#chris evans fanficiton

[sebstan2022]

Release Me

Pairings: Dom Bucky Barnes x Sub Steve Rogers

Summary: After an intense mission of fighting, Steve wants to be released but will Bucky let him

Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Cock Cage, CBT, Slapping, Anal Fingering, Master/Slave, Bondage, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Fight Kink, Sir Kink, Teasing

“Alright everyone had back, that looks like all of them” Steve spoke in his mic, fingers pressed to his ear to listen for any response, storming his way out of the warehouse, shield in tow and gun shoved back into his holster. He walked with a certain swag, hips swaying and muscles tensing against his suit, like they were bursting to get out and breath. He was certainly starting to feel it after that intense fight with a group of terrorists harbouring illegal weapons and bombs, which was unusual for him considering his super soldier serum running through his veins. It took a lot to take down the captain but today he was feeling it. As he entered the outside fresh air, the cold wind gushing across his face and lighting his cheeks up bright red, he noticed the rest of the gang at the jet.

There was a huge crate of what was assumed to be the illegal weapons and another crate which was designed carefully to hold the most dangerous weapon. Fury have given them the intel only an hour ago before they suited up and headed to the warehouse. The terrorists were planning on bombing the city, targeting shield and then the white house. It was a classic case of free willers, earning for a world run by themselves in which they believed they were doing good for the nation but only hurting everyone in turn. To the team, they were a piece of cake to take down. Everyone knew their part and played them well, earning a quick and easy defence against the opposition and in turn earning them the win. Fury would be happy no matter what method they used, you could even say he didn’t give a crap if they decided to turn around and torture every one of them for fun, as long as the country stayed safe and they didn’t completely wreck the place, he was happy.

Sam and Bucky loaded the jet with the evidence, safely loading it and buckling it so it didn’t jolt to much whilst taking off. Natasha ran a hand through her sweaty auburn hair, shaking it down her back and catching her breath. Clint was busy counting his arrows, safely depositing them in his holder and inspecting his bow. Some kid nearly destroyed it, and he was pissed. Steve could finally take his helmet off, his sweaty head allowed to finally breath and he too ran a hand over his exhausted face.

“Good work team, we’ll get these back to shield first then head back” he informed the group, climbing onto the jet to take position at front. He threw his helmet down on the side, hearing it clunk and clatter and grabbed a bottle of water, gulping it down with ease and swallowing the icy liquid. He sucked in a breath between gritted teeth and watched as Bucky and Sam entered the jet.

“Give us one of those” Sam held his hand out for a bottle and Steve reach down to pick one up. But he stopped abruptly and hissed. His hand almost reached for his crotch, but he slapped it against his thigh and shuffled awkwardly on his feet. The pain was irritable and not the normal kind of pain an ordinary person would experience. No, this was something different. Of course, Steve realised he was making a scene not long after he audibly groaned and looked up to see Sam and Bucky staring at him.

“You, okay?” Sam asked confused and Steve smiled forcefully.

“Yeah, just pulled a muscle” he shrugged and chucked Sam the water who hummed and then focused on his water. But as Steve looked around, his eyes caught Bucky’s and that smirk on his face.

‘Fuck’ Steve said to himself. Bucky knew exactly the reason why he was groaning. And he was enjoying it.

It wasn’t long before Steve and the rest of the group were back at the tower. Sam and Clint were hanging in the game’s room, fighting over winning the new car racing game. Steve wasn’t much into those. He was more of a conversation guy, listen to old records and candle lit dinners and evenings at the movies. As the group would say, that old man needs to get with the times. But he wasn’t the only one like that. Bucky was the same. Having been from the same year, both over a hundred years old, they were sometimes still living in the past. Natasha was in her own room, meditating with the soft music and candles lit across her room. It was something she took up a while ago to calm herself after a mission, destress and clear her mind. In fact, Fury had mentioned it to her.

And Steve… well he was in his bedroom, waiting patiently. He had been pacing for about a minute before he heard the footsteps, he knew all too well and stood in his spot, watching the door closely. He was teasing him, knowing that Steve was expecting the door to open straight away and when thirty seconds passed, Steve began to turn irritable and restless. He hopped on one foot to the other, hands clutching the other behind his back as he desperately waited for the door to open.

It felt like a whole ten minutes had passed before the door finally opened with a creak like it always did and Bucky's face appeared. His plump lips were pressed together in a neutral expression and when the door swung behind him, slamming, and nearly knocking the lamp on the bedside table off (something that happened frequently due to their strength) his smirk creeped onto his face as he strolled over.

“Hey” he greeted softly.

“Hi” Steve replied and gripped his hands tighter. He knew the rules. No touching without permission.

“Good leading today” Bucky praised as he reached him, and Steve's smile grew. They were the exact same height, if not Bucky being just an inch taller, and Steve had to lift his eyes ever so slightly.

“Thank you… Sir” the word made Bucky harden and grin and his bright blue eyes crisped at the edges. The words were on the tip of his tongue, and he was fighting to say them. Bucky could see the begging in his eyes and how he bounced on his heel to make the discomfort more bearable.

“Go on then, ask me?” Bucky ordered and Steve groaned softly. He was so desperate, and it was almost humiliating.

“Please Sir” he started off with. It was a good start but would get him nowhere.

“Please what?” Bucky stepped closer until his chest was almost touching Steve's, his hands dangling by his sides and teasing Steve. Teasing him by not even touching him but being so close to doing so.

“Please let me out, I’ll be good, I’ll be so good for you” Steve whined like a little boy, wanting a toy to play with, only what he wanted was pleasure. Bucky grinned further, enjoying the torment he was bringing onto Steve. Watching him go from leader to a whining little bitch and Bucky was going to make sure he knew it.

“It’s not even been five minutes and you’re already whining like a bitch” Bucky’s hand began to creep up against Steve's body, gliding over the comfy clothes he replaced from his suit and Bucky could feel him tensing. He squirmed to not bring his own hands forward and touch Bucky, knowing if he did, he’d receive correct immediately and most likely never be let out.

“How do you think the others would feel if they knew how much of a slut you really are, if they knew that their captain was really just a toy for me to use, all locked up and at my disposal” Bucky asked, whispering softly to Steve who let out a moan as Bucky trailed over his crotch, just barely grabbing his aching member.

“I don’t know Sir” Steve breathed, not even paying much attention to the question. Bucky didn’t half care either, it was more just to rile Steve up which worked every time. Bucky could feel him start to shake and he was desperate to be released.

“Perhaps we should go tell them” he tilted his head and Steve groaned. His heart picked up a beat and a dread washed over him. He knew deep down Bucky was joking but the fear of his colleagues and teammates finding out that captain America was actually a submissive for Bucky Barnes filled him with dread and his stomached turned into a tight knot.

“Whatever you would like Sir” he answered, and Bucky chuckled, hand reaching behind his neck and tightly grasping it, yanking him forwards.

“Exactly, whatever I like” he whispered back before pouncing a kiss of Steve's lips, engulfing his mouth, and taking control. Steve moaned into Bucky's tender kiss, soft plump lips, and nose grazing against his. Warm skin and scratches from his beard. Steve felt like he was going to explode any minute and he knew deep down he had a while to go before he would be feeling any sort of pleasure. Bucky kissed him deeper, his hand now sliding into those blonde locks and grasping them tightly. Steve hissed as they broke the kiss, and his head was craned backwards.

“Now be a good boy and get undressed for me” he ordered, and Steve nodded as much as he could against Bucky's hold.

“Yes Sir” he immediately undressed, flinging off his joggers and t-shirt, leaving him completely naked. Steve hadn’t bothered with underwear, making it less work for him to get undressed. He stood back in position, chin high and hands behind his back. His chest puffed out and glistened from the layer of sweat. But what was most eye catching was his cock. Two days he had been locked in the cage, swollen, and fighting to feel any pleasure. Two days he had gone without masturbation, and he was dying, aching for a release, aching to be touched by Bucky or his own hand. Today was the toughest. Fighting those terrorists whilst wearing a cock cage isn’t something he’d recommend to anyone. Bucky knew they had a mission but kept it on anyway. It was why he was smirking earlier. Steve didn’t pull a muscle, he couldn’t with having that serum running through him. he was wincing because of his aching cock… like a slut.

The cage was metal, keeping his cock completely limp with the head of it poking out the end to allow for use of the bathroom. His balls were currently being squished and fighting against the two metal compartments for them. He had absolutely no way of touching himself, giving himself a hard on or any way to come. He was lucky Bucky didn’t seal off his hole to ensure defiantly no coming. He managed to get away with just the cage.

“Look at you, all swollen and desperate for release, I bet that was hard wasn’t it, fighting like this earlier, all locked up” Bucky trailed his hand down, reaching the top of his crotch, nearly touching the exposed skin available to touch.

“Yes, Sir it was”.

“And now you want out” Bucky clarified.

“Yes Sir, please let me out, I’ll make you feel good, I’ll do whatever you want me to do” Steve begged and Bucky grinned, flashing his teeth.

“Well, you know I like it when you keep up a fight” and then he lifted his hand, smacking it across Steve's face so hard it nearly knocked him over. Steve could actually feel the smack, the tingle and burning sensation afterwards and Steve gritted his teeth, breathing in deeply before staring back at Bucky. He was not going to give up this easily. Bucky wants a fight and that’s what he’ll get. Steve loved to play this game. Force him to submit and then finally relinquish all control and give into the sexy super soldier before him.

Steve moved his face back to the middle, sucking in a breath to fight the tingle on his cheek. If this were someone else, they’d most likely be groaning in agony from the slap but his serum was doing half the work for him. But it wasn’t long before Bucky smacked him again, this time the other cheek and sent his head flying to the other side, another grunt escaping through gritted teeth. Steve wasn’t giving in that easily and Bucky loved it when he fought to.

“You love it when I smack you about like a piece of meat don’t you, just a slut for me to use and abuse and make me feel good” Bucky teased, slapping again, this time Steve wobbling on his feet, trying to gain his balance.

“My perfect little submissive, knows exactly what his place is” Bucky spoke as if Steve wasn’t even there, a grin plastered on his face and another smack to his now swollen cheeks, red and puffy.

“Is that all you got” Steve commented lowly, and Bucky huffed. Here he was fighting back. Bucky sucked in his bottom lip, running his teeth over before lifting his boot and kicking Steve right in the chest, sending him on top of the bed. A gut-wrenching groan came from Steve, coughing as the wind was kicked out of him and he clutched his abs.

“You know I can go harder than that” Bucky stood between his legs, smacking his hands on his chest, and running his fingers up to Steve's collarbone, gripping his shoulders and yanking him upwards. Steve rested on his palms as Bucky pressed a knee over his aching cock, confined to its cage which was worse than the kick to his stomach. Steve hissed and wiggled under Bucky but was careful not to squirm too much. It was harder with his cock in the cage, all swollen and sensitive.

“Now are you going to be a good boy for me” he whispered, and Steve nodded fast.

“Yes, yes Sir” he breathed. Bucky gripped his hair and yanked his head back, sucking hard on his lips as he kissed him, popping his bottom lip out. Steve moaned and looked up sweetly into Bucky's eyes, enjoying the little piece of pleasure he earned just there.

Moments later, Steve was bound on the bed. His hands were tied to his anklets and rope tied around under his knees, bringing them up and tied to the headboard behind him. he was open and on display, hole puckering as he wiggled in the bondage. Bucky smirked as he strolled to the bed, now naked and free, cock dangling openly as he climbed on the bed. Steve was look perfect and beautiful and desperate for cock and coming. Bucky crawled over to Steve straddling his chest and running his nails across his chest leaving bright scratch marks which made Steve hiss.

Bucky chuckled enjoying the torture and pain he was inflicting on Steve. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to give Steve any pleasure. He’d just have to wait and ask nicely enough. For now, it was all about him.

“Open that gorgeous mouth of yours” Bucky ordered as he held his dick, ready to be sucked and worshipped. Steve opened his mouth widely, sticking his tongue out which allowed Bucky to stroke it across the wet thing, teasing Steve. His cock twitched in the cage and pressed against the cold metal, aching to become hard. A little taste was for starters as he pressed the tip of his cock inside Steve's mouth, yanking it out before he could taste anymore.

“Please Sir more, I want more of your cock” he whispered, whining at the edge of his tone and puppy dog eyes. Bucky groaned and placed his cock further inside, stroking it slowly out. Steve leaned forward to try and get more of his length in, hungry for his master’s cock. Bucky wasn’t going to waste time now. He wanted Steve's nice wet mouth wrapped around him. A hand cupped the back of Steve's neck and forced his head down on to his cock. He thrusted in and out, his cock hitting the back of Steve's throat earning a gag every time.

“Oh, fuck Steve, you feel so good on my cock” Bucky moaned, leaning his head backwards. Saliva dribbled down Steve's chin, pooling at the crook of his chest. Bucky thrusted faster inside Steve's mouth, earning gurgled sounds. His lips pressed over his cock and turned him harder within moments. Steve gripped his fists tightly as his mouth was fucked in the awkward position. His teeth slightly grazed the skin, and he sucked on the end of Bucky's cock, popping it from his mouth and sucking in a deep breath before it was shoved straight back in there. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as Bucky used his mouth.

“That’s it, suck your master’s cock” Bucky felt his orgasm coming but groaned sharply as come flew into Steve's mouth, cock twitching and shaking as he released. Sweat dripped from both of them and heavy breaths as well. Steve's mouth was full and sticky and salty, and he licked his lips of every last drop. His cock was ready to explode out of the cage, red skin, and the tip twitching. Bucky calmed his body down, crawling backwards off Steve's chest as he reached his ass.

“God your cock is just aching to come out isn’t it” Bucky smirked as he grabbed the locked-up member, palming him. Steve flinched and gasped, legs flailing about as Bucky pressed his thumb in the sensitive areas. So desperate and needy.

“Please Sir, please let me come, I’ve been so good for you” Steve begged, and Bucky chuckled. A finger flicked on his asshole, pressing inwards teasingly and Steve pressed his head into the pillow. It was becoming too much for him. The pleasure and pain of being denied and delayed an orgasm. He had no choice though.

“Get my fingers ready” Bucky placed his hand under Steve's chin who sucked up as much saliva and spat into his hand. Bucky wiped it over Steve's asshole before pressed a metal finger to the opening, slowly pressing inside. He was tight especially since Bucky had last been in there a few days ago.

“Fuck you’re so tight Steve” Bucky whispered and pressed his finger in further, opening him up. His asshole stretched painfully, and Steve groaned in the pillow, toes curling. Bucky slipped the finger out and place two in, the metal gliding over and in easily. His fingers were so long, and he could feel his prostate. An index finger curled at it and Steve jumped, groaning.

“Oh, please Sir” he didn’t know how long he could beg for.

“That’s it, keep begging me” another finger followed, and his asshole was opening wider and wider. Whilst his metal hand was busying playing with his ass, his other hand was busying with his swollen cock. Another index finger teased the tip of his cock, tickling it and making Steve squirm. Steve clenched around Bucky's fingers, breathing heavily as the pleasure began to overload him. The metal fingers pumped in and out, skin flapping and cock bouncing. Steve was sweating and tensing his body, a tingle running through his body.

He continued to beg, pleading to be allowed to come and be released. He wouldn’t be able to come with that monster on his cock, holding him back. And with the fingers in his ass, it was becoming harder to hold back. Bucky squeezed what he could of his balls, pinching any skin bursting out of the cage and gripped it tightly at the base. Steve almost yelled but clenched his jaw. He didn’t want someone to hear him.

“You want out Steve” Bucky asked, and he nodded fast.

“Yes, yes please Sir, I’ll do anything for you” he begged, eyes closed and fingers latching onto his ankles for support.

“I know you will, because you’re my slut aren’t you, my bitch to play with, to do what I want. Everyone thinks you’re the one in charge but really, I am, aren’t I”.

“Yes, yes you are Sir, you’re in charge, you’re my master. I’ll do anything for you” Bucky was fingers deep in his asshole and pumped them harder for another ten seconds before pulling them out, his hole puckering. A jangle of keys alerted Steve and suddenly he felt cold on his cock. The cage was removed, and the moment Bucky wrapped his hand around his cock he jumped for the heavens, groaning loudly into the pillow, eyes barely open like he was half asleep and toes curling tightly that they turned white. Bucky rubbed him fast, long fingers wrapping around tightly, and he could see him twitching, ready to release.

“Please Sir can I come?” this was the final straw for Steve. He needed to come and if he was denied, he considered coming anyway. But Bucky wasn’t going to be that cruel.

“Yes, you can” he granted Steve's wish and come flew onto his hand, shooting up and spilling over his crotch, running down his thighs and over Bucky's hand. It was the best orgasm he ever had. Like a million fireworks going off. He was sensitive and twitchy and hot and sticky and tired. But he was in pleasure overload and his head rested back in the pillow as he calmed down from the most intense orgasm he ever had. Bucky cupped his balls softly and palmed them, earning little flinches from Steve and chuckled softly.

“Come clean me off” he held his hand for Steve to lick off his come off. Steve looked up with tired eyes and a drunk smile on his face.

“Thank you, Sir,” he whispered and Bucky grinned, leaning over and kissing him sweetly.

“Good boy” another peck and a nose rub followed. Bucky untied Steve, letting him down gently before lying in bed beside him, arms wrapped around each other, fingers in hair and rubbing soft circles over his chest.

“Please tell me I won’t be in the cage for a while, that nearly killed me” Steve murmured against Bucky's chest who laughed softly, pressed his lips to his forehead.

“Fine, no cage… but we’ll have to do something with your ass” he teased, and Steve glanced up, seeing that smirk on his face.

“Jerk”.

“Punk” the two laid there naked and tussled and sleepy and completely in bliss. Steve for a second did wonder.

What would the others think if they knew this is what he was like behind closed doors?

Hey so I hope you like this one shot, let me know what you think in the comments

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Falling... Into Bliss - A Chris Evans/reader smut drabble.

Words - 870

Warnings - Fluff & smut. Minors do not read!

You were warned about the harshness of a Boston winter, but nothing your lovely boyfriend described truly did the reality a lick of justice. Frozen snow everywhere with a blanket of fresh on top come the morning, thick ice and a wind chill of truly polar proportions, you’re just glad you decided on the humongous winter coat you have on, pulling the mammoth fluffy hood around your face more. Bitter is an understatement.  

Bitter and hazardous.  

“Shit!” This is the precursor to you losing your footing, your sensibly booted feet betraying their purpose and going right out from under you, hitting the ground with a thud, your hands too full of shopping bags to properly save your fall. The stinging pain in your knees, cheek and chin is immediate, a couple of kind passers by helping you to your feet and assisting in gathering the scattered purchases.

You thank them, your pride dented the worst in the wake of your fall, assessing the damage. Both knees are blown on your jeans, but at least such is fashionable. The red grazes beneath, not so much. Hurrying with caution, you reach the parking lot, taking the stairs and slipping once again, your poor left knee taking the brunt. By the time you’ve thrown your shopping bags somewhat dramatically into the trunk and gotten into your car, you’re in tears, your knees and face throbbing and stinging.  

“Baby, what happened?” Chris asks, full of concern upon your arrival home, Dodger doing laps around your legs in excitement that you’ve returned.

“I slipped,” you pout, feeling teary all over again as your love coos sympathetically, pulling you into a hug.  

“Want me to run you a bath?” From beneath his bearded chin, you nod, your hand finding Dodger’s soft head and stroking his ears while your other arm wraps around Chris, glad of the cuddle. While he sorts your bath, you clean up your grazes with a little antiseptic, pack away your purchases and then undress, giving him plenty of kisses outside the bathroom door.  

“I might come and interfere with you in a little while,” he murmurs against your mouth, arms wrapping around your waist.  

“Shall we just meet in bed in about an hour?” You suggestion is greeted with a very enthusiastic nod, Chris giving your butt a playful smack before leaving you to it. Your soak in the bath is therapeutic, long, and relaxing, your aches seeming to dull along with the assistance of a couple of painkillers you swallowed before climbing in, dozing a few times before washing and climbing out.  

Once you’re dry, your skin primed with lotion and your fluffy robe is swathing your nudity, you pad into the bedroom and climb in under the covers, all toasty and much happier than you were upon arriving home. Still, your knees are throbbing a little more now, even after the painkillers took the initial edge off.  

“Look at you, all snug,” Chris exclaims upon entering the bedroom, peeling the covers back and looking at your knees. “Awww, babe. You’re all swollen. Good job you have me to take your mind off it.”  

He settles himself in the bunch of bed covers, undoing your robe and wasting no time in hesitation, softly kissing your navel, leaving a path of wet kisses downward over your bubble bath scented skin until his lips arrive at your apex. His tongue touches softy, a graze of wet, encouraging your thighs to part more to him as your body is awakened by his touch.

His licks trail tantalisingly over your slit before softly delving within, parting your thighs even further with his elbows, his fingers doing the same to the petals of your cunt, making room for his tongue to swipe over you. He bathes your folds with unrelenting heat, each lick sumptuously delivered with nothing short of ardent keenness.  

He makes ecstasy swell right down to the very root of you, straight to your marrow, bliss tipped and glimmering through your veins already, your hands fisting at the pillow you rest against, panting and mewling in response of what his tremendous mouth evokes. He sucks you with ardour, your belly shaking as the currents scorch through you, Chris placing his big hands upon your hips and keeping you still, tongue twirling around your opening before breeching, groaning as you coat it in slippery arousal.  

His ministrations are diligent and heavenly, everywhere warm and tingling from the sweetness his mouth stirs, your gaze moving to out of the window, watching the snow softly beginning to fall once more. The sudden stretch of your soaking walls, invaded by two fingers returns your focus to him, the deliciously thorough drag within you causing sparks to sizzle your spine.

Everything is molten heat and strong caresses, Chris wanting to get you there with steely, unselfish determination, tongue flickering wildly over your swollen clit, his fingers expertly stroking your fluttering walls, your release smouldering through you as you cum with a series of soft cries, the only falling in your future being the point he tips you over into, kissed by bliss again and again, his head remaining between your legs.  

Something good came of that tumble, after all.  

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12 Days of CHRISmas - Day 8

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Prompt: “Where’s all of your holiday spirit, you scrooge.”

Warnings: angst, grief, death of a parent

AN: I haven’t posted this on any other drabble but I need to on this. This one, specifically, was very cathartic to me. I lost my dad in January and it was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to go through and I’m still going through it. This drabble helped me through it, as best as it could.

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You stood in front of the Christmas tree, the ornament in your hand, staring blankly in front of you. 

Chris came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle, kissing your temple. “Where’s all of your holiday spirit, you Scrooge?”

You sighed deeply and put the ornament back in the box before turning to face him. 

“It’s just hard since dad died, ya know?” you said, willing yourself not to cry. “Never in my life did I imagine I’d have to spend a holiday without my parents. I mean, I knew it would come eventually, but at this point in my life -- I don’t know. It wasn’t something I expected.” 

“I know,” Chris said, pulling you close -- knowing you were on the edge of a breakdown -- and doing his best to comfort you.

“But you don’t,” you said, pulling away from him, not intending to be so harsh. “You won’t know. You won’t ever know until you lose a parent. It’s not like a grandparent or a friend or an acquaintance dying. It’s this person who has been there your entire life, someone you expect to be there until you’re older with kids of your own, someone you can’t picture your life without in a million years and then all of a sudden they’re gone. You can’t pick up the phone and call them for any little thing anymore. You can’t say you want to get together because you can’t. It’s literally impossible. They aren’t around anymore and there’s nothing you can do about it. There’s so much you wish you could do and you could change and you just….you just can’t!” 

“I know, Y/N/N. I didn’t mean --”

“I know you didn’t,” you sighed, furiously wiping at the tears streaming down your face. “And I didn’t mean to get so aggressive it’s just that...no one understands. I lost such a big part of me. And I know you want to be supportive and help and be there and I’m thankful for that it’s just...nothing is ever going to replace him and nothing is ever going to make this okay. I miss my dad. I miss my dad more than anything I could even put into words and nothing is going to make that okay. It’s my first Christmas without him, it hasn’t even been a year since he’s been gone, and you just need to accept that I may not be as happy as I normally am this time of year.” 

Chris studied you carefully, noting the tears streaming down your face, trying his best to find the right words to say. He wasn’t coming up with anything so his first instinct was the one he acted on. He grabbed you and pulled you close, letting you sob into his chest, as he kissed the top of your head.

“I will never know what you’re going through,” Chris said, hugging you tighter, “and at this point in time I don’t expect to. But I need you to know that no matter what I am here for you. If you need to cry or scream or laugh or anything -- I am here and I always will be. I love you, Y/N and I’m not going anywhere. I’m here through the good times and the bad.”

“Thank you,” you said, sniffling, kissing him gently.

Chris smiled. “How about we put this off until we’re both in a better mind set?”

“I think that’s a great idea,” you said, kissing him once again.

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The Christmas Con - Chapter 5 (Chris Evans x Reader)

Pairing: Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Few curse words. Fluff. Angst

Chapter: 5, Read More Here 

Summary: Chris Evans agrees to be your fake boyfriend when you head to your family’s annual Christmas holiday at a rented cabin in the mountains. You think you’re pulling off the con until you’re both faced with a few obstacles you weren’t expecting, namely meddling relatives. Your family love him and you’re starting to think you might, too. This holiday you’ll learn there’s more to the season of giving, and Chris, than you thought.

Author’s Note: If y’all thought the younger cousins were cute, your heart’s going to melt for this chapter. One more to go after this! We’re almost to the finish line!

Y/N = Your Name, Y/F/N = Your (female) friend’s name

Word Count: 2.5k

You awoke to the sounds of pounding feet and high pitched squeals outside your door. You frowned and nuzzled your face into the soft fabric under your cheek not wanting to get up yet. As you came to, you felt a hand tighten on your waist and a deep groan from under your head. That’s odd, you thought. You slowly opened your eyes to orient yourself. You stilled as your brain started piecing together your current situation. You were curled with a hand resting on his chest, legs entwined, with Chris, who held you tightly to him in the middle of the bed.

His tightened his embrace and let out a big yawn, eyes fluttering open uncomprehendingly. He gave you a sleepy smile with half closed eyes. “Mornin’, angel,” he said in a husky morning voice that sent a shiver down your spine.

You knew the moment he came to, because the hand that had been rubbing soothing circles into your back froze as his eyes shot open, now fully awake and aware of who was in his arms. “Shit.”

The two of you jerked away from each other as someone knocked loudly on the door. “Everyone decent?”

“Shit!” you whisper yelled. “Just a second,” you shouted to the anonymous knocker. “I think we overslept. What time is it?” You hurriedly tried to straighten the mess of sheets. Chris, one handed, checked his phone and simultaneously pulled the bottom of his shirt down. It must have ridden up during the night but you didn’t have time to wonder if you had subconsciously done it your sleep or he just moved around a lot.

“8:15.” He said, hastily setting his phone back down and almost dropping it. He almost fell out of bed catching it before throwing it onto the table. You both scooted back against the pillows and got in an appropriate position. He awkwardly put his arm around your shoulders at an odd angle and you shimmied closer trying to make it appear like you always woke up this way and weren’t completely uncomfortable.

“Come in!” You both said at the same time in a much cheerier tone than necessary.

The door opened just a little and your mom peeked in as though making sure there was no funny business going on. Satisfied, she walked fully into the room followed closely by Y/F/N and the gang of kids who proceeded to run and hop onto the bed.

“Your wake up calls decided to deliver the message in person,” She said with an amused grin.

“It’s Christmas!” Your niece cheered. “Time to get up and open presents.”

“I thought you’re supposed to have breakfast to build up energy for present opening?” Chris pretended to scold them before cracking a big grin.

“We’re not allowed until everyone is up,” Y/F/N’s nephew Jackson stated, tugging on your hand.

“Now it all makes sense,” Chris nodded sagely glancing over at you. “But, we’re both so so tired. I think we might sleep for a few more hours,” he discreetly winked, and you bit back a laugh. He gave an over exaggerated yawn and tucked his head into your neck pretending to go back to sleep.

“Yeah, I say we wait until tonight to open presents,” you played along, patting Chris on the head as though shushing him back to dreamland. “To make sure we’re all well rested.

“I agree,” Y/F/N said with a very real yawn of her own. “Holidays are for sleeping in late.”

The kids all gasped in horror before they scrambled off and ripped you both out of the bed in their excitement.

“You can have nap time later. Presents now,” your niece instructed pulling Chris by the arm and putting all her weight into dragging him to his feet. He held onto her small hands so she wouldn’t fall once he rose off the bed.

“I think you guys just want to know what awesome gifts Chris the Elf got for them, which means I can just tell you!” He gave a booming laugh and one-armed lifted her up off the ground as she clung to him giggling and swinging her feet in mid-air.

“Nooo, we have to open them all together!” She instructed with a serious expression. “And you have to come, too, because you’re family.”

Chris set her down gently, taken aback by her words. “Family? You mean, you guys think of me as family?” He gazed around at all the kids who nodded ‘yes.’ His brows furrowed in confusion. “But, you- you just met me?”

She rolled her eyes and gave him a big cheesy smile, “You love Aunt Y/N so that makes you family, dummy.”

He blinked in surprise and your heart warmed at how open and loving these incredible little kids were. You had to bite your lip to keep from tearing up at her candidness.

“Oh sweetie,” your mom lovingly sighed, the pride of her granddaughter evident in her eyes. “That was very kind of you to tell Chris.”

“Mommy and daddy say to always tell the truth about how you feel,” your niece stated sassily, crossing her arms with narrowed eyes, as though daring anyone to argue with her parents advice. She was clearly unbothered by all the melting hearts she caused the adults to have for her honesty.

Chris dazedly looked over to you and shook his head in bewilderment. You shrugged and smiled, “You make it very easy to fall in love with you, Evans.”

“Enough with the mushy talk.” You stumbled onto the cold floor with a laugh as Jackson yanked you out of bed. “Let’s go, sleepyheads.”

“Alright you lot, let Y/N and Chris get ready and we’ll meet them downstairs,” your mom ordered, raising a hand to wipe the few tears that had fallen. She herded all the kids towards the door.

“But they’re already in their pjs,” Jackson whined, but quieted at a stern look from your mom. He turned back to you and Chris and wagged his finger threateningly, “don’t go back to sleep or you won’t be able to bake cookies with us later.”

Chris pretended to look scared before miming an X over his heart, “I’ll make sure Y/N is ready in 5 minutes. Scouts honor.” He quickly crossed the room to steer you by the shoulders towards the bathroom, saying loud enough for the kids to hear, “I am not missing out on decorating cookies.”

When he shut the door behind him, you both broke out in giggles. Chris brushed past and handed you your toothbrush.

“Don’t fuck around. I feel like they’re going to come back with a vengeance if we take longer than 5 minutes.”

“Yes, the 3 feet tall children can be very vicious,” you snorted, but accepted the toothpaste he offered without argument.

“You joke, but they’re the perfect height to take out your knees when you’re not looking.”

You met his serious expression in the mirror before shaking your head. “I have no doubt my niece could take you, Evans, as could I.”

“I look forward to the day you try, angel,” he said with a cocky grin. “Now, hurry up. We’re down to 4 minutes.”

***

Unwrapping the presents went as quickly as you thought it would. You were watching amused as Chris and Y/F/N tried to piece together the remote control car one of the kid’s received. They were going back and forth over what went where, completely abandoning the instructions inside the box.

You took another sip of the homemade hot chocolate your dad made. It was a Christmas morning tradition. Open presents, hot cocoa, and then everyone would get dressed to do whatever they wanted the rest of the day. The only rule was that you came back for lunch and dinner so everyone could eat together as a family.

“What do you want to do once you’re done?” You asked Chris.

He shrugged. “Bake cookies? Or, we could watch a Christmas movie. What about Die Hard?”

“Die Hard is not a Christmas movie and that is the hill I will die on,” Y/F/N interjected with a huff. You set your mug down on the side table and tucked your feet up onto the armchair.

Chris laughed, “Since it’s Christmas I’m not going to argue about how wrong you are. How about something outside then since the sun is out?” He paused as an idea struck. “Do you want to build a snowman?” he sang slowly.

“Oh no…” you groaned, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

He beamed and stretched out a hand to you, “Come on, let’s go and play!”

“Chris, don’t start…” you warned. He hopped onto his knees and shuffled over to you. You dropped your head into your hands in embarrassment as the rest of the family started laughing.

Reaching out, he grabbed your hands earnestly and cheesily sang, “It doesn’t have to be a snowman.”

“Go away, Chris!” You giggled, playing along.

“Love is an open door, angel,” he pressed a hard kiss to your hands and pulled you forward in the chair until your lips were inches apart. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

Your heart was pounding as you were swept away by the fondness pouring from his blue eyes. Fondness for you. Which was why your next words fell before you could think to hold them back.

“I’d never want to,” you breathed quietly, so sincere and heartfelt it was as though you poured every feeling of love and longing you’d ever felt for Chris into those words. 

The realization hit you so suddenly and swiftly it knocked the air from your lungs with the truth of it. You were in love with Chris. In love with the way he could always make you laugh. With the way his heart could hold an infinite amount of love for his family and friends, his dog, and the world…for you. You were in love with your best friend.

He sat back on his heels in disbelief as the remote control car went whizzing past, distracting him and drawing his attention. Y/F/N had finished putting it together and the kids were now racing it around the house.

You gulped as Chris glanced back at you with wary confusion written all over his features.

Oh shit. He thought you were just acting for the sake of the con. He probably thought you were putting on a good show for the family and got caught up in the moment. You had made a terrible miscalculation. Had you just ruined everything you had with him? He quickly rose and shifted around nervously, as though lost and unsure what to do with himself.

“Why don’t we pick up this mess and eat breakfast?” Your mom suggested, looking between the two of you as you sat in silence. You avoided her questioning gaze. “We made a big feast for everyone.” She stood and squeezed your shoulder, knowing something was amiss even if she didn’t understand why.

“I’ll help you grab the plates,” Chris immediately volunteered, following her into the kitchen.

During breakfast Chris was uncharacteristically quiet and it only increased your fear that you had crossed a line you would never be able to come back from. He quickly finished up his meal and announced he was going get dressed.

“We have snowmen to make,” he said with a cheeriness you knew was fake. The rest of family hadn't notice, not knowing how he could go on actor autopilot to make people believe everything was ok, when he was really freaking out on the inside.

You gave him privacy in your shared room and helped wash the dishes downstairs, lost in your internal agony of what he must be thinking and was this the end of your friendship? Just the thought of not having Chris in your life made your ears ring and your breathing quicken in anxiety.

You dashed up the stairs, both to change and to convince Chris it was all a part of the act. You would not lose him because you had a moment of weakness.

“Chris?” You called out, swinging the door open without knocking. You gasped when you saw him standing at the foot of the bed with a towel draped around his waist and his wet hair tousled. He must’ve just gotten out of the shower.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I should’ve knocked. I’ll, uh, I’ll just,” you were waving your hands around trying to piece together a sentence and stare anywhere but at the outline of his well defined chest and how his towel fell perfectly on his hips just below his v-line. The water droplets still clinging to his body only drawing more attention to the hard ridges. Stop it! You chided yourself taking a deep breath to still your shaking hands.

“Wait,” he instructed as you went to leave the room, mortified even more than you were previously. “You can stay. I’m just about done if you want to get dressed.”

“It’s fine, I can come back when you’re done,” you suggested meekly.

“It’s ok, Y/N.” His expression was one of sincerity, and you knew he meant more than just seeing him half naked. He meant the two of you were ok. He gave you a tender smile, “I trust you.”

You gave a laugh of relief as he repeated your words from last night and stepped into the room, closing the door behind you. “I’m really sorry about how intense I got downstairs-”

He waved a hand dismissively, “don’t worry about it. I know you were just keeping up appearances.”

You stopped, frozen in place. He did think you were acting. That was what you’d wanted, though. The entire reason you’d come running up the stairs was to convince him it was fake.

“Right?” he questioned your silence, expression neutral.

“...Right.”

He clenched his jaw and gave a sharp nod. “Then you better get ready. We’ve still got a family to fool.”

The words were like knives to your heart. You gathered your outfit for the day and padded past him to the restroom. He quietly watched you until you gently clicked the door closed and leaned against the counter suddenly feeling overwhelmingly drained.

This was for the best. Things could go back to normal. You and Chris could still be best friends and you’d just attribute this weekend’s newfound emotions to the picture perfect Christmas card you’d been thrust into and you’d get over whatever it was you thought you felt for Chris come the flight home.

But, as you pulled your shirt over your head, deep down, you felt a cold sense of dread knowing these feelings wouldn’t disappear overnight, if ever. You’d broken the cardinal rule of every good con. 

You’d fallen in love with your fake boyfriend, and now you had to live with it.

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Body Talk

Summary: The moment renowned life coach and author Ari Levinson steps foot into your studio to record an audio version of his new book, you’re instantly attracted to him but is adamant to maintain professional. Ari, on the other hand, doesn't have any qualms about mixing business with pleasure.

Characters: Life Coach!Ari Levinson x Producer!F!Reader.

Words: 2.3K.

Warnings: Ari being a charming motherfucker, explicit sexual content, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, 18+.

A/N: Thank you so much to my pre-reader @sweeterthanthis​ for your support and incoherent screaming. Beta: @whisperlullaby​ but all the general bullshit is entirely mine.

“It sounds fantastic,” you say with a smile as Ari pulls off his headphones and hangs them up over the microphone. 

“You think?” He doesn’t look convinced, giving his beard a little scratch.

“Definitely.”

“Sure you’re not just saying that because you worked on it?” he counters, flashing you a playful smirk.

“Hm, it’s a definite possibility,” you return his smile coyly as you both struggle to tear your gazes away from each other.

The sexual chemistry has been palpable since the day renowned self-help guru and author Ari Levinson set foot in your studio. At first you brushed aside the butterflies in your stomach and dampness in your panties, putting them down to a simple crush. Ari has that effect on everyone he comes across, managing to charm them with just a glint of cerulean and a flash of pearly white teeth.  

You started noticing the looks he gave you and the way the corners of his lips would twitch with a smile when you’d stumble over your words, every moment you spent together just seemed to exacerbate the velocity of your feelings. A mutual understanding of not mixing business with pleasure has kept you from telling him how you feel, but the accidental caresses of skin and longing looks find a way to verbalise it without your lips even moving.

Ari knows exactly the effect he’s having on you and he loves it. 

He moves away from the glass that separates you, towards the back of the room where he left his water bottle before recording the section he’s now unhappy with. And this particular part of the chapter titled ‘Sex and A Healthy Mind’ happens to be the one he’s insistent on repeating. There’s only so many times you can hear him talk about the importance of regular orgasms to help de-stress, and why seeking out the kind of partner who can make your toes curl just by the way they look at you is paramount to great sex.

You can’t count how many times your own toes have scrunched inside the tips of your heels whenever Ari catches your eye over the microphone.

He keeps itching to go over the final quote, the closing sentence to the chapter and by the twelfth take, you’re squirming in your seat as his dulcet tones start to resonate somewhere a little lower than your ears.

“Bad sex does nothing to help the psyche. It just leaves you unsatisfied and in turn, causes you to constantly seek out better in places you shouldn’t.”

He often likes to stay behind to master the dialogue despite the fact that he’s just talking into a microphone, adamant that the tone of his voice has to come across in a specific way. He cares more about the book than most people give him credit for, however you sometimes wonder— hope—  whether your presence has anything to do with his dedication.  

Ari’s lips purse around the top of the bottle before gulping down the liquid hurriedly. You struggle to avert your eyes, his ability to make even the most mundane action unbelievably sexy is provoking. The prominent vein that resides in his neck is pleading to be caressed with your tongue, but your head rules your heart, deciding that this session should end soon before you say or do something that could put your job in jeopardy. 

You set about turning off the electrical equipment aside from the speaker that makes your voice resonate into the recording booth. “I think we’re about done.”

“I’m not too fond of that last section,” he admits. 

Not again.

You sigh internally before trying to sound as disenchanted as you can. “We can fix it tomorrow, my bed needs me.” 

“Okay,” comes his acquiesce reply. “I’m sure your boyfriend is eager to have you home after all these nights spent with me.”

You stop what you’re doing and turn back to face him, surprise clearly resonating across your face as the corner of his lips curl into a feeble yet noticeable smirk. “Husband?” he adds, curious. “Girlfriend?”

“And I’m sure my relationship status is none of your business,” you tease a little.

He discards the water bottle and slowly perches on the stool that sits in the middle of the small room and loosely crosses his arms. “It’s not, but I’ve spent every evening in this room with you for three weeks straight, and I don’t know anything about you.”

“You know my name,” you reply, “and my job.” 

“Now you’re just being pedantic,” Ari tuts but it’s not meant in frustration. 

You smirk at him, a little smug. “I’m sure you know just as little about Michelle.” 

Michelle. Your assistant. The beautiful twenty-something with a body you wish you still had. You try your hardest to mirror Ari’s laid back approach, but something in the air changes within this exchange of words. 

He’s testing you.

“True, but I have no interest in taking Michelle over that couch.” Your head lolls around to the tattered old three-seater behind you. You’re not sure whether it’s the image that you paint so vividly inside your head or the way Ari goads you, but your insides tighten promptly at his words. 

You attempt to busy yourself packing away your belongings but Ari’s voice cuts through the silence. “You didn’t answer my question.”

You stall, taking in a deep breath and exhaling slowly. “No, just me.”

“So you’re free to do what you want.” It’s not a question. 

“Not exactly what I want, no,” you respond and he motions with his hand for you to elaborate. “I’d get fired.” 

“Fired for having a little fun?”

He moves his hand down to the front of his slacks and starts to palm softly at his swelling bulge. You can’t stop yourself from ogling him. 

“Fired for fooling around with a client,” you clarify, finally airing your desires. He smirks at that, amused by your candor. All is quiet for a moment before his voice cuts through the silence.

“I have an idea,” he doesn’t wait for you to ask what it is, “I watch you while you watch me.”

He stands quickly, dragging the stool closer to the glass partition and settles on it again. His recent book tour around Europe has tanned his skin further, contrasting perfectly with the crystalline hue of his eyes. His hair is longer than when you first met him two months ago to go over the details of the sessions, and his beard seems fuller. You ache to feel it scratching across your skin.

All softness has left his expression, instead a possessive glance lingers that suggests danger which only fuels your need for him. 

“Strip,” he orders deeply. Your mouth drops open a little at his brash command. “Look, if you’re worried about getting fired, don’t be. If anyone finds out then, well… I can be very persuasive,” he laughs lightly, almost amused with himself about how much power he holds over people. “Now, strip.”

The way he snaps makes you quick to oblige, freeing your aching body from the material that has begun to feel too hot against your tingling skin. 

“Slow down, it’s not a race.”

He sounds like he’s narrating his book. You swallow a flower of apprehension that blossoms in your throat as you discard your blouse before playing with the hem of your skirt. You can feel the burn of his eyes on your flesh, the way he watches you with such intrigue and desire causes a wave of yearning to wash through you. After discarding your clothes— minus the silk hold ups that he specifically asks for you to leave on— you sit and recline in your producer's chair, as ordered.

“Open your legs as far as you can for me.” 

It’s clear that Ari likes the ritual of unveiling from the way he devours you with his stare. And after spending three weeks together, listening to him talk about extremely intimate subjects, you know that for Ari, being in control is absolutely vital. 

You spread your thighs a little, suddenly hesitant. What if he doesn’t like what he sees?

“C’mon princess, don’t go all shy on me now,” he tsks. “Wanna see that pretty pussy.”

You part your legs obscenely wide, showing yourself to him slowly before revealing where you long for him to be. This feels substantially more personal than fucking, his eyes fixing on your most intimate parts makes you visibly shudder. 

Your breath halts as he palms the front of his strained trousers, grasping at his hard cock for some sort of relief. His teeth lower against his bottom lip, unable to divert his eyes from your dripping centre. You feel completely vulnerable, being open to him like this but the pent up sexual frustration unleashes a side of you that you haven’t even realised exists. 

“You have no idea how much I wanna walk through that door and fuck you over that desk,” Ari grits out deeply.

“You have no idea how much I want you to,” you whisper before sweeping your hand across your stomach, awaiting your next instruction. 

You draw in a deep breath, inhaling the smell of your arousal laying potent in the air and you wish that somehow Ari could smell your need for him. You notice his cock swelling more beneath his slacks, and you pray that he’ll soon free himself so you finally see if he’s as big as you imagine when you masturbate with him in mind. 

Ari watches with impressive restraint, his hand still merely grazing over his aching cock.

“Show me how you please yourself,” he orders.

You place your right hand on your chest and run it between the slight valley that separates your breasts. Your left soon replaces your right and then you begin teasing your lips with the tip of your index finger, tracing their shape with the aid of your moisture. 

“Have you ever thought about me when touching yourself?” 

All the time. 

It’s ridiculous to be embarrassed as you’re laid bare in front of him, pleasing yourself as he instructs but you can’t bring yourself to meet his gaze. You shut your eyes, letting your lids flicker closed and instead nod slightly. 

“Tell me, I want to hear you say it.”

“I…”

“C’mon, I’m waiting.”

“IthinkaboutyouwhenIfuckmyself,” you cry out too quickly. You think that’s all you’re going to say but the next words out of your mouth are slipping across your lips before you can stop yourself. “I li-listen to your recordings sometimes.” 

“Taking your work home now are we? Naughty girl,” he pauses. “What do you think about when you do?”

“I imagine you’re telling me what you’re gonna do to me, that you’re whispering in my ear while I come.”

“What am I saying?”

Just concentrating on his voice makes you desperate to close your legs, cunt clenching around nothing. “What a good girl I am for you, how well I take your cock…”

“Hm, good girl,” he patronises and you can detect the hint of a smile in his tone. “Now circle your clit.”

Opening your eyes, you brave a look at Ari as you move your fingers to your throbbing clit. He’s freed himself from the confines of his slacks, his hard flushed cock laying heavy in his palm, pre-cum dampening the tip. A guttural sound of pleasure passes your lips as you take in the sight of him, he’s just as thick and long as you had imagined and you can’t shake away the notion that you’ve turned him on like this. The sound acts like a trigger, his thumb instantaneously rubbing the pre-cum down the length of his shaft before enclosing his hand around the girth and pumping himself furiously. 

“Put two fingers inside your cunt, but don’t stop circling your clit,” he moans, his hips rocking along with the motion of his hands. 

He stands hastily, making his descent over to the glass that separates you and up close you notice the veins that course up and down the length of him, longing to feel him heavy on your tongue, to suck him hard and taste his hot, sticky release.

Keeping your index finger against your clit, you rub in clockwise circles that makes your body start to shake. With your free hand, you draw two fingers upwards moving over your damp lips before easing them inside your pussy causing a warmth to suffuse in your lower belly. You’re not going to last long.

Your breathing grows unsteady as you move your fingers in and out, never once breaking eye contact with Ari. With his forehead pressed against the glass, his heavy breathing causes condensation to fog up the translucent barrier between you. All coherency is now fleeting and you’re soon moaning something that’s entirely unintelligible and laced with your desperation to come.

“Wish I was deep inside that cunt, bet you’d be so tight around my cock,” Ari mutters, placing his spare hand against the glass and fucks himself harder into his palm. 

You continue your pace and eventually your legs start to feel heavy, their shaking unremitting. 

“Want to see you come.” 

You whimper with delight when you do, euphoria ripping through you so forcefully that your legs close as the cold air of the room is suddenly too sensitive against your centre. The buck of your hips is embarrassingly involuntary.

Ari’s eyes close as he leans further into the glass, chasing his own end as quickly as he can, his chest heaving as it tries to forcibly inhale some much needed air into his lungs. 

He grunts, his entire body spasming and you watch exhausted and mesmerised at the man standing before you unravel so exquisitely. Even in the midst of an orgasm, he’s still marvellous to look at, perhaps even more so in this temporary, vulnerable state. 

A lazy smirk expands over Ari’s face as he breathes heavily against the glass, trying to regain some composure. 

“Hm, maybe I should’ve included that in my book,” he laughs softly.

You can only return his smile while he straightens up and tucks himself away, zipping up his slacks before asking: “So, same time tomorrow?”

***

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The Captain’s Daughter

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Orignal Female Character, Steve Rogers X Natasha Romanoff

Summary: Violet Rogers is the daughter of non other than Captain America and Black Widow. Working as a nurse at the Washington DC general hospital, her life is pretty normal despite her parents being top agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. However after a recent mission, a new threat has hit S.H.I.E.L.D. and Violet finds herself as a target, discovering their greatest weapon, The Winter Soldier.

Warnings: Kidnapping, Dark Bucky Barnes, Kissing, Dom Bucky Barnes, Manipulation, Torture, Brainwashing, Captive, Light Bondage

Chapter 1

“Dad, I don’t need you to give me a lift to work, I can drive myself” Violet groans in the car seat, giving her dad a side glance. She insisted to him this morning she was fine to get to work by herself like she did any other day, what was different about today. Steve smiled, not taking his eyes off the road as he replied to his daughter.

“I know but it’s not often we get to spend time together and besides it’s on my way to work anyway, I might as well drop you off” Violet couldn’t help the little smile on her face as she stared out the window, watching Washington DC pass her by. It was nice of her dad to think of her and give her a lift and she did have to admit it was easier on her. At least she didn’t have to pay for parking today, the hospital’s prices weren’t cheap, and the employees certainly didn’t get any discount.

“That’s because we’re always working” she replied softly. With her busy shifts of being a nurse at the Washington DC general hospital and her parents busy work life, sometimes they didn’t each other for days. It’s not common for your dad to be a super solider and your mother to be a spy and assassin and for both to be working for S.H.I.E.L.D.

“Perhaps we’ll take a vacation then, the three of us” Steve suggested, and Violet glanced over, surprise written on her face.

“Really… we haven’t been on vacation in ages” it had been a while since the family had been away. The last time was when Violet was fourteen, they took a trip to Spain. It was nice to finally get some family time in where her parents weren’t talking about work or stressing about missions and taking threats down. After that, they hadn’t been away since her parents were so busy and as Violet was getting older, she was focused on completing her degree in nursing and starting her new job. But the idea of a vacation now sounded like a pleasure to Violet.

“Sure, I’ll take to your mother, and we’ll book somewhere. It’s time we had some time off”.

“Will they let you?”.

“There’s a thousand agents in that building, I’m sure they will survive without two of them” Steve smirked.

“Two of their best ones” Violet tilted her head to her dad, and he laughed softly.

Violet didn’t want to get her hopes up just yet. It was probably easy for anyone to take time off work for a vacation, but her dad was Captain America. She was certain his boss Nick Fury wasn’t going to be too happy with her dad wanting some time away and she didn’t want what happened on previous vacations where they had to end early because S.H.I.E.L.D. needed them for a mission. At the time she was upset but as she grew older, she understood who her parents were and what they did for this country. They were important people and if S.H.I.E.L.D. needed them, then the matter was important as well.

Steve pulled up to the outside of the hospital, breaking smoothly. The hospital car park was surprisingly quiet for the morning.

“I have mission tonight, so your mother and I won’t be home till late most likely” he said, and Violet nodded. She was used to this now. Depending on her shifts, it was often Violet was home alone, especially when she worked the day shift and her parents had a mission that night but over the last few months, it had gotten better, seeing her parents more than she had before.

“Okay, hope everything is okay” Violet wasn’t one to ask the details and even if she did, her dad wouldn’t tell her or couldn’t tell her. That information was classified, and she’d most likely not understand it either but that didn’t stop her from checking on her parents and making sure whatever it is they were fighting for wasn’t going to put her in harms way.

“It’s fine, nothing to worry about, just another simple takedown that’s all” her dad shrugged as if what he was going to do tonight was a walk in the park… well it mostly certainly was for him. Violet smiled, gathered her bag before leaning over and kissing her dad’s cheek.

“Thanks for the ride dad, be careful” she said as she slipped out the car, giving a short wave to her dad. She said it every time he went on a mission. The last person she wanted to see at her work was her mother or father wounded.

“I will” he yelled back as Violet trotted up the stairs of the hospital and then heard the roar of the car echo.

“Morning Vi, I didn’t see your car this morning” Riley, her best friend and fellow nurse greeted as she entered the nurse’s station where they picked up their day list of patients for today.

“Hey Ri, yeah my dad took me this morning”.

“Oooo, Captain America driving his daughter in his whip, was he wearing his suit” Riley teased, and Violet laughed, scoffing, and shaking her head at her friend.

“No Riley he wasn’t, he was driving me to work not fighting criminals” Riley laughed along with her as they walked down the never-ending hallway of the hospital.

“That’s not like him to drive you to work though”.

“I know, I insisted I didn’t need a ride but it’s on his way to work anyway, he’s going on a mission tonight, I don’t know if it has anything to do with that” Violet said with worry in her tone as they walked on. Of course, everyone knew Steve Rogers was her father better known as Captain America, but Riley was the only one Violet would tell anything about her dad or mom and S.H.I.E.L.D. She defiantly didn’t want to get her parents into trouble by telling everyone what missions they were going on or what was happening at S.H.I.E.L.D. but she had to tell someone. Keeping things bottled up inside her wasn’t good for her and Riley was her best friend, the one person she trusted the most.

“What mission are they going on?” Riley said quietly as they started to pass people in the hallway.

“I don’t know, he didn’t say. He said it was an easy one though and nothing to worry about, I’m sure it’s nothing” Violet said to herself, shrugging the idea away.

“Yeah, and besides, he’s Captain America and your mom is Black Widow, they would never let anything happen to you” Riley smiled, and Violet relaxed. She was right, her parents would never let harm come to her.

“Your right” Violet said and riley flicked her hair over her shoulder.

“I know, I’m always right” she smirked, and Violet hummed, rolling her eyes playfully, earning a smack from her best friend.

“What’s your day looking like?”.

“Not too bad… lots of shots today, how about you?”

“Loads of blood tests and a few x-rays so all in all pretty chilled, I’m going to be on my own tonight, want to come over?” Violet asked as they reached their rooms which happened to be opposite each other.

“I can’t, Jacob is taking me out tonight, he has some making up to do” Riley sighed but a devilish grin appeared on her face and Violet knotted her brows together.

“What’s he done now?” she asked.

“What hasn’t he done, I’ll tell you at lunch” Riley winked, and Violet nodded.

Violet sat at her desk, writing up her notes for her patients she had seen today. If there was one thing she hated about this job, it was the constant paperwork and updating of records. Yes, it was an important part but so boring. Her fingers were turning sore from all the typing she had been doing and her eyes had been glued to the screen for so long her sight was starting to blur, her neck cramping and her head starting to ache along with it.

Luckily for her, her phone ringing brought her out of her robot-like state, and she was able to take a break. It was her mother calling.

“Hello” she answered sweetly.

“Hey baby, it’s me” Natasha answered.

“Hey mom, everything okay” she said with a little panic in her voice.

“Yeah, everything’s fine, I was calling to tell you your father and I are going to be out tonight”.

“I know, he told me this morning” Violet twiddled the pen between her fingers, spinning it around effortlessly, all those years of lectures had taught her how to do it.

“Wow, he actually remembered, I’ll have to give him a reward for that” Violet gagged and cringed at her mother’s words but laughed afterwards. Her mother’s wit and comedic comebacks were what she loved the most about her and of course her strong will and fight in her.

“You going to be okay on your own?” Natasha asked.

“Yes, I’ll be fine mom, I’ve been on my own before” she said with a groan.

“I know, just checking, hopefully we won’t be too late but if something happens, I’ll let you know”.

“Okay, hope everything is okay?” again Violet spoke with a worried tone.

“It’s fine darling, nothing to worry about, this will be a piece of cake and I don’t suspect we’ll be too long”Violet smiled to herself. There was no argument when it came to her mother’s ability and sense in how easy a mission was going to be. The two of them were the best agents out there and together they were the ultimate team. They hadn’t lost a single one so far and they defiantly didn’t plan on doing so. Her mother wouldn’t live it down and neither would her father.

“Okay well be careful” Violet said softly.

“You don’t need to worry about me, your father maybe” Violet giggled, and Natasha chuckled softly.

“Okay well I better go mom; I’ll see you in the morning then?”.

“I love you, bye”

“Bye mom” Violet hung up her phone and took a deep sigh. She knew she needn’t worry but she couldn’t help this feeling in the back of her head. She was sure it was nothing and had complete faith in her parents. Perhaps an order of her favourite takeout and a good movie tonight would take her mind of everything.

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✨Life With You✨ [10]

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader Warnings: Mentions of Sex  Word Count: 613 A/N: Sorry this part is a little boring but you can guess what the next part is going to be😏😏😏😏😏 Please reblog and like🖤 

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Studying your reflection in the mirror, you finally felt content. The week had been long and problematic for so many reasons and you just craved normality and intimacy with Andy. Time to just be husband and wife, enjoying each others company with no distractions. 

It was 7pm and you had just put the finishing touches to your make-up. Already wearing your dress, you grinned at what was hidden underneath as a surprise for Andy later. You considered yourself an independent woman who definitely didn’t rely on anyone but damn, if you didn’t love getting dressed up and pretty for your husband. 

Your curling iron was heating up on the bathroom counter as you checked the time again. Literal minutes had passed but your reservations were at 8pm and you didn’t want to be late. Andy was still downstairs working but you knew he would get ready quick enough. He would never make you late for date night. He had made reservations at your favourite Italian restaurant, chuckling that he chose it because you hadn’t stopped talking about pasta all week. 

Continuing getting ready, you smiled as Andy appeared behind you 10 minutes later. 

“Honey, you look beautiful!”, he cheerfully spoke as he wrapped his arms around your waist, fingers dancing over the silk material of your dress. 

You blush before trying to navigate curling your hair whilst Andy was attached to you. You wiggled slightly, trying to get out of his grip. 

“Babe, you need to let me go so I can finish getting ready. Also you need to get ready!” You giggle. 

“Well, how am I meant to concentrate on anything other than you right now. Especially in that dress”, he growls seductively. 

Rolling your eyes, you teasingly swipe your tongue across your bottom lip and stare at Andy through the mirror. He groans at your teasing before releasing you to get himself ready. 

Sitting in the evening sun with a glass of wine, you were now waiting for Andy to finish getting ready. You felt as if you were positively glowing at this point, complete serenity at the excitement of a whole evening with Andy. 

At the restaurant, Andy leads you in, hand resting on your lower back. Guiding you through the restaurant, you grin as you realise Andy has booked a private room. It was obvious that Andy could tell you needed this after an intense week. You could see how determined Andy was to make it up to you and you couldn’t help but smile because it was definitely working. 

The evening is perfect. Andy orders a bottle of champagne and indulges everything you want for the whole night. Sharing one too many pasta dishes and dessert, you feel relaxed and cherished. Any chance Andy gets, he keeps a loving hold on your hand; absentmindedly playing with your rings. You can’t take your eyes off him, completely infatuated with your husband. 

As the evening draws to a close, it’s clear both your minds wander to your after dinner activities. You watch as Andy obviously eye fucks you as your heel travels cheekily high up his leg under the table, completely unfazed by the looks you were receiving from the waiter as Andy settled the bill. 

Once the waiter disappears, you lean over the table to give Andy a kiss as a thank you for dinner. Your ulterior motive being to give Andy an explicit view down your dress, a slither of black lace visible; a silent promise of what’s to come. He smirks, obviously knowing what you were doing but relishes in the view anyway. 

And as you leave, it becomes a desperate scramble to get home quickly. 

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Did we had a fight last night?

“Did we had a fight last night?” you say when you discover Chris sleeping on the sofa “i think i would remember it”

“good morning” he says waking up

“good morning, why are you on the couch?” you sit next to him and he gives you a quick kiss.

“i...It was late when I got home last night and I didn't want to wake you up”

“So have you slept all night on the sofa?“ you feel bad, the sofa was not very comfortable to sleep on.

“yeah... my neck is killing me” he says and you start to massage his neck.

“well...next time come to bed okay?, i don’t care if you wake me up” you give him a kiss on the neck

“are you sure?” He runs a hand around your waist.

“I sleep better in your arms” you kiss him and he smiles between kisses.

“I also love sleeping with you in my arms, you make a perfect pillow” he jokes.

“you know what, i think ....I think I can spend a few more nights sleeping alone” you say getting up from the sofa.

“please don’t, i was joking....” He gets up and clings to your body “i love sleeping with you....specially when we don’t really sleep” 

“well it's six in the morning .... we could still get some sleep” you say biting your lip

“let’s not  waist any time“ He smiles and takes you in his arms leading you to the bedroom both smiling.

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Bad Idea - 2

Bucky Barnes x Reader social media!AU

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Stained Like Georgia Clay, Part 9

Summary:  tornado season

Pairings:  Cole Turner X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  tornado, explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, loss of virginity, PIV sex, unprotected sex, pull out, blood, breeding kink, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.8K

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“Cole!” His mother pulls into his little driveway, her face filled with worry as she walks up his steps.  “Cole!  You need to get to the house.”

“Why?” He steps out onto the porch, and the wind was already changing.  It was too calm in the Hollar.  The birds weren’t flitting around in the sun.  The temperature had gotten colder, and there was a darkness looming in the distance.

“There’s a tornado warning.  Come to the house and get in the…where are you going?” Cole bolts to his truck.  His body on autopilot, “Cole Riggan Turner!  Get your ass up to the house.”

“I can’t.  She…she’s alone.  I gotta get to her, she doesn’t like storms,” Rachel wants to be mad at her son as he quickly backs up, and heads towards your house, but there was a sweetness in the way he didn’t hesitate to make sure you were okay.  She didn’t care what her son said, he was very much in love, no matter how much he might try to deny it.

She stomps up his steps, and closes up the door, hoping that this tiny little house would be okay in the storm.  No matter, she needed to get back home, and get her husband in the basement, and pray for safety.  Smiling despite the seriousness, because her forever bachelor son had fallen for a local girl.  One that would have to deal with some explaining when your parents returned, but she hoped that Alan could look past everything, because Cole really was trying to be a gentleman.

Dust stirs up in your driveway as you try and pull everything into the house and garage.  Rocking chairs were already indoors, and now you were working on the plants.  Closing up the shutters, you scream out Loretta’s name that was too busy putting the cows up.  Looking down the driveway you see that bright red truck, and want to jump in his arms.  

He yells at Loretta as well, and that goofy dog finally listens, and she runs up to the house.  Hail starts pounding onto anything not covered, but he still waits until Loretta walks through the open door.  Circling around her bed, before laying down.  “Bee, you got food and water?  Gotta basement?”

“Yeah,” you answer quickly, grabbing up a basket of a few more snacks and jars of peanut butter and honey.  “There’s a kitchen downstairs.  Generator, too.  Cole, what’re you doing here?”

“I couldn’t leave you here alone.  I’m gonna wait out this storm with you,” he places a hand on your hip, kissing your forehead softly when the sirens start.  Your body starts trembling, and Loretta violently starts barking.  “Bee, I’m right here.  Show me the basement.  I’ll grab her bed.”

You walk towards the basement, and he urges you down the stairs.  Locking the door before following you, and he lays Loretta’s bed beside the fireplace.  “It’s nice down here,” he mumbles as you put the basket on the bar.  “Are there beds, or are we sleeping on the couch?”

“There’s a bedroom,” he walks closer to you, trying to get you to focus on him, instead of the storm sirens that are much more distant now that you were in the basement.  “Thank you.  I hate storms.”

“I know.  You told me.  I couldn’t leave you alone, Bee.  I think you’re stuck with me now.”

“I think I can live with that,” you whisper.  He pulls you into him, and starts swaying the two of you back and forth.  Giving him a smile, you settle your cheek against his chest.  Focusing on the steady beating of his heart.  Practically clinging to his shoulder as you dance around.  “Cole, this isn’t helping me block out those sirens.”

“What would help?”

You lift off him, giving Cole a sweet smile.  It was a risk, but one you were okay with taking.  There wasn’t anything that could hold the two of you back.  You had continued to ask him to fuck you, and every time he had refused.  He wanted your first time to be a bit more special.  Wanted an actual bed, and there was one, “Kiss me,” you smirk, and he leans down, capturing your lips with his own.  

Pushing him back onto the couch, you sink over him.  Letting his hands roam where they will.  Going from firmly holding your hips to sliding up your body, fondling your breasts, and you start grinding on him.  His hardening cock was right at your covered core.  Wearing no more than a dress and panties, you felt everything.  Reaching down, you remove the dress.  Letting the thin cotton glide over your sticky skin, Cole stops his motions to stare at your body.  Starting to shake his head no.

“Cole, stop it.  Just go with the flow,” his eyes flick down to your tits, before back up to your face.  The noisy wails of the siren become a distant sound as he leans forward.  Cupping your breast while he sucks on your nipple.

You reach down to his shirt, and greedily pull it off.  Your fingers tickle over his arms as you outline the hills and valleys of his muscles.  Cole’s mouth moves back up your body, pressing open mouth kisses on your neck.  Not even caring if he left any marks, tonight you would fully be his.  In every way, shape, and form.  And he didn’t care who knew.  Didn’t care if preacher Bill or Hal saw those bruises made by his mouth.

Gripping at your ass, he stands.  Your legs wrap around him, and you know that he could feel how hot you were.  Just how needy you were for his touch, “Bee which one is the bedroom?” He says on your neck.  Every vibrate of his voice on your heated skin was going right to your core.  

“Second.  Second door on the right,” your voice hiccups.  Looking directly at him, he gives you a nod.

“I gotta make sure my girl isn’t scared.  Do you hear the sirens?” You didn’t even hear the wind whipping around, or branches falling off the trees.  Didn’t notice the power flashing.  The only thing you saw at this moment was Cole Turner.

He lays you down on the bed, and sits on his heels.  You nervously try to figure out if you want to keep your legs spread, or close them.  You were soaked.  He couldn’t stop looking at the dark wet spot on your panties, and even how you swished your legs closed before spreading them back wide.  His fingers slowly pull apart his belt and pants, and you move to cover your tits, “You want to show me all of you, Bumblebee?” Biting at your lip, you lift your ass, shimmying out of your panties.  

“Keep your legs spread,” he moans, leaning down to spread apart your lips, staring at your tight little hole that he had spent the better half of a week stretching out with his fingers.  Your pussy clenches around nothing, and sticking his tongue out flat, he licks up your slit.  Just like fucking honey.  You had the sweetest taste, and he was absolutely addicted to it.

Your slick was coating your thighs, making every part of your nether regions glisten in the faint light, “Cole,” you desperately whisper, and his eyes move up to yours, “I wanna feel you in me.  Not your fingers either.  Please?”

It takes everything in him to get fully naked.  Pulling off his pants and underwear, before he was back over you, “You wanna see?” He asks, rubbing his tip up and down your folds.  Coating his thick member in your arousal, and you shake your head no.  “Why?”

“I just wanna watch you.  I know…that it’s gonna…it’s gonna sting, but just keep going.  I’ll get used to it.  But I wanna see your face.  You said you’ve never had a virgin?” He chuckles, shaking his head no, “Then I get to have one of your firsts.”

That wasn’t all that you had, that was a first.  You already owned his heart, and that was without a doubt a first.  You had his time, and that wasn’t something he gave away freely.  You had him falling asleep thinking about your smile, taste, and scent.  You had his future, because he couldn’t see a life without you in it.  

You give him a nod of your head, and his spongy tip pushes through your entrance.  Seething, you grip to his arms.  Your eyes intently on his as his eyes turn completely black with lust.  His pupils blown wide with his complete adoration of you.  He wants to feel every inch of your walls.  Could almost blow his load upon contact because your virginal cunt was squeezing him so tight.  Your walls melted onto him, and he doesn’t stop until he’s balls deep.  Leaving you gasping for air, those sweet little strangled sounds are a mix of pleasure and pain.

You whimper out his name, grabbing at his back, and your eyes go misty.  Once the tear breaches the edge, Cole kisses them away, repeating how he was sorry, “No, god, no.  Cole…it’s…you’re…Cole?”

“Breathe, baby, breathe.  I’m right here.  You okay?” You nod your head quickly.  The grip on his back turns to rub over those broad shoulders.  He was yours fully.  His pulse was racing and you could feel it deep in your core, but you couldn’t breathe.  “Bee, relax.  You…you’ve got me in a chokehold anyways, but every time you tense up, baby, I can’t even move.”

“I’m sorry,” his hands push your legs further apart, pressing your upper thighs into the bed, and keep you spread wide.  “Fuck.  That better?”

“Y-y-yeah.  Cole aren’t you supposed to move?”

“Yeah, I’m just letting you get comfortable,” he chuckles, looking deep into your eyes.  This was the perfect distraction.  You were either ignoring or blocking out the crackling thunder outside.  He pulls himself out of your tunnel slowly.  Dragging himself completely out of your warmth, and you plead for him to enter back into you.  Whimpering at the loss of him, and even push on his back to go back to your warmth.  He pushes in with much more need, causing your back to arch up, bringing you closer to him.  Sounds that you didn’t know were possible echoing off your lips.  “How was that?”

“Keep going,” you beg, and Cole thrusts into you.  “Yeah,” you urge him.  It was happening too fast.  A tightness in your tummy starts to build, and you will it away.  You wanted Cole like this for the rest of the night.  “Yeah.”

“Bee, darling, let go.  I feel you trying to hold off on that orgasm.  Trust me, you can cum as many times as you like.”

“I don’t want to right now,” your brows furrow as you look up at him, but your walls don’t stop.  They constrict around him, and he gulps, trying to push his own orgasm aside.  “Can we do it again?”

“I’m not gonna stop making love with you,” a desperate mewl spews out of your mouth, and your walls clench down so tight.  Holding him in place as you convulse around him.  Wrapping his cock in your warmth.  Coming over his girthy shaft felt so much better than his fingers.  “You okay?”

“Don’t stop.  I want that again.”

“Fuck, I’m trying.  One more time like that, and I’m a goner.  I’ll have to wake you up later, just to fuck you again.”

“Can I be on top next time?”  There was nothing more that he wanted than to see you take him fully.  Having gravity make you take even more of him.  Watching as you try and figure out how to move in a way that feels good, while he takes in every bit of you.  Let’s you discover yourself in him inside of you in a different way.  “Cole, go harder.”

“I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“Hurt me,” that look.  That pouting face looks up at him, giving him a nod.  “I give you permission to hurt me.  It won’t hurt for too long.  Just don’t leave me.”

“I won’t.  I’m staying right here, Bee, “ he slides his hands down your arms, before slamming them above your head.  Weaving his fingers into yours, and he ruts into you with a fiery need.  His hips roll him into you.  And no amount of your pitiful whimpers, and strangled breaths were stopping him.  Even the tears that pour out of your eyes as you try to scream his name.  It hurt so good.  A bit less painful now.  The stinging was almost completely gone, but he was still there.  Stretching you out deliciously.

His body laid over top of you, while you just take every pounding thrust.  Your jaw slack, and unable to make any coherent sentence.  Eyes rolling in the back of your head as another orgasm builds up.  Cole goes even harder, and the dam breaks.  A flood of your juices, coats his cock, and he only drives harder.  You choke out his name, and grit your teeth.  You were amazing.  In this moment, you were existing only for both of your pleasures.  

Your nails dig into his hands, while his movements become sloppy.  He grunts out some in coherent sentences, cussing when pulls out, and spurts his seed on your mound.  You throw your head back panting.  His cum starts oozing down your slit, and Cole has a strong desire to push it into you with his fingers.  He had never let things get that close.  Had never wanted to watch and see what would happen with his spunk.  But here he now was with the most devious thoughts in his mind.  

You sit up a bit, grimacing as you move, and a drip of his spend goes right in between your lips.  He finally looks away as you stare at his cock, “What is that?”

“Blood.”

“Oh, god,” you get sick to your stomach, looking down to see the mess between your thighs.  “Why?”

“Probably because those muscles were stretched, and they took a bit of a beating.  Is there a bathroom?”

“First door.  I’m sorry.”

“Why?” Your hand cups your mound and you wince, and he tries not to moan at the thought of your hand touching his mess.  Spreading his spunk all through your folds.  

“I didn’t mean to.”

“Bee, baby, that’s nothing.  I kinda figured it would happen.  Let me…I’ll be right back,” you bite at your lip, pulling your hand up to look at his and your cum mixed with your blood on it.  “Bee,” he says softly, holding a warm washcloth.  “Let me see, baby.  Let me clean you up.”

“This is so embarrassing.”

“This is sexy,” he gulps, wiping you clean, finishing with wiping at your hand.  “This means that you are mine.  No one else can ever have that moment, but me.  This is normal.”

“You’re not mad?”

“No.  I’m actually quite turned on, and if you keep looking down at your cunt, I’m going to need to fuck you again.  And I know you need some rest.  C’mere,” he starts pulling down the covers, and crawls into the bed.  With a smile, you go over to his side, and he wraps you up in his arms.  Your back presses firmly on his front, and you’re not sure why, but you pull his hand that was around your waist down to your mound.

“What’re you doing?”

“I like the way you feel there,” you yawn, your head growing heavier on the pillow.  “It is yours now.”

“Bee?”

“Hmm?” The storm was still raging outside, but you were content just like this.

Cole takes a deep breath, not quite ready to say what he was feeling.  It was too soon after sex, and he didn’t want you to get confused.  “You want to wake up with my fingers inside of you?”

“Mhmm.  Is this going to be a regular thing?”

“This is going to be a, I’m not spending another night without you, thing.”

You smile as you start to drift to sleep, mumbling something that he didn’t quite catch, but he had an idea.  He was going to wait until you were more coherent though.  And maybe it was just wishful thinking, but he could have sworn you had uttered I love you to him.  He hopes you did.  He hopes that you were feeling everything that he was, because he couldn’t deny it anymore.  You had in fact captured him.  He was already seeing a future with you.  Thinking about ideas of a bigger house, because he wanted to fill it up with little baby bees.  

He gives you a kiss on your shoulder as the door squeaks open.  Loretta drags her bed into the bedroom, before she plops down.  This was the most comforting feeling he had ever felt.  He didn’t know what was going on outside of this house or this room.  What he did know was that you were asleep in his arms.  You had given yourself to him, and he knew that without a doubt, he was falling in love with you more and more every day.  And he couldn’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.  

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So this happened.

Blimey.

I mean… wow!

Thank you!! 🥺🥺🥺

There once was a time where I barely received much attention with what I wrote, but I blithely continued anyway (while having a moan about it here and there 😂) but perseverance was the key, as was building my blog up. It was a bit like that line in the film Field of Dreams, build it and they will come.

And then you did.

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Gender Reveal

Chris Evans x Reader

Request: Chris Evans x reader where you’re both married with four lil boys aged 5, 4 and twins aged 2 when you guys find out you’re expecting again but you don’t find out the gender as you guys love the surprise and are kinda expecting another boy but surprise! Baby Evans #5 is a lil girl and ugh Chris would be so so emotional to finally have his lil princess who has already got him wrapped around her finger! I love big Boston fam dad Chris stuff

A/N: This is such a great request! I had a lot of fun writing it! And the thought of Chris being over the moon for his little girl, is the cutest thing ever! Hope you like it! Enjoy~

 A gender reveal party.

That was your best idea ever.

Even your husband of almost seven years thought that was a great idea.

When you got pregnant for the fifth time, you and Chris officially became bunnies. But you couldn’t help it. Your husband was an exceptional lover and an amazing father. Chris’ co-stars often joked about this though. They found it incredibly funny for some reason, but they were also really happy.

They watched Chris struggling to find love and happiness, so when you came around, it was natural that they rooted for the two of you.

And now, eight years later, pregnant for the fifth time. Your four boys were also excited for the new baby, although the twins, James and Jeremiah couldn’t really understand what was going on, being only two, all they wanted was to play. Your four year old, Scott, named after his uncle was mama’s little boy, he was always with you, always giving you massages and helping you around. Your oldest, William, was the proud oldest brother, when he was told that he would have to protect another sibling of his, he became more proud and happy. William was a lot like his father, it was like Chris got copied and pasted into his son’s body.

And finally, you, the proud mother of the children, wife of Christopher Robert Evans, the love of his life. You weren’t ready for another child, but fate had different thoughts on this. When you learnt about it all you could say was.

“Again?!”

But you were happy. Your children were your life, your everything. It also helped a lot that your husband was the best dad on the planet and the most supporting person throughout all of your pregnancies and just everything.

Although both you and Chris thought that the baby will be a boy, yet again, you still went with the idea of the party.

It was a nice thing you didn’t do before, and you saw videos of in on Youtube, that’s how it came about.

That’s how Chris found himself, with you by his side, ready to slice into the cake.

You take these kind of things seriously. So when you ordered the cake, you made sure that the frosting would be white and the sponge itself would be the colour of the gender, so even if you cut it, you will only see it once you pull the slice out.

As both of you held the knife, surrounded by your family and close friends, in your huge garden, ready to find out whether Evans Baby #5 would be another baby boy or a girl. You knew that Chris wanted a baby girl, and you couldn’t lie, you wanted a girl too, to finally be able to buy girly clothes, braid someone’s hair. When you asked your boys they said it didn’t matter.

And as Chris and you pulled the piece out, you both froze, while everyone cheered.

Pink.

“It-It’s a-a-a girl.” you said as you looked at Chris. His eyes were watering and he dropped the cake, hugging and kissing you. Soon, you realized the situation as well.

Happiness.

Pure, true and undeniable happiness.

And you knew, even if the cake would have been blue, your reaction would have been the same.

A little girl.

You couldn’t believe it.

***

And soon, there she was.

Born with a healthy, 7.5 lbs. (3.4 kg). Little Emily Evans.

You were still out of breath, you, Chris and the doctors still in the room.

“The mother first.” told the nurse Chris as he went to hold his child.

His daughter.

The nurse placed the small creature in your arms.

You were tired, but never tired enough to not be able to hold one of your child. She was crying, you were crying from happiness.

“Hey, little one. Welcome to the family.” you told her and kissed her head. She started to calm down to your voice, she must have recognized it.

“Look, Emi, there’s your father.” you told her as she looked at you, obviously interested. Chris sat down next to you, looking at her, but she looked at you.

“She’s beautiful. Like her mother.” he said with a calm voice. You noticed that he must have been crying, since his voice sounded like that, but you couldn’t look away from her, not yet.

After a few seconds, she looked at her dad then back at you.

“Hold her.” you told Chris, finally looking away from your daughter. Chris didn’t need to be told twice. You handed her to him and Chris stared to cry again.

“Oh god, you are beautiful, Emily.” he said. You looked at Chris.

When you gave birth, every single time, he was there with you, holding your hand, encouraging you, helping you, and when they were finally there, in his arms, he got so emotional. You could never forget his face. Every time, he showed a different kind of happy.

For William, he was the ‘first time daddy’ happy.

With Scoot, he was a bit braver, but he still cried when he saw that his boy had your eyes.

For the twins, James and Jeremiah, he was ‘worried happy’, because they were born before they were supposed to, and you had some difficulties, but in the end everything turned out perfect. Sure, they were both slim and tiny, but they were healthy, and they soon became strong and full of life.

And now, for his daughter, he was ‘whipped happy’. You could tell. Emily Evans had her dad wrapped around her tiny little fingers before she even opened her eyes. And as they locked eyes, Chris was in for it. His own little princess.

“Thank you, Y/N. For giving me everything and more. I love you.” he said as he finally looked at your smiling, happy-crying face. You looked tired, but still the most gorgeous woman in his eyes.

“I love you too, Chris.” he placed a kiss to your lips and to that your new-born made a sound.

“Opps, looks like my little Angel wants some attention.” said Chris as he looked back as his baby and gave her his pinkie.

“You are soooooo whipped, Evans.” you told him with a small laugh.

“Yeah.” he admitted with a smile. “I am.” you moved a bit closer to him and placed your head on his shoulder.

Soon, you fell asleep from exhaustion, the last thing you saw before your eyes got closed was your daughter’s smiling little face.

Chris let you sleep and he knew, when you woke up, you’d have to introduce the new addition to your family.

But for now, it was only the three of you in the room. With your breathing and his child’s small noises in the room.

You truly made him the happiest man. He thought he didn’t deserve all of this, that this was too much to ask for.

But no, this is his life. His life he shared with you.

And what a beautiful life it is.

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A Little Bit of Wisdom (Chris Evans x Reader)

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: fluff, swearing

Request: could you please do a chris evans imagine where the girl needs to extract two of her wisdom teeth at once then she gets extremely funny after the surgery, but starts to cry when the anesthesia starts to run out bc she’s feeling a lot of pain?

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“Don’t be nervous babe. I’ll be there when you go under, and I’ll be there when you wake up,” Chris squeezed your hand gently, but it did nothing to stop your racing, nervous heart.  

After years of putting it off, you finally decided to get your wisdom teeth taken out; and you were beginning to regret your decision.  They had never bothered you before, but you knew it was for the best to get them extracted. Luckily, Chris has been in that situation before and he even encouraged you to get it done in Boston, by his own father.  

You had met his father a few times and you instantly liked him; which helped you make up your mind to get them taken out by him.  To you, it was all about being comfortable with your doctor or dentist, and Chris’ dad definitely made you comfortable; just not this situation.  

Like many people, you’ve always hated the dentist.  It was something you could never understand, the people who actually liked the dentist. The drills, the noise, it all got to you and your heart had been racing with nerves since the moment you woke up; not even getting a decent night’s sleep.  

~~~

“Well, good news is you only need two of your wisdom teeth removed Y/N,” Dr. Evans said after taking a look at your xrays.  “You will still need to be put under anesthesia since they are not only on opposite sides of your mouth, but one is on top, and the other is on the bottom. It will be a fairly easy procedure so you have nothing to worry about.”

Chris squeezed your hand again as your chair began to lean back.  “I just need you to breath normally and before you know it, you will be waking back up and it will all be over with,” the nurse said.  

~~~

“Sweetheart, it’s all over,” you faintly heard Chris’ voice as you became conscious again.  Your head was fuzzy as you groggily opened your eyes. Looking around, you were confused at first until you realized where you were.  With the smell and the chair you were sitting in, you realized you were at the dentist.  

Looking to your right, you saw an impeccably gorgeous man holding onto your hand; giving you a glorious bright smile.  

“You’re pretty,” you said as it was muffled by the cotton stuck in your mouth.  

The man laughed so hard you couldn’t help but giggle yourself.  “Thank you,” he responded with his beaming smile, “but I’m nothing compared to how gorgeous you are.”

Your eyes widened as you looked into his baby blue eyes.  “You…you think I’m gorgeous?”

Another bark of laughter came from his throat, and deep from his chest as he shook his head in disbelief. “Are you kidding?  You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid eyes on!”

Dr. Evans came into the small room in that moment.  “How are you feeling Y/N?”

“This man thinks I’m gorgeous?  And have you seen him yourself Dr.?  He is the gorgeous one!  Look at how pretty his eyes are.  And his smile.  Holy shit is his smile pretty!”

Dr. Evans chuckled at your words.  “I would hope he has a pretty smile.  I helped him with that.”

“Damn you did a good job! Any woman would be lucky to wake up to a smile like that everyday.”

“Well consider yourself a lucky girl, since you are dating him.”

You looked between the gorgeous man and Dr. Evans.  “Are you fucking kidding me?  I’M dating this gorgeous person?”

~~~

On the way home, the anesthesia began to wear off and you realized how much of a fool you made of yourself back at the dentist office; but Chris assured you that he would never hold it against you.  

Once you got back to his condo in downtown Boston, he helped you get relaxed in his bed.  You only had been laying there a few minutes before the tears began to fall from your face.  With the anesthesia and the Novocain wearing off, your mouth was really starting to hurt.  

“Baby what’s wrong?” Chris asked with concern as he sat down by your side.  

“I’m hurting,” you cried out, feeling foolish.  

Chris rushed out of the bedroom before he was back in a flash with a cup of water and a bottle of pills.  “Here, these are your pain pills.”  He helped you sit up, placing two pills in your hand.  It was hard to open your mouth as you winced at the pain.  You slowly swallowed the two pills before relaxing back in bed.  “Do you want to watch a movie?”  You nodded your head as Chris came around the other side of the bed.  

He cuddled up next to you as ‘The Little Mermaid’ began playing on the TV.  

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Heads Up for a Fairytale (Chris Evans x Reader)

Pairing: Chris Evans x Female!Reader

Warnings: Cavity inducing fluff, slight cursing, bit more angst in this chapter

Part: 3/??, Read more here

Description: Reader and her friend take a trip to Walt Disney World and happen to run into one Chris Evans while waiting in line to board Space Mountain. To pass the time you decide to play the game “Head’s Up.” From pop culture references, flirty looks and Chris being his silly flirty self, you never thought waiting in a line could be so much fun. But the Disney magic has to end eventually…doesn’t it?

Author’s Note: This chapter tends to lean a little more heartwarming than previous, but I want reader and Chris to explore their connection. But, also Star Lord is a favorite of mine so I had to play with his character. Y/N = Your Name, Y/F/N = Your Friend’s Name

Word Count: 5.9k

“So what did he say when you told him?” Y/F/N and you were browsing the mug wall in Mickeys of Hollywood while Chris took a phone call outside the store. Fantasmic was in two hours and you were killing time until the show.

You set down a coffee mug with an intricate Ariel sketching you’d been holding and side eyed her. “It wasn’t so much what he said, but how he said it. This is going to be so much more difficult than I planned. He’s just so,” you paused searching for the right word to describe the pull you felt for him, “so magnetic.” You shook your head to clear it. “That’s cliche, right?” 

You chuckled and reached for the red and blue patterned Mushu mug within your grasp that you’d been eyeing all day to give your hands something to fiddle with.

Y/F/N shrugged as she scanned the wall, “Probably, but he does have a certain magnetism about him. It’s part of what makes him a great actor, I guess. And the fact that he comes off very genuine. He’s willing to do the whole friendship test thing, though?”

“Friendship trial. And yes. Although, he seemed a bit disappointed when I pitched it.”

“Well, I’m gonna go out on a limb and say he probably hasn’t heard the word ‘no’ from women to often.” She laughed looking over at you. “It’s just you who’s crazy enough to make him work for it.”

You blushed and hurriedly turned to another section of the wall. “It’s not like that. I just don’t want to rush things.”

“Why though?” she prodded you, knowing all to well you were trying to hide the truth again.

You sighed and absentmindedly ran your hands along the row of mugs. “I know I’ve just met him but, I- I have this feeling, crazy as it is, or as I may be, that this could be something great. But, if I’m just a fling or a-” you shuddered at the thought, “or, God forbid, a pity distraction that he’ll forget about once he’s back in Hollywood, then I don’t want to get attached.” You swallowed the lump that grew in your throat while you spoke. “It’ll only hurt more when he leaves.” You took a deep cleansing breath. It was quite freeing finally telling her your real worries about this madness.

Y/F/N touched your shoulder softly and gave a sympathetic smile. “I saw the way he looked at you this morning, you’re not a fling and you are no one’s distraction. I think the fact that he’s willing to do things your way means he genuinely cares about you. Plus, it’s good to put him through his paces a little. Makes sure that Boston boy knows you’re not someone to mess with.” She smirked and went look through the trading pin racks.

You smiled at her words and followed along. She always knew how to ease your fears. You didn’t know what you’d do without her. “Oh, I think he’s already seen I can handle my own, but he doesn’t make it easy. I about turned into a puddle at his feet earlier.” You laughed and hugged the Mushu cup closer in embarrassment at the memory.

She grinned devilishly, “It’s definitely going to be fun to see you try to hold back from him all week. You’ve wanted to jump his bones for years.”


You swatted her arm as you tried and failed to hide your grin.

“It’s true!” She said loudly, “You don’t expect me to believe you’ll be able to hold out from taking full advantage of that superhero body, do you? I give it three days, tops.” 

“Stop it!” You shushed her while trying to hold back laughter. “I don’t know why I’m friends with you sometimes.”

“Because you love me.” You stuck your tongue out at her and she giggled, “And he did say he does all his own fingering…”

Your mouth dropped, “Oh my God, I can’t with you!” You ducked your head in embarrassment as you started walking to the t-shirts on the other side of the store to get away from her teasing.

“And that he could do it all day!” she shouted after you. A few heads turned towards her as you walked past.

“Done!” You yelled back.

“Done with what?”

You turned to see a charmingly confused Chris sliding his phone into his pocket by the side doorway.

You blushed, “Done shopping, I meant.”

He smiled and motioned to the mug in your hand, “You going to buy that or are you trying to make a quick getaway?”

“Quick getaway, but apparently I’m not quick enough.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that, you stole my heart pretty quickly,” his eyes widened in amusement and his mouth opened in a ta-da grin. That was possibly the cheesiest line you’d ever heard, but coming from him it was a little endearing.

“Wowww,” you drew out with a disbelieving laugh, “Proud of that one are you?”

“I’d say so, yeah,” he beamed, clearly pleased with himself.

You patted his bicep with a sympathetic nod, “Don’t quit your day job, sweetie.”

He threw his head back as though wounded and grabbed his chest in mock hurt, “Ouch, what a way to cut a man, Y/N.”

“You’ll live,” you chuckled as you made your way to the register. You asked the cast member to send the mug back to the hotel for pick up tomorrow and as she went wrap it, Chris leaned his tall frame against the counter next to you.

“And I thought you said no cute couple names. So eager to break the rules already, babe?” he taunted with a dark glint in his eyes. You gulped at the intensity of his gaze. He wasn’t touching you, but if you moved a few centimeters to the left you would be pressed flush against him. If he’d only move a little closer…

Suddenly, the realization of his precise placement hit you. He was respecting the rules of the friendship trial, but making it clear you could break them any time you wanted. The idea was more than tempting. Your knees got weak at the memory of his words from earlier, ’you don’t have to kiss to be intimate.’ Jesus, the way he could go from a goofy meatball one minute to a fucking sex god the next was frustrating as hell.


Before you could respond, the worker returned and you finished paying. Chris coughed and pushed off the counter, tugging his hat down to hide his face. He was still centimeters away, but he made no move to close the distance. You thanked the cast member and accepted the receipt before turning the opposite direction of Chris to find Y/F/N. You thought back to your earlier worries and quickly got control of your hormones. The friendship trial was a good idea.

You spotted her still checking out the pins and started weaving through the racks towards her.

“So, what’s our next stop?” Chris asked, following behind you.

“We could go grab a bite to eat?” You suggested reaching Y/F/N.

She shrugged with a frown, “I’m still kind of full from lunch right now. What about Star Lord and Baby Groot? We haven’t met them or any of the Star Wars characters yet. And Quill was your number one meet on this trip during planning.” She hid her smirk as you started walking out of the store and into the busy street.

You spluttered as Chris raised an eyebrow appraisingly, “I was- he was not- for Baby Groot not-Captain America s’my favorite.” You clamped your mouth shut and felt your cheeks blazing red, and not from the sun.

He chuckled quietly as you made your way past the Chinese Theater.

“Aw I’m going to miss Great Movie Ride,” you lamented, effectively changing the subject.

“Yeah, it was a classic, if a little outdated.” He looked wistfully at the tall red pillars that flanked the entrance to the now closed ride.

“Indiana Jones was my favorite set on it.”

“Mine too!” He said excitedly. “Snakes. Why’d it have to be snakes?” He quoted, dropping his voice into a gruff scratchy tone that did oddly sound like Harrison Ford.

“Fortune and glory, kid. Fortune and glory.” You quoted back doing your own best Indy impression, which only made him laugh harder.

“It’s not the years, honey. It’s the mileage.” And although he affectionately chucked you on the chin, you had to admit that line sent shivers down your spine with the way he drawled out the words.

The moment was quickly squashed as he pointed dramatically at a random trashcan and shouted, “That belongs in a museum!”

“You guys are such nerds,” Y/F/N sighed, rolling her eyes. She gripped her bag and skipped down the steps of Animation Courtyard.

“You there! Halt!” a robotic voice shouted from behind you. Your heart pounded as you froze in fear wondering what the hell you all did to be shouted at. Chris had both his hands up in surrender near his face and you met his eyes in worry before he peeked over his shoulder.

He let out a loud laugh of relief and dropped his hands. You hesitated for a second before quickly turning your head to see why he was no longer in defense mode.

The sight that met your eyes had you internally cringing in embarrassment at the fact that you very much thought you were about to be banned from Disney World forever. The only thing you were in danger of though was pissing off the first order.

Two stormtroopers were your assailants.

“Don’t be alarmed!” one said as they neared you. They wore the full white and black stormtrooper armor along with the voice masking modulator.

“Too late for that dude,” Y/F/N said, taking a step back nervously.

“Careful citizen, there are resistance fighters in the area,” one walked up extremely close to Chris and eyed him up and down. 

A crowd was beginning to form as they watched the troopers. It wasn’t like they were hard to miss. You saw Chris reflexively tense and his chest began to rise and fall rapidly at the close proximity of both the stormtrooper and the encroaching crowd. He glanced at you with a complete look of helplessness. You felt a sudden surge of protectiveness flood through your body. You knew his fear was more from the crowd than the cast member, but you had to get him out of there. You glanced around to Y/F/N as an idea struck.

She was watching the interaction and frowned as she saw Chris’s impending anxiety attack. She looked to you for guidance as you motioned your head from her to Chris and over to the entrance of The Little Mermaid show, aka ‘get Chris and get him out of here.’ She nodded in understanding.

“The resistance is closer than you think,” you said fiercely, playing along so the attention would shift to you so Chris and Y/F/N could move a little more out of sight of the crowd. The trooper turned to you and moved into your personal space. They towered over you, but up close they weren’t very intimidating. This could be fun.

“Let me see your identification,” the robotic voice commanded.

“Best damn pilot in the galaxy ring any bells?” You cocked an eyebrow and crossed your arms smoothly. The crowd whooped at the reference and you saw Y/F/N and Chris slip safely into the shade of the building.

The trooper stepped back in shock as he tapped his friend on the shoulder and pointed at you, “Captain Phasma will hear about this.” They were very good at conveying emotions even though their faces were covered.

“Be sure to tell her Finn says hello,” you smiled knowingly. A small girl in a Rey costume clapped and gave a loud “ohh.”

“The first order will be victorious!”

“Never tell me the odds.” The small crowd cheered as you stared down the duo. The surge of adrenaline in you veins was intoxicating as you faced down the first order.

As they began to move away to continue their patrol, the Stormtrooper who originally confronted Chris pointed his index and middle finger first at his eyes and then towards you as he said, “I’m watching you.”

You tilted your chin defiantly, “Your eyes can deceive you. Don’t trust them.”

The crowd began to disperse as you watched them interact with the small Rey from earlier who was shooting daggers with a venomous glare their way. You grinned and turned to find Chris and Hayleigh walking back towards you.

“That was awesome!” she squealed grabbing your upper arms and shaking you in excitement. You giggled at her overzealousness. You felt Chris’s eyes on you and the familiar blush started rising on your neck. “I’ve never seen you like that before. The way you just stood up to them as they came at Chris. You were incredible!”



“We should probably hurry before the Star Lord meet closes,” you mumbled sheepishly shrugging off her compliments in embarrassment.

You resumed the walk down Pixar Place towards the “One Man’s Dream” building where the Star-Lord and Baby Groot meet and greet were held and as you finally reached the building Y/F/N wandered off to check out the displays further in.

You and Chris fell into step and slowly took in the exhibit. Standing in front of an old sketch of the Disneyland castle in California, you could feel the warmth from Chris’ tall frame next to you even though you weren’t touching him. You turned slightly to see him examining the artwork with a small frown on his forehead from concentration. You watched him fondly as he mouthed the words while reading the plaque next to the picture.

You smiled. You liked it when he was close. It felt comforting in a way that was hard to describe. For all the puppy like energy and flirty remarks you knew he had in him, he also possessed a very calming presence that was nice to have nearby.

“You know, I’ve always thought Steve Rogers has some Indiana Jones tendencies,” you mused, interrupting his train of thought. He raised his eyebrows questioningly as you began to ramble your reasoning, “Well, both fight for the little guys. Both put theirselves in unnecessary dangers. And they’re both good men who don’t hesitate to fight for what’s right when the time comes. Growing up watching Indiana Jones is why I think I immediately loved Steve Rogers so much. They’re a lot alike.”

“…And both hate Nazis.” Chris bit his plump bottom lip as he thought over the theory before nodding in agreement, “I’ve never thought about Cap that way, but you’re right. That’s so cool. I love how passionate you are about things like that. It’s really beautiful.”

“Wow, uh, thanks,” you said stunned. “That’s the first time anyone’s ever told me something like that.” You ducked your head in embarrassment.

He nudged your shoulder as you continued walking “You deserve to hear it.” He eyed you over with a calculating look, “Because it’s true. You’re a very honest person who says what’s on your mind. I try to be like that but, with my job…” He trailed off lost in thought and sighed. He nervously tugged his hat again, “Most people are always pretending to be someone they’re not to impress others. It’s hard to know when someone is being genuine with me because of my job. It’s refreshing to meet someone who isn’t afraid to let others see their truth.”

“Trust me, I sometimes wish my mouth would listen to my brain before blurting out whatever passes through it. I’m usually more truthful when I’m nervous, or tipsy.” You giggled as he let out a loud laugh.

“Thanks for that earlier,” Chris whispered quietly enough for only you to hear, passing through a group. You looked over to him in confusion. His long fingers grazed your arm affectionately, “I know you stood up to that Stormtrooper for me. To let me get away from the crowd. And I’m grateful you did.” He clasped your hand tightly trying to convey the words he couldn’t say. “You’re very brave.”

“I’m not brave,” You scoffed, shrugging off his words. He was probably just being nice. “You. You’re brave. You have criticism and hate thrown at you on a daily basis from complete strangers who feel they have a right to your life and still stay kind and down to earth and do what you do. That’s bravery.”

He shook his head turning to fully stare at you. His eyes seemed to have a sadness to them in this moment that you’d never seen in them before, “Being brave isn’t just about the face you show to the world, you know. Someone who saves the world isn’t any braver than a kid who choses to enter a talent show that they think they’ll lose or asking the person you like out for the first time. Bravery is about choosing to do the thing you fear. No matter how small. Being brave is living.”

You cast your eyes down, intimated by the intensity in his gaze. You’d never thought of it that way. You supposed when you grow up thinking that bravery is something reserved for superheroes and firefighters you forget that the small things make us brave, too. Even you. Without letting you talk yourself out of it, you looped your arm through Chris’. He looked down in shock, but didn’t pull away. 



“Just trying to be a little braver,” you said with a small smile. His eyes sparkled and he mirrored your smile as he tucked your hand into the crook of his arm and placed his other hand over it.

You continued through the exhibit until you reached the entrance for the meet and greet. The room was designed to look like space. The walls had moving galaxies projected onto them that looked like you were entering from the outside of a spaceship to the inside. The floor had silver arrows doing weird zigzags to direct people the way the line was supposed to flow. Y/F/N waved you over near the front and you both hurriedly made your way over to her, apologizing to the others you had to squeeze through.

“You know, today, I feel like Indiana Jones.” He said holding his hands up into the shape of a heart with a cheesy smile. “Because you are the treasure I’m looking for.”

“How many of those do you have?” You laughed.

“Follow me,” the cast member said motioning to your group.

“I guess you’re going to have to find out,” he winked as you made your way into what looked like a spaceship’s workshop. You were all ushered into the corner of the room to wait your turn behind two families.

“Thanks for holding our spot,” you quickly whispered to Y/F/N.


“You’re lucky you showed up when you did or else I was going to get Quill all to myself,” she grinned.

As one family finished up and the next moved forward, you gasped. Baby Groot was quite possibly the cutest thing you had ever seen in your life. And, you had to admit, Star Lord wasn’t bad himself.

“You know if this thing doesn’t work out with Chris, Star Lord seems like a good alternative,” Y/F/N whispered, echoing your thoughts. You heard Chris huff in annoyance behind you both.

“You can put your bags down here,” the attendant motioned over to the wall on the left. Y/F/N and you hurriedly took off your bags and set them down on the floor. She adjusted her ears as you turned around to see Star Lord walking over.

“Well, hey there!” His loud voice singsonged. He held out his arms for a hug, which you eagerly  obliged to. He wrapped you in his leather clad embrace in a tight bear hug that made you giggle. He even smelled good. He slung an arm around your waist and walked you over to the work station where Baby Groot was standing. He jokingly made a ‘stay’ motion with both hands before returning for Y/F/N. You beamed. You could already tell this was going to be a great character interaction.

You noticed Chris had followed and was not so subtly glaring after the actor with his arms tightly crossed. He wasn’t jealous, was he? You nudged his side playfully, “Be cool, Evans.” He glanced down at you with a frown.  “He’s not Hemsworth, remember.” You gave a teasing smile.

He took another moment to pout before giving in and chuckling. “Hemsworth is much prettier,” he stated as Y/F/N and Star Lord made their way over, chatting amicably.

“I am Groot!” You heard a tiny voice on the left say, and Chris and you both turned to stare down at Baby Groot, who looked extremely life like.

“Hi Groot!” You said excitedly, “How are you?”

“I am Groot. I am Groot!” the little tree said with a smile moving his small head back and forth in a conversational manner.

“Ah, do you speak tree, too?” Star Lord asked you, coming up beside you.

“Only a few phrases,” you joked.

“I would have though those large ears on your heads would be translators.” He pointed to you and Y/F/N’s Mickey ears.

You laughed and reached up to touch the Captain America ears. “No these just help me track superheroes,” you said as Chris chuckled.

“So that must be how you found me!” Star Lord said with a smug smile. “Either that or Rocket’s been messing with the ship’s navigation again. Because I am way to good to be caught.”

“I am Groot!” Groot shouted in a offended voice.

“I don’t want to hear it Groot, you know Rocket’s taken the ship apart for less,” he fussed back at the tiny tree.

You beamed. This guy was fantastic!

“By the way,” Peter said suddenly, clapping a hand on Chris’s shoulder, startling him, “has anyone ever told you, you look like a buddy of mine who goes by the name of Captain America?”

Your eyes widened in surprise as Chris exploded in laughter. He gripped Peter’s shoulder leaning into him and grabbed at his chest as though this was the funniest joke he’d ever heard. You saw the cast members giggling knowingly in your direction as they watched the interaction while the photographer snapped away with pic after pic. Your mouth matched Y/F/N’s amused grin as your eyes flicked back and forth between the two of them waiting to see what Chris would do.

“You know, I have heard that a time or two. He and I are really close though, you could almost say we’re the same person,” Chris wiped a tear from his eye, “but he’s totally more handsome than me.”

Peter narrowed his eyes appraisingly before clasping Chris on both arms and squeezing his biceps as though sizing him up. He was Chris’s height, which made the situation that much funnier.

He nodded his head in agreement, “Yeah, you’re definitely smaller.”

You snorted and quickly covered your mouth as Chris stuck his tongue out at you. You lifted your hands in a ‘it was funny, what do you want me to do’ manner.

“Hopefully not where it counts, am I right,” Peter nudged you suggestively.

Oh my God. Did he just? Your brain short circuited for a hot second before you leaned on Y/F/N in support as you both doubled over, unable to hold back your roaring laughter. This was now officially the best character interaction you’d ever had. This actor is definitely channeling his inner Chris Pratt and you were living for it. Chris’s jaw dropped in amused outrage. 

“That’s cold!” He shook his head with a huff. “And here I thought we were friends Quill!” He crossed his well defined arms with a pointed look in your direction, “I’ll have you know, there’s nothing about me that’s small, muscles or otherwise.”

“That’s what they all say,” Peter loudly whispered in you and Y/F/N’s direction.

“I am Groot!” Groot pronounced.

“Yes, you’re right Groot, I’m being mean.” He gave a sorrowful nod to Chris, “I’m sorry Cap clone. You’re the perfect super soldier size just the way you are. But if you do see the real Stevie can you ask him if I can still be an Avenger? I even have a few mixtapes all ready for our battle intro. Although I’m torn between Danger Zone and Eye of the Tiger.”

You smiled, “But Fight For Your Right would make an epic montage.”

He nodded enthusiastically, “Oh, that is going on the list!” He motioned to the cast members, “Please write Fight For Your Right down for Gamora to add to my music rectangle. But don’t let Drax know, or else he’ll want to add those wailing gorilla sounds again he called galaxy instrumentals.”

“I am Groot,” Groot said sadly and Peter shuddered.

“Yeah, they were pretty bad.” He clapped his hands and beamed, “So I guess you guys want a photo with the one and only Star Lord?”

“Yes, please!” Y/F/N said excitedly.

She rushed to stand under his right arm as you moved over to his left. You all shifted so Groot would be in the shot. He smiled as Chris’s hand slid across your back to your hip where he lightly held onto you. You could feel its weight and were suddenly struck by just how large his hands were on your body. You forced yourself to breath and give a relaxed smile for the camera as a clicking sound went off a few times.

“Oh, could we do one where we’re ‘in love’ with you while Chris crosses his arms pouting?” You recalled a similar convention photo like this with Chris and Sebastian and always thought it was cute. Considering the interaction you’d had with Star Lord, you thought it would be a fun photo.

“Absolutely!” Peter enthused as Chris chuckled but got willingly into position for the photo.

Y/F/N and you both lightly grabbed onto Peter’s jacket in over exaggerated awe as he cocked an eyebrow with a smug smile in Chris’s direction.

“Thank you so much,” you gushed. 

“Aww, anything for my fans,” Peter said giving you another tight bear hug, before doing the same to Y/F/N as you and Chris walked over to scan your magic bands to claim the photos.

“You guys were really cute,” the cast member held out the scanner. “Thank you for coming!”

Peter saluted as you waved goodbye and made your way into the makeshift Guardians of the Galaxy gift shop that was set up outside the exit.

“That. Was. Amazing!” You squealed grabbing Chris’s bicep in excitement. “By far my favorite character meet ever!” 

“He was so freaking hot,” Y/F/N all but moaned trying to peek back into the room before you pulled her unwillingly away.

“He was alright,” Chris muttered clearly annoyed. 

“Don’t be jealous, Evans, it doesn’t suit you,” she teased as you started back through the exhibit hall.

“I am not jealous.” Chris pouted angrily, but you could see a faint redness cover his ears. You smirked. He was totally jealous and it was adorable.

You checked the time on your phone and gasped. “Oh shit, we have to go guys. The show is going to start in 45 minutes. We need to make sure we get good seats.”

You quickly made your way towards the entrance for the long walk to Fantasmic. It seemed the rest of the park was heading there, too. The crowd pressed the three of you together as you got closer in a semi-shuffle. Out of habit, you reflexively grabbed Y/F/N and Chris’s hands so no one would get separated in the onslaught of humanity. He raised an eyebrow amused at your parental move.


“Sorry, I just didn’t want you to disappear,” you laughed nervously.

He shifted his hand to lace his fingers in yours and rubbed small circles on the back of your hand with the pad of his thumb, “Never.”

You made your way into the arena and your breath caught as you stared at the tall cliffs and lights where the show would take place. It was stunning and it wasn’t even lit up yet. Everyone was ushered to the mid left of the stadium style seating and in a row about half way up the bottom of the section. Y/F/N dropped your hand as you all sat down. Chris unlaced your fingers in a silent ‘this isn’t part of the rules’ gesture. You sighed and pulled away but could still feel the ghost of his thumb on the back of your hand. You missed its warmth.

As though the Disney overlords heard your plea, a cast member called out to your section, “Would everyone please stand up and move to the left. Please move down to the end of the row and fill all available space.”

As one, everyone scooted over as much as possible until your thighs and the upper half of your body was pressed tightly between your best friend and Chris freaking Evans.

You leaned forward from your cramped position to see if there was a bit of room by Chris for him to move over a little. There was a person size gap on Chris’s right that his neighbor hadn’t filled, but he’d purposely gotten as close as physically possible. You could already hear his excuse, ‘they said all the way to the left’ and blushed. He wanted to be close to you.

You sat back as giddiness threatened to overtake your senses. He had to though, you logically argued with yourself. They specifically said ‘fill all available space,’ that’s all there is to it. It would be very rude of you to have him move over to take up more space when that could very well be needed by other people. It was the right thing to do. Totally not self-serving in the least…

You noticed Y/F/N scoot a few more centimeters over into the tiny empty space she’d left herself to give you more room. She motioned with her head that you could stretch out a bit more if you wanted, but you gave a curt shake of your head ‘no.’ She looked down to where you were pressed against Chris’s side and gave a cheshire cat worthy grin before turning back to the stage as the lights dimmed and the show started.

...

“So, where should we meet up tomorrow morning?” Chris asked, munching on a pretzel as you all sat on the ground eating your snacks in front of the Chinese theater, waiting for the crowds to ease up after Fantasmic. The show was just as incredible as you remembered.

“We have a breakfast reservation at Chef Mickey’s at 8:30 a.m., if you’d like to come?” You ventured hopefully, swallowing a large gulp of your drink. “I’m sure it’s ok if we add one person to the reservation.”

“That’ll work. Plus, then I can get the rundown on what the plans for the week are,” he said taking another bite.

“When are your meetings?” Y/F/N asked from his other side. “This way we can try to plan around them.” She dusted the churro sugar off of her hands as Chris chewed slowly contemplating his answer.

“Uh, well, they’re, uh,” his fingers fidgeted with the paper his pretzel was wrapped in. “They’re mostly early morning, like before 6 a.m., timezones and stuff you know, and they, uh, shouldn’t last more than a half hour.”

Your face scrunched up in confusion, “Why would they make you stay for half hour meetings? That seems kind of inconvenient and unnecessary.”

He shrugged, “Dunno. I just go where Marvel tells me.”

“Oh Marvel, huh?” Y/F/N questioned mischievously. “Anything to do with Infinity War, perhaps?”

“Now you know if I tell you, I’ll have to kill you,” he sneakily looked around, “they have snipers everywhere.”

“I’ll take that as a yes, then,” she said, smiling smugly. “But we should probably leave. We have an early morning tomorrow and it’s getting late.”

You nodded in agreement. It was late. But after the show, you’d gotten a bite to eat and had a good time chatting as the park died down. It was nice.

You all stood and threw the trash. You looked around at all of the lit neon signs. “Disney parks at closing are always so nostalgic, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, they have this vibe of leaving and coming home at the same time, like-” Chris mused as you strolled under the bright signs.

“Like, they’ll always be here to welcome you back,” you finished knowing how he felt.

“Exactly,” he smiled.

You walked through the closed turnstiles and bid the cast members good night.

“You guys staying at Grand Floridian, too?” Chris asked as you approached the bus board to find your number.


Y/F/N and you burst out laughing as you started walking again.

“What?” Chris asked bemused.

“We’re at Port Orleans Riverside, which was enough of a splurge,” you laughed. “Not everyone has superhero dollars, ya know.” You joked as Chris looked down embarrassed.

“I didn’t mean-“

“I know,” you smiled saving him from further humiliation. “Grand Floridian is a bucket list goal, but not one I’ll be pursuing anytime soon.”

He nodded appraisingly, “I’d like to know what else is on your bucket list.”

“You were one,” Y/F/N mumbled quietly, as you elbowed her in the side. She groaned and rubbed the spot glaring back. You hoped Chris hadn’t heard her, but he didn’t even try to hide his beaming smile as your resort bus pulled up.

“The bus AC calls me like a siren song and I must go to her,” Y/F/N called over her shoulder with a wave. “Later Chris!”

Chris and you laughed.

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow morning then,” he said walking you to the door.

“Tomorrow,” you echoed, not wanting the first day to end.

Chris moved forward to run his fingers down your face before catching himself and pulling back with a sad smile, “Goodbye Y/N.”

“Bye Chris.” 

You made your way down the relatively empty bus as it began to move. You sat in the seat across from Y/F/N and stretched out for the ride back to the resort as your phone dinged. You tiredly pulled it out to see a text from Chris. As you read his message, you couldn’t wipe the smile from your face.

I’m glad I’m on your list…

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