous is how fucking loyal you are to that asshole. Pumpkin, we’re not gonna play this game.” He whispered, nuzzling his nose in the crook of her neck.

“Don’t you know how long I’ve waited for this? How many times I stood there and watched him kiss you, touching you?” Strong hands traveled upward, cupping both of her breasts. He gently squeezed them, warm breath tickling her neck. 

Y/N gasps at the sudden touch, honeyed heat pooling in her lower stomach. She hated how much power he yielded over her, how he made her feel.

“God, I want you... But that’ll have to wait.” He grips her hips, turning her to face him. “Tell me, how many days until your heat is due?”

“T-tomorrow.” 

“We need to prepare then. Come.”

To be honest, everything in her is telling her no, to run. But she doesn’t have much choice. Y/N couldn’t remember the last two days and Lloyd, despite her lack of trust in him, was the only one offering her any support when it came to dealing with her heat. 

He guided her out of the moldy basement and when they reached his bedroom, he ordered his men to bring in the necessities she’d need to nest. He’d laid out a gown, along with a pair of towels for her to bathe. Y/N felt guilty how the hairs on the back of her neck stood, the butterflies swimming in her stomach. 

For as long as she’d known Lloyd, one thing was for sure. He wasn’t a nice man and he always had something up his sleeve.

When Y/N stepped into the shower, her shoulders dropped, relaxed by the feeling of warm water cascading down her back. She hadn’t really noticed how much tension that had been built up the past few days.

She tilts her head back, rubbing the soap over her collar bone, eyes fluttering shut. And for a moment, she forgets where she’s at and who’s awaiting her outside the bathroom.  God, how did she get here? Y/N mentally curses herself, remembering her boyfriend’s warning. 

How he advised her not to go out when it was so late, how she gave him a reassuring smile, kissed his cheek and said, “I’ll be fine.” And oh, how wrong she was. 

When Y/N’s finished, she steps out of the shower and grabs a towel, wrapping it around herself. She takes a deep breath, before turning the knob and opening the door and she’s not surprised when she spots Lloyd laying down on the bed before her, hands intertwined and resting behind the back of his neck. 

A devilish smirk is etched onto his features as he glances at her. He likes her like this; nervous, fidgeting and nowhere to go. Nothing, nobody can stop him from taking what’s his now.

“Lloyd, where are my clothes?”

“Right here,” he nods to the end of the bed. He rises from the bed, stalking towards her. “But, before you do. I have one small favor to ask.”

“Lloyd, please, no more games.” Y/N gripped her towel tighter around her,  she starts to walk around him but he stepped to the side, blocking her path.

“This isn’t a game, pumpkin. When are you going to get that through that beautiful head of yours?” He wraps an arm around her. “Now, give me a kiss and I’ll let you get dressed.”

“N-no. I’m not kissing you.” she stutters, her hands coming up to push against his chest, but she stops herself when his eyes turn icy with anger.

“Am I gonna have to teach you a lesson?” He leans in, nose pressed against her scent gland. “If you don’t behave, I’ll have to shove my cock between those pretty little lips of yours.” 

“But you’d probably like that, wouldn’t you?” He taunts, fingers trailing over her bottom lip. “I can smell your arousal even now. Bet if I ripped this towel off of ya’, you’d be soaking wet. Would you like that?”

Y/N gulps, heart racing. She can feel the heat rise from her neck, goosebumps spreading down her damp shoulders. She was loyal to Court but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t attracted to Lloyd. 

Maybe it was his casual stance, paired perfectly with that cocky smirk that drew her in. Or those striped polo shirts and the way they always fit tightly against his broad chest. 

Or maybe it’s the fact that deep down, she‘s attracted to this darker side of him. The way he would deny authority, his impulsivity. Once Lloyd transformed into an Alpha, everything had shifted. Something more feral had awakened in him. 

She remembers how he’d manhandle the other females, and that one night she walked in on him, fucking another omega, secretly wishing it had been her. Y/N remembers it like it was yesterday— he’d had the other girl pinned, back against the wall, legs wrapped around him. Lloyd’s strong arms holding her thighs, as he pounded into her. The image still makes her heart race. 

Y/N watches him pull away and grips her wrist, pulling her over to the king sized bed and pushing her down. 

“Lloyd, I’m not kissing you.” she seethes, glaring up at him. “You will,” Lloyd ignores her, pushing her back against the bed, “if you want to get dressed.”

He leans down, arms placed on both sides of her. “Or I could just rip this towel off of you right now, take away these clothes and just have my way with you?”

Y/N glares up at him, fists clenched and pushing against his chest but it’s useless.  When it comes to him, she’s powerless. “Lloyd. Don’t do this. I love Court—“ 

His lips form into a wicked grin, eyes scanning hers. Y/N feels her breath hitch in her throat, stomach churning. “You really shouldn’t have said that.” he growled, grabbing both of her wrists and pinning them above her head. “Gentry is gone. He’s not your Alpha anymore. I am.”

“L-lloyd,” He interrupts with his lips touching her collarbone, then her neck. “That’s better.” He hums against her skin before he reaches the corner of her mouth. Finally, his lips find hers, needy and hungry. This. It’s better than anything his mind could conjure up. 

And this definitely makes up for those lonely nights he spent dreaming of her. Y/N lets out a small whimper and Lloyd can feel the bulge in his pants growing. She once again, squirms underneath him, making her towel slide a few inches. When his lips leave hers, she’s breathless, mind spinning, eyes gazing down at his mouth. 

Lloyd’s lips curl into a small grin. “Hmm. Seems like Gentry wasn’t much of a good kisser.” He taunts. When he pulls away she can’t help but sense this feeling of disappointment. Her cheeks heat up again as she sits up from bed. 

Y/N grips her towel a bit too quickly because when she looks up again, he’s standing in front of her, grin widening. “Aw, cupcake, don’t play coy now.”

Y/N stood up from the bed, hands resting on her hips. “I don’t suppose you’re going to give me the courtesy of leaving while I change?”

“Leave the room?” He raises a brow, pulling out an unlit cigarette out of his pocket, “’M afraid not, pumpkin.”

“Then can you please turn around?” 

“Why?” He quirks up an eyebrow, grin never faltering. “Don’t tell me Court’s never seen you naked?”

“I-I —well…” Y/N trips over her words before she regains her composure. “Lloyd, please?”

“Fine. Just this once.” With a huff, he finally turns around. After a few seconds, she drops her towel and slips on the red silk gown. Her eyes wander over to him after she’s clothed, and she’s surprised to find out his back is still facing her. 

“Okay,” Y/N finally says, arms crossed against her chest. 

When he turns, his gaze wanders from her hair, stopping all the way down to her knees where the dress stops. The gown hugs her curves. Lloyd tilts his head, eyes still scanning her body. It’s a shame she’s covering her chest. She’s absolutely gorgeous. Lloyd’s had many girlfriends in the past but none of them compare to Y/N.

He hasn’t been staring long but it’s starting to bother her. She tucks a few strands of hair behind her ear before fiddling with her fingers. “Well? Is this up to your satisfaction?” she asks, gesturing to her outfit. 

“Sweetheart, you have no idea.” 

—

After dinner, Lloyd had dragged her out onto the balcony to watch the sunset. He’d been careful not to let her get too far away from him. He wasn’t an idiot. Just because he’d wined and dined her didn’t mean she was now content with her new surroundings. It would take some time.

But then she flashed those doe eyes at him, those plump lips, pressed her chest against his. “Lloyd, you went through all this trouble for me.” She finally breathes out, delicate hands traveling up his chest and slinking around his neck. “When all you had to do was ask,” Y/N whispers, both hands now cupping his face. 

He furrows his brows, he can’t believe the words he’s hearing. He opens his mouth to respond but she shakes her head. The next thing he knows, she’s leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. His grip tightens around her waist, hands traveling lower and lower. Y/N tries her best to force out a moan. She’s raising her knee swiftly and when it comes in contact with his crotch, she’s pushing him away. 

Y/N doesn’t wait. This is her chance. Turning around, she runs down the stairs, the stone steps are rough and warm under her feet. Once she reaches the grass, she breaks off into a sprint, arms at her sides, as she hears muffled screams echoing her name.

—

She’s running, running as fast as her feet will carry her. It’s dark and cold, the only thing illuminating her path is the moonlight above her. Y/N can feel the slight chill creeping into her bones, the harsh leaves from the bushes scratching her skin, as she sprints through the woods. But she can’t stop.

Her eyes scan the woods for an escape. Anything. An old shed, a bush. She knows he’s not far behind her. She’s still holding out hope that she’ll allude him. She’s got to escape, she can’t go back. Y/N knows what fate has in store for her. A man she doesn’t love, doesn’t want. Lloyd’s been waiting, aching to claim her once and for all. 

He can feel the anger swelling up inside him, coursing through his veins and fueling his strength. His hands slowly clenched into fists. Ungrateful little bitch, he thinks. He should have known. Should have known this was all an act, just so she could escape. And on the night before her heat, no less. What was she thinking…Lloyd’s mentally scolding himself. He saw the way she was looking for an exit earlier this morning. He should have never let his guard down.

Lloyd pushes his thoughts away. He can’t dwell on the past. He needs to focus on rectifying this mistake. He’s waited too long to let her slip through his fingers. He’s sprinting by now, he raises his chin, letting that familiar scent invade his nostrils. She’s close. He can feel it.

Y/N can hear the crickets, the leaves crunching beneath her bare feet. It’s only been a few minutes but it feels as if she’s been running for hours. Her heart’s beating faster, but she can’t tell if that’s the fear creeping in or the energy slowly being drained from her body. She can feel her muscles beginning to ache. 

She’s close to the edge of the forest. She can hear the sound of cars speeding by, honking, the glow of the headlights through the crack in the trees. She’s almost there when her leg gives way on a fallen branch. There’s a crunch, followed by her feet tripping over themselves. 

Before she can catch her breath, she hears footsteps behind her. With a fist full of her hair, she falls backwards on the ground. “There you are,” he purrs, his lips pressed against the corner of her mouth. “Did you actually think you were going to escape me?” When Y/N doesn’t answer, his grip tightens around her scalp, making her wince and let out a small whimper that makes his dick twitch.

When he releases his grip from her, he bends down and picks her up, carrying her over his shoulder. “Lloyd, let me go!” she screams, fists pounding repeatedly on his back. But he doesn’t budge. The only response she’s left with is him chuckling darkly, as he makes his way back to the house.

When the two of them reach the top of the stairs, he’s grabbing her wrist, tightly. Slamming open the bedroom door, he pushes Y/N forward, making her stumble over her feet. 

He’s striding over towards her, eyes darkening with lust, lips pressed into a thin line. Y/N doesn’t have to read his mind to know he’s angry, furious even. 

Lloyd closes the gap between them with one last step. And the moment he sees her head dip down in fear, his hand grips her chin. “What? Not so talkative now, are we?”

“L-Lloyd, I’m sorry. I promise. I won’t do it again. P-please?”

“Oh, sweetheart. I’m gonna make sure you never leave again. Now be a good girl and lay down.” Without another word he releases her from his grip. Y/N stumbles back on to the bed, eyes darting from his dark ones as his hands slide down to the buckle on his jeans. 

With one swift movement, he unzips his jeans, pulling them down along with his boxers, letting his cock spring up. Y/N looks away, eyes burning as tears fill up the corners of her eyes. “Lloyd, please, you don’t have to do this,” she pleads, voice cracking.

”You’ve given me no choice, Y/N. You know, I was going to be nice. Let you nest for tomorrow, prepare for your heat. Then I was going to break that bonding gland, be gentle with you so it wouldn’t hurt.” Lloyd pushes her back on the bed, pushing up the hem of her red gown, the one he’d given her a few hours ago. “But that’s all changed.”

He’s sliding her panties to the side now, guiding his thick tip at her entrance. “Aw, look at that, already so wet for me.” He leans down, hand at her throat again. “That little stunt of yours, you liked me chasing you. It turns you on, doesn’t it? You like getting chased.”

Y/N lets out a small whimper, fingers clawing at the bed sheets, her head turning away from him.  “Don’t deny it, Y/N. You and I both know it’s true.” His lips brush against her cheek, pressing a kiss at her jaw. “Remember, I can tell when you’re lying.”

Lloyd slams into her in one long thrust, his length filling her up completely. “Tomorrow, I’ll be the only man you think about, the only one you’ll want.” he pants, hot breath fanning over her face. Y/N squeezes her eyes shut.

Lloyd doesn’t slow down, each thrust faster than the one before. His nose is pressed against her neck. “You just had to go and fuck it all up, didn’t you?” He growls, fingernails digging into her flesh as he grabs her face. “Look at me. I wanna see that pretty face of yours while I fuck you.”

Her eyes flutter open, vision blurry from her tears. “Lloyd, please. I’m sorry,” she sobs, body betraying her as her walls clench around him. 

Lloyd ignores her pleads, hand still clasped around her throat. “But you feel so good around me, baby. Look at you, taking my cock so well.” He leaves a sloppy kiss to her lips, pace slowing down, being extra careful not to knot inside her right now. His thumb strokes the side of her neck.

”This is gonna hurt, babygirl. But it’ll be worth it. Okay?”

 Y/N sniffles, brows furrowed in confusion but then his eyes turn red, fangs extending. He doesn’t give her time to respond, his mouth is on her neck, teeth sinking into flesh. Her hands are gripping the sheets tighter and it takes all the strength she has to fight the urge to scream.

Blood trickles down her chest, soaking and blending into her gown. Y/N gasps, pain courses through her neck and shoulder. She’s shutting her eyes again, wishing this was all some terrible dream. “No... P-please, stop.” she mumbles, body trembling underneath him. “It hurts.”

“Shh, baby. It’s almost over.” He coos, lips curled into a slanted smirk. Lloyd licks up the rest of the blood before his mouth finds hers. This time he’s kissing her softly, rough hands coming up to cup her cheeks, gently wiping away her tears.

Y/N gulps down the metallic taste in her mouth. When Lloyd pulls away his eyes have softened. He’s looking at her face, anger now replaced with adoration. “I can’t believe you’re all mine,” he whispers. 

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When she wakes, there’s only one thing on her mind: Lloyd. And the ache she feels. Her hands roam over her chest, thighs clenched together as her arousal drips between her legs. There’s a faint light peeking through the windows. 

Y/N turns her head and when she realizes the space beside her is bare, she’s surprised. A small moan escapes past her parted lips and she’s cursing herself after it happens. She’s gone through her heat alone before and she could do it again. As if on cue, he’s walking through the door.

“Go away,” she seethes.

Lloyd strides over to her, flashing her that knowing smirk. It doesn’t help that he’s shirtless, gray sweatpants hanging dangerously low on his hips. Everything in her is urging her to leap off the bed and jump on him right here and now, but she refuses.

“You don’t mean that. I need you.” He breathes, he stops near the side of the bed, hovering over her, chest heaving up and down like he’s been running. Lloyd closes his eyes for a moment, inhaling her heat scent. It’s sweet. Better than anything he could imagine. The aroma alone clouds up his mind

“And I know you need me too.” He whispers. “Y/N, stop resisting. You’re in pain.”

“Fuck. It hurts.” She whispers, then she’s sitting up, she wants to peel off her skin it hurts so bad. It’s almost unbearable, the will to defy this want—no, need for him.

Y/N let’s put a shaky breath, eyes look up at him through dark lashes. 

“Lloyd.”

“Yes?”

Y/N stands up, arms locking around his neck, her forehead pressed against his.

“Make it go away. Make the pain go away.”

“I’ll make it all better, baby.”

Her lips touch his with such neediness, such desire. Y/N doesn’t have room to feel any sense of guilt. There’s only a need for him. Only him. 

He’s halfway tempted to rip off her gown,leaving her bare so there’s nothing standing between them. Just skin on skin but he ignores the urge. He eagerly pushes up the hem of her gown, ripping off her panties instead.

Lloyd slides his hand under her thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist. This time, he slides into her slowly. He wants to take his time, wants to cherish the moment. The gasp she lets out is music to his ears, her hands are now sinking into his hair. Another moan leaving her lips with each thrust.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he breathes, forehead touching hers. Heat-scent invading his mind. She’s like a drug—a high he doesn’t want to let go of. 

Her fingernails are grazing over his scalp, tugging on his locks when he finally hits that sweet spot of hers, slick dripping down his thighs. “Lloyd, please don’t stop.”

“Fuck, sweetheart. You look so pretty like this,” he coos. “My pretty omega. All mine. I was meant for you.”

And then her walls are fluttering around him, fingernails trailing and then digging into his skin at the back of his shoulders. Lloyd let’s out a low groan, his mouth finding hers once more. “I can’t believe this is real. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

His nose now pressed into the crook of her neck. “Am I making you feel good, Princess?” Her answer is a strangled moan, fingers digging in deeper, pulling him closer if that’s even possible. And now he’s picking up the pace, nipping at the sensitive skin on her neck.

Her heart is pounding in her chest and Lloyd can feel it. He’s now leaving a trail of kisses down her neck, her chest, until his mouth is on her clothed breast, the thin, silk fabric not much of a barrier. Y/N’s head falls back, clutching his shoulders as he holds her in his arms.

He’s fucking her, hard and fast, a desperate need for him and when he pulls away, his forehead is pressed to hers again, eyes staring down at her doe-eyed one’s. “You’re perfect, Y/N.” He whispers.

“Lloyd,” her voice is cracking, her legs tightly wound around his waist are shaking as he thrusts and thrusts upwards, pleasure radiating up her spine. “This feels—this feels good.” 

“Don’t you see, Y/N? You were made for me. Only me.” There’s nothing more divine than this. Suddenly she’s arching her back, chest to chest, sweat dripping down her forehead, down her neck, lips parted into a hushed scream as she spasms around him.

“That’s it,” he whispers, lips ghosting over hers. “Come for me, sweetheart. Come for me and I’ll give you my knot.”

Soon enough she’s devouring him in a frantic kiss. It’s messy and bruising and she’s locking her arms around him, almost as if she’s holding on for dear life. And then she’s coming, walls fluttering around him again.

His knot expands, pleasure climbing up her spine like fiery warmth. Lloyd can feel her quivering against him and he takes this moment to slide in deeper, pumping his cum into her. 

After a few minutes they both collapse on the bed. With the little strength he’s got, he rolls both of them onto their sides. His knot keeps them linked together. Time seems to slow, both of them trying to catch their breaths. LLoyd nuzzles his nose into the crook of her neck, her back pressed against the warmth of his chest.

“Are you okay?” he says softly. 

“Yeah. I still hate you though.” she mumbles, breath still slightly ragged. 

A small chuckle leaves his lips. “You’re a bad liar, Y/N.”

[chxrryhansen]

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nomad steve is a big fat fuckin MUNCH. idc idc idc. nobody can change my mind. that man eats pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner. he is STARVED.

you wake up? his head is in between your thighs. your working? he wants you to sit on his face while you do it. your doing the dishes? best believe that man is on his knees tongue deep inside your pussy desperate to have you cream all over his face. making comments like

“you just looked so good baby i couldn’t help it, had to get a taste of you”

“you like it when daddy sucks on your clit while you finish your chores? yeah? fuckin dirty girl”

“fuck honey, cum in daddy’s mouth, come on give it to me”

“pussy tastes like fuckin heaven”

one thing he does not stand for is hovering. when he tells you to sit on his face, he means sit on it. he’ll be grabbing your hips, pulling you down onto his face, his rough beard rubbing against your thighs while his tongue explores your dripping heat and you know damn well he eats it in the morning so he can smell your pussy on his facial hair during the day, his tongue darting out to lick over his moustache, savouring the taste of your juices.

your spread missionary as he suckles and nibbles on your clit, his fingers fucking into you at a desperate pace, missing the taste of your cream even though he’s already had you twice today, his mouth opening wide as you writhe and squirt on his tongue, watching him as he moans and grunts, his hips rocking into the mattress beneath him as he fills his boxers with hot n sticky ropes of cum

“jesus christ” he breathes, “got me cumming in my pants like a damn teenager sweet girl, thats how fuckin good your pussy tastes.”

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[sidechrevans]

shower

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!),smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, degradation kink (he calls us whores, like three times??) shower sex, wall sex (?), age gap, and more..

important: English is not my first language so there will probably be a lot of mistakes but there is nothing to be done, and it is my first time writing smur so don't attack me!!!

characters: dbf!steve rogers x fem!reader

I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! kisses

Steve Rogers was never as obsessed with a person as he was with you. He vividly remembers the first time he saw you, in that red dress begging to be fuckedYou were like a hurricane, bringing chaos and desire to every breath he took. He knew it was wrong, that you were taking him down a dangerous path, because you were his best friend's daughter, but he couldn't resist. With a penetrating gaze and a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts. You involved him in your games, in your dark fantasies that scared and excited him at the same time.And that's how you ended up in this current situation, being fucked in the shower by your father's best friend.

Your parents had gone on a trip to celebrate twenty-five years of marriage, and even though you were 20 and completely capable of taking care of yourself, your father asked Steve to keep an eye on you.

“I've been dying to fuck you ever since I saw you in that tiny red dress, you were practically begging, weren't you whore? That's it, isn't it? You just needed a big fat dick in that cherry.”

His hands tried to hold onto the stall in a failed attempt as Steve frantically thrust into you, you could feel his balls hitting yours against your clit as he pushed harder and harder into you…

your breasts jiggled as you were thrust into you. Steve moaned hoarsely, you felt every vein, every tiny vein inside you, the complete sense, his hands held your waist while the hot water ran between the two of you, giving him more access to fuck you hard... you look over your shoulder with some difficulty and then you see him, his hair was messy, some strands stuck together, his mouth was being pressed because he was biting his lips heavily and at the same time making a face.

“FUCK” he moans loudly, starting to move quickly and forcefully, not giving you time to breathe properly... the butterflies were playing with you, his trembling hand even went towards your clitoris when he started to rub it quickly, giving you spasmsHis mouth opened in a wordless moan. The glans hit the depths of his intimacy, making his lower belly burn. You had no idea how many times you had cumHer body shook violently and Steve watched her cum on his dick.

“Tell me, whose little whore are you?” His hoarse voice echoed through the bathroom along with a loud slap, you just swallowed soundlessly when he started moving again.“Stevee” you moaned when he hit that spot, you were already sore“So it’s here? Hmm?" he asked and you moaned in response.

He growled in his ear before pushing his body onto the bed and starting to thrust making you scream in pleasure “Whaaat? Do not handle it? Weren’t you the one thirsty for cock?” laughed while you whimperedYou moaned in a sob when the older man pushed everything in, squeezing your neck with one hand and making you orgasm again in such a short time.Steve withdraws his member and you let out a sly moan.

He soon bends down watching the abused entrance dripping all his cum.Her swollen clitoris pulsed, her breathing was heavy, her legs were wobbly. When you thought it was finally over, he smiles and then goes back into the hot grip in a brutal way, hearing your surprised scream.

[haleyboook]

Christmas cheer

When a relationship not known by Chris’ family is suddenly front and center when he insists on her coming to his family Christmas festivities. Just how insane can she expect it to be? And how bad will it effect her relationship?

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“I just need my bathing suit and I’ll have all my clothes ready to be packed.” I tell him as I hold the laundry basket in my arms

He nods as he remains half out of it staring at me

“Chris?”

“Mmhm?”

“What’s on your mind?”

He sighs as he sits up saying “I’m not liking the idea of not being together on Christmas. The best holiday.”

I drop the laundry basket and walk over to him, I sit on the armrest of the chair as he pulls me towards him

His lips press to my shoulder as he says “The Bahamas are so lame right now. Change your flight. Let’s go there for New Years. Boston is so beautiful right now.”

Sighing I say “My whole family is there, and they would love to meet you. You know that. I talk about you all the time and my mom already loves you. Why don’t you come with me? And then we can celebrate New Years with your family?”

Slowly he considers giving in as my eyes practically melt him and my lips press to his as I smile widely

The corners of his lips curve upwards in response to me and he groans saying “My mom and sisters would kill me if I missed Christmas. My nieces and nephews are expecting me there.”

Nodding I sigh saying “So basically we can’t spend the holiday together. And we’re back to square one.”

He smiles to me and says “Yeah. I guess so.”

But that look on his face for a split second was awfully mischievous and I know he’s up to something.

He pushes my hair out of my face and kisses my collarbones as we draw closer to each other

“It’s snowing in Boston. Have you ever been to Boston when it’s snowing?”

“No. I haven’t.”

“Winter is my second favorite season there. A white Christmas is my favorite. And my family goes all nine yards.”

“Oh really? What do they do?”

He smiles and says “Well my whole big family pile into my childhood home and we spend the whole week together. My mom has us baking and cooking all week and we go see a Christmas play on Christmas Eve. And we have a Christmas Eve party after. And Christmas Day is the best, seeing my niece and nephews excitement over the gifts is the best. My mom makes us spiked hot chocolate and we have this massive dinner. It’s literally heaven.”

The pause sits for awhile as I think on my family, my parents have my sisters and all their friends in the Bahamas with them currently

I paid for the vacation, called it an early Christmas gift.

But… Boston doesn’t sound too bad

“If.. I can change my flight, I’m in.”

His eyes widen suddenly as he looks to me surprised saying “You’re serious?”

I scoff saying “Was that not a real offer?”

“No! No it was real. I’ll.. I’ll call my mom telling her you’re coming along.”

I nod and stare at the laundry across the room. I sigh saying “im not going to need that bathing suit am I?”

He laughs whole heartedly and I grumble saying “You owe me time at the beach. I need ocean and sun time.”

“Promise. New Years with your family in the Bahamas. We can stay a week longer than your family. Just us.”

I sigh into him as I grow relaxed, nodding saying “That sounds perfect. Just what I need after the shit-show movie I just wrapped.”

“He was a terrible director.”

“He made me pull my hair out. I need to strictly rely on Greta and Sofia for work. They’re the only tolerable directors I’ve worked with. Besides obviously the marvel projects.”

He nods saying “Making everyone work on a holiday is crazy.”

“Well you saw how well that worked out for him.”

Chris laughs saying “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a movie crew so happy that an actress went full diva for them.”

“They all deserved to be with their families, regardless if they celebrated the holiday or not.”

“Trust me, I know they were thankful.”

I sigh saying “Yeah…. Now tell me what I need to pack for Boston.”

“You need to start with at least 3-4 coats or jackets.”

I make a winced face and say “You’re kidding.”

“That doesn’t include winter coats. Do you have a winter—”

He pauses as he looks to me as I produce a pinched expression and shrug saying “I don’t own anything like that.”

“We’ve got a lot of work to do then.”

The flight was simple enough, I overpacked and had to check my bag. Chris didn’t have to, he had a small enough bag for it to be a carry on

I realized how big of a mistake it was to check my bag the minute I started looking through the carousels for my suitcase

Only to my surprise it never came around. Chris felt terrible as the flight attendant informed me that my suitcase, along with half the passengers were left to fly out on the next plane

I blinked in response to her, feeling anger rise within me “what do you mean you left my suitcase?”

“It will be delivered here in a few hours. We can ship it to the address you—”

“I just want my things! Why couldn’t you fit my suitcase on the plane?”

“There are certain rules and regulations we need to follow, the flight was sold out and we couldn’t exceed a certain weight—”

“Everything I need is in my suitcase! It’s 25 degrees out! I need my things!”

Chris wraps his arm around me attempting to calm me down saying “Honey… honey it’s alright. We’ll figure it out.”

I scoff saying “Don’t give me that. You carried your suitcase on. You have everything you could possibly need. I have nothing. My scripts were in there. I needed to run those lines.”

He sighs and attempts to comfort me as he looks to the lady saying “How soon will it be shipped?”

“The second it’s in our custody. You should get it by tomorrow.”

“That’s not so bad, you’ll have all your things by tomorrow. In the meantime we’ll figure something out.”

The Bahamas are sounding a lot better now

“Yeah. Okay..” I say unconvinced and on edge

Chris had called his mom a day ago telling her he was bringing his girlfriend and she was surprised to find out so late in advance

Pretty frustrated this is one of the few times she’d even heard about me.

But before I wasn’t even his girlfriend, we were just going on a few dates. He thought it was easier to just say that to his mother instead

We were both so busy, there was no time to share with anyone else but each other

And we used every single minute we could find with the other

He’d fly to me and leave in the morning. Or I’d fly in at 9am and have to leave at 12am.

He knows he should have mentioned his girlfriend earlier, to not only his mother but probably his sisters and practically anyone else in his family

I ask as he drives our rental car towards the house “Scott’s there already?”

He’s the one person I really knew from his family, considering how often he visited

“Yeah. He just got to the house this morning.”

I swallow hard saying “And your mom, Lisa knows I’m coming to Christmas?”

“She knows, relax y/n. There’s nothing to worry about. My mom will love you and we’ll have a great time.”

“So your older is Carly, and Shanna is your younger sister. Then there’s your dad and he’s a dentist. And then there’s miles and—”

“Clearly you’ve done your research.”

I sigh as I run my hands down my face saying “I wouldn’t even need to. You love your family, you talk about them constantly. I can’t believe this is the first time I’ve met them. I could probably recite their birthdays at this point… oh my god. Don’t let me say that to them. I’m losing my mind. I’m so nervous, were you this nervous to meet my mom?”

He laughs as I scramble my sentences together quickly, talking way too fast

“Your mother gave me no warning, I met her in my boxers while I was getting the paper. I had no time to be nervous.”

I smile and look to him saying “She thought you were handsome immediately.”

He shakes his head saying with a chuckle “No, her first comment was asking why I was so pale.”

Laughing I shake my head saying “I can’t believe she said that.”

“She wasn’t wrong.”

He livens up my mood just switching the topic, I feel better already. He squeezes my hand saying “Just don’t overthink this and you’ll do great. Promise.”

And that’s when we turned down a street where I saw a suburban neighborhood, it was different than I was used to

There was an inflatable Santa on the large patch of grass in the front yard and lights thrown up onto the gutters, brightly colored

The driveway was full and it made me uneasy. Chris put the car in park and once he turned off the engine he looked to me “you ready to go in?”

“The gifts were in my suitcase, Chris. I have nothing for them—”

“You have your bright smile. That’s enough, we can go shopping in the morning or wait for your suitcase. All that matters is the gifts under the tree by Christmas.”

A sigh releases my lips as I look to the sprawl of inflatables across the front yard that I hadn’t noticed earlier

Some that are so clearly Boston suburbia that it’s odd to me

“Oh. That’s Jim. Moms had that inflatable for decades. It’s older than all the grandkids combined.”

“What is… it supposed to be?”

“It used to be an 8foot tall snowman, one of the first to be released. But it’s face wore off so is kids drew a new one on with sharpie and… yeah that was the result.”

Scott slowly sneaks around the car, and slams his palms into the glass of my car door

I scream as I jerk my head towards him and heave heavy breaths as my screaming stops

Chris laughs loudly and boisterous as I nearly kick the door open. It hitting Scott as I climb out, pushing his shoulder as his laugher only annoys me

“You’re an asshole!”

He and Chris just think my reaction is the funniest thing possible

“Did you hit your head when you jumped that high?”

He tumbles to the ground as he falls in the snow and practically cries with laughter

I huff in annoyance saying “Why would you do that?”

“He didn’t tell you?” Scott struggles to say as he gasps for air as his laughter slows

I look to Scott saying “We have a whole competition going, scaring each other. We do this basically every time everyone’s home.”

Chris smiles as he says “She has an out, it’s her first Christmas with us. She is free of the jump scares.”

“No way! She needs to experience the evans family Christmas in every way.”

Chris gives Scott a look and I walk away saying “I’m freezing. Can we please go inside.”

Scott nods saying “that sounds like a great idea.”

Chris nods as he lifts his suitcase through the snow and pulls his jacket off as he drapes it over my shoulders

I look to him thankfully as I tighten it around me. I slow to a stop as I wait for one of the two brothers to lead the way

Chris steps in front of me as he says “You okay?”

“Yeah. Just cold—” but I’m cut off by Scott running towards us and throwing a snowball into the back of Chris’ head

Scott laughs as I feel the corners of my smile turning upwards quickly as I laugh quietly as Chris huffs out a breath of annoyance

“oh… little brother you so shouldn’t have started this.”

“Chris.” I plead as his hand digs into the snow

“Just let me reach this little punk a lesson.”

And they’re already at it with each other. I stand there as Chris creates a snow ball throwing it towards his brother as Scott ducks out of the shot

My sisters and I were never like this. They were 12-15 years older than me. By the time I was 5-6 years old they were out of the house or in college. I was basically an only child with occasional visits from my sisters

But Bree moved to England for a job and Elise lives across the US. Hawaii, with her husband. Her husband is stationed in the navy there

I wince as both Scott and Chris tumble roughly into the snow but I smile because it’s hilarious

“They do this often.”

My shoulders jump at the voice, I thought I was alone out here

I look to the woman and say “And I’m sure it’s entertaining every time.” My smile shines towards her and she breathes out a laugh saying “Yeah. Most of the time. I’m Shanna. You must be y/n, his girlfriend. Right?”

Nodding I say “yes, that is me. I’m sorry to intrude on your Christmas, he insisted I have a Boston Christmas.”

“You don’t have family around here?”

I pause and say “They’re in the Bahamas for Christmas.”

“And you picked this over that?” She laughs as I shake my head saying “I couldn’t leave him. We try to spend any second we can together. I’m sorry, are you Carly or Shanna? Chris talks about his sisters so much but I can’t place your name.”

She smiles saying “Shanna. His younger sister.”

“Oh okay. Thank you.

She nods saying “How’d the two of you meet?”

“Work. Of course. There’s not really anywhere else I could’ve meet someone.”

“You’re an actor too?”

I nod and say “Yeah.”

“Are you cold? We could go in while they sort this whole thing out?”

I look towards Chris as he has Scott pinned down with knee pressed against his back.

Scott’s face doesn’t leave the patch of snow as Chris tells him to tap out

I look to their sister saying “Is this normal?”

Shanna smiles saying “Yes. When they’re around each other they get like this. They’re brothers that’s for sure haha.”

I bite at my lip saying “I really am freezing. We could go in.. I’m just anxious.”

“Why don’t you head in while I get these idiots into the house?”

She steps away before I can argue the offer

I swallow hard and walk towards the house, I so don’t want to go in alone

Scott is pulled up from the snow and pushes his brother as he looks to me as Chris brushes off the snow on his clothes

“Babe, you can head in. You look like you’re about to freeze.”

I nod to Chris and ask “Just walk in?”

“My ma doesn’t care, she has everyone just walk right in.”

I stare at the door as I push it open and enter the house. Shutting it behind me to keep all the warmth in the house

I’m first hit with voices and I slow to a stop as I attempt not to intrude

But then I quickly realize they’re talking about me

“No, this is really the first time he’s ever brought her up. He told me all about her a day ago and that she was coming for Christmas.”

“Shanna is laying into her for answers and to find out what kind of person she is. God I hope she’s not some arrogant brat.”

My eyes widen suddenly as my arms drop to my sides quickly

“God knows Chris has poor taste in women. Should be interesting to meet her. From what he’s told me she’s a bit high maintenance.”

My eyebrows shoot up at that and I huff in annoyance

“I can only hope she isn’t some privileged obnoxious child. Chris didn’t give me much, only that they didn’t want to be apart. It sounds like they’re pretty serious.”

“How close could they be if he kept her hidden from us? She’s got to be the reason he skipped literally everything for thanksgiving but the dinner. He literally rolled in here at 3 and left by 8.”

The pause in conversation leaves me frozen in the entry way as I feel like I just stepped into something I shouldn’t hear

“You think he’s fallen for a girl who will keep him from us for holidays? That’s often what happens when a son marries someone.”

“You think they’re getting married?! He hardly knows the girl. God bless her but Chris could never commit to something like that. You know the cycle, give it a few more months and they’ll have moved on.”

“He said she can be difficult, especially under pressure. Like I said super high maintenance.”

“Probably means controlling.”

Excuse me?

“If this girl is wrong for him I’ll have a conversation with him. He’s my son, he’ll listen to me. She’ll be just another ex girlfriend if we don’t like her—”

I can feel the lump in my throat growing as I reach for the door handle but it opens and I take a step back as Chris steps in

He looks to me confused as I remain hovering by the door like I wanted to bolt, his arms find their way around my sides saying “you alright?”

My shoulders tighten and wind up as my whole body tightens up, I shrug in response as I slip from his grasp

Scott shouts “Ma! Chris and y/n are here!”

Chris huffs in response to his brother

The group of people file towards us as my hands pull at the zipper sides of Chris’ jacket that’s tightly wrapped around my body

Tightening it around me

“Chris!”

He bounds for his mother, and you could tell how much he loves him mom. That’s a strong hug around her. Clearly he missed her

Maybe she was right, I didn’t think I was keeping him from his family

Suddenly I feel super out of place as their whole family hugs and speaks to each other

Slowly I slip into the background of the family as my back presses to the door, everything growing overwhelming

“My sweet boy. I’m so happy you’re here.”

Controlling.

That word wanders around my head as I feel the weight of it

High maintenance

How could she have all these opinions of me before even meeting me?

Scott pulls away from his older sister saying “y/n, meet my sister Carly… y/n?” He looks behind him not finding me

I’m practically melting through the door as Chris suddenly pulls away from the conversation him and his mother are having

“honey?”

The people in front of me, serving as I wall suddenly break into two groups and the whole Evans family turns towards me

Chris looks to me with a widening smile and walks forward, grabbing my hand and saying “Everyone, this is my girlfriend y/n. I’ll introduce you to each person in a minute. Firstly, this is my ma.”

The woman looks to me and I feel the nauseous feeling grow as I stare at her nervously

She takes a step towards me as Chris’ warm hand leaves my back

She smiles and says “I’m Lisa. It’s so great to meet you.”

My grin slips as she pulls me into a hug and I grow frustrated as she says “Chris just adores you.”

I swear there’s sarcasm coming off her words

“Love, mom. I love her.” Chris confirms as his smile falls from his lips and I’m released. I’m basically introduced around and the minute I’m free from introductions I find Scott

He’s with Carly but I grab his wrist tightly and give him the crazy eyes. He excused himself from his sister as I pull him out front

“I have to get out of here.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

My hands pull down my face as I frown and say “Your mother doesn’t know I heard what she and Carly were saying in the kitchen.”

“What we’re they saying in the kitchen?” He leans forward, practically begging for the information

“Am I controlling?”

“What? Why would you…. Oh.” He pauses as he looks inside the glass panels for a second saying “she doesn’t know you. Don’t take what she said to heart. She probably read a bad article about you.”

I shake my head as I sit down on the front steps and he follows shortly after “They lost my suitcase. I have nothing. I’m feeling insecure enough already. And I know Chris is loving every minute of this but I’m just… overwhelmed and annoyed.”

Scott nods as he rubs my shoulder, and I continue saying “He never told his mom or anyone about me. They don’t know me. Would he have ever told them about me? He basically worships your mom. But I’m not important enough to be a topic?”

“I’m sure he has good reason, bee.”

I huff in response and cover my face saying “This is going to be a long week. You have to promise me you won’t leave my side. If Chris isn’t glued to my side you have to be. Please.”

His eyes widen and he says “That’s a big job.”

I narrow my eyes to him saying “Scott.”

He smiles lightly saying “Fine deal.”

“This is going to be a long week.” We both say in sync

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[satellite-evans]

Chris Evans loving on his pregnant wife for 20 minutes straight

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Summary: a fan made a video about your husband not being able to keep himself from talking about you and your unborn child at all times.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Fluff. Like y’all know you can’t expect anything else from me at this point

A/N: I would like to say before y'all come to me and say 'my omg you copied @astranva how could you' I didn't. Nova herself is cool with it and I'm just sick of you guys always putting us against each other. We are both fluff writers for the same white dude. Similarities are going to happen. So please, don't attack me, and don't full nova's inbox with bullshit. Thank you. <3

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, talks, vents, recommendations or just simple questions are always welcome.

Happy reading xxx

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Chris Evans is a well-known name in Hollywood. Not only for his looks, his iconic role as Captain America, and his famous left boob grab, but the way he kept talking about you in all his interviews.

There was no denying that he was obsessed with you and even more since you carried his child. This obsession was even noticed by fans that they couldn't help but make a video about their favorite Marvel star.

Chris Evans loving on his pregnant wife for 20 minutes straight.

The trending internet video started with a clip of Chris in his famous white suit standing in front of the cameras at the knives out the premiere.

While everyone was screaming at him and trying to get his attention, his eyes were only locked on you, mesmerized by your beauty and making sure you were okay, that the baby was fine.

"Hey Chris, how are you? Good to see you." The voice of the extratv journalist was heard while she was shaking his hand.

"What was it like to be a part of it and work with the cast?" Her first question came immediately after the introduction and made Chris think for a few seconds.

" Uh, I-It was uh, very humbling, y'know a-a lot very talented people who've had uh very long career in this industry so, a lot to learn."

Just when the interviewer was going to shoot him with another question, Chris showed he was clearly not done with his answer.

"Also, also I would like to say that it meant a lot to my wife, Y/N, too." He pointed towards you, where you were standing next to his publicist, trying not to take his thunder away tonight with your very pregnant belly.

"Oh yeah, Y/N is also here tonight! Let's let her join in this interview too!"

Chris then waved the woman off "No, that's okay. She doesn't like this type of thing and I want to respect that. But yeah, she is the reason I accepted this-the job. She is, y'know- my wife is very into detective work and solving crimes so when the opportunity came I just-I had to take it to make her happy."

The next clip showed Chris yet with another interviewer, but this time he was sitting in front of her with Ana de Armas next to him.

"So first, I wanted to say congratulations to Chris. You and your wife are expecting a baby."

In an instant, a smile grew on his face, and he got excited since the conversation was his favorite topic.

"That's right, yeah." He said, with a smirk on his face and his pink in his mouth.

"So how does that feel, becoming a dad after waiting all those years?"

He answered the question with such ease, " It is exciting, but also intimidating, in a way." He started, "Just like you said the need- I wanted to have a family for so long, you think I would've mentally prepared myself, but it is nothing like that. You're scared, you're nervous, you-you constantly thinking if you're going to be a great dad, y'know? All these questions come up and make you more anxious than you already are but, thankfully I have Y/N, she-"

"Omg, she is amazing," Ana interrupted him.

Chris nodded immediately, agreeing with her statement.

"So amazing. I mean, honestly, without her, I think I would be lost. She is the best wife, the best friend, and I know she is going to be the best mother for our child. I-I don't know what I would do without her."

"That's so cute. I'm so happy for you, Chris."

The next clip was him in Massachusetts, on a set of Defending Jacob posing in front of the cameras with a bunch of fans.

"Man, when are you growing your hair back, we loved it in infinity war!" A man said while recording the encounters between Chris and his fans. He smiled and looked towards the guy who said: " I'm sorry but, the wife doesn't like it, so it's not gonna happen. Whatever she wants."

With that, he waved at the fans for the last time before going back to his trailer. He almost missed the guy's response:

"Never thought Captain America was gonna be pussy-whipped!"

Without turning back, Chris shouted back to him : "Why are you saying like it's a bad thing!"

Another video was added of him at the tonight show starring Jimmy Fallon.

"Did you-where you sad when you had to do the end-last scene?" Jimmy asked him after they started talking about the success of Avengers Endgame.

"Yeah, it was very emotional. I mean, it's emotional. These movies are a huge part of your life. And so, when they come to an end, it really it has an impact. But thankfully, I had my wife by my side who supported me throughout everything and, y'know, was there when I needed that extra emotional support."

"Speaking of your wife, Y/N, congratulations buddy she is pregnant!"

The whole crowd started cheering and clapping, Including Jimmy himself, and Chris could only smile and nod, showing how proud he was.

"Yeah, she is. We're expecting a child together, which sounds so odd when I say it because my dream I had for years finally became a reality."

The whole audience was awed, making Chris swoon.

"I am so happy for you pal, I truly am. So how far along is she?"

He looked in the air, thinking and making sure he was giving the right answers.

"She is- tomorrow she will be 7 months pregnant, yeah. Again, I couldn't be more excited about the whole thing. She is incredible. I mean literally, words don't even describe how much she means to me. I love her so much and can't wait to meet our baby."

"That's incredible news, buddy."

The final clip of the video was a self-recorded video Chris made to wish one of his fans a happy birthday.

"Hey Josh, it's me, Chris Evans. So your friends told me you turned 21, and I just wanted to say, have a happy birthday buddy. You're finally at the age that you can drink, at least legally, so go out and have a drink and enjoy it with your friends as much as you can. I would've joined you guys, but y'know, the missus is pregnant and we don't want her to scream at us like a street cat, do we?"

The video also caught you screaming from behind.

"Hey, I heard that!"

"I was just joking honey, all good here!" Chris screamed back. " She just proved my point," he whispered "anyway, happy birthday buddy, thank you for all the love, and enjoy your day. I've gotta show some love to my wife. Don't want her to get too mad at me. See you later, pal."

The video was so loved that it got 10 million in just one day and received many comments from fans:

user1: plsss the way he looks at her, he's down BAD

user2: when is someone going to talk about me the way Chris is talking about his pregnant wife?? WHEN???

user3: I love how he randomly brings up y/n during any conversation lmao

user4: NOT THE STREET CAT LMAOOO

The video got so much love that it even caught the attention of the man himself, Chris Evans.

[misguidedasgardian]

The dutiful

AU MASTERLIST

Summary: Your Mob Boss father´s last wish was for you to marry his right-hand and most trusted man, Lloyd Hansen, you fight against it, but at the end, you are the ever dutiful daughter. Now he is the boss, and has to assert his dominance over you, and over his men  

Pairing: Mob!Lloyd Hansen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: DARK, misogynistic behaviour, mob bussiness, age gap (Lloys is late thirties, reader is mid-twenties), death of a parent, dub-con, unprotected rough sex, (don’t be silly wrap your willy), voyeurism (some guys watch you being claimed), little fingering, degradation, mocking, cursing, pet names, breeding kink, marriage kink, slight cumplay and eating, might miss some warnings. 

+18 MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 4.1 k

Notes: Oh my I just love Lloyd, I mean look at thim, I could throw everything I believe in and all the feminism trough the window just to get on my knees between his murdr thighs…. I hope you enjoy this gift Lloyd Lovers…. I mean the movie is not even OUT yet, we only had seen a minute of content and I’m already drippingggggg

not beta-ed, mistakes are current and my own hihi

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISSSS

You looked through the window at the mournful scenery, the sky weeped as you did, now it was a dark gray, the trees surrounding your father's property seemed so scary now, under this cloudy sky. A deep green who seemed to hide the darkest secrets. Everything seemed so dark after your father passed away just two days ago. You felt so alone now, your mansion so big and lonely, and so scary

Your thoughts were interrupted when the door of your father’s office opened, revealing a man that only by seeing him made you feel incredibly relieved. You walked towards him with a shy smile, hugging yourself until you reached him 

“Hey sweetheart, how are you doing?” Andrew Barber, your father's lawyer greeted you with sympathetic eyes and a shy smile, he kissed your forehead as you appreciate the gesture of a man you’d known since you could remember

“Hey Andy, thank you for coming” you hugged yourself again, behind him Lloyd Hansen entered your late father’s study, and it made you wince, that man scared in a primal way you’d never end to understand. His eyes always seemed to find you and a dark smile followed, his perfectly trimmed mustache moves with his thin lips

“Hey Sunshine” he greeted

“Hey Lloyd” you whispered, not daring to even look him in the eye.

Your father was the city’s most notorious Mobster, Gangster, drug dealer. It was the truth and it was so ingrained in your system you took it as a normal part of life. Half of his businesses were indeed legit, after years of money laundering. Lloyd Hansen was his right hand man, he knew everything about the business and before being his most trusted man he was the enforcer, the most violent and bloodthirsty amongst his men. Former special agent of the CIA turned, he was dangerous, skilled in combat and war, and now most likely the head of the family. 

Your attention turned to Andy again, as he took a seat in your late father’s seat behind the desk of his study

You took a seat in front of the desk, Lloyd placed himself behind you, making a lightning strike run down your back making you incredibly uncomfortable. Andy draw papers from his briefcase and laid them on the mahogany desk, organizing them in a tidy manner

“I’m here as an executor of your father's last will and testament” he said firmly, his lawyer face taking over. You nodded, knowing perfectly well his intentions, and calmly you listened to the man. You were your father’s only child, and your mother passed away when you were young, to your knowledge, you were his only heir, but Lloyd had been called too, you guessed to pass all the dark business to him

“Me, (Y/F/N) being sound of mind and body, present my last wish and testament” he started, reading your father’s last words, “Half of everything I have, properties and money on the accounts will belong to my only daughter (Y/N)” you let out a breath you haven’t even realized you were holding, in relief, “Even if it breaks my heart…” continued Andy with a frown, that made your blood ran cold, “... to leave you alone my sweet girl…” he continued, “...My last dying wish and conditions for you to receive my inheritance is for you to marry my right hand man Lloyd, who I’m inheriting the other half of all my belongings”

“What?” you asked, drawing the attention of both men, Lloyd’s hand squeezed your shoulders, “Did you know about this?” you stood from your seat with the sole purpose of looking him in the eyes, and stopped the contact. Lloyd was smiling knowingly

“Of course I did” he said calmly, “I was his right-hand man, the son he never had”

“Fuck you” you spitted out, “This is insane” Andy called you and you looked at him

“Andy” you called, pleading

“It was his last wish” he said firmly, “he was sound of body and mind…” you looked at Lloyd frowning

“What did you do? what did you say to him?”

“Nothing” he mocked, “He was always so afraid something could happen to you, he wanted to make sure you’d be taken care of after he was gone”

“I’m a grown woman” you said, “I can take care of myself”

“Yeah sure, what if his enemies come after you, uh?” he said then

“This is a conversation you should have in private” muttered Andy

“I want a witness” you demanded, “Look you can keep his dirty business, we can split everything in half I don’t care” you muttered, “But I think is excessive that I marry you, only because he didn’t think I could take care of myself”

“The will explicitly says that you only inherit after you mary Lloyd” Andy said, “this was redacted 6 months ago, and again, is valid, we all know he was in his right mind” you looked at Lloyd, he seemed so relaxed and calm

“Andy, get the fuck out of here” Lloyd demanded, but before he could leave you interupted in anger

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” you asked, “You do not boss him around” but Andy look at you with sorry eyes

“He does now, sweetheart” he said, before he put all the documents on his briefcase and left the room, leaving you alone with Lloyd, who took two long steps to be right in front of you

He encased your jaw with his hand, his face so close to you you could feel his hot breath on your face, making the little hairs of your neck curl. his maddened gaze made you squirmed

“I’ve been at your father's side for fifteen years, and my father for longer” he said, “and a spoiled little brat is not going to keep me from assuming the lead of this family”

“Let me go” you cried

“You are going to marry me, whether you liked it or not, and before you think about it, good luck finding someone that could help you”

“All of this for power?” you asked, “Let it all burn to the ground I’m not marrying you!” 

“I’m going to be the boss, and no one is going to ruin this for me” 

“You are never going to be the boss!” you spitted out, anger gripping your every cell, you had never remembered an instance in which you were more angry that you were right now. You released yourself from his grasp and walked until you were behind the desk 

“Oh really?” He drew a smile so wicked it made you shiver. Of all your father’s men, you feared Lloyd the most, not because of his aspect, but because of his silent, deadly and smug demeanor. You knew him and knew what he was capable of, and that’s why you feared and respected him, but now? you were so angry you didn’t care, but you should…

He was on you in a second, with his hand encasing your throat and made you retreat until your back was against the wall. You whined and squirmed, trying to scratch his thick arm, but he was wearing a wool sweater that prevented you from injuring him

“Let me go!” you cried 

“No until you marry me, hell, maybe not even then” he chuckled darkly. His handsome face, his hand on your neck barely squeezing, the single tone of his voice made your thighs clench. You had always found him hellishly attractive, but dangerous, so dangerous. He seemed to read your thoughts, because he smiled wickedly, wrinkles appearing in the corners of his eyes. “I have to confess, I always wanted to do this, claim you, like you belonged to me…” he growled like a raging animal, and in a primal way you felt the danger, not only for your body but for your very soul, he was going to devour you whole. “Because you do”

“No” you whined, staying incredibly still

“I will make you mine then” he growled. He threw you over the desk, the air suddenly left your lungs when he pressed you against the hardwood

“I’m going to take what is mine” he threatened in your ear.

“Please lloyd, be nice” you begged, knowing that you couldn’t stop him, and actually doubting if you even wanted him to stop him. You felt so exposed like this, your dress a little short so your ass was almost uncovered. He held you against his desk with one of his hands behind your neck grabbing you oughly, and the other sneaked under your dress,

“I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll beg me to marry you” he laughed 

“I’ll never…!” he ripped your thighs in a single movement, the sting burned your skin and the sudden chill air in your skin made you tremble, “no please” you begged, squeezing your thighs tighter. You didn’t know if you really wanted to stop him, or if you were scared he’d found how wet you were for him.

It was the latter

“Would you look at that” of course he mocked you, “I haven’t even touched you yet and I can actually see how wet you are without even taking out your panties” you whined hiding your face from him, but nothing could scape him, he was over everything, that’s why he was going to be the boss after all. 

“NO” you moaned, when you felt he sneaky fingers dangerously creeping in the lines of your panties

“I think you need to come to terms with the fact that I’m going to claim you, and you want me to do it” he mocked you, you trembled with a single of his fingers lazyly and barely touched your weeping pussy, almost a light touch was enough to made you moan

“No I don’t, you are not the boss” you wanted to provoke him, you wanted more, you wanted to tip him over the edge

“Let’s see, shall we?” his hand left your underwear and you didn’t like it. 

He touched a single button on the phone right beside your head, a gruff voice greeted Lloyd at the other side 

“Ari, would you be a sunshine and get the men in here?” he asked on the phone, and you trembled under him, squirming and turning like an alligator. 

“No!” you whined, but he only chuckled darkly, resuming his movements under your dress, finally ripping your underwear, “Why…?” a moan escaped your mouth interrupting yourself when you felt his thick fingers entering your pussy, his thumbs pressed on your clit making you cry out in need. You were so wet you thought something embarrassing had happened

“You are right, I will never be the boss” he said simply, “If I don’t assert my dominance now…” the door opened and trough it all your father’s most trusted men walked in, Andy, Ari Levinson, Nick Fowler, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, August Walker… you couldn’t see the rest because your eyes turned to the back of your head when two of his fingers curled inside of you touching and rubbing your g spot making you cum on the spot without a single warning

“Sunshine!” he reprimanded you but with a mocking voice, “You had to give a little preview first” he mocked, “I barely touched her sweet, wet little pussy and she already cummed on my fingers!” he told the rest. And you whined trying to hide your face from their heated gazes. The shame was overpowering your pleasure, tears threatened to burn your eyes.

“C'mon Sunshine” he purred in your ear, “give them a show, prove them that you are mine” his fingers kept moving, provoking, exploring. You felt his weight on your back, “Can’t wait to make you cum on my mouth” and the ghost feeling of his mustache on your clit make you tingle against him, and you wondered how good it must feel.

“´Lloyd” you called

“What do you want, baby?” he asked,

“You” you moaned, wiggling your hips. You heard laughs and chuckled, but you focused on the feeling of your body instead, if not you were going to cry

“You want me?” he asked

“Yes please” you whispered. And he chuckled

“How can I say no to that?” the fingers left your pussy, his other hand still having you by the back of your neck. Single handedly you heard him unbuckle his belt and opening his fly

“Andy, you are ordained, right?” he asked 

“That’s right” you heard him answer 

“Can you marry us while she is cumming around my cock?” he asked

“Your orders boss”

“That’s damn right,” he said, pleased. grabbing his cock and ruining it with your weeping entrance. You buckle your hips at his rhythm. “Well gentleman, as you can see, I’m staking my claim” in one single push he was buried inside you to the hilt. You screamed in a mix of pain and pleasure. Because no matter how wet you were, his cock was so thick and big it still burned when he split you open for him

“Shit!” you cursed biting your lower lip, closing your eyes tightly as you felt every vein, every ridge, and his tip kissing your cervix

“Holy shit this pussy is so good” he moaned darkly, one of his hands grabbing your hip so tight you knew it was going to leave a mark. “It’s squeezing me like a fist” 

“Lloyd” you cried, begged him, to move or to do something, because you knew that when he does, you were going to feel fucking amazing. You wanted to reach him, to touch him, but you couldn’t because of your position, the edge of the desk marking your thighs, your own body constricting your rib cage… but that all came to second place as you felt him retrieve himself and then thrust into you again, a slap sound could be heard in the room. His groin slapping against your ass. you moaned loudly, not hiding anymore how good he was making you feel. 

He started a rough tandem, drawing sounds you had never made before. your eyes rolled to the back of your head when his cock rubbed against that special spot. his and left the back of your neck and grabbed your hips, drawing you to him to meet each thrust. 

“Fuck look at her” you heard the voice of Ari Levinson mocking you, watching your every expression your every sound you drew. Lloyd grabbed you by your hair, making you raise your head in the direction of your audience

“Look at her” he demanded, you opened your eyes and you looked at them, “look at her fucked out face” you closed your eyes, trying to zoom them out and just focus on how good you felt. 

You felt an orgasm coming, your pussy clenched around him greedily, you moaned softly when he released you gently, letting you hide your face again in your folded arms.

“Fuck that’s it” he grabbed you by the hair again and made you twist your head in a way he could see your face twisted in pleasure, looking at how good you looked when you cummed

“So hot” he growled, “sweet girl that’s it, give me everything” your juice stained the base of his cock and made his thrusts resound in a squelching sound. 

He took himself off of you, and you whined in protest, not liking it. You didn’t even get to see your audience and he turned you around, opening your legs and placing himself between them. He caressed your thighs gently before he grabbed them and made you stick to his hips. Your pussy colliding with his thick cock. You couldn’t see it, and you really wanted to, but he entered you so easily it was almost embarrassing, barely needing a little push the open you up for him again, the new, more intimate angle made the friccion it even more delicious when he kept his hard pase and rough thrusts. You wanted him against you, you reached for him also wanting to cover yourself from the men, that you could barely see from this new angle 

 and he leaned into you, his forehead pressing against yours. 

His hands encased your ribcage, finally feeling your front. He leaned in to watch your tits bounce over the neckline of your dress. For now it was enough… Now later when he’ll have you all to himself he will take the time to touch you and savor you whole.

“Don’t look at them now, I want your eyes on me when you come undone on my fat cock” he encased your jaw with his hand, his deep blue eyes chilling you to your bone his wicked smile made you tingle even more, losing yourself on his handsome face. “You are going to come again for me baby?”

“It’s too much” you complained, feeling your puffy pussy weeping, so tender, raw and sensitive you were going to pass out

“Are you going to marry me now?” you kept turning and twisting

“No” it was a negative but you couldn’t hold a moan that came with it, the feeling of his thick cock rubbing against your walls were making you feel insanely good, your eyes were turning to the back of your head, and yet another orgasm was creeping on you and you fleetingly thought you were going to lose it. Your consciousness, your mind, your body, all of it. 

“Really?” but as you almost touched the sky with your hands, he pulled out of you, making you whine in need, looking at him with teary eyes and found his mock face, smiling widely at you. You whined touching his black cardigan, demanding he resumed his thrusts

“No, please” you begged, your fingers sneaking under his wool vest and touching the hot skin of his muscled belly 

“What do you want, you little slut?” he mocked

“please” your hands tried to find his cock, and he laughed in your face, mocking you, “keep doing it” you begged 

“Are you seeing this?” he asked, looking at his men, many of them were touching themselves over their dress pants, many had their cocks out, and were shamelessly masturbating, “This little slut begging is something else” he turned his gaze back at you 

“I’m not a slut” you protested

“That’s right, you are only mine” he entered you again and an inhuman sound left your lips. your walls grabbed him like a vice. And he amazed himself of how much he wanted to cum inside you. Something similar flied through your mind you wanted to cum, but the gaze of all of them on you wouldn’t let you 

“Please Lloyd” you cried, your shame of being watched couldn't let you relax, “I’m marrying you” you promised, begging him with your eyes. his eyes looked in your for any signs of a lie, but couldn’t find any, his thumb caressed your cheek, and then he looked up to the group of men. He stilled his movements, leaving himself seated inside of you 

“Get out” demanded to his men, and they all even looked shocked, that he would draw the line there after all of it, “GET THE FUCK OUT!” He shouted making you wince and they left the room like it was on fire. When the door clicked shut after the last one, he looked down at you, in his eyes where something other than malice and desire, something more… human

“I’m going to make you mine,” he sentenced. “This is where you belong, right under me” his sudden tenderness made you swallow your own words, as he resumed his movements, his eyes never leaving yours, his hands encased your face, keeping you in place gently, “You are mine” you just nodded, “say it” he demanded

“I’m yours” you said lowly 

“You are going to marry me” he said then

“I’m going to marry you” you mumbled, your eyes trying to manifest him that you weren’t lying, you didn’t know if it was the pleasure, or fear 

“You are going to have my babies” he demanded then

“I’m going to have your babies” you confirmed

“I’m going to keep you nice and bred all the fucking time” he growled his wicked smile appearing again as he leaned in and kissed you. 

It was the first time he ever kissed you. His mustache tickled you making you smile against his mouth. and he chuckled darkly, grabbing you by the neck and pushed you until you were against the wood, taking your breath away when he separated himself from you

“I’m going to take care of you” he promised, “say it, believe it”

“You are going to take care of me” you whispered, and he smiled, kissing you again, this time, he didn’t release you and instead he fucked you rougher, faster, the tip of his cocks grazing your special spot every single time, you moaned on his mouth wantonly, needed him, your arms hugged him drawing him more tightly against you. Your legs wrapped around his middle, keeping him even closer to you. not wanting him to let you go. And just like that, your orgasm creeped out on you, your walls tightening around him, strangled his cock inside you. 

“That’s it baby” when he separated himself from you a thin line of saliva still joined your hungry mouths

“Lloyd” you called like a prayer, looking into his eyes

“Fuck!” he yelled, with a last hard thrust he stilled inside you, cumming so hard, hot spurts of him cum painting your walls. “Shit Sunshine” he whined letting himself fall over your. You hugged him tightly against you, like you didn’t want him to separate from you, you didn’t want to let him go. “That’s it Pumpkin, sweet girl” he kissed your forehead, “FUck, I never cummed that hard before, shit” his stormy blue eyes found yours. And as you regained your breaths, you gazed upon one another. He kissed you again. more swiftly but no less powerful

You whined when he took himself off of you. Not liking the emptiness he left 

“Don’t worry honey, I’ll be inside of you soon enough” he said with his gruff voice

You felt his thick seed dripping from your hole and down your thighs. Making you moan, repressing the need to collect it with your fingers, Lloyd did it for you, and then he fed it to you, rubbing his fingers in your mouth, and smiled widely when you licked his fingers, tasting his seed and moaning because of his salty taste

“That’s a good wife” he mocked, he actually helped you with your dress, putting it back in place and helped you on your feet. You whined again when your lack of pantis made you feel his cum dripping down your thighs, staining them

“Lloyd” you cried, but not even knew what you wanted from him, you looked into his eyes and he smiled softly, encasing your face with his hands, and leaned in to kiss you softly

“Mine” he growl against your mouth

“Yours” you confirmed, he lets go off you

“Now I need to talk to the men, so wifey, smile and go make me a nice dinner” he whispered derogatorily in your ear, spanking your ass, encouraging you to leave the office, the men outside smiling knowingly when they saw you, but they bowed with their heads as you passed by them. You were the wife of the boss now. 

You heard the men laugh when they saw you could barely walk out of the study, hearing Lloyd

“Now, you all are going to pledge your allegiance to me” he demanded as you kept walking towards the kitchen to talk to the staff about the new order in the house

He was the boss now. And you were no longer the dutiful daughter, now you were the dutiful wife. 

I've wanted to write about the clit tickler for a while now, and I will do it again! muajaja

PART II IN HERE

[krirebr]

I Know I Should Know Better 1

Pairing: Curtis Everett x Female Reader, minor Colin Shea x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,873

Summary: Curtis has been working as your body guard for almost two years now. Standing by and watching you work and party your life away is becoming more and more difficult, but is there anything he can do about it?

Warnings: Angst, adult themes, minor age difference (not explicit in this part, but reader is mid-twenties and Curtis is early thirties), drinking, sex mention, exhibitionism (from unhappy observer's POV), explicit language, bad boyfriend, self-destructive behavior, anxiety, negative self-talk. The reader's having a bad time, you guys. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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A/N: Alright you guys, prepare yourselves for a lot of angst and a sloooow burn. The focus and goal of this story is definitely Curtis x Reader, but as it starts, Colin x Reader is the actual couple. This first part is in Curtis’s pov, but the plan is to alternate povs by chapter.

I hope you love this Curtis as much as I do. If you could let me know what you think with a comment or reblog, I'd appreciate it so much. Thank you for reading, lovelies! 💜

Curtis hated this job. 

The sounds of lewd moans and the repeated banging of a headboard hitting the wall filtered through the bedroom door into the common area of the large hotel suite. The new guy, Jensen, shifted uncomfortably in his chair at the small bar off the kitchenette, his eyes frequently cutting to the bedroom door.

“Just ignore it. It’s none of our business.” Curtis growled from his place at the island.

“Right. Sure,” Jensen nodded and just kept looking towards the room. Curtis rolled his eyes. He’d get used to it. 

The stylist and hair and makeup people were already set up in the 2nd bedroom. They’d been due to start 20 minutes ago. Michelle, your assistant, came careening out of that room and stopped dead in the center of the living room, locking eyes with Curtis. “We don’t have time for this!” she pleaded with him.

Curtis sighed and nodded and walked over to the bedroom. He banged on the door three times with the side of his fist bellowing, “Time to get going!” He really hated this job. 

“What the fuck???” cried a masculine voice from inside, quickly followed by your own uncontrollable giggles. 

Five minutes later, you finally came out dressed in a robe from the hotel, your hair all over the place. A man followed you, dressed only in his boxers. Colin. He’d been around for a few months. He was a rockstar, but in Curtis’s opinion, everyone was using that term loosely. He was in a band that was working on its sophomore album. Curtis only knew this because the guy wouldn't shut up about it. He wasn’t any worse than the other fuck boys you usually dated, but he certainly wasn’t the best of them either. Colin collapsed onto one of the loveseats, legs spread wide, and helped himself to the fresh fruit that was laid out on the coffee table.

“Ok!” you said when you got to the center of the room, hands on your hips, megawatt smile fully on display. It was always so blinding, even when he was annoyed with you, like now. “Where am I needed?”

“Go in there, please!” Michelle pointed. “We’re running so late!”

You just laughed. “Which is why you always build extra time into the schedule. Calm down, we’re fine.”

Curtis walked over to Colin and nudged one of his shoes with his own foot to get his attention. “Get dressed,” he growled. “It’s time for you to go.”

“Oh! He’s coming with us,” you said, just as you disappeared into the room, Michelle right on your heels.

Colin smirked obnoxiously up at him and wiggled his eyebrows. “Yeah,” he said, “I’m coming with you.”

“Fine,” Curtis gritted out. “I assume you’ll be wearing clothes when we leave?”

Colin stood up and slapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t you worry, Curty boy, I’ll get myself all pretty for you” and then went back into the main bedroom.

Curtis ran his hands down his face and stared up at the ceiling as he tried to calm himself. He hated this job. Maybe it was time to get into corporate security. Anything had to be better than this.

As he was thinking, Jensen cleared his throat behind him. “Is it always like this?”

“Yes,” he growled out without turning around, and then went to get an updated ETA from Michelle.

Curtis had been with you for almost two years now. Your team had brought him on during the stalking incident at the MTV Movie Awards. That situation had luckily been resolved quickly, but he'd stayed on after. 

On paper, the job was simple. Keep the house secure. Make sure strangers don't get close enough to touch you. Keep your parents as far away from you as possible. Always know the exits. Easy enough.

And he’d been surprised to find that he actually liked you. Outside of the clubs and parties, the VIP sections and private rooms. When you were easier to imagine as just a normal person. You weren’t as entitled as he’d expected. You worked hard and seemed to want to do a good job, even if you couldn’t keep to a schedule to save your life. Sometimes he felt like the wild streak was just something you put on, an obligation. But that was a ridiculous observation. He just worked for you. He didn’t actually know you.  

So it’d been a good job for a while, but at some point the balance between wild child and committed actress started to shift. And with that, the hours got longer, the entourage got bigger, the parties got wilder. The fuck boys got worse. It was taking its toll on him and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could do it.

Curtis was standing in the green room of the talk show, watching your interview on the large TV mounted on one wall. Tanya, your publicist, stood near him, her arms crossed and brow furrowed as she watched, while Michelle sat on the couch, going through emails, and Colin parked himself in front of the food that had been laid out, now on his third beer. 

“She’s stiff,” Tanya remarked to no one in particular.

“Yeah, cause you wouldn’t let her have any of that,” Colin said, gesturing with a piece of meat in his hand to the ice bucket full of alcoholic drinks on the coffee table. Tanya had instituted a strict ‘no substances before interviews’ policy after the last time you’d done Kimmel and the interview had gotten a little too loose.

“She’s doing fine,” Michelle said, without looking up from her computer, but Curtis had to agree with Tanya. You did seem stiff. Uncomfortable. But he knew it had more to do with the current topic than any external factors. They’d dedicated an entire segment to the show you were on as a kid. It’s what made you famous. You never really talked about it. Didn’t seem to like to, but it almost always came up in interviews. Sometimes you laughed through it and it was fine, but other times it was more like what was happening now. He wouldn’t say that he knew or understood you, but he could read you and right now he could see, under your smiles and giggles that would fool anyone who didn’t spend their days watching you, that you were coming apart at the seams. He prepped a text to Jensen, telling him to pull the car around and saved it so all he’d have to do was hit send. Then he just waited for the interminable interview to end, clenching and unclenching his fists as he watched you put all your energy into just getting through it. 

Finally the conversation wrapped up and the host threw to a commercial after announcing the next guest. Curtis sent the text, grabbed a bottle of water from the ice bucket, and was already almost through the door and into the hallway when Colin exclaimed, “What the fuck?! She was supposed to mention my tour!”

Curtis was sure there was some sort of reaction to that, but he wasn’t around to see it because you were already coming around the corner, being led by a PA. You locked eyes with him and as soon as you were close enough for him to hear, you whispered, “Get me the fuck out of here.” He nodded and herded you down the hall, around several corners, until you got to a little enclave under a set of stairs with several plush armchairs. 

“Jensen’s bringing the car around,” he said gently, handing you the water bottle he’d been holding. “We can go out the back way. But I figured you might want a few minutes by yourself first.” You nodded absently, clutching the bottle of water in both hands. “I’ll leave you alone, but I’ll be just over there if–”

“Can you stay?” you interrupted, gazing up at him with pleading eyes.

Surprised, he asked, “You want me to?”

You nodded again and said softly, “Please.”

“Ok. Of course I’ll stay.” 

You just stood there for a moment, gazing down the dark hallway in front of you before you finally said, “I don’t get why they always have to ask about it. It ended over ten years ago. Like, who fucking cares? And the show was shit anyway.”

Curtis just stood and watched you, not sure what you wanted him to say, if anything at all.

“Like, I was a kid. I wasn’t even any good, you know? I’m just so fucking tired of talking about it. I don’t know why anyone wants to talk about it. It’s not like I have any good stories. Nothing good happened.” You seemed to catch yourself there and cut a wary glance to Curtis then shook your head. “I told Tanya that I didn’t want to talk about it anymore. That I wouldn’t answer any more questions. And she said that was ‘unrealistic,’ so here we are.”

 Curtis let the silence carry for a moment, making sure you had nothing else to say, then, softly, "I'm really sorry you have to do that. That isn’t fair to you."

You looked up at him at that, something akin to shock on your face and you shook your head at him. “What? No. No, It’s fine. I’m– I’m being dumb. It’s not that big a deal. I’m just being ridiculous. Like always.”

He really hated it when you did that, wormed your way in and made him feel deep, unrelenting empathy for you. It’d been happening more and more often lately. He needed to get out. “I don’t think you’re being ridiculous.”

You just stared at him for several moments and for the first time in ages, he couldn’t read what was on your face. Finally, you shook yourself out of whatever had been happening and said, “We should really get going, shouldn’t we? Can we go? I’m just making everyone wait, like usual."

His hands itched to reach out to you, touch you, but you didn't need that right now. Maybe not ever. Not from him. So instead he nodded and said, "Yeah, we can go," letting Jensen and Michelle know you were on your way. 

"You're such a fucking asshole!" you yelled in the alley behind a club in West Hollywood, hours later. You were drunk. Very drunk. Curtis really hated this job.

"I didn't do anything!" Colin threw his arms up in exasperation. 

"She was in your fucking lap!"

Curtis was standing by the door for now, hoping he wouldn't have to hold you back. Or, he thought, as he watched you sway dangerously, hold you up. 

“She just sat down. What was I supposed to do? Push her off?”

“You certainly weren’t supposed to put your arms around her!” You were getting really worked up now and Curtis readied himself to intervene. Jensen was supposed to be bringing the car. Where the fuck was he?

“I was being nice to a fan!” Colin shouted when Curtis saw a light out of the corner of his eye at the mouth of the alley. When he turned to look, there was a man standing there with his phone out. Shit.

He walked along the wall of the building, trying not to draw attention to himself. Luckily you and Colin were providing plenty of distraction so he was able to get close and snatch the phone away before the man noticed him there.

“Hey!” he shouted. “That’s my personal property! You can’t do that.”

“Uh huh,” Curtis said as he stopped and permanently deleted the current video and went back into the man’s photos to check for anything else. There were two more videos and a smattering of pictures. He’d gotten the whole fight. You did not need that all over the internet tomorrow. He deleted it all and then handed the phone back to the man who’d been yelling and swearing the whole time. Curtis pulled himself up to his full height and loomed over him, then said, “I better not see you again. You have a good night.” He glared and waited for the man to back down and walk away then headed back to you. You and Colin were still screaming at each other, but the topic seemed to have shifted.

“You’re so fucking selfish, you know that?” Colin yelled at you. “I ask for one thing and you can’t even do that.”

“It was my job! I was there to promote my movie, not your failing tour!”

“You’re a fucking bitch,” Colin said, as Jensen finally pulled up in the SUV. Thank god, because every muscle in Curtis’s body wanted to lay the asshole out flat, and if he’d had to wait one more moment for the car, he might have. 

“Hey!” Curtis yelled. “That’s enough!” he said to Colin and then turned to you. “Are you ok?” You nodded, but brushed a tear away. Fucking asshole. Keeping his eyes on you he asked, “We’re going now. Is he coming with us?”

“No!” you snarled. “Definitely not.” He nodded and opened the back door of the car.

“You’re just going to leave me here?” Colin pouted. “What the hell am I supposed to do?”

“I don’t care!” You yelled over your shoulder as you got in the car. “Get a goddamn Uber!”

Curtis was about to check in with you one more time, but you’d already slid to the other side of the car and were now staring out the window, so he shut the door and got into the front seat with Jensen. 

You were quiet on the hour long drive back to your house. Curtis looked back frequently to make sure you hadn’t passed out, but you were just staring out the window as the city zoomed by. He let you be while he conversed softly with Jensen about the rest of the night and the agenda for tomorrow.

When they got to your house and Curtis opened the car door for you, you looked up at him, surprised. “Hey,” he said quietly, “we’re here.” 

You didn’t really respond, just kept looking at him for a few minutes. Then your gaze shifted to your back door and your lip quivered. “You’re coming in, right?”

He stifled a sigh. He was really hoping he’d be able to get away with just dropping you off tonight, maybe doing a quick walk-through to convince you all was well and then finally taking off. It’d been such a long day. But instead, he nodded. “Yeah, I’m coming in.”

Jensen poked his head out the driver’s side window as Curtis helped you out. “Do you want me to wait?” he asked.

Curtis shook his head. “No, it’s late. You go ahead and put the car away and take off. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Jensen nodded and gave him a quick wave. 

Curtis guided you inside and turned on the lights. He checked your security panel to make sure everything was as it should be and then guided you to the kitchen. “You want something to eat?” he asked and you nodded. He wasn’t used to you being this quiet and it was throwing him off.

He went to the fridge and pulled out one of the dinners your housekeeper had left for you. He threw it in your microwave and then grabbed you a glass of water.

“I’m so tired,” you said.

“I know,” he said, “you can eat this and then go right to bed.”

“No,” you shook your head, “that’s not–” You frowned but didn’t say anything else, just placidly looked around yourself.

The microwave beeped and he took your food out, putting the dish and a fork in front of you.

Staring into your living room, you said, “I kind of hate this house.”

He had no idea what to say to that. He looked through your open plan first floor. Everything was gray and glass. Fresh flowers on multiple surfaces made it seem slightly less empty, but he’d always thought it felt cold. Cavernous. “You could move.”

You just hummed and turned to your food. You ate a few bites and drank some water. Just as he was gearing up to tell you goodnight and get out of there, you looked him dead in the eye and said “I think you might be the only person who actually cares what I want.”

The shock that flooded his system must have registered on his face, because you immediately started backpedaling. “Sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so out of it. Just ignore me. I’m fine. Just ignore me.” He whispered your name and you shook your head. “No, you’re right. I should go to bed. I’m sorry. Goodnight Curtis.” And with that you got up and went upstairs to your bedroom, leaving him dumbfounded, standing alone in the middle of your kitchen. 

After a few minutes he pulled himself together, put your leftovers in the fridge and your glass in the dishwasher. He turned off all the lights and let himself out.   

He paused on your step and leaned his head against your door.

He really fucking hated this job.

But he knew he’d never be able to quit.

Part Two

[jessybarnes]

Insatiable

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader 

Rating: 18+ Only

Tags: SMUT, fluff, slight angst...like you'll have to squint to see it, oral fixation, oral sex, squirting, multiple orgasms, scratching, spanking, slight dom Chris, unprotected sex, face riding, language, nipple play, choking, hair pulling, and I believe that's it. 

Word Count: 2,136

Beta: T. Thompson 

Title Card: Yours Truly 

Written for: One of my besties. She saw a TikTok of Chris wiping his beard with his hand and her reaction was "Imagine him doing that after going down on you." And thus led to me writing this filthy one shot. Enjoy my fellow sinners. ;)

A/N: I did have a title card on this, but it's too explicit for tumblr's guidelines. If you would still like to see it let me know and I'll send it to you a different way. My apologies that I can't post it here.

"Thank god this day's almost over," you mumbled to yourself, kicking the door shut behind you.

It had definitely been one hell of a day. You slept through your alarm, traffic made you even later to work, you spilled your morning coffee all over your new jacket, and to top it all off you dropped your phone into a puddle. Yeah, today could fuck right the hell off. 

You tossed your car keys into the bowl on the table by the door and kicked your heels off. All you wanted to do was take a long hot bath and cuddle with your boyfriend.

It felt too good to be true whenever you remembered you were in a romantic relationship with a famous actor, but here you were, living the dream.

Chris Evans bumped into you on the sidewalk, catching you before you hit the ground, nearly two years ago. It was like one of those sappy rom coms. Guy runs into the girl, the guy catches the girl as she literally falls for him, the girl gives him her number, and they live happily ever after.

You still couldn't believe Chris fucking Evans was interested in you, but you thanked fate that he continued to be the one you woke up to every morning. 

"Honey? Is that you?"

His smooth Boston accent echoed through the house bringing you back to reality.

"Yeah, baby, it's me."

You draped your jacket over the back of the couch and headed up the stairs to your shared bedroom.

"Come here. I wanna show you so-." Chris stopped mid-sentence, a letter opener hanging loosely from his lips.

You stood in the doorway and raised an eyebrow quizzically. "What? Is there something on my face?"

He blinked slowly, dragging his eyes from your curled hair to your red button-up blouse, the form-fitting pencil skirt hugging your hips, and finally down to your bare feet.

"Fuck, I swear I'm the luckiest man in the goddamn universe."

He climbed off the bed and stalked toward you, a primal hunger in his stormy blue eyes. You didn't have a chance to respond, he was on you in seconds.

Chris slammed his mouth against yours in a bruising kiss, one of his large hands making its way up the back of your neck and into your hair.

"Baby," your hands rested against his chest, "what's gotten into you?"

He smirked against your lips. "Nothin', sweetheart. However, there's gonna be something in you here in a minute." He gave you a sinful wink.

"Christopher!" You shook your head and swatted his shoulder playfully.

He chuckled, trailing kisses along your neck while attempting to unbutton your shirt. "Can't blame me when you look like this…so fuckin' pretty, baby. Just wanna taste you."

Chris growled impatiently, "goddamn buttons…fuck it!" He ripped the thin fabric easily, scattering them in all different directions.

"Ah! Hey! That was my favorite shirt, ya know." You tried to sound angry, but the way he continued to kiss and lick at your pulse point made your voice breathy.

"I'll buy you another one. Shit, I'll buy you two hundred if you'll let me fuck your sweet pussy with my mouth." 

You let out a sinful moan, hands fisting in his short blonde hair as he kissed down your chest. "Oh, god…yes, fuck yes, please whatever you wanna do to me…'m yours."

Chris unzipped your skirt with his teeth, and you felt yourself getting wetter by the second. He pulled it down your legs and helped you step out of it, leaving you in just your white lace bra and panty set. It was one of his favorites and you didn't miss the low groan he made.

His eyes drank you in, a needy whimper falling from your lips. "Please touch me…"

Chris wet his lips, sliding his calloused hands up your thighs to your ass. "Oh, princess, I'm gonna do way more than touch you."

He pushed your legs apart, licking and sucking love bites into your inner thighs.

"Fuck, oh my god, baby please… please I-I need more… Chris, I need more!"

He gave a warning slap to your ass, his mouth continuing its assault just shy of where you wanted him the most. "I'll decide what you need, Y/N." 

Your hand gripped the door frame and you bit your lip as he pushed your panties to the side.

"Jesus, sugar…fuckin' soaking wet. Can't wait to have you come apart over and over again just from my mouth. Wanna hear you make those pretty sounds. Love the way you scream my name, baby."

You swore his words alone could make you come. It was no secret that Chris loved going down on you, and he was damn good at it too.

"Please…"

He finally gave in, hooked your right leg over his shoulder, and held you still as he delved his tongue between your folds.

"Oh-my-fu-! Chris!"

He moaned, his tongue moving back and forth between your clit to your hole expertly. You tried to roll your hips but his grip on you held you right where he wanted you. Chris dipped his tongue inside you, your legs beginning to shake as he devoured you.

"Oh, fuck….fuck-fuck-fuck! Chris! Feels so good! So fuckin' good…please don't stop!"

He slapped your ass again, moving back to wrap his lips around your clit.

"Oh, shit! Oh, shit I'm gonna cum...gonna-cum-oh-my-god!"

Chris locked eyes with you, his tongue flicking your sensitive bud, and the moment he took it between his teeth you lost it. The coil of arousal inside you snapped like a rubber band. He groaned, taking everything you gave him until it got to be too much and you pushed him away.

"Mmm, can never get enough of you, honey. Taste so fuckin delicious." 

Chris stood up and carried you to the bed, laying you down gently on the duvet. "Gonna need you to do that again for me, Y/N. M'still not satisfied."

You looked up at him with wide eyes, "Baby, I… I don't think I can do that again. M'too sensitive."

He got down on his knees and hooked his arms under your thighs pulling you to the edge of the bed. "Oh, I bet you can, doll. Bet you can give me at least three more."

"Three?! Chris, I don't think th-holyfuckingshit!"

He brought his head back between your legs and shoved his tongue inside of you while his hands pinned your hips to the bed.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! OH, FUCK! Chris! Chris, baby, please… please I- oh-my-god yes, right there!"

The combination of his thumb on your clit, his tongue reaching places inside you that you didn't know existed, and his beard hair rubbing against your skin made your vision go white. Your back arched off the bed, the sheets tangling between your fingers as you felt your release gush onto the bed. 

Chris stood and lay next to you, pulling you on top of him as he watched you gasp for breath. "That was the hottest fuckin' thing I've ever seen you do, Y/N. Fuck, I almost came in my pants like a teenage boy."

He lifted his hips, his jean-covered cock brushing your clit making you shiver. "Feel that? Feel how fuckin' hard my cock is, princess? Just wanna fuck you into this mattress and fill you full of my cum."

"Please," you whimpered, "do it, baby. Want you to fuck me so bad."

He kissed you sweetly, the taste of you still on his lips. "Oh, I plan to, sweetheart. I'm gonna fuck you on every piece of furniture in this house, but first," he tapped your left leg, "I want you to sit on my face."

Your moan put every porn star to shame, as you positioned yourself over his head. "Chris, are you sure about this? I mean, how're you gonna breathe?"

He chuckled, "listen, sugar, if I die from having the best thing I've ever tasted smothering my face then oh well. I'll die happy."

Chris didn't waste another second, any rational argument you had disappeared as he pulled you down against his open mouth.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ! Baby, it's too much! Fuck, I can't...I, oh, shit… shit, fuck, oh, GOD!" 

Chris lifted you off him, giving you a brief moment to breathe. "Princess, now that I know you can squirt, I'm hooked. So, you're gonna be a good girl and do it again. Understand?"

You let out a strangled cry as he resumed his assault on your soaked pussy.

"Ch-Chris! Baby, I-..."

Your hands fisted in your hair as your legs shook violently, his hands gripping your ass like a lifeline. The hot spark of arousal coursed through you, straight to your core like a lightning bolt. Chris dipped his tongue into your soaked hole, spreading your wetness to your clit before doing it all over again.

"Oh, baby, just like that...fuck please… please, don't stop! Shit, right there! Oh, fuck right there, oh-my-god- I'm- Chris I'm cumming…Oh my g-CHRIS!"

If he wasn't holding you up you would have collapsed. The force of your third orgasm coated Chris’s face with your release. 

Once you were able to gather your bearings again, Chris had already stripped the rest of his clothes off and was kissing you like he needed you to survive. He cradled you in his arms and hovered over you, smiling at your blissed-out state.

"You alright there, honey?"

You nodded, licking your lips and staring up at the smug look on his face.

"Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I just made you squirt twice with my mouth alone. Pretty impressive, right?"

You giggled and booped his nose. "Very impressive, indeed. Sometimes I think they really did give you that super soldier serum."

He laughed and kissed your lips. "Mmm, I dunno...maybe they did. I think," he pressed his thick cock against your entrance, "we should find out."

You bit your lip. "Show me what you got, Cap." 

Chris buried himself inside you in one smooth motion, both of you moaning loudly. "Christ, sugar, you hear how fuckin' wet you are? Can feel you squeezin' me…fuck. I know you got one more baby. Gimme one more. Wanna feel you soak my cock."

Your eyes rolled back in your head when he pulled out and slammed back in, the feeling of your velvet walls spurring him on. Chris set a brutal pace, fucking you hard and deep, and when the blunt head of his cock hit your spot you screamed.

"Chris! Chris, oh my god! Fuckkk! Harder baby! Don't stop!"

His big hands pulled the white lace of your bra down exposing your tits. He wrapped his lips around one nipple, his fingers rolling the other one deliciously.

"Fuckin' perfect, Y/N…so fuckin' beautiful. Seein' you writhe under me, knowin' I make you feel this good, god baby you're a dream. I know you're close, love. The way your pussy's gripping me like a vice, mmm it's so fuckin' good. C'mon, baby. Come for me, come all over my cock, Y/N." 

His thrusts were relentless, and the moment his right hand wrapped around your throat you dug your nails into his back.

"That's it, fuck, yeah, that's it. Shit, baby, I'm gonna cum...gonna fill you up, sweetheart. Let go, pretty girl. Fuck! Gonna cu-AH!"

Chris came hard, thick ropes of cum coating your walls, just as you felt yourself come all over him, yourself, and the bedsheets. You couldn't move if you tried, your limbs felt like jelly and your breaths came in pants.

Chris trailed a string of open-mouthed kisses from your chest, along your neck, and finally planted a chaste one on your lips. "Baby, you're incredible. Fuck, that was amazing…"

He slowly pulled out of you and grabbed his t-shirt from the floor. "I'll be gentle, honey."

He was mindful of how sensitive you were as he slowly cleaned you up. Once he was finished, he scooped you up and carried you to the living room. He sat down on the couch and held you close to his chest, stroking your hair.

"Mmm, love you, Chris."

He tilted your head back and kissed you sweetly. "I love you too, honey."

You nuzzled into the crook of his neck and sighed happily. "M'gonna sleep right here, kay?"

He laughed and ran his fingertips down your back lightly. "Alright, baby. I'm waking you up in an hour though."

"Why?" You groaned.

Chris rested his hand on your ass and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Well, I figured we'd start on the couch, then move to the dining room table, and end the night with you on the kitchen counter."

You rolled your eyes, pulling back to give him an incredulous look.

You're insatiable.

[harryistheonlyoneforme]

Chris and Reader public sex maybe? Bonus points if they get caught👀

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Deep moans fall from both Chris’s and YN’s lips as he slips inside her from behind, bottoming out in one smooth thrust. Almost immediately he has to drop his head onto her shoulder, feeling his cock already start to twitch inside of her. She’s watching him closely in the mirror, smirk forming on her face at how gone he is already.

“No, fuck,” he whines, squeezing his eyes shut as she moves her hips against him, teasing him. “Already fuckin’ ruining me, give me a minute,” he breathes, his Boston accent getting thicker as he strains to stave off his orgasm. Hands tight on her hips, he holds her still as she continues torturing him, and he’s considering just pulling out and cumming on her ass and leaving her to finish herself off as punishment but she feels to fucking good to leave right now.

“The whole point of a quickie is that we’re quick, I don’t care if you don’t last just fuck me,” she rushes, her brattiness pissing Chris off and making him even more gone for her all at the same time. She presses her hands onto the sink in front of her and tries to use it as leverage to fuck herself on his cock, smiling to herself when he chokes on another moan.

He’s had enough, gathering his bearings before removing one hand from her hip to bring it to her neck, pulling her upper body to him. His lips are right next to her ear as he pulls out slowly just to slam into her with so much force that a surprised moan falls from her lips and her hands flail to grip the counter tighter.

A dark hum rumbles deep in his chest as he repeats the action, gauging her reaction. “I think you forgot who’s in charge here,” he teases, applying pressure on either side of her neck with his one hand.

Her eyes have already taken purchase in the back of her head, her mouth wide open as he picks up his pace, the leaking head of his cock ramming her g spot with each thrust. She’s unable to form a single thought, the only thing occupying her mind is the feeling of him fucking her so perfectly, managing to render her speechless in mere seconds.

“Look at that,” he coos condescendingly, not letting up on his thrusts. “All that talk and now you’re all cockdrunk for me. Dumb little baby just needed to be put in her place, hm?” he teases, now using his grip on her throat as leverage to fuck her deeper. The sound of skin slapping fills the restroom and they’re both certain that they can be heard from outside but Chris doesn’t care, his thrusts unrelenting.

Her moans increase tenfold when he manages to graze her cervix, her legs starting to shake beneath her as her orgasm builds deep in her belly. It’s like a third sense to him at this point, and he lets go of her throat just to press her face into the cool counter in front of her, once again using both hands on her hips as leverage. His thrusts get much harder as he knows that is what will get her there, and he’s just watching where they’re connected, her wetness starting to drip down the both of their thighs.

“That’s it, princess. Take my cock just like you were made to,” he grits, his thrusts getting sloppy as his orgasm approaches once again. “Cum for me, and I’ll give you what you need,” just then there’s a loud knock on the bathroom door, angry swears following the sound.

YN makes an effort to have at least some remorse and quiet down but it’s so hard when he melts all thoughts in her brain. She’s about to tell him to give up and they can finish at home when he doubles his efforts, seemingly reading her mind. “Uh uh. You’re almost there, and I’m not stopping until you soak my fuckin’ cock. You can do it, just cum all over my cock and I’ll fill you up,” he encourages. It’s like a switch flips in her mind, and she’s immediately taking advantage of her permission to cum, her tight channel locking down onto his cock and keeping him inside her as she cums with a loud cry of his name.

Neither of them are surprised when they hear liquid dripping onto the floor as the result, her cum dripping down her legs and even into her shoes. She’s honestly quite embarrassed that he can ruin her this way, but the thoughts are overpowered by the fog that’s filled her brain. He can feel the evidence of her orgasm dripping onto his fancy shoes as she overloads his senses and he can’t hold his off any longer. He cums with an animalistic groan, filling her to the brim with his orgasm and warming her from the inside.

The knocking continues, the person on the other side of the door threatening to call the police if they don’t come out right now. Once again, he ignores them, holding her close to him as she twitches with the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm. When she’s all settled he pulls out gently, and he can see his cum stating to drip out of her. He can’t resist spreading her a little bit further and squatting down to be eye level with her sensitive pussy.

A bold lick between her swollen lips makes her whine in overstimulation but she doesn’t move away, she stays put until he’s had his fill, and then he’s standing up to grab some paper towels to clean her legs, leaving the mess on the floor. He adjusts her dress and fixes his clothes as best he can before they’re walking out of the bathroom.

The look on Chris’s face is nothing short of smug as they exit, making direct eye contact with who he assumes is the man who’d been banging on the door, and by the disgusted look on his face he knew it was. He lets YN walk a little ahead of him as he stops to look the man in the eye. “Might want to get someone in there to clean that up,” he tells him, watching in amusement as his face falls at the meaning of his words.

~

[jklcvs]

Steve Rogers One shot - Ignored

My first ever fic, it's a little short. Not proof read so I apologise if there are any mistakes. Thank you for reading!

Also not my gif, credits to the creator.

warnings: fluff, slightly suggestive at the end but not really?, just Steve being cute and reader being a little mad but it all ends well, or does it?

I'm laying in my bed, exhausted after coming from the Med bay, after being treated by Helen for a small injury from the mission this morning. "What on earth were you thinking?" Steve asks sternly walking in after knocking twice and not receiving a response from me If he could ignore me then I could too. he looks down at my bandaged arm "I was saving your ass" I respond, slightly annoyed that he only talks to me when I'm injured. He's made it his life mission to ignore me over the past few days, now he's going to speak to me?. "I don't need saving, I need all of you safe and right now I can't see that you're safe when you have a cut on your arm and it's huge" Steve says crossing his arms as he now glares slightly.

"Why do you even care? you didn't give a shit in the past few weeks" I say feeling bitter. All Steve does in response is sigh and sit beside me "Is this what this is about? you're showing me attitude because I was busy?" He asks making me narrow my eyes "busy? you were busy?" I ask in disbelief "being busy does not involve talking to every other team member, laughing with them and completely ignoring my existence, Steve" I say frustrated

"I was not ignoring you" Steve says simply staring at me, slightly uncomfortable that I caught on to his actions "yeah? so you just happened to be too busy to even talk to me but you can have a whole movie night with Bucky, a night out with Natasha and Bruce drinking in a bar? but you can't even say a simple hello to me?" I reply almost getting louder

"Look, I'm sorry, okay. I didn't think I was ignoring you" Steve tries to apologise "don't bother if you're just going to keep doing it, Steve" I say quietly. He stares at me, feeling guilty before taking my hand and stroking it lightly with his thumb "I wasn't ignoring you because I didn't want to talk to you... you just make me feel weird and I can't get a word out when you look at me. I feel as though you're too pretty to talk to, too beautiful to even look at. I feel like I can't look at you without wanting to take your lips in between mine, I can't talk to you without wanting to wrap my arms around your waist" He explains softly, my eyes widening as I listen to each of his words. "So you're ignoring me because you like me?" I ask not wanting to take longer "...yes" he answers before cupping my face "I... know I've not been the best to you in these past few days but... could I kiss you?" He asks with a shy smile, eyes full of admiration causing my throat to dry up as I try to come up with an answer but end up nodding.

Steve leans in, his lips instantly taking mine in between his as his right hand leaves my face and goes to my waist, his head tilting slightly to deepen the kiss. He pulls back slowly before looking into my eyes with a loving gaze "I want to try" he says. I look at him confused "try? try what?" I ask but Steve simply smiles "I want to try and make it up to you, would you like to go on a date with me?" He asks as my face reddens "a date? like an actual date? or a friends date?" I ask not believing he'd want to go on a real date with me

"A real date, where I take you out to enjoy ourselves before bringing you back home, taking you to your room, kissing you goodnight and then leaving." He says but continues "but then coming back to your room and then giving you the time of your life, sweetheart" he whispers the last part in my ear, his lips touching the tip of my ear causing me to shiver slightly as he leaves a kiss and then pulls away with a smirk.

[chxrryhansen]

ohmygod!! i know this isn’t even for a prompt but it got me thinking… clubowner!ari😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

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imagine your at a club with your friends, one of the biggest in the city, your waiting at the bar to pay for a round of drinks, you go to hand your card over to the bartender.

“it’s on the house.” he says while he wipes down the bar with a rag, you look at him puzzled “is it a night special or something? i didn’t see anything about free drinks on the poster outside…” you begin yet he’s already scuttling off to take a couples orders.

you reach for the tray of shots when you feel a large hand on your shoulder, you spin around in shock ready to fight off any unwanted men. you pause having to look up to catch the mans face.

his 6’5 form towers over your much smaller figure, dressed in a dark purple suit and tie, his pearly blues shining in the colourful lights looking down at you, his dark beard covering most of his face and his long curtains framing his godly sculpted face.

you shortly snap out of it as his leather gloved hand squeezes your arm “c-can i help you, sir?” you stammered.

he laughs “not even a thankyou, sweetheart? i thought you’d have better manners than that.” he teases, his rough voice sending shivers down your spine. you stutter as you try to find your words, seeming as their lodged in the back of your throat.

“i’m kidding, name’s ari…you gonna’ give me the curtesy of knowing yours or you just gonna’ keep starin’ at me with those pretty eyes?”

“a-ari as in… levinson?” you question in awe, ari’s name was known around your streets, the most notorious club owner to exist, 70% of clubs in the city all belonging to him, more money under his belt than the government itself.

he shakes his head gently with a smirk “why don’t you come with me.” almost as if your in a trance, you begin to trail behind him without hesitation.

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[elrw24]

Rainy Mornings

Pairings: Chris Evans x Wife! Reader

Word Count: 647

A/N: 18+ Reader, Smut, Morning Sex

Summary: Chris’ POV of a rainy morning with his wife.

Chris POV

The thunder wakes me up and I look over at the clock and it’s 6:00am. The room feels exceptionally dark on rainy days and I look over at Y/N and she’s sleeping facedown, using her forearm as her pillow and her face in my direction. Her curls are wildly covering the top of her head, her lips looking pouty. I can’t help but stare at her features and just smile. How did I get so lucky to have this angel as my wife? The thunder startles her a bit out of her slumber and she reaches for me and puts her arm across my chest and her leg over my waist. She puts her face into my neck and she inhales and kisses me lightly on my neck. I wrap my arm around her shoulder and lean down to kiss her forehead. “Morning sunshine.” She smiles up, “Hi, you sound like you’ve been awake for a while.” He chuckles, “Thunder has had me up for a while, I’ve been just laying here.” She sighs, “It’s early, let’s go back to sleep.” As she pets my chest hair and as I do every morning I immediately want to bury myself in her until it’s time to get up. “I have something better in mind, come warm up my dick babe” You start to grab her hips and pull her on you, she looks so beautiful over me. Her curls making her look like a lion, her eyes still a bit puffy from sleeping, her lips smiling down. She has one of my T-shirts on, only. I lift the t-shirt off of her, she leans down and pulls my boxers down, and she leans down to pet my beard before kissing all over my face. With her other hand she reaches between us and grabs my dick from the base and runs the tip of my dick through her wet folds. She finally brings me to her entrance and sits herself all the way down until I’m fully in her. We both sigh and groan at the same time, she’s so wet and warm like she always is. She looks down at me as we hear the rain and she puts her hands on my chest, she looks down and starts moving her hips in the slowest rhythm. I grab her hips and pull her hips back and forth, while she runs her hands up her own body and towards her nipples. She gently pinches her nipples and moans when I squeeze her ass. She parts her lips and sighs, “I love you, Chris” and she reaches down and runs her fingers through my hair as she kisses me lazily. I sit up so we’re facing each other and she continues to ride me. I run my fingers into the back of her head and with my other hand reach down between us and rub my thumb on her bundle of nerves. She moans into my mouth and I can feel her tighten around my dick. I groan with the sensation of this beautiful pussy wrapped around my dick. She starts to ride me harder as I rub her clit faster and she grabs the hair on the nape of my neck and throws her head back, “Omg, papi…” I continue to rub her clit and now I’m getting closer to reaching my climax and I can feel her tighten around me again and I know we’re about to reach it together. I kiss her neck and say, “let go, baby”. She squeezes my shoulders with her hands and she moans my name again as I release hot spurts into her warmth. I throw myself back and she falls on top of me. “Stay on top of me baby, keep it all inside of you.” She sleepily looks up and snuggles her face into my neck again and says, “let’s sleep a little longer before the little one wakes up in like 2 hours.”

[haleyboook]

Christmas cheer pt.3

warnings: none

word count: 3,211

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December 24th: Christmas Eve and party-

The sound of tiny stomping feet wakes me as I open my eyes confused, the door to his childhood bedroom pops open quickly

Three of his nephews and his niece come running toward the bed. I go to brace for impact as they scale the bed

Little knees hit my stomach and Chris groans in pain as tiny elbows and knees dig into his stomach and side

“Uncle chris! Uncle Chris!”

They poke his face as his niece, Stella pokes at my cheek smiling widely

I smile to her saying “Merry Christmas Eve miss Stella.”

She chuckles saying “Grandma said to wake you because breakfast is ready.”

I look to Chris as his nephews wrestle around with him as the older one rifles through the drawers in the room

“Hey. Quit snooping through my things.” He pushes the drawer shut saying “Tell grandma we’ll be down in ten.”

Stella asks “How do you make your face so pretty? Can I do your makeup?”

“Of course you can. Find me tonight after dinner. You can do my makeup.”

Stella quickly whispers to me “Uncle Chris has stinky breath.”

I laugh and nod saying “He does doesn’t he?”

I sit up, lifting her onto the comforter at my feet saying “how about you save me a spot at the table. I just need to change.”

“Okay.”

Chris looks to miles saying “I expect a spot beside you bud.”

Miles and Stella remain as the only two niece or nephews that haven’t ran off yet

They both nod in agreement as Chris kisses the top of my head and I say “She’s right, you need to brush your teeth babe. That beer last night gave you stinky breath.”

The two kids grow into a fit of giggles as Chris gasps saying “I beg to differ!”

He kisses me and I lean into him and bite at his lip as I push out of his grasp “Brush ‘em please.”

He laughs saying “Fine. Fine.. I’m going.”

The two kids leave the room shortly after and I follow Chris into the bathroom, picking right back up on our domestic routine

We move through the bathroom like we would at home. Handing and moving around each other with ease

He holds out both our toothbrushes as I squeeze the contents of the paste onto the bristles

I drop the tube and grab my purple toothbrush, I pull the brush through my hair, handing it to him seconds later as he pushes the faucet on

He looks to me as he finally realizes and watches how well we’ve developed together

How smoothly and easy this is

Like we don’t even inconvenience each other. It’s not always like this but it is right now, we’re a team and he’s staring at me in awe

My eyebrows scrunch in confusion as I stare at his reflection in the mirror “something on your mind?”

He spits his toothpaste out, at least a minute after me and smiles saying “No. I’m just really happy.”

I smile to him as my hands press to his cheek “Have you taken the Russo brothers up on that suggestion?”

He exhales slowly in response as he melts into my hand saying “Of course I have. The beard is making a comeback.”

My smile grows contagious as he grins widely, his teeth finally showing as his smile widens

“I love you. Have I told you that lately?”

“It never gets old, babe. I love you too.”

“Good. Expect me to never give up saying it.”

I pull away from his grasp as his hand remains pressed to my waist as my hand drops from his cheek “I should wash my face.”

I lean towards the water, rinsing my face then scrubbing in my face wash and rinsing it off

His hand slides across my waist and wraps around me as the other arm cages together with the other

His lips press to my shoulder as I laugh I crack into a fit of laughter as he continues to move his lips across my skin

“Chris.” The words barely leave my lips as I exhale with them

“I know. We should go downstairs..”

But his grip around me says otherwise

His foot kicks the door shut as I slip from his hold

I shriek in laughter as he spins back towards me, charging towards me

He grows risky quickly as his hands pick at the buttons of my top and I shake my head saying “This is your childhood home.”

“I’m an adult.” He admits as he gives each other distance. Not much but some

I smile and say “She’ll send the kids back up if we don’t go down. How did we even end up back up here? I know I fell asleep downstairs.”

“I carried you to bed. At like 3 am. It was just Scott and a couple of the cousins that stuck it out. All the couples had gone back to their rooms.”

“Oh. Well my back and I bet your back thank you.” I smile as I squeeze his shoulder as I leave the room

He follows shortly after me as we walk down the hall and find out what the family is up to. And much to my surprise it’s more chaotic than I’ve ever seen it

There’s an influx of people I’ve never seen and Chris pushes me forward saying “I’m starving, come on.”

My eyes jolt around to all the new faces and influx of Christmas decor everywhere. Waiting to be hung up or presented somewhere

Chris hands me a plate and I look towards Lisa as she seems overwhelmed during her conversation with a few women and Scott and Ryan.

“What is all this?”

“Christmas Eve party. I told you about that, didn’t I?”

I look towards him saying “I don’t think so. All of this? How many people does your family host?”

Chris shrugs saying “Let’s just say it’s a packed house. Mom knows everyone. You’ll get to meet my dad tonight. He’ll be here with his girlfriend. Mom will be as far away from his as possible, as usual.”

“Okay. I don’t have the guest list memorized. I don’t know who I’m meeting. You told me I’d be meeting your immediate family. I only know their names.”

He laughs as he bites into his toast and shakes his head. I eat a bite of the French toast and sigh saying “It’s not funny. I don’t want to mess up their names. That’s rude.”

“They’ve never met you, and you’ve never met them. I’ll introduce you to each. I promise, and then you can memorize their names you weirdo.” He kisses my hand and drops it onto his knee a second later as he smushes the egg with two pieces of toast

Lisa can cook. This is really good

“Your mom looks stressed.” I admit as I look to her. Her hands hold up her hair as her face looks distressed

“Yeah. She gets like this every year.”

“And you don’t help her?” I ask

“Of course we help her. She gets overwhelmed regardless.”

I purse my lips as I smile saying “We never had big scale holidays like this. Half the time my sisters barely made it home. When I was a kid we’d go into town for a nice dinner, and walk the streets for Christmas lights. And my dad would read the night before Christmas when we got home.”

“It was just the three of you?”

I nod saying “Yeah. My sisters were in college and had friends and boyfriends. They followed them home for the holidays.”

He nods saying “I see. What’d you do last Christmas?”

My smile drains from my face as I stab at my plate of food and I clear my throat saying “Oh just.. hung around.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s pretty self explanatory isn’t it?”

He shakes his head saying “I know we were friends then but what were you up to?”

“Well, I had a script sent to me a week or two prior so I was running those lines and I had a nice takeout dinner sent to my apartment and I watched Christmas movies over a bottle of wine or two.”

His eyes widen as I cough and try to move onto a different topic “Anyway-”

“Hold on. You didn’t spend the holidays with your family?”

Sighing I say “It doesn’t matter alright? I spent New Years with a beautiful man though. That was my favorite holiday by a long shot.”

My hand grazes his cheek as I smile and he says “So for thanksgiving this year, you went to your sisters?”

Nodding I say “Yep. Had a great time seeing her and the kids.”

He exhaled as he says “You told me you went to your other sisters place.”

I groan saying “Chris why does it matter?”

“Because you spent that holiday alone. I should’ve been with you.”

“I wasn’t alone. I had Dodger. And a large bottle of wine.”

He shakes his head saying “Why is your family so distant?”

“It’s how we were raised. I never had anything like this. It’s really cool you have this. I get why you love it here so much.” I smile to him and feel warmth radiate as he hugs me saying “Any holiday, any year, you’re welcome here. With me.”

He kisses me and Scott scoffs saying “Gross. I’m trying to drink my spiked coffee in peace.”

Chris looks to Scott saying “Did you know she spent Thanksgiving alone this year?”

“She finally told you that?”

I glare at Scott and Chris scoffs saying “Seriously?”

“Scott stayed with me until 1:30 that day. I bought his first class ticket to Boston.”

“Why wasn’t I told? I would’ve brought you with me and—"

“My sister was gonna call and my mom was thinking she might’ve stopped by… it was complicated.”

Scott rolls his eyes saying “They’re flakes. I don’t know why she gives them the time of day.”

“They never did those things?”

I sigh saying “You’re really bringing down the Christmas cheer here, bucko. I’d like to not think about the holidays I spent alone.”

He nods saying “you’re going to love the things my family has planned today. It’s going to be your best Christmas Eve yet, y’know.”

I shake my head as my grin widens “I’m ready to be woo’d.”

Lisa squeezes my shoulders saying “Scott says you’re an amazing cook. I could use another set of hands. Do you mind?”

“Of course. Where do you need me?”

I stand up and follow her to the kitchen as Scott says “You should know by now that her family is the worst.”

“I was thinking you’d help me with the appetizer prep. I’m scrambling around like a frying egg. God I’m nervous.”

She pushes the cookbook stand in both our eye sight and says “I was thinking we’d start on the dips. They need to be refrigerated for at least a couple hours.”

“Okay. That’s do-able.”

Chris watches me as I cook and watch his mom and sisters interact. I smile and he looks towards Carly willing her to get his girlfriend to join them

“Mom did you show y/n your famous bread yet?”

“Bread?” I ask

“It’s twisted brioche. It’s my great grandmothers recipe. I have it rising right now. I think we could steal a peek.”

She motions for me to walk over and I watch as she lifts the towel off the dish and I see the bread that looks gigantic already

I smile and say “It looks great.”

“Thank you. We have it every Christmas Eve dinner. My grandmother used to put a bay leaf in one slice and whoever got it was deemed to have the best Christmas. It’s a cheesy tradition but it stuck.”

Carly complains “I’ve personally never gotten it. But Scott’s had it four different years. Shanna’s had it twice. Chris has had it like eight times.” She laughs and I chuckle saying “Of course he has.”

Chris looks to his mom and sees her actually getting along with the woman he plans to propose to. And he feels relief

“I’m gonna go shower. I’ll be down by the time we need to head out for shopping.”

I look towards him quickly, slightly confused why he’s abandoning me like this. Scott sits at the barstools and smirks saying “I think y/n needs to shower too. You two are going to have to share like last night.”

My eyes pop to Scott as I turn flushed. Chris smacks the side of his brothers head saying “You and I both know you’re only starting shit.”

Scott laughs and Chris excuses himself as the conversation in the kitchen turns sour. Lisa teases “We have quite a few other bathrooms if you’d prefer to shower without Chris.”

My skin grows a darker red in embarrassment as I feel heat cover my arms and cheeks

Scott says “I was just joking mom. y/n can’t handle the temperature of Chris’s shower so she had to use mine anyway. His is still stuck at that scorching temperature.”

I stare at him as he tries to remedy the situation he created but all it created was tension and silence

And I just go back to making the many dips I’ve been left in charge of. Slowly making my way through the list

Onion dip, spinach dip, sweet dip, and salsa.

Once I finish Scott helps me carry them to the outside fridge.

I hit him the second the fridge closes and groan saying “You just can’t let me have an easy moment can you?”

“Nope.” He laughs and I sigh saying “Your mother despises me.”

“Maybe.” He smiles

I run my hands down my face and he opens the freezer. He pulls out a brown bag and I look to him confused. He slides out a large bottle of vodka

My eyes widen and he grabs the half empty bottle of cranberry juice “mom used this for a recipe.”

“The vodka?”

He laughs and says “No.”

I stare at him in disbelief as he begins to fill the cranberry juice container with vodka. “Jesus Scott! That’s a lot—”

“This will get you through today. Chris loves Christmas Eve, but I grudgingly get through it with this. This is going to be my Christmas punch.”

“That’s literally just a vodka cran.”

He chuckles and nods happily. I groan and he screws both caps closed. He shakes the container and then quickly takes a sip

He closes an eye and shouts out

He laughs shortly after and says “You’re up.”

“No.” I shake my head in disagreement and push the container away from me “I refuse to get tipsy in front of your mother. She’s scary enough sober.”

Scott shakes his head saying “This is the only way it’ll get better.”

“Liar.”

And then I left the garage, I went upstairs and took a shower.

I had no clothes to change into so I just headed back to the room in my towel and then met an already dressed Chris back in our room.

I sighed as I approached him. His hands pressed to the sides of my face as he then bent down to kiss me

Once we pulled away he said “Ma didn’t tell you the plan for today right?”

“No. Not yet.”

“After visiting the mall Santa and shopping, we go caroling.”

My eyebrows shoot up.

He scratches at his chin and says in a mellowed tone “As a family, all of us. We put on our warmest clothes and have hot coco in travel mugs. And once we’re done with that we go home for my families Christmas Eve party. My aunt stays back with the food and it’s all ready for our guests.”

I stare at him with minor disgust as my body remains stagnant. I feel like I have to be energetic about these festivities but I don’t sing and I don’t visit Santa

My eyes remain wide as I bite my cheek roughly as I choke back the words.

“You’re kidding.”

He chuckles and says “I’m not. It might sound childish but it’s a lot of fun. Trust me.”

“Oh…. Trust me… I’m trying.”

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In Living Color Masterlist

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

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

* = Denotes smut! All of our work is 18+ only!

Chapter 1 - Work begins on Lightyear and they meet for the first time.

Chapter 2 - They get lunch together and each develop feelings.

Chapter 3 - Nat hosts a game night and shares details about her past with Chris.

Chapter 4 - Nat needs saving, and a birthday party finally forces them to act on their feelings.

Chapter 5 Part One | Part Two* - Chris explains himself in the aftermath of their date, and Nat attends his going-away party.

Chapter 6 - They deal with the aftermath of their actions.

Chapter 7 - Nat's sister's visit provides her with a distraction from missing Chris.

Chapter 8* - After a long distance birthday celebration, Chris steps up in Nat’s time of need. 

Chapter 9 Part One | Part Two - After a photo is shared online and Nat gets a glimpse into Chris’ world, they deal with the aftermath and try to pick up the pieces.

Chapter 10 Part One* | Part Two* - They are finally reunited after two months apart.

Chapter 11 - After struggling during a work day, Chris relaxes at Nat’s apartment and they share a tender moment.

Chapter 12 - Chris finally meets Nat’s family and he learns more about her past.

Chapter 13 Part One* | Part Two | Part Three - While missing Nat, Chris makes a spur of the moment decision and later Nat visits Boston for the first time.

Chapter 14* - They celebrate Nat’s birthday.

Chapter 15 Part One | Part Two - Chris and Nat spend Thanksgiving in Washington.

Chapter 16 - Nat participates in an art show and discusses her dreams with Chris.

Chapter 17* - Chris and Nat go on a quick trip to ring in the New Year.

Chapter 18 - Plans change and concerns are revealed.

Chapter 19* - While Chris is in Atlanta, Nat goes out to visit him after a while apart.

Chapter 20 - New beginnings and new opportunities happen.

Chapter 21 - Nat shares her news with Chris.

Chapter 22 Part One | Part Two - Chris and Nat deal with the consequences of their decisions.

Chapter 23 - Chris and Nat spend time together in San Francisco.

Chapter 24 - Chris and Nat celebrate the premiere of Lightyear.

Chapter 25

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Back to You

Pairing: Chris Evans x wife!reader

Summary: "Souls tend to go back to who feels like home."

Word count: 1.716 words

Warnings: Fluffff, description of anxiety ( Chris has anxiety) Let me know if I forgot something!

A/N: Hello everyone! I hope everyone is doing well. I saw Chris yesterday at the MTV award and how he didn't want to be there lmao so I wrote something about it. Hope you all love it <3

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any grammar mistakes. Requests and feedback are always welcome xxx

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Breathe in. Breathe out.

Those were the only words that were going through Chris’ head right now. He couldn’t shake this feeling that he was too familiar with. He knew it all too well.

Anxiety.

No matter how old he was, or how many awards shows he went to, anxiety crept up his body and made him shake like a maniac. It felt like his whole body was on fire and no ocean in the world could put it out. He felt sweaty, like he ran 5 miles. But he was standing in the same place for 7 minutes. The way his heart was beating so fast felt so unhealthy to him, that he wanted to call 911 twice since he came to the awards show. But he couldn’t.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Chris asked himself the question why he came to these events all the time, but every question had the same answer : “Because you’re an actor, you meatball. You have to do this.”

It wasn’t the fan interactions he didn’t enjoy. No, those were his favorites, actually. It was the reporters and the news that came out the day after that freaked him out. What if he did something wrong? What if he didn’t look good enough? What if they started hating him?

Every what if question that possibly exists was keeping shooting at him while he stood there without protection. But one question kept bugging him constantly.

What if they disrespected you?

That’s where he drew the line. He might me a chicken without a head when it was about him, but for you he was a lion.

Now and then, a reporter ‘tries’ to talk about you with Chris. They tell him it must be hard for him you were not known in the celebrity world.

the truth was, it wasn’t. He actually loved that you were not known. It made Chris feel normal and warm inside. Knowing that he can come home to you, cuddle with you, watching a movie while you tell what happened at the office today. It felt cozy. Like home.

Your presence soothed him without a doubt. Hearing your laugh, seeing your smile. It made him feel comfortable.

Even on your wedding when he was shitting bricks. The moment he saw you, all the noise inside his brain went still. He only could feel his heartbeat in his ears. His heartbeat was so fast, it felt so unhealthy. But Chris didn’t want to call 911. Because if he died at that moment, he knew he would die as a lucky man.

He honestly wished you were with him right now, while he was repeating his most important script in his head.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

He could hear the crowd cheering and screaming at whatever they saw. Chris didn’t want to hear that. The only thing that he wanted to hear right now was your voice. Your sweet, angelic voice that was better cure than any medicine that he ever took in his life. You solved every problem that he had like it was an easy math problem for children. God, he needed you so badly right now. If he had the chance, he would race home and cuddle you. But he can't. He made a promise. He has to do it.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

“Okay Chris, here’s your microphone and the card where that says the winner on it, you’ll be on after they show a trailer for the Lightyear movie, alright?” He simply nodded, taking the microphone and the card from the man, waiting for his time to ‘shine’. While his eyes were on the screen, he wasn’t actually watching his trailer. He was thinking about you just before he left his LA apartment. You were on the couch, wearing his Patriots hoodie, cuddling with dodger. He kissed you on the lips a couple of times. He remembers you saying that you loved him so much. He still remembers that he felt a teardrop on his cheek. He felt so lucky at that moment that you were his wife.

“Okay, Chris, you’re on!”

With the courage that was left in his body, he walked on the stage, seeing hundreds of people cheering, screaming and clapping for him. He felt his cheeks getting warmer and smiled at the love he was getting.

“Wow, that was a fun entrance. I’m honoured and excited to share all new sides of Buzz Lightyear that I know you’re all gonna love as much as I do. Movies have the power to capture our hearts. Bringing us unforgettable characters that stay with us our entire lives. They give us heroes to cheer for and inspire us the find the hero within ourselves. Here are the nominees for best movie.”

After his speech, he took a deep breath, thanking God that he didn’t mess up and that everything went smoothly so far. He watched on the screen every movie that was nominated and hoped that one day that one of his movies would be nominated too. But that was good to be true for Chris.

After his speech, he took a deep breath, thanking God that he didn’t mess up and that everything went smoothly so far. He watched on the screen every movie that was nominated and hoped that one day that one of his movies would be nominated too. But that was good to be true for Chris.

“And the golden popcorn goes to…”

He opened the card and saw SPIDERMAN NO WAY HOME written on it. He was very glad that a Marvel movie won the best movie and kept in mind to send Tom Holland a text.

“Spider man No way Home!” he said with a big smile while the crowd were screaming as loud as they could. Tom appeared on the big screen, thanking everyone while Chris looked at him proudly, seeing how much he grew as an actor. After he presented the award, he went backstage and asked his manager to give his phone back, checking if you sent a message. And just like he thought, there was a new message on his phone.

Y/N💙 :

Just watched you present the award, honey. You couldn't look more handsome. I’m genuinely proud of you! I can’t wait to see you win of those bad boys yourself. And don’t say that it’s too good to be true, honey, because you are an outstanding actor. You know you are. I love you so much. You don’t have to come directly home, you can stay at the after party ( if there is one lmao) Dodger and I will be fine. Enjoy honey, you deserve it. love you 🤍🤍🤍

Chris felt his eyes watering at your words. How were you so nice all the time? There was one place in the world where he wanted to be right now. Next to you. He didn’t care about the stupid after party or getting drunk. He only cared about you. His home.

“Nick, I’m going back to Y/N. My job is done here, okay? See you later.”

His manager was shocked hearing that he won’t attend the after party.

“You sure, man? I mean, yeah, your job is done, but we can hit the after party together. I can introduce you to some people, maybe.”

“Nah man, I would rather go home.”

So that’s what he did. After saying goodbye to his manager and some friends he saw, he stepped into his car and raced home. He drove back to you.

When he entered his apartment, he saw you eating a pizza while watching the Incredibles.

“Couldn’t control those pregnancy cravings, could ya honey?”

When you turned to look at him, he saw that there was sauce all over your chin and man that made him laugh. You never looked cuter in his eyes.

“Hey, don’t talk like you don’t know your own daughter. The girl loves to eat pizza at midnight. Speaking of, honey, what are you doing here? It thought you were staying at the after party since you didn’t answer my message back.”

He sat next to you and licked all the sauce off your chin, making you giggle.

“Nah, I would rather come back to you. And my baby girl who loves to eat pizza at midnight. Plus, I’m too old for partying now. I’m at the age where I watch Disney movies while my wife shares her pizza with me.” After hearing him say that, you took the pizza box from the coffee table away from Chris.

“I don’t recall me saying that I would share with you, honey. You can order your own pizza. This is mine.”

“Really? I thought it was my daughter’s.”

You looked at him, seeing how much he was enjoying the conversation.

“ Well, yeah, but she is inside my belly, isn’t she? So I have to eat the pizza for her. I’m performing a service for your daughter here. You should be thankful.”

He was. He was so thankful that you were his wife and the mother of his child. Never in a million years would Chris think he was lucky enough to find his soulmate. But he was, and he found that soulmate in you. No matter where he goes, he would always come back, to you.

“I am thankful honey, always.”

You felt bad that you didn’t share your pizza with him, so you offered a piece.

“Honey, no, I was just kidding. You and our baby can enjoy the pizza. I just want to enjoy watching this movie while I cuddle you.”

Seeing that he was serious, you put the pizza box back on the coffee table and snuggled close to Chris. You hugged him while he put an arm around you. You took his other hand and put in on your swollen belly, stroking it with him together.

“We love you so much, Chris.” Without taking your eyes off the screen, you said those words to him with much adoration in your voice. Chris smelled your hair, put his head on yours and kept rubbing your belly.

“I love you both so much Y/N, you do not even know. You guys are my everything. The only place I want to stay at. My home.”