#evan marshall fanfic

[geralts-yenn]

I need you now

Evan Marshall x female reader (second-person pov)

summary: after an accident, your cute neighbor takes care of you

warnings: mention of a car accident, reader gets an injection, has a broken arm, that's it, I think

word count: 3,6k

A/N: A sweet nonnie asked me to write some Evan fluff. My first thought was "Another WIP, I can't do that!" But then the little devil on my shoulder whispered "You always wanted to write for Evan!" And one sleepless night later, I had the plot for this in my head.

Hope you like it, nonnie!

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Slowly, you tried to open your eyes, but everything was just a blurry mix of colors. You realized you felt hot streaks running down your cheeks and assumed that tears must be the reason for your limited sight. Other than that, the only thing you noticed was a piercing pain in your left arm. The kind of pain that suffocates all other senses. 

You didn’t know how long you sat there but after some time your body moved. You blinked again and saw a blurred face hovering above you.

“Hey, ma’am, can you talk to me? What’s your name?” You wanted to nod but realized that your head wasn’t moving. With difficulty, you drawled out your name.

“Okay, that’s good! Are you experiencing pain right now? Do you recall what happened?” You told the guy about your arm and after some thinking you remembered being on your way to run some errands when suddenly there was a loud bang and your car spun around in circles. Then another bang. That was all you knew.

The man kept talking to you, his voice deep and soothing, even if you couldn’t follow what he was saying. Then you felt a sting on your other arm, followed by the sensation of ice running up your arm through your veins. 

After this, everything got clearer with every minute. And the pain in your arm slowly faded. You opened your eyes once more, and now the face in front of you wasn’t blurry anymore. In fact, it was gorgeous. Sharp jaw, covered in maybe three days of hair growth. Dimples on his nose and on his chin. Blue eyes with lashes to die for watching you attentively. Oh, he’s cute. And somehow familiar. You heard a chuckle and realized you probably said this out loud. But you were still too dizzy to really care. 

“Your arm is broken, but apart from that, you seem to be fine. We'll take you to the hospital, but I think there's not much to worry about. You'll get a cast and some painkillers for the next few days.”

Your gaze was still on the medic that was now sitting beside you. And you finally recalled why he looked so familiar. 

He was the guy who ran by your kitchen window every morning. You had seen him the first day after you moved into your new home, he lived across the street from you. 

“You're my neighbor,” you told him with a stupid smile on your face. So you were still a little confused because if you were thinking straight you would have been too shy to tell him.

He looked at you curiously, but then you saw how it clicked. “Yeah, the house with the blue door. You're the girl who moved in recently.”  He gave you a warm smile. “I'm Evan.”

***

There was a knock on the door and you wondered who it could be. You didn't know anyone in this town and you hadn't ordered anything. Maybe it was the police, wanting some more information about the guy that cut you off and hit your car. 

But you would have never suspected to see Evan when you opened the door. 

“Hey! I just wanted to check on you and see if you need anything.” His smile was adorable. You greeted him and let him in, even if you were painfully aware of how horribly you must have looked. 

You told him that you were doing fine. You really did, considering the fact that you had a cast up to your shoulder and you were living alone, most of your stuff still packed away in boxes. So, objectively, you were probably not doing too fine.

And that's what Evan noticed, too, when he saw the plate with the left-overs of dry pasta and ketchup that you've been eating. You were on your way to grocery shopping when you had your accident, so your fridge was almost empty.  Evan looked at you with a frown. 

“And now the honest answer?” He was probably trying to look stern but you couldn't think of anything else as "puppy". 

But you admitted that it would be helpful if he could get you some food and maybe he could also go find the box with your books because you were already bored as hell, not being able to do anything but sit around. 

Evan opened the fridge and made mental notes of what was missing. Then he accompanied you to your bedroom and after opening some boxes, you finally had a book to spend some time with. 

When Evan was gone to get your groceries, your mind went back to how his shirt was riding up his stomach when he reached for your boxes and you had gotten a glimpse at his toned abs. 

You decided you needed to stop thirsting over the nice guy who only wanted to help you, so you carefully sank onto the couch. There was a cup of tea that Evan had made for you before he left and you sighed contently as you opened your book. 

You were about fifty pages in when you realized that your brain had made the male protagonist in your story look like Evan. Maybe you should have been embarrassed, but to be honest, who could blame you? He was incredibly attractive and you were just a woman, not a saint.

You had just arrived at the scene where your book hero admitted his feelings to the oblivious main character and they shared a first kiss, when there was a knock on the door again. 

And seeing the real Evan standing there, packed with bags, did so much more to your heart than the story you were reading. And the way he moved so comfortably around in your kitchen, stowing away the things he got for you, you couldn’t help but think that he really fitted well into your home. Damn, so you really had a crush on him! 

You were trying to help Evan, but he took everything you picked up out of your hand, just asking you where to put it. When everything was put aside, you made your way to the door. 

“Thank you so much, Evan. You really saved me today.” But Evan didn’t follow you. He kept leaning against the kitchen counter with his adorable smile only widening. 

“I’m not done yet. You need to eat some real food. Let me cook something for you, please.” Now, that was unexpected. How could you say no to that? And so Evan started chopping vegetables while you sat back on the couch with your book, as he had insisted. 

Soon the room was filled with the scent of the curry he was preparing for you. Every now and then you glanced over at him and your heart skipped a beat when he caught you and winked, dimples forming on his cheeks by the way he smiled. 

You got up and eventually Evan let you help to set the table and then you both sat there with a plate of curry in front of you. Evan looked at you expectantly as you took the first bite.

“Oh my god! This is delicious. How can I ever make up for your help, Evan?” He chuckled and shook his head. 

“You don’t have to make up for anything. I love cooking and having someone to share a meal actually makes it so much more fun.” 

You chatted about your work and the town and whatever came to your mind while eating and everything felt just incredibly comfy and easy. Evan put the left-overs into your fridge so you could warm them up. And then, of course, he also took it upon himself to do the dishes. You wouldn’t let him, but he was having none of it. 

But then he had put the last plate into the cabinet and it was about time for him to leave. You didn’t want him to, but you would have never told him. So he was standing on your porch, smiling at you. For a second, you considered if kissing his cheek was an option, but you didn’t dare. 

“Thank you, Evan, really! You are my hero today.” To your surprise, he wrapped an arm around you and hugged you. It was a little awkward with your cast in the way, but nevertheless your heart skipped a beat when you felt his touch. 

***

The next day you spent with more reading. And more daydreaming about the man who had turned your life upside down in an instant. You ate the rest of his curry around midday, and the memories of the last night its taste brought back were too sweet. 

You had been sleeping on the couch for a while when you heard the knock on the door. Could this be Evan again? He hadn’t said anything about coming back yesterday. 

You could have jumped for joy when he really stood there at your door. 

“Hey! Are you hungry? I brought some steaks.” He held up a bag. 

This time he actually let you help him. At least the little things you could manage to do with one hand. Evan cut the potatoes and vegetables and put them on a tray, while you were allowed to put the olive oil and herbs on top. When they were in the oven, you started to set the table while Evan took care of the steaks. 

When you both sat at the table and you looked down on your plate, you started to laugh. Evan frowned but then he realized his mistake. 

“Oh shit! I haven’t thought of that. Damn!” Quickly, he moved around the table and squatted down beside you. He took your cutlery and began to cut your steak and vegetables into small pieces, his arms wrapped around you and his chest pressed against your back.

You could feel his breath on your neck and it took all of your willpower not to turn your head and kiss him. Way too soon, all your food was chopped into small enough pieces and Evan was back in his chair. Again, talking to him was so easy and sitting there and eating with him next to you felt incredibly cozy.

Some of the pieces of food were a bit unruly and you had to fight to get them on your fork with one hand. Evan noticed and leaned over. He put them on his own fork and held it out for you. And damn, having this man feed you this delicious meal made you feel things. You watched his slender fingers wrapped around his fork moving to your mouth and you thought about what you wanted those hands to do to you. 

After taking a deep breath, trying to keep your composure, you locked your eyes with Evan. And for the first time you noticed something in his gaze that told you that maybe you weren’t the only one that felt like this. Evan watched you with hooded eyes and licked his upper lip as you took another bite from him. 

The rest of the time you spent eating, you dwelled on how to tell Evan about your growing feelings. This was all happening way too fast for your liking. And the fact that you couldn’t just ask him out on a date because you were forced to stay at home with that stupid cast, sitting here in an old shirt and sweatpants was utterly annoying. Without coming to any conclusion, you just helped Evan to put away the dishes he had washed and then he grabbed his jacket. 

“Hey, can we share numbers? I thought that it would be a good idea. You could send me a text when you need something.” 

‘I need you now’ probably wasn’t the text he had in mind, but it was the first thing that came into your mind, and somehow it felt good to know that you had the opportunity to do this if you ever were brave enough.

As you said goodbye to each other, this time you expected the embrace, so it wasn’t that awkward anymore. But Evan surprised you another time when his lips brushed gently over your cheek. “Good night. Tomorrow I have to work the evening shift. Would you mind if I got us breakfast?” 

***

You hardly slept at all, pondering about your feelings and cursing about the cast that was in your way, no matter how you turned. 

A look in the mirror after you got up made you curse even more. Damn! You managed to wash yourself and you could change your pants. But you just couldn’t get out of that stupid shirt and after three days in it, it was wrinkled and you thought it was smelly too. And your hair!

You tried to comb through it as good as possible with your good arm, but it still looked awful. You needed to wash it, but how? Taking a shower wasn’t an option, and you needed two hands to wash it in the sink or in the bath tub. 

Long story short, you felt like shit. And thinking of Evan seeing you like this wasn’t improving your mood. Okay, he had seen you twelve hours earlier, and probably you didn’t look considerably worse. But twelve hours earlier, you hadn’t yet realized just how much you felt for Evan. At least you hadn’t admitted it to yourself.

Speaking of, there was the knock on the door. 

“Hey! Good morning!” He greeted you with the smile that you had grown to love, but today you didn’t reciprocate. You barely nodded as you let him in. And of course Evan immediately knew something was off. 

“Hey, are you in pain?” He guided you to sit on the couch and squatted down in front of you, switching to paramedic mode instantly. You shook your head but Evan didn’t let go of you. “What’s the matter? You’re not okay!” 

Lacking of other ideas what you could tell him, you went for the truth. At least for half of it.

“I feel horrible. I need to get out of those smelly clothes and I really need to wash my hair.” 

Evan let out a breath he was holding when he heard you. 

“Oh, sweetheart! First of all, you’re not smelly.” He chuckled. “And I can help you with that. I’m a medic, if you forgot.” You hadn’t even thought of that option. And now it was too late to wonder if you were comfortable with Evan doing this for you. Because by now you knew how stubborn Evan was and he surely wouldn’t leave you without helping you. 

He guided you to your bedroom. “Do you have a shirt with buttons or a zipper? It would be easier for you to undress with that.” He looked around in the chaos of boxes that were still spread over the room. 

“I think there should be a zip hoodie in this one.” You pointed to a box standing on top of your bookshelf. Evan fished for it and started to browse through it. As you poked over his shoulder you realized your mistake too late. Evan carefully put your lingerie aside and acted as if he hadn’t seen it, though you noticed his ears reddening. Finally he held the hoodie in his hands. 

That was when you recognized the next problem. You weren’t wearing a bra. You couldn’t let Evan help you into the hoodie with no bra on. There was just so much embarrassment you could endure. But you weren’t wearing a bra for a reason, you weren’t able to close the clasp, dammit.

“Uhm, I may need you to help me into a bra first.” You hid your timidity behind your hand. All of this was not at all how you had imagined getting closer to Evan. In fact, it was so absolutely awkward that it was almost funny. Almost!

Evan’s ears reddened further, even if he told you that this wasn’t a problem at all. You managed to fumble a bra under your shirt and pressed it against your chest. Evan’s hands moved under the shirt, too, and you held your breath when his fingers brushed over your skin. He skillfully closed the bra without needing to look at it, which you were very thankful for. 

Next, your shirt had to be removed. Now this wasn't as easy. Evan helped you out of the sleeve with your good arm. Okay. Then he grabbed the hem of your shirt and locked his eyes with you, silently asking for your consent to lift it. This felt incredibly intimate. It WAS incredibly intimate and you were surprised at how comfortable you still felt.

Evan pulled your shirt up and over your head. You heard him taking a breath before he pulled the shirt sideways over your cast as carefully as possible. When your head was free again you looked at him and he gave you a shy but encouraging smile. 

Evan circled you to stand behind you. Probably so he didn't need to focus so much not to drop his gaze to your chest, you thought, and to your own surprise it amused you. This was probably the most awkward way of flirting you had ever done, but it worked. 

He helped you get into the sleeves of the hoodie. Without him, you wouldn't have managed to get it over your cast. And the way his hands moved over your arms and shoulders to adjust the fabric made you feel butterflies flutter in your stomach.

Then his hands wrapped around your waist to close the zipper. More butterflies. You really tried to suppress the moan as you felt his touch but it slipped your mouth. And it got you a sharp inhale of Evan in response.  But in the end you were decent again.

“Uhm, bathroom?” Evan's voice told you how much he was affected by the situation, too, and somehow that knowledge was calming. 

You led the way to your small bathroom. Evan looked around and after some thinking he put down a few of your towels and guided you to sit on them. Your back resting against the bathtub, you looked up at him. 

"I think this will work. Is it comfortable for you?” he asked and you hummed affirmatively. 

Evan knelt down next to you and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. You watched him, your eyes fixed on the veins of his forearms. 

And Evan watched you watching him, clenching his jaw. By now, the tension between the two of you was undeniable. None of you spoke more than needed, and every movement seemed to happen in slow motion. 

Evan bowed down over you and turned on the water on the hand shower. His chest was hovering inches over your face and you took in his scent. 

As Evan checked the temperature with his wrist, you decided to shut your eyes. You definitely had to reduce the sensations that hit you while he washed your hair, else you'd go insane. 

There was Evan's hand in your hair, carefully running his fingers through your locks. Then the warm water was gushing over your head. Evan's hand kept brushing through your tresses, making sure that every strand got wet.

“Is this okay?” he checked on you once more, and again you couldn't give him more than a hum. 

It seemed to be enough for Evan to go on. He turned off the water and after checking your numerous hair care products, he decided on one and lathered his hands before putting them back on your head. His fingers massaged your scalp with just the perfect amount of pressure. 

The strawberry scent of your shampoo filled your nose, replacing the notes of sandalwood that Evan's cologne had left. But you couldn't be sad about it as long as his hands worked their magic on your head. 

A trail of foam ran down your forehead but Evan was fast enough to catch it before it reached your eye. 

He started the water again and rinsed your hair. You thought this wonderful experience was almost over but then Evan repeated the procedure with your conditioner.

At one point you decided you were brave enough to open your eyes again and when you blinked them open, they fell directly onto Evan's. The blue of them was almost gone, his pupils blown wide. When he saw you looking at him a soft smile played around the corners of his mouth. “Hey!” he just said.  “Hey!” you returned, a sheepish smile on your own face. 

As long as Evan had managed to drag this out, now he was done. Your hair was rinsed clean and he took a towel to wrap it around your head and rubbed your hair carefully. 

With a sigh, he got up and held a hand out for you. As you stood, you could see yourself in the mirror and watch how Evan continued to dry your hair. He removed the towel and started to comb through your strands. Goosebumps spread from your neck over your whole body. 

Evan looked deeply at you through the mirror. “Are you feeling more comfortable now?” he asked, his voice hoarse. 

“So much more.” you whispered and you turned to face him. Your hand cupped his cheek, brushing your fingers over the stubble that covered his jaw.

“That's good!” he breathed. “So you're comfortable enough to finally kiss me?” 

Instead of an answer you closed the small gap between you and pressed your lips firmly on his. 

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Scars

Prompt: Intense & Angry, Bath or Shower Sex from @livesinfantasyland (x) Thank you!

Pairing: Evan Marshall x Female Reader

Word Count: Approx. 2.1k

Warnings: Smut with Angst, arguing, p in v sex, m dom vibes

Authors Note: As always I need to thank my amazing mates and readers @nashibirne  and @amberangel112, your thoughtful and honest comments are always appreciated.

This is my first time ever writing Evan. It was a tough one for me to attempt with Evan because it isn't the prompt I would have picked, but I enjoyed writing a new character and had fun with it. Once again, this is longer than I initially planned and I hope you enjoy it.

Edited by me, there will be errors.

Dividers by me.

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“We need to talk.”

You don’t need to look up from undoing your boots to know who has barged into the women’s locker room and spoken. You’d know Evan’s voice anywhere, you’ve worked with him on and off for a few years now.

“I think you said enough on the ride back here,” you say, trying to stay calm.

“Not nearly enough,” he says, “You still don’t think you did anything wrong.”

You stand up, still not looking at him and start undoing your overshirt. “Would you have given the same instruction to Larry?”

“What’s that got to do with it?”

“Would you have given the same instruction to a man?”

“Oh Jesus Christ, here we go,” Evan says, looking to the ceiling and clenching his fist.

“Or did you only try and stop me from doing my job because you used to fuck me and now you feel guilty?”

“It’s got nothing to do with that!” Evan shouts, punching out at the row of lockers across you.

You take a step back from him, your eyes wide. Evan has always had a slight temper, but for him to physically lash out like that isn’t something you would expect. He notices your reaction and his face softens. You consider letting it go, you’ve made your point and don’t need his apology. It isn’t as if it was ever serious between you two, it had only ever been a casual thing. However, this conversation has been a long time coming and you need to have it out.

“It has everything to do with it,” you tell him, “You changed. Since you disappeared for weeks last Halloween, you’ve changed. I know things wouldn’t be the same after we stopped hooking up, but I didn’t expect you to be so fucking cold.”

“How am—”

Evan cuts himself off with a strangled curse as your hand rests against his chest.

“Don’t touch me there,” he says without seeming to breathe and his face twists with fury.

You withdraw your hand and the two of you stare each other down. Evan opens his mouth to say something but then clenches his jaw closed so hard his teeth clash against each other audibly.

“Fuck it,” he mutters and abruptly turns and walks away.

“Come back! This isn’t done,” you call to him.

“Fuck you,” he says and leaves the room, slamming the door behind him.

You stare after him, trying to smother the rage that boils deep in your guts. You don’t know how long you stand there with your eyes closed and fists clenched, breathing deeply through your nose until your fury simmers.

But it doesn’t. 

If anything, the longer you stand there the angrier you feel. Your mind starts to work over every interaction you’ve had with him since he came back. Every rejected advance, every cold comment and every frosty glance plays over and over like a best of compilation in your mind switching from one to another until you can’t take it anymore. Without being aware of what you’re doing until you're pushing the men’s locker room door open, you follow him, and stomp your way to the showers.

The sight that greets you makes you gasp. Evan stands under the shower naked, gloriously so. His chiselled face is so handsome that you sometimes forget he has the body to match; tall, athletically toned with the bare minimum of fat overlaying his sinewy muscles. He’s thinner than the last time you saw him, and that isn’t the only thing that has changed.

Beneath the rivulets of steaming water that run down his chest and amongst the hair that grows across his pecs is a scar. It is new, it hadn’t been there before. You’ve seen enough stabbing and knife attack victims to know the scar isn’t from a fight. It looks purposeful, like it was done by design; the lines too straight and too much like a symbol to have been done by accident.

You raise your eyes to Evan's and the unasked question is written all over your face.

“I can’t tell you,” he says, simply, “don’t ask me to.”

You step over the tile lip and into the shower space. Warm water seeps into your socks, but you barely notice. All you can see is the frigid intensity of his once warm eyes. 

“Just tell me you’re okay,” you say, advancing slowly, drawn so powerfully towards him you can’t stop yourself until you’re under the spray with him, completely indifferent the way your undershirt quickly dampens and sticks to your body.

Evan’s brows draw together and he blinks rapidly but doesn’t answer.

“What can I do?” you ask in a whisper.

He flinches like your words are a slap. Then his face hardens and a grim determination settles in his beautiful but bleak blue eyes.

“You don’t want any part of this,” he says. “Or any part of me.”

“Is that why you’re acting like this?” you ask. Gingerly, you lift your hand to his chest and trace the edge of his scar, careful not to touch it. “You think I wouldn’t want you?”

Without warning his hands are on your cheeks and his mouth is over yours, the edges of your lips are grazed by his short whiskers and you feel a tingle work its way across your skin. You recover quickly from the shock, encircling his neck with your arms and running your fingers over the wet and velvety hair on his head. You move in closer, pressing your sodden clothed body against him.

It isn’t enough. You want to feel him, you want to feel his humid skin all over you. He must have thought the same thing because he breaks the kiss with a groan. His hands work on your belt and you pull your undershirt off over your head, letting it drop to the tiles with a splash you barely register.

His lip curls as he drops his head to roughly capture your breast in his hand and close his mouth around your nipple. You shiver as he sucks on you through the cotton of your bra, the heat of his mouth is so much hotter than even the water that sears at your skin.

You let your head fall back and you close your eyes as you relish the feeling of his mouth on you. Your knees start to feel weak as his hand works its way determinedly into your panties, his fingers working to separate the thick sodden work clothes away from your skin. You grab hold of his shoulders to steady yourself and feel pure muscle rippling under his sweltering, smooth skin. You run your hand down his back, following the path of his spine, until your fingers encounter hardened and raised skin.

Another new scar.

Quickly you snatch back your hand and your eyes snap to Evan. He looks up at you with stormy, fierce eyes and grazes your bud with his teeth before he releases you. A tremor of fear runs down your spine.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, in a quivering voice.

He nods, takes hold of your waist and guides you to turn around until you're facing the tiled wall. He presses his body against you from behind and you can feel his hard cock against the small of your back. His arm wraps around your waist holding you in place while his other hand slides your sticking pants down your thighs.

“I know.” Evan’s lips brush against the shell of your ear as he speaks in a low voice that leaves no room for argument. “Put your hands on the wall.”

A heady rush of heat hits you between your legs and nearly drops you to your knees. 

Evan notices and tightens his arm around your waist. “I’ve got you, baby. Hands on the wall. Now.”

“Yes…” you whimper, reaching your shaking hands out to the large square white tiles. Your skin is so electrified and sensitive that even the rough texture of the grout under the pads of your fingers threatens to overwhelm you. 

His velvety hot tongue runs a thick strip up your neck as he latches onto you and sucks on the thin skin beneath your ear. Your whole body thrums deep within you, you feel close to orgasm and he hasn’t even really touched you yet.

This was a far cry from the way he had always been with you before. It wasn’t that sex wasn’t good with Evan in the past, it absolutely was, he had always been generous. But he was never what you’d call dominant at all and he was straight up vanilla, almost reserved. You don’t think he’d ever even taken you from behind.

His teeth sink into your earlobe as he tilts your hips and slips a foot between yours to inch your feet apart.

“Stay just like that for me,” he instructs, huskily and you moan, hoping he takes the warbling sound of your voice as agreement.

Soft, hot skin presses against your pussy, forcing your lips to part. You gasp in shock, but it quickly morphs into a gasp of pure pleasure as the thick tip of Evan’s cock rubs against your slick and swollen hidden skin.

“Are you still on the pill?” he asks.

You nod, turning your head towards his.

“Good. I’m going to cum inside you,” he says.

He enters you in one swift and hard thrust. You both cry out and he breathes hard into your ear as he holds himself deep inside you and gives you a moment to get used to his size.

“Evan,” you whine faintly, leaning your head against his shoulder.

He kisses your temple gently. The tenderness makes your eyes widen, but it's a short reprieve.

“Hang on,” he says.

He moves, slowly dragging himself from your core. Then his fingers dig hard into your hips and he pumps hard into you, using your hips for leverage. With each powerful drive, Evan pulls your hips back to meet him and you can’t stop yourself from crying out as he fills you. Your bodies slap hard against each other, the sound mixing with your cries and his grunts of effort. Together the cacophony echoes lewdly through the steam of the shower and bounces off the tiles.

Your head drops and you lean it on your outstretched and locked arms as you brace yourself against his brutal but oh so fucking good onslaught. Then he leans forward until his chest covers your back. One of his hands snakes its way from your hips to between your legs and his fingers slide over your sensitive and throbbing clit.

“Need you to come with me,” he rumbles through his groans.

It’s the kind of thing you’d usually roll your eyes at, but Evan knows your body; he knows just how to touch you to get you over the edge. His mouth latches on your neck, licking, sucking, and grazing his teeth over your vein, while his fingers dance over your clit and he never lets up the primal, fervid pace of his fucking.

“Come with me,” he demands with a guttural growl into your ear.

Your body trembles as your orgasm threatens with such force that your legs give out, and your hands slip from the wall.

“I’ve got you,” Evan assures you as he brings you both to the floor. He pauses just long enough to get you comfortable, slipping your shirt under your knees. “You’re so close, baby. I’ve got you.”

And you are, the brief interruption no match for how aroused and good Evan is making you feel. You reach your peak with a cry and an undulation of your hips that he knows so well. He follows swiftly after, drawing your body so close you can barely breathe and you can feel deep inside you the swelling of his cock with each pulsing release.

As you come down from your high, you concentrate on the sound of the water rather than the ragged breaths of Evan against your ear. Your instincts say you should move, you should run, pretend this never happened, or maybe yell at him some more. 

Then his hands are on your cheeks, turning your face to his and wiping away the water that runs into your eyes.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice full of sincerity and concern.

His tone makes you really look at him. For the first time in months there is something in his voice of the Evan of old. You turn your body towards him and reach for him, not even aware that your hand is resting on the centre of his chest, right over the scarred symbol.

Evan's eyes drop to his chest. You wonder if you should move it, but as he raises his eyes, his hand covers yours and holds it close to his heart right above his new scar.

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Summary: You and Humphrey don’t have the best start, but before long you will reach an arrangement.

Hold Me Til I Scream For Air To Breathe

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sub!Clark Kent x Domme!Reader

Summary: Clark needs to give over to his submissive urges, specifically he yearns to be tied up and owned.

I Want a Little Sugar in My Bowl

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Napoleon Solo x Reader

Summary: Napoleon wines and dines.

Make That Kitty Purr {DARK FIC}

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU

Summary: Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend.

Make That Kitty Purr [Director's Cut] {DARKER FIC}

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Mike x Reader, August Walker x Reader

Fandom: Hellraiser: Hellworld x Mission: Impossible - Fallout, Crossover AU

Summary: Uncle August doesn’t give a shit that you’re Mike’s girlfriend. This is the darker pre-edited version.

Some Things You Just Can’t Refuse

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Dom!Clark Kent x Sub!Reader

Summary: A collection of first times with Clark Kent, and one last time.

Happy Birthday, Cupcake

Rating: General

Pairing: Clark Kent x PlusSize!Reader

Summary: Clark surprises you for your birthday.

Treat Me Like A Slut

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: August Walker x Reader

Summary: August has had enough of your antics, and you’re going to pay for it.

Sometimes The Silence Guides A Mind

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Summary: As you were getting close to Sherlock, he stops visiting. You pop over to Baker Street and share an eye-opening moment.

Don't Take Your Eyes Off It

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader 

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day, and you have a surprise for Steve!

Fifteen Minutes

Character: Walter Marshall x Unnamed Black!OFC

Rating: Explicit

Summary: What Walter does with 15 minutes of his time.

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out

Pairing: Syverson x Reader 

Rating: Mature

Summary: When an unexpected pregnancy rocks your already uncertain world, you decide the best option is to run. Apocalypse AU.

Pretty As A Picture

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: What started as a hobby day in the park turns into Lloyd Hansen showing you why taking photos of strangers is a bad idea.

Something Old, Something New

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Nick Fowler x Reader

Summary: Your childhood best friend invites you to your old vacation spot for her wedding, and you have been catching up with your first crush: her recently divorced big brother Nick.

Oxytocin

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Older!Black!Fem!OFC

Summary: At a New Year's Eve party, Ransom Drysdale's life is forever changed by a chance meeting with Ivy Kensington.

My Little Strawberry

Pairing: Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches)

Rating: Mature

Summary: A follow-up to Shape Up. Sy has a conversation with his baby girl while she’s still in your stomach. 

Doing Something Unholy

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Charles Brandon x Reader

Summary: This is a prompt fill for some teasing of Charles Brandon and then him taking over.

Praise You

Rating: General, pure fluff

Pairing: Clark Kent x Insecure PlusSize!Reader

Summary: Clark Kent loves everything about you, especially what you think are your flaws.

Get My Pretty Name Outta Your Mouth

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Reader

Summary: You hate everything about Detective Walter Marshall. He feels the same about you. Now, kiss!

Shape-Up

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Cpt Syverson x Black!Reader (Peaches)

Summary: Syverson and his girl, Peaches, try and trim his beard without causing a ruckus. Spoiler alert: they fail.

Follow-up to Shape-Up: My Little Strawberry

The Paganini Problem

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Wife!Reader

Summary: Being Sherlock’s wife proves to be difficult when a case stumps him.

Power Play: After Hours

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Assistant!Black!Reader

Summary: What happens when Lloyd sees you, his assistant, in something other than what you usually wear? Well, you should be worried about what he does when he sees you.

No Good Deeds

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Landlord!Ari Levinson x Reader

Summary: Moving out on your own is challenging, but your landlord, Mr. Levinson is kind and helpful. But he may want more from you than your tenancy.

Executive Temptation

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: CEO!August Walker x Employee!Reader

Summary: You’ve caught the eye of CEO August Walker. What happens when he asks you to go to his private office?

Walter Marshall - Hobbies

Lloyd Hansen - Family, Quirks/Hobbies, Sleep

Lloyd Hansen - What happens when reader starts dressing to match lloyd?

Walter Marshall (Night Hunter)

Geralt of Rivia (The Witcher)

Clark Kent (Man of Steel, BvS, Justice League)

Humphrey (Stardust)

Charles Brandon (The Tudors)

Mike (Hellraiser: Hellworld)

Napoleon Solo (The Man from U.N.C.L.E.)

August Walker (Mission: Impossible - Fallout)

Will Shaw (The Cold Light of Day)

Sherlock Holmes (Enola Holmes films)

Captain Syverson (Sand Castle)

Evan Marshall (Blood Creek)

Melot (Tristan and Isolde)

Thomas Apreas (Hotel Laguna)

Chas Quilter (The Inspector Lyndley Mysteries)

Stephen Colley (I Capture the Castle)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR HENRY

Lloyd Hansen (The Gray Man)

Andy Barber (Defending Jacob)

Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

Steve Rogers (Avengers films)

Curtis Everett (Snowpiercer)

Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort)

Nick Gant (PUSH)

Jake Jensen (The Losers)

Frank Adler (Gifted)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR CHRIS

Bucky Barnes (Marvel)

Charles Blackwood (We Have Always Lived in the Castle)

Steve Kemp (Fresh)

Max (Sharper)

Nick Fowler (The 355)

Lee Bodecker (The Devill All The Time)

Chris (Destroyer)

Justin Capshaw (Law & Order)

I DO NOT WRITE RPF FOR SEBASTIAN

Let me know if you wanna be added and for what plz, so far only these categories 😁 Let me know if you ever want to be removed!

General Fanfiction (Everything)

Henry Character Fanfiction

Chris Character Fanfiction

August Walker

Bright Like The Moon

Love, Napoleon!

Daddy Knows Best

Don't Take My Sunshine Away

The Howling in Claw Creek Forest

~Please DON'T ask me to tag you in a series that you've never 'liked' or 'reblogged'. It's just kind of rude. Also, don't ask for an ETA on the next chapter.~

*Blog Header, Cover Art for fics, Masterlist Header/MDNI 18+ Banner, Support/Reblog banner and Masterlist Dividers made by me in Canva*

[vxnillsstuff]

Fanfic Writing:

I write fics for the following fandoms..

Fionna and Cake

COD

Stranger Things

The Last Of Us

Celebrities (based on their comforts)

The Group Chat

DSMP

Anything as requested!

ANYTHING IN BOLD IS ONLY OF REQUESTED!

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Boundaries:

Sorry not sorry but since I am 14, I will not be writing NSFW. It makes me uncomfortable and it is what it is! I can always do fluff though. 💙🌀

I will NEVER write anything illegal or gross. This includes incest, pedophilia, rape, and etc.

If you want to request anything, comment under this post.

[fanfics-r-us-official]

What I won’t write:

▪️Underage SMUT {All characters are over 18 in any sexaul senario}

▪️Piss and Scat Kink

▪️BloodPlay

▪️Bestiality

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What I will write:

▪️BDSM: Rope play, Toys, Cuffs/Restraints, Flogging/Whip/Spanking

▪️Dub Con / Non Con/ Con-Non-Con

▪️Dark, Semi Dark characters

▪️Role play

▪️Slight DDGL ( In little headspace ect.)

▪️Exhibitionism/Voyeurism (Public)

▪️Age Gap (Never under 18)

▪️Primal (Neck biting, chasing ect.)

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If I've missed any let me know in the comments!

[mrsbsmooth]

I’ve been so turned off by what fusebox has been putting out lately that I haven’t even opened the app in a year or so, but I’m glad that people seem to be liking s8 so far!

I’m super curious to know how you would rank it against past seasons and what your thoughts are overall ❤️

RANK? YOU WANT ME TO RANK THEM

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omg okay. way to make my night. I'm supposed to be writing. Let's fucking gooooooo.

[Noting based on my recent post, this is my ranking for if you're pursuing a male LI. WLW rankings would be very different].

So, to me, I think there are two main criteria that define a season: Love Interests and Gameplay.

Love Interests can be further broken down into:

Sprite Design: How good they look overall as a cast. Are they proportionate? Unique?

Variety: How different/unique are they to previous seasons? Are they all models and carpenters and finance bros?

Fandom Impact: This one is silly and subjective. Are people still talking about them years later? Do they have fanfics and art? If you don't know this person, are you missing out?

Gameplay can be further broken down into:

Quality of Plot Drama: How it's written, how impactful it is. Is it stupid manufactured shit, or is it important and moves the game along? (Cherrygate? Great drama. Suresh wanting to 'give Lulu a chance' after he'd been all in for us? Shitty, awful drama).

Challenges: Are they engaging and interesting? Do they move the plot along?

Replayability: Are there enough unique aspects in the routes that you feel the need to replay?

So, based on these two criteria, I assigned rankings to each season, with Season 2 being the best that fusebox can possibly do. (We already know that it is).

These are completely subjective, but this is what I came up with.

Some brief explanations:

Season 1:

Not the best art style, but overall the proportions were spot on, the body shapes and types were different and unique. Personalities top tier (Tim? Jake? sigh.) Cherrygate, dunking challenge etc.

Season 2:

The best the fandom can do in terms of consistent art style, poses, challenges and replayability. Every route is unique. Characters are overhwhelmingly gorgeous. Some may not like the drama, but I think it's just enough.

Season 3:

I thought things were ranked too high but then remember Tai? Rafi? AJ? The waterfall date, the water balloon and tent challenges that meant something and caused drama?

Season 4:

Lost points for the NaJamUno character merge, but gained points for Youcef and Oliver. Great characters, poor challenges and drama points. Dylangate was dumb and so was making us sleep on the daybeds.

Season 5:

The less said the better. But the sprites were hot af.

Season 6:

The great character merge was atrocious. But the drama from Casa, the Marshall&Ozzy plotline, and HAMISH oh my god, he gets a bonus point for drama all on his own.

Season 7:

Personally very forgettable season. Some of the sprites were lovely. Evan was a highlight and he's gorgeous. But given how quickly everyone forgot about this season, it's loowww.

Season 8:

Gets a high ranking for fandom impact purely based on the immense amount of art and interest that's come about this season. Even with up to a half-point deduction to account for recency bias, this season ranks highly.

This gives us an updated ranking of:

Third? THIRD? Season 8 is THIRD?!?!?

This gives us an average season rating of 6.4. We could remove the outliers, but we're trying to plot how good each season is against the average, so let's not. If we then plotted this and threw in a bar to show the average:

It says the only seasons that are 'above average' are Seasons 1, 2, and 8. Which, honestly, given my adoration for Bruno, Ciaran, and Lewie, rude. How dare I hurt myself with my own chart!!!!!

I'm sure one of the maths people could do something statistically significant and make this fully mathematically valid, but this is just me latching on to a silly ask and being an idiot about it.

I like S8 a lot. It's worth playing.

In other words:

Yes. Play it.

[singitoutgirl26]

I need good fanfic recommendations! Let me know the name of the fic, the author, and what platform it's on ( I prefer AO3 and Wattpad) and I'll give it a shot. I'll give most ships a shot once as long as they aren't creepy (adult x child fics make me uncomfortable). I've been obsessed with most of the pairings or characters since high school (helped me cope and get through it) so pls be nice to me lol

✨OC FICS ARE WELCOME✨

✨FEEL FREE TO SELF PROMOTE OR TAG AUTHORS FOR ME TO CHECK OUT✨

Current Obsessions:

HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE:

-willing to read almost any ship at least once unless it's an adult with a child bc fuck that

*Fuck JKR and Fuck TERFs*

•Good Slytherin Fics

•Regulus Black (could be an OC fic or could be a ship I don't have listed, I'm willing to read almost any ship at least once)

•Jegulus (James Potter x Regulus Black

•Wolfstar (Remus Lupin x Sirius Black)

•Rosekiller (Evan Rosier x Barty Crouch Jr)

•Regulus Black x Evan Rosier x Barty Crouch Jr. (You can throw James in too if you want)

•Dorlene (Dorcas Meadows x Marlene McKinnon)

•Pandora x Lily Evans

•Mary MacDonald x Lily Evans

•Drarry (Draco x Harry)

•Dramione (Draco x Hermione)

•Theomione (Theodore Nott x Hermione)

•Dreomione (Draco x Theo x Hermione)

•Theo x Draco x Pansy x Hermione

•Pansy Parkinson

•Theodore Nott

•Draco Malfoy

•Luna Lovegood

•Luna x Ginny

•Luna x Harry

•Luna x Blaise

•Tom Riddle

•Mattheo Riddle (someone's OC from a HP fic that I have a small obsession with)

•Lorenzo Berkshire (someone's OC from a HP fic that I have a small obsession with)

✨OC FICS ARE WELCOME✨

TVD/TO:

*Kol Mikaelson

*Rebekah Mikaelson

*Davina Clare

*Elijah Mikaelson

*Klaus Mikaelson

*Stefan Salvatore

*Katherine Pierce

*Tyler Lockwood

*Hayley Marshall

*Klaus x Caroline

*Kol x Davina

*Kol x Bonnie

✨OC FICS ARE WELCOME✨

PERCY JACKSON/HEROS OF OLYMPUS:

~willing to read almost any ship at least once tbh

-Annabeth x Percy

-Solangelo (Nico x Will)

-Thalia Grace

-Nico Di Angelo

-Leo Valdez

✨OC FICS ARE WELCOME✨

KANE CHRONICLES:

°Anubis x Sadie

°Carter x Zia

✨OC FICS ARE WELCOME✨

TWILIGHT:

(it might be trash but the fanfictions make me cackle)

*Jasper (but like as long as he isn't racist bc fuck that)

*Alice

*Jasper x Alice

*Alec Volturi

*Jane Volturi

*Demetri Volturi

*Benjamin (Egyptian Vampire)

*Embry Call

*Paul Lahote

*Quil Artera

*Leah Clearwater

*Seth Clearwater

*Jacob (as long as he respects boundaries and understands the word NO unlike the series)

✨OC FICS ARE WELCOME✨

THE SHADOWHUNTER CHRONICLES:

*Jessamine Lovelace

*Tessa Gray

*Jem Carstairs

*Will Herondale

*Sophie

*Cecily Herondale

*Tessa x Jem

*Tessa x Will

*Magnus Bane

*Izzy Lightwood

*Jace Herondale

*Alec Lightwood

*Clary Fray

*Simon

* Sebastian/Jonathan Morgenstern

*Izzy x Simon

*Alec x Magnus

*Jace x Clary

✨OC FICS ARE WELCOME✨

[captainsy-cookiemonster]

Late Night Shift

SUMMARY: You come home late at night. Your room mate finds you in a rather unfortunate state... or does he? Or: He sees you naked for the first time.

PAIRING: Evan Marshall x reader (2nd person POV)

WARNINGS: my first time writing for Evan so there’s that, f2l, some kissing, almost smut but only almost, a pinch of angst, female nudity, floof, cuddling, probably some wrong stuff about hospitals..., *Steve Rogers voice* LANGUAGE!, bad description of a male body, guess that’s all

A/N: neither beta’s or thoroughly proofread. Typos, we’re going down swingin’! Thank you @luclittlepond (for some dumb reason i can’t tag you) for sending this request! I have not seen Blood Creek and I guess I’m never going to, oops.

WORD COUNT: ca 1130

TITLE: Late Night Shift

Writers live off validation. If you liked it, commented and reblog 💕 thank you 💖

You barely saw each other. Sure, you got along if you had to, but working different shifts, you were home when Evan was working, and the other way around. Even on days off, you didn’t spend much time together, using them to see your families instead, as you rarely had time for that. And honestly, you’re kinda happy about that. Though you’ve been friends for a while now - since highschool, actually - you didn’t really know how to talk to him. Evan is handsome. Hot, even. Fuck! You didn’t know one nurse on your station who didn’t have a crush on him, or at least gushed over him at least once in the past years. Yes, that includes you. And exactly this makes every conversation you have a little bit awkward. Or… you get awkward talking to him.

It’s been busy lately. More people than usual on your station. On top of that, two nurses just retired and another two were on vacation, making you work double shifts for three weeks straight now. That you’re tired and exhausted doesn’t even begin to cover it! But luckily, today is your last day. Yay! Just two more hours to go and then it would be you who gets to have a well deserved - and desperately - needed break. Just tending to a few more patients and…

Finally!

You heave a sigh of relief once you sit in your car. Okay, just a few more minutes and you’re home. A few more minutes, then you can sleep. Come on, you can do it!

To your luck, the streets are nearly empty. As they should be at… 3am?! Oh fuck!

Once home, you try to be as quiet as possible making your way upstairs and unlocking your door. You let yourself fall against it to close it, allowing tiredness to take over when you turn the key to lock the door behind you. On your way to the bathroom, you shed your clothes. A shower would be nice now.

The hot spray of the water soothes your aching limbs, your back. It’s as if all the stress is washed away. Only your tiredness remains, enhanced even by the warm vanilla scent of your body wash. Sleep. For more than just a few hours. Finally! You can almost hear your bed calling for you, your soft sheets promising you comfort and warmth. 

Tired as you are, and used to being alone, you don’t think anything by wandering through your small apartment bare, with only a towel in your hands to dry your hair. 

“Uhh.”

You freeze. 

There in front of you stands Evan. In the doorway to his room, wide-eyed, mouth agape, looking shocked? confused? terrified?! And just as frozen in place as you. None of you dared moving for a moment. It would be a lie if you said you didn’t let your eyes flick up and down his body once or twice. Muscular, yet not too defined; lean but strong, is what your tired brain manages to describe him as he stands in front of you in his boxers and sleep-dishevelled hair.

Panicked, you realize he’s doing the same with your body. Just that you are… Completely naked! With a small, involuntary squeak coming from your vocal chords, you cover yourself up with the towel still in your hand.

Fuck!

“Uhhm…” 

The sound leaves your lips in unison. Still neither of you moves an inch. Like a deer in the headlight. And then suddenly, he has you backed up against the wall, one hand on your cheek, the other on your towel-covered waist.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispers, his lips a breath away from yours. Not a sound makes its way over your lips as you stare up at him. Shock and desire mingling in your chest, making your heart beat faster. You wonder what his lips would feel like on yours, how his stubble would feel against your skin. Would they be as soft as they look? Would it scratch and burn?

You shake your head just slightly. Not even consciously. Only in your head you have this voice whispering “Kiss me! Kiss me, please! Kiss him! Do it!” 

And when his lips do descend onto yours, it’s like fireworks going off. Everything you’ve read in those sappy romance novels you always thought were exaggerated; you feel it. Moving your lips together, it feels like time falls away. And so does your towel, as your hands slide up his chest until they find his neck to pull him in deeper. You were right. His lips were soft. So soft and warm. Even the burn of his stubble felt pleasurable, igniting something in you. Evan’s big hand cradled your skull, the other beginning to pull your hips into him, when he suddenly breaks away and takes a step back.

“Fuck!” he curses, panting, as he runs a hand through his short hair, eyes darting over the floor. “Fuck!” he says it again, “I’m sorry, I-...”

“N-no,” you stammer, unable to keep the hurt from your voice. Here goes nothing! “I wanted it,” you take a deep breath, “... for a while now,” you add meekly. “I-I want you.”

“Shit!” Another curse. 

Casting your eyes to the towel at your feet, you feel yourself begin to shake. Was this the end? The end of a friendship that lasted so long? You half expect Evan to storm into his bedroom and slam the door. Actually, you expect anything.

Anything but his toes entering the line of your vision and the knuckles of his index finger gently nudging your chin upward.

“You did?” His voice is sweet. Quiet and gentle.

“Mhmhh,” you hum, not trusting yourself to say a word as the air changes around the two of you. 

When your lips meet, it strikes you like lightning. In a passionate frency, Evan pushes you back against the wall, his hands wandering down your body. Finding the back of your thighs, he urges you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist as your hands cling to his shoulders. He blindly finds his way into his bedroom - not without running into the doorframe, sure to leave one or two bruises on your back - where he drops you onto his bed and climbs on top of you.

Though your body feels like it’s on fire, now that you’re lying down, the exhaustion that was pushed aside now comes crashing in and you lose the battle against the yawn fighting to break free.

“Tomorrow?” Evan just mumbles into the skin on your neck.

“Tomorrow,” you confirm, followed by another yawn. He presses one quick kiss to your lips before climbing off you and pulling you against his chest. 

“Good night, baby,” he whispers, but you already dozed off, feeling way too comfortable in his warm embrace to manage to stay awake any longer.

[poledancingdinos]

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Pairing: Evan Marshall x Female Reader

Warnings: angst, vague reference to the violence of the movie

Evan gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were turning white. He swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to keep his emotions in check but eventually he just punched the radio, making the cab fall silent save for the sound of the old truck’s engine.

He looked down at the map laying on the passenger seat. It was in worse shape than when he’d found it, but now all the locations but one had been crossed out. He hated that it had caused him to lose you, but he hated what it represented even more.

“Help me understand Evan! Because all I know is that you’re in pain and you don’t trust me enough to tell me why.”

“I can’t tell you because even if I did you wouldn’t believe me! The only thing I can say is that I’m sick and tired of always being too late. I need to do this because I know that I can help.”

“Help what? Evan, please.”

He hated seeing you cry but he needed to stay strong.

“You need to go. If you ever loved me, you need to go.”

One last time. After this, he could move on with his life and hopefully find peace. But how could he find peace after all the horrors he’d been through? Could he even go back to normal? Vic had but he also hadn’t pushed away the woman he loved. Evan could only hope that, with you, he wouldn’t be too late.

[geralts-yenn]

Fighting demons

Evan Marshall x female reader (second-person pov)

summary: You've been in a relationship with Evan for a while now, but somehow you are still stuck on first base. You start questioning if he's really that into you.

warnings: 18+, minors DNI! feeling of being rejected, mentioning of violence and trauma, scars, drinking alcohol, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving), hand job, protected p-in-v sex

word count: 4,3k

A/N: Ever since I started I need you know and brothers and beers, Evan spends a lot of time in my head. Which is nice 😁 And as a nonnie (is this always the same one? I guess so, anyway, thank you 🥰) asked for a next part, here it is...

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You adjusted the splint to your arm. Contently, you looked at yourself in the mirror. The weeks you had your arm in the cast were hard to endure. It was a relief that you were finally able to dress yourself without help. Although you had to admit that you really enjoyed when Evan helped you change your clothes. At least then you’d get some skin on skin contact with him.

It was about time that this happened in a different setting, you thought with a frown. But somehow it just didn’t. Evan came over to you every day. You ate dinner together, talked, cuddled on the couch while watching TV. He loved to kiss you senseless. But every time your hand tried to get under his shirt he stopped you. 

First you thought he just wanted to take it slow, but now it had been weeks that you were together, and you felt like something was off. You should finally find the courage to ask him what was wrong. However, knowing yourself, you doubted this was happening. 

Walter watched Evan with his eyebrows drawn together as he gulped down the rest of his beer. He quickly got used to seeing his brother happy, so now that Evan was brooding again, Walter was worried. 

“Would you please talk to me?” he asked with a sigh. Evan didn't raise his head, he kept his eyes on the bottle that he turned between his hands nervously. A bitter chuckle left his lips. 

“What do you want to hear? That I'm fucking it up? That I'm too stupid to hold onto the one good thing that’s happened to me in a long time?” His eyes finally met Walter's. And his brother recognized the fear and desperation in Evan’s eyes. Walt put a hand over Evan's to stop him from rolling the bottle over the table. “Already thought it was about your girl. What happened?”

Evan clenched his jaw. He didn't want to talk about it. He didn't want to think about it. But he knew his older brother well enough to know that Walter wouldn't stop asking. 

“It's more about what is NOT happening.” Evan shook his head, snorting, averting his eyes again. 

“I can't, Walter. Every day I think I'm finally ready for it. To show it to her. To tell her. But as soon as she touches me, I'm freaking out.” Evan ran a hand over his face, biting on the knuckle of his index finger. He was searching for the right words while his brother watched him patiently.

“I don't want her to know. She's so innocent, so pure. I can't bring myself to be the one to tell her what a horrible world we're living in.”

Walter was quiet for quite some time before he finally answered. “Don’t sacrifice yourself. Not again. You’re allowed to be happy.” Evan opened his mouth to answer, but Walter held up his hand to stop him.  “You don’t have to tell her everything. If she’s just half as wonderful as you say, she’ll understand. But don’t make her feel like it’s her fault. She doesn’t deserve that. And you don’t, either.”

When you opened the door for him, Evan greeted you with his adorable smile. “Baby, you look gorgeous.” His eyes traveled over your whole body, admiring your blouse and the jeans that hugged your curves just perfectly. 

“Enjoying your freedom without the cast?” he asked before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. 

You leaned into his caress with a hum. “I really do.” You bit on your lower lip, smiling mischievously at your boyfriend. ”I hope I get to enjoy it a little more tonight.”

Evan chuckled, but you couldn’t fight the nagging feeling that he just didn’t want to take the hint.

And as you rolled your hips you felt his erection press against your core. At least now you knew that your efforts didn’t leave him unaffected. You let your hand travel down over the firm muscles of his back and pressed yourself tight against his chest. You wished your second hand could join you in your explorations, but at least the splint wasn’t that much of an obstruction as the cast had been. 

He let go of you and walked into your kitchen “We still have time before we have to leave. I told Walter we’d be there by eight. Have you eaten yet?” You followed him and took his hand. Your eyes locked with his as you pulled him with you to the couch. “I did. The only hunger that needs to be tended to right now is for you to kiss me. You pushed him to sit and straddled his thighs. That was your favorite place to be in the world. Your hand found its way to the back of his head, your nails raking through his short velvety hair. Evan sighed as he shut his eyes. “This feels good.” Evan’s hands settled on your hips, pulling you closer.

The kiss you shared started off gently but the two of you didn’t waste much time before you deepened it. Evan’s tongue brushed over your lips, and you opened them for him. The touch of your tongues, the taste of Evan in your mouth, shot electric shocks right through you. Longingly, you squirmed in his arms. Damn, he was a good kisser. 

Evan grabbed your ass and pressed you against his hard length and you answered with a desperate moan. Without thinking, your hand found the hem of his shirt and your fingers sneaked under it, feeling the heat of his bare skin. 

Evan’s whole body tensed and he pulled his lips from yours. Nervously he glanced at his watch. “I think we should go, Walter is early most of the time anyway.” He didn’t even look you in the eyes. 

Frustrated, you dragged your leg over him and slumped down onto your couch. “What is this, Evan? The one moment you’re all over me and the next you stop and act as if nothing had happened? Did I misread this whole thing? Don’t you want me?”

Evan sighed, and you noticed that he was still averting his gaze. “I want you. I really do. It’s just… difficult. We’ll talk about it, I promise. Just give me a little more time.”

You got up and adjusted your blouse, your eyes brimming with tears. Evan followed and wrapped his arms around you. “I'm sorry. It's not because of you. You are perfect.” He kissed the top of your head.

You fought back the tears and nodded. “Okay, we'll talk about it another time. Let's go and meet your brother.”

Walter smiled when he saw the two of you enter the pub. It was a nice change to see Evan with his arm wrapped around a girl. He stood to greet you, surprising you with a warm hug.

And soon you decided that Walter was pleasant company. Not much of a talker but a great listener with a soft smile and kind eyes, watching you attentively.

“That obvious, huh? I really don’t want to push anything. His rejection just makes me so awfully insecure. And I’m scared of losing him.” Now it was Walter’s turn to shake his head. 

But as much as you tried to enjoy your evening, there was this tension between you and Evan. You were nervous and insecure. Not a feeling that was foreign to you. With Evan though, it was new. You didn’t dare to touch him and the few times his hands brushed over your body, you flinched. Evan seemed to be tense, too. You missed the smile that was usually on his lips when he looked at you.

When Evan left for the restrooms, you felt Walter’s hand grab yours. “Don’t question his feelings for you. He likes you, very much so. You just have to be patient with him. He’s got some demons to deal with.” You shook your head, a small smile for Walter on your lips. 

“You’re not going to lose him.” He paused for a brief moment, looking deep into your eyes, as if he needed to decide if he should go on. “You know, there’s a reason why I check on him daily. He’s been through a hard time. But if you keep showing him that he can trust you, that he is safe with you, he’ll open up. It’s going to be fine.” Walter chuckled softly. “Damn, you should hear how he talks about you. He’s head over heels, trust me.”

“Thank you, Walter. Guess it’s time for me to be patient and take care. I owe it to him after everything he’s done for me.”

Evan got back to you and as he sat down, you took his hand and laced your fingers with his. The surprise that flashed over his face turned into a smile that grew wider as you snuggled into his chest. Across the table you saw how Walter gave you a small wink. 

As you stood on your porch, Evan pressed a little kiss on your forehead. “Thank you for the evening. It was a nice change after sitting on the couch for weeks,” you told him and you meant it. After your little talk with Walter, you felt better than the last days, when you had been questioning Evan’s feelings for you. 

“Actually, I was hoping to get onto your couch for a little more tonight.” Evan whispered as his lips moved across your neck, spreading kisses on your skin in between every word. 

He pinned you to your door, his mouth crashing onto yours. His tongue brushed over your lips and you pliantly opened them for him, inviting his tongue to explore you. You moaned into his mouth as his teeth caught your lower lip. But then he pulled away from you and you took a deep breath to fill your lungs again. He lifted his head and locked his eyes with yours. You had never seen him like this. It was as if he were staring right into your soul.  “I need to tell you about something.” 

Your heart was racing and your hands trembled as you unlocked the door. Whatever it was, what Evan had to tell you, you felt that it was going to change your relationship with him. But if the way he kissed you gave anything away, you were not going to lose him. At least that was what you were trying to tell yourself as you stepped into your house with him, ignoring the panic that started to rise in your chest.

You kicked off your shoes and Evan took your hand to guide you to the couch. He sat down and pulled you onto his lap. As if he knew how much you felt safe and sheltered in his arms. You let out a breath you hadn’t even noticed you were holding.

“I’m sorry!” he began. “I know I hurt you with my behavior. But that was never my intention.” His hand cupped your cheek as he watched you with a sad expression on his face. 

“There’s something I need to show you, so you understand.”

Evan moved you to sit on the couch and kneeled on the floor before you. He held your hands in his and shut his eyes, clearly needing a moment to go on. A moment that you gladly gave him, now that he finally trusted you enough to open up to you. Evan took a sharp breath and then he grabbed the hem of his shirt with crossed arms and pulled it over his head. The dim light in the room fell onto his chest and you gasped. There were deep scars carved into his skin. Scars that clearly weren’t caused by an accident. They were forming a cryptic symbol on his chest. 

Your hand reached out but you stopped yourself before you met his skin, not sure if he could endure your touch. But Evan took your hand in his and guided it to his chest. Under your fingers you felt his heart beating excruciatingly fast. 

Your voice broke when you finally dared to speak. “What happened to you, Evan?” you asked him, not sure if you really wanted to hear the answer. But Evan took the decision on that upon himself.

“I can’t tell you, my love. Not because I don’t trust you.” He pulled you closer to him, his eyes not moving from yours as he pressed his forehead against yours. “It’s because I need to protect you. There are things in this world that I don’t want you to know about. Things I wish I could forget, too. But I can’t.” He pressed a soft kiss on your cheek. “But when I’m with you, I’m as far away from these horrible memories as I can be, and I’m so incredibly thankful to have you in my life. You fill my heart with love and happiness instead.”

He moved your hand with his over his scarred skin. “Can you be with me, even if I can’t tell you everything about my past?” You noticed the fear in his voice at his question. Evan was scared of losing you, too, you realized. And that was when something in you broke and you started crying. 

You couldn’t fully process what all of this meant, but one thing you were sure of: The man who kneeled in front of you was honestly asking you to be part of his life and you wanted nothing more than this. It didn’t matter that he wouldn’t tell you about the scars. It didn’t matter what had happened in the past. Evan had made your life so much better in the past weeks and if he wanted you to be there for him, you would. Your heart was his. 

And that’s what you told him. In between sobs, you told him that it’s okay, that you want him to be part of your life. And then you said something, way too soon, but it was the truth and when it was out you couldn’t take it back anymore. “I love you, Evan.” It was just a whisper, but he heard it and his eyes got wide. And then he kissed you in a way he had never before. 

All the emotions washed over you as your lips and tongues moved so desperately against each other. You slipped from the couch right into Evan’s lap. He held you so tight that you could hardly breathe, but you just didn’t care. Hectically, he pulled your blouse out of your jeans and as his hands touched your bare waist, you let out a desperate moan. He had touched you there before, when he had helped you get changed, but now it felt different. You needed to feel him. You needed to feel all of him. With urgency, you started to pull the straps on your splint to get rid of it. Evan helped you with the trained movements of a medic, and he pressed soft kisses down your arm when it was finally free. 

You got up and pulled Evan with you. In between kisses and touches, you both stumbled into your bedroom. Somehow Evan had managed to open all the buttons of your blouse when you stopped at the edge of your bed. Evan’s chest was heaving as he watched you. His fingers brushed over your skin. Starting at your neck, he trailed down your collarbone to your sternum and the valley between your breasts. His thumb brushed over your hardened nipple that was clearly visible through the sheer fabric of your bra. 

Your own hands moved along his sides. Your injured arm felt inept but the sensation of feeling Evan’s warm skin under your touch was worth every effort. You nipped at his throat and got a deep moan in response. 

Evan slowly guided you to lay onto the mattress and brushed your blouse down your shoulders while doing so. He settled between your legs and resumed his assault on your mouth. Your breath hitched as you felt him running his hands over your body, one finally resting on your chest while the other trailed down your side. When he met your hip you couldn’t stop yourself from lifting it, pressing yourself against him.  You felt like you had never been so desperate to be touched. There was a longing deep inside of you that needed to be stilled. 

“Please, Evan!” you begged, not knowing what exactly you were asking of him, but Evan knew better than yourself what you were craving. His slender fingers finally started to unbutton your jeans and he crawled backwards to pull them from your legs. He moved up your body again, spreading kisses over your thighs as he passed them and you gasped when he stopped with his face just inches from your throbbing core. 

“May I?” he asked you, his voice gravelly and thick as his fingers hooked under the elastics of your panties. You weren't able to do anything else but nod, but for Evan this was enough to go on, and he rolled down your satin underwear. A toothy smile, stretching from ear to ear, slowly emerged on his face as he noticed the damp spot that had formed on the fabric. 

He started with chaste kisses and little nips, trailing excruciatingly slow from your belly downwards. Moving almost carefully, his tongue parted your folds, and brushed ever so lightly over your hooded clit. You whimpered, your hands cradling his head to show him that you wanted him exactly where he was. Keeping his slow pace, he lapped and sucked your sensitive pearl. His fingers circled your entrance to gather your arousal before he pushed one into you. You cried out his name at the sensation, and you felt Evan’s lips forming into a content smile. He added a second finger, pumping into you, searching for your most sensitive spot, while his mouth kept working on your clit. Evan growled as he felt your walls tighten around his digits and he doubled his efforts until he brought you over the edge. Your legs clenched around his head as you came all over his mouth. 

Evan wiggled himself free from where you had trapped him, chuckling. “Oh my god, sorry!” you gasped, opening your legs to let him go. But Evan laughed quietly. “Don’t apologize for this, please” he told you, and you saw in his eyes that he meant it. 

You were still a little embarrassed but decided to ignore it, so you pulled Evan up to you and distracted yourself by pressing a firm kiss on his lips. Evan answered with the same enthusiasm, parting his lips for you. His hands were on your chest again, rolling your hardened buds between his fingers. You moaned into his mouth as you felt the tension in your core build again. 

Careful, not to overburden your injured arm, you guided Evan to lay down on his back. “Please help me balance out that wardrobe situation, Evan!” you requested and he obliged gladly. He got rid of his pants and briefs in a few fast movements and let himself fall back on the bed again. When you rolled half on top of him, his hands moved to the clasp of your bra that he was now so used to open and close. You dropped your last piece of garment on the floor and finally took in the sight in front of you. Evan lay on your bed, his chest heaving and watching you with hooded eyes. Your eyes moved from his beautiful face down his chest where his scars stood out over the rest of his skin that was covered in a soft tuft of hair. His frame formed a V, wide shoulders and a narrow waist. You traced the line of his Adonis belt with your fingers and Evan’s hard cock twitched in response. 

You took this as an invitation and wrapped your hand around his length. Evan moaned as you trailed your thumb from the head to the root of his dick, tracing a vein. Then you tightened your grip again and started to stroke him in languid motions. “Fuck, baby, this feels so good!” Evan cursed. “Please! I need to feel you.” 

Without any hesitation, you reached for your nightstand and grabbed a condom from the drawer. You had been waiting for this long enough, now that he was finally ready, you needed to feel Evan inside of you. You sheathed his cock and stroked him a few more times while you straddled his thighs. Evan looked up at you with an expression you couldn’t quite name. It was lust, but mixed with something else. Could it be adoration? Whatever it was, the look he gave you sent a million butterflies through your stomach. 

You lifted your hips and guided his cock to your entrance. His face lit up in a soft smile that only half hid his desperation when you stopped moving for a second. But when you sank down on him, he lost control over his emotions. He threw his head back with a loud growl, his hands grabbing the sheets. 

You resisted the urge to move faster, trying to adjust your breathing with Evan’s as you started to roll your hips. Your eyes gazing at each other, you slowly moved up and down, engulfing his cock in your warmth. Hands found each other and you laced your fingers with Evan’s. He bit his lip as he watched you move on top of him. “Damn, baby, you’re beautiful.” he hummed, barely audible. His hands moved along the insides of your arms, making you shiver, until they were wrapped around your breasts. He rolled and pinched your hardened nipples and kneaded the soft flesh of your mounds as you rode him. 

He looked stunning, his face covered in a thin layer of sweat, his eyes half shut in lust. You leaned down and kissed him. Your tongues danced in the same lazy rhythm as your hips. But with the new angle, your bundle of nerves brushed over Evan with every move and you soon lost your will to go slow. You increased your pace and Evan followed you, burying his heels into the bed, so he could thrust up to you.

You felt how both of you got more and more consumed with desire. When you left his lips, leaning up again, you pulled Evan with you. You both wrapped your arms and legs around each other, getting as close as possible. Eyes locked on one another, you started to move faster again, rolling and grinding your hips. Evan rutted into you with the same hunger for release. And it didn’t take long until you felt your climax build and you cried out his name when it washed over you. Evan buried himself deep into you a few more times until he found his own relief.

Both of you let your heads fall onto the other's shoulder, gasping for air. When he had steadied his breath again, Evan rolled you onto the bed and finally pulled out of you. You sighed as he left you empty, but Evan made up for it by covering your face and neck in kisses. After a deep and passionate kiss, he got up and took care of the condom. You stood, too and went for the bathroom. When you had finished cleaning up you watched yourself in the mirror and couldn’t suppress a giggle. Your cheeks were flushed and you looked positively spent. But when you got back into your bedroom your smile froze on your face. Evan was fully clothed, he had even gotten his shirt that he had left on the couch. He was ready to leave you. 

“Please stay!” you told him, not hiding the disappointment in your voice. Evan sighed and pulled you into a tight embrace. “Sorry, baby, but I don’t think this is a good idea.” He pressed a kiss on op of your head. “I’m having trouble sleeping, and I don’t want to meddle with your rest.” he looked apologetic at you, but you shook your head stubbornly.

“No! You’ll stay. I need you here with me tonight.” you told him decisively. Evan frowned, still hesitant over the idea of spending the night in your bed. But when you started undressing him again, he didn’t protest. “I will probably be tossing around. Maybe even shouting” was his last objection that you just ignored. Then he helped you to get him out of his clothes again. You crawled under your duvet and you gladly took the place in his arm that he offered you, resting your head on his chest. The chest that he had hidden from you for so long. A single tear ran down your cheek as you realized how much it meant for him to let you near. 

You were woken up by a hand gripping tight on your waist and quiet whimpers at your neck. It took you a moment until you remembered it was Evan lying next to you. The dim light of your alarm clock told you it was shortly after 4am. You turned and saw his face illuminated faintly, a grimace of pain written on it. “No!” he whispered in between sobs. “No, please! Let me go!”

“Shush” you cooed. “You’re safe. I’m here, Evan, and you are safe.” You wrapped your arms tight around him and covered his face in kisses, softly whispering more soothing words to him. After a while, he relaxed. His face softened and he had stopped the whimpers that had held your heart in a tight grip. You pressed another kiss on his cheek and Evan finally opened his eyes. His expression lit up as he saw you and you let out a breath you were holding when a smile formed on his lips. Evan pulled you even tighter, as close as possible, before kissing the corner of your mouth. “Thank you!” he mumbled with a hoarse voice. And after another of those deep stares right into your soul, he added: “I love you, too.”

[peyton-warren]

Masterlist- Updated October 17th, 2023

Write mostly Henry Cavill Characters at the moment, a few characters from Chris Evans fandom, but am dipping my toes into other fandoms including Stranger Things, and it'll be a cold day in hell when I let go of Supernatural. If you have any prompts/ request that you would like me to attempt, feel free to send them to me.

Key

😥: Angst / Hurt

😍: Fluff

🔥: Smut/Suggestive

👊: Violence

🥹: Requested

💚 :Personal Favorite 

🤓: Challenges

🤔: Ask

💯: Completed , ✍ : Work in Progress , ❌ :Hiatus

Third Wheel- 😍🔥✍Sammy reintroduces his best girl to his best friend with the promise of an evening of fun for all.

Part 1   

Part 2 Coming Soon.  

Autonomy- 😥🤓💯 One word sums up Ari's work. Drabble.

Stick Handling Series-💚😍🔥✍ Drabbles showing domestic bliss of Reader living with Jake Jensen, Walter Marshall, Captain Syverson, Ari Levinson, Ransom Drysdale, and Curtis Everett. Guest appearances by Geralt of Rivera, and Dean Winchester is insistent there's room for him in the Bunkhouse.

Intrusion in The Dark- 😥😍🔥💯Reader has a bad day.  Boyfriend Jake Jensen comes home and tries to help. Smut, angst and fluff. 

Anon Ask snippet -😥🥺✍Intrusion in the Dark Follow up request. Reader comforting Jake.

Between A Wolf and A Hard Place-😥😍👊💯 Jake Jensen x Reader with a large side of Captain Syverson.  Angst, fluff and violence.

Blinded by the Fog -💚😥😍👊🔥 Reeling from the loss of your husband in a tragic accident in Bolivia, you throw yourself into caring for the other women left behind, avoiding your own care. Along the way you meet another Army Captain who helps you see you should be cared for too. You grow closer to the new man in your life only to find out a few months later that your husband is actually alive and well. Different world than Between A Wolf and a Hard Place.

A Dash of Cinnamon- 😥😍🥹💯 Jake Jensen supports his love after they had a moment of panic in his absence.

Stick Handling Series-💚😍🔥✍ Drabbles showing domestic bliss of Reader living with Jake Jensen, Walter Marshall, Captain Syverson, Ari Levinson, Ransom Drysdale, and Curtis Everett. Guest appearances by Geralt of Rivera, and Dean Winchester is insistent there's room for him in the Bunkhouse.

Sanctuary of Hope- 🤔😢😢💯 Ask of Post-nightmare cuddles for Jake Jensen. Reader comforts Jake after his night mare.

Other The Losers Drabbles/WIPs

Untitled conversation btwn Reader and Clay about Jensen getting himself into trouble. 😥👊

Blinded by the Fog -💚😥😍👊🔥 Reeling from the loss of your husband in a tragic accident in Bolivia, you throw yourself into caring for the other women left behind, avoiding your own care. Along the way you meet another Army Captain who helps you see you should be cared for too. You grow closer to the new man in your life only to find out a few months later that your husband is actually alive and well. Different world than Between A Wolf and a Hard Place.

Between A Wolf and A Hard Place-😥😍👊💯Jake Jensen x Reader with a large side of Captain Syverson.  Angst, fluff and violence. Military flavored violence in later chapters. 

Roses & Flame- 🔥🤔💯Sy Birthday themed smut is the short of it. @ellethespaceunicorn requested Sy horned up for her on her birthday. Extra bonus if I mentioned her ample backside.

Stick Handling Series-💚😍🔥✍ Drabbles showing domestic bliss of Reader living with Jake Jensen, Walter Marshall, Captain Syverson, Ari Levinson, Ransom Drysdale, and Curtis Everett. Guest appearances by Geralt of Rivera, and Dean Winchester is insistent there's room for him in the Bunkhouse.

Threat of Exile -🤓😥👊 💯 Reader is on a supply run with Syverson after the world has ended. Challenge for @the-slumberparty.

Three-Jump Cowboy- 🤔🤔😍 Ask was "Syverson Waiting on him hand and foot" Gender Neutral Reader cares for Sy after an accident leaves him bedridden.

Walter Marshall (Night Hunter):

The Hidden Sun- 😥😍👊🔥✍ Reader gets some help with an unruly customer from Detective Marshall. Smut starting in Chapter 2

Chapter 1   

Chapter 2

Chapter 3 Coming Soon

Stick Handling Series-💚😍🔥✍ Drabbles showing domestic bliss of Reader living with Jake Jensen, Walter Marshall, Captain Syverson, Ari Levinson, Ransom Drysdale, and Curtis Everett. Guest appearances by Geralt of Rivera, and Dean Winchester is insistent there's room for him in the Bunkhouse.

Arresting and Arrested- 🤔😢😍 "⛑ - Some tender first-aid with Walter Marshall" Walter receives first aid from an unexpected source.

Blazed and Blazing- 😢- Follow up to Arresting and Arrested. Aftermath of SWAT raid to get extract Walter from his kidnappers' clutches.

Into the Storm-🔥🤔💚💯 you come home to find Walter taking matters into his own hands.

Sam is Angry- 🔥💯 Reader and Dean defile Sam's latest research.

Monster Slaying Babies- 😥😍💯 Reader nurse the Winchester brother through the flu.  Fluff

Chaos and Clothes- 😥😍👊🔥💯 Slight AU: Imagine if Ellen didn't come get her daughter Jo after her hunt with the Winchesters in Philly in No Exit. Just pretend Dean promised Ellen they would deliver her safe and sound back to the roadhouse. What happened in that fully paid for apartment the night before they left for Nebraska?

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Playing with Fire- 😍💯 silly drabble about musical misunderstandings.

Missing- 😍🔥✍ - Reader x Deacon. Coming soon.

Original Fic

Tight Spaces 💚😍🔥You are out at a party in NYC with the love of your life. And he mercilessly tortures you through the evening. Written for a women's erotica magazine that never happened.

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[roamwithahungryheart]

After Evan

Haven't written anything for Evan Marshall before so I thought I'd give it a shot! I suppose in a way this is inspired by Ghost...

Warning(s): Themes of death and grief

Evan Marshall x Thea Tate (OFC)

“How much pain do you have to go through before giving up is okay?”

It’s ten o’clock in the morning and Thea Tate is in therapy. All she’s done so far is pick at her nails and avoid Wendy’s eyes. Thea met Wendy Milligan in a chance encounter at the grocery store. Of course, like everyone else in the neighborhood, she’d heard about the tragic passing of Thea’s fiancé Evan. Wendy offered her condolences, and then her services. Not wanting to seem rude, Thea accepted the offer. Now here she was, in a stuffy, dull room rehashing the details of his death.

“Who said anything about giving up?” Wendy shrugged, crossed her legs and examined the way Thea’s face fell. “What does giving up mean to you?”

“I don’t know.” Thea stretched her arms and sat back in the stiff chair. “Letting go. Forgetting.”

“Do you want to forget Evan?”

“No.” She sniffled, trying to ignore the burning sensation behind her eyes.

“Tell me about him. What was Evan like?”

Thea was definitely about to cry. Taking a deep breath, she cast her eyes to the ceiling in a bid to suppress the tears that had started to pool. “He was the kindest, bravest, most ridiculous man I’ve ever known. I know that sounds cliché, but he was.” Her bottom lip quivered as she continued. “I knew I couldn’t stop him. It was his job. He had to go. But I just wish I could have done something.”

Wendy picked up the pen and notepad on her desk. She made notes, then paused, tapping the pen against her lips in thought. “Let’s try something. What would you have said to him that night? If you don’t want to say it out loud, you can write it down.” She ripped out a page and laid it on the low coffee table between them.

Thea wrung her hands together for a moment and exhaled slowly. “I would have said I love you. Be careful. Don’t be too brave.” She huffed. “He had a knack for getting himself into dangerous situations for the sake of helping somebody. That’s why he became a paramedic. It was an outlet for that blind heroism, as he called it.”

“What did you call it?”

“Stupidity. I know adrenaline junkies are a thing, but Evan took it to the extreme. Before I met him I’d never gone hiking. He somehow got me to go base jumping with him once. He was one of those people, y’know? The ones you’d trust with your life in a heartbeat.”

“Sounds like it. What do you miss most about him?”

“Everything.” Thea broke into a sob. “I just fucking miss him. Every fucking day.” Wiping her eyes, she held up a hand in apology. “Sorry for swearing.”

“That’s okay.” Wendy handed her a tissue, a maternal softness in her eyes. “When we grieve, it isn’t just a feeling, it’s a state of being. It consumes us. It controls the way we think and the way we speak both to ourselves and to others.”

Every time there was a lull in the conversation, the air seemed to grow thicker and more stagnant.

“I must be a pretty shitty person then.” Thea shrugged.

“Why?”

“Because I’m shutting everyone out. I’m being selfish. Like I’m the only person in the world who knew him.”

“Grief can be selfish. We’re mourning the person we knew. Not the person everyone knew.”

Thea nodded. She doubted that even his mother knew about the secret drawer where everything was meticulously paired up and color coded. Or the time he got drunk at a karaoke bar and pranced around the stage singing ‘I’m Too Sexy’. She laughed then. It changed her posture, and Wendy smiled at that.

“Our time’s almost up, so I’m going to give you some homework. Write a few more things you’d like to say to Evan. If it helps, imagine you’re writing a letter.” That same maternal, sympathetic look. “It’s hard, I know, but you’re doing great. Just the fact that you turned up today is something to be proud of.”

“Thank you.” Thea replied weakly.

“Take care.” Wendy laid a hand on Thea’s shoulder as she headed for the door. “See you next week.”

As she made her way through the parking lot, a distant ambulance siren made her freeze. Her fingers were numb, her chest tight, as if her heart was about to burst. Letting out a long, shaky breath, the tingles in her hands began to subside.

On the drive home, her head was filled with swirling thoughts of reassuring mantras she didn’t really believe in. How could a single phrase erase all the pain she felt? Stop her from waking up every morning, still expecting Evan to be snoring peacefully beside her? It seemed so reductive.

When she reached the front door of the home they had shared, Thea reminded herself that the house was empty. She swallowed the greeting she would usually yell through the hallway and shrugged out of her coat. It was so silent. So still. A shell devoid of the life that had once inhabited it. Only one photograph remained, in pride of place on the mantelpiece – the photograph they had taken the day that Evan proposed. Every time Thea looked at it, it was almost impossible for her to be sad. Even the word sad seemed to lose all meaning. It wasn’t a strong enough word. No word was strong enough to express how she truly felt. But it all dissolved into warmth whenever she saw their broad smiles and the proud way he held her.

In the evening, after a few minutes of pacing back and forth by the dining table and glancing at her laptop, she stopped, sat and opened the lid.

It felt silly at first, writing to someone who wouldn’t be able to read her words. But as she continued to type, it gradually became easier to let go of everything that had been festering in her mind and heart all this time. She could barely give his eulogy, but this, this was different. This was a conversation.

Thea read every word over and over until all she saw was a blurred jumble of letters. With a heavy sigh, she pushed back from the table and padded into the kitchen to make a cup of chamomile tea. She was tired. So tired. Her eyelids fluttered. She slid the half-empty mug back onto the kitchen counter and closed the lid of her laptop on her way to the bedroom. All she wanted was to sleep.

Much to her surprise, Thea woke early the next morning. For the first time in months, she started her day with birdsong.

When she sat at the table with hew new staple breakfast of black coffee and a single slice of un-buttered toast, something caught her eye. The laptop. Even in her morning haze, she knew she had shut it down last night. Dropping the slice of toast onto a plate, she leaned closer.

A new document. Three words.

I love you.

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Hi everybody, here is a list of all the drabbles/one shots!

🌸= fluff

💦= smut & 18+

💌 Daddy Henry Cavill 💦

Some details of your relationship are meant to stay between you and Henry (Henry Cavill x fem!reader)

💌 Club owner August Walker 💦

August not only owns a club, he also owns you (August Walker x fem!reader)

💌 Back home 💦

After a mission, August comes back home to his girl (August Walker x fem!reader)

💌 Laundry day 💦

You experience some laundry issues, but Henry isn't complaining (Henry Cavill x fem!reader)

💌 Call me daddy 💦

When Sy overhears you and your friends, he discovers something interesting (Sy x fem!reader)

💌 Made out of porcelain 💦

Walter loves you so much, that he treats you like porcelain, however you need it a little bit less vanilla and more rough (Walter Marshall x fem!reader)

💌 Mrs. Walker 💦

You are the trophy wife of CEO!August Walker and that does come with a price. (August Walker x fem!reader)

💌 Family life 🌸

Never in a million years did August expect to have this type of life, however, years after meeting you, he finds himself as a doting father. (August Walker x fem!reader)

💌 Voice message 🌸

Long distance with your boyfriend is always difficult, but thankfully Chris knows exactly how to show his love for you, even when you're an ocean away (Chris Evans x fem!reader)

💌 Bratty Behavior 💦

Usually you listen to him, however today you’ve been teasing the shit out of him (August Walker x fem!reader)

💌 Heatwave 💦

You are not made for hot weather, Sy on the other hand is. (Sy x fem!reader)

💌 Ice cream 💦

Workaholic Walter finally relaxes on the beaches of Hawaii with you, however, no matter where you two are: you continue to be insatiable. (Walter Marshall x fem!reader)

💌 Naked Wednesday 💦

There is one thing that drives August absolutely crazy and that is your beautiful body (August Walker x fem!reader)

💌 The Assignment 💦

You and Henry are paired up for a college assignment. When one day you get locked in his room, something is bound to happen. (Henry Cavill x fem!reader)

💌 A national treasure: Oliebollen 🌸

As a true Dutchie, you have eaten your fair share of oliebollen, however your sweet Sy has yet to try them (Sy x fem!reader)

💌 Dirty December 💦

While No Nut November was a dramatic fail for Walter Marshall, he came up with Dirty December: a little advent calendar for you and him and there is no backing out. (Walter Marshall x fem!reader)

💌 Happy Birthday 🌸

How Henry and his characters would celebrate your birthday.

💌 The first day of winter 🌸

You are stranded in the terminal, unable to catch your flight, but then you meet a handsome stranger, who is stuck like you. (Walter Marshall x fem!reader)

💌 Reading is kinda fun 🌸

You get your boyfriend Walter to read ‘Strange Weather in Tokyo’, but you didn't expect this reaction... (Walter Marshall x fem!reader)

💌 Who is wonderfulmiracles irl? 🌸

Henry is obsessed with fanfic author wonderfulmiracles, however when an author publishes her new debut novel, he can't help but see resemblances in the writing style. (Henry Cavill x fem!reader)

💌 I lost my puppy 🌸

You got yourself a puppy, however when you lose the little bastard, you meet a very handsome dog owner (Sy x fem!reader)

💌 Daddy, I've been a bad girl 💦

When August is on a business trip, you decide not to masturbate, however when 10 days have passed, you are experiencing quite some difficulties. (August Walker x fem!reader)

💌 Some things never change 💦

August knew you, though the way he was familiar with you was quite unconventional. (August Walker x fem!reader)

💌 Your honor 💦

You were a freshly minted lawyer and after you won your first case, your client wants to take you out for dinner, as a thank you (Walter Marshall x fem!reader)

💌 The third date 🌸

Henry had been on a few dates with her, so now he takes her out on a very special date

💌 From meet cute to something else 🌸

You meet a visually impaired man in the gym and sooner rather than later, the three of you (if you include his cute guide dog) are becoming quite close.

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Updated: 31th August, 2021

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Includes: Romance, fluff, smut and also 18+ NSFW content

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✨Full masterlist below the cut! ✨

Chris Evans Fiction

💠 One Shots & Drabbles

Deep in Love - Chris x Reader (Smut, oral, unprotected sex)

Reader wakes up to find Chris ready to take her breath away.

Hopeless - Chris x Reader (Angst, mention of infidelity)

There’s always an end to a love affair.

Morning Ritual - Chris x Reader (picture drabble, Sugarcoated Fluff, implied smut)

Snippet of your video call with Chris one morning.

Make it work - Chris x Reader (picture drabble, 18+, mention of toy, flirty Chris, smutty talks, implied smut)

You knew the moment the package arrived at your door that Chris had some plans for you.

Once in a Lifetime - Chris x Reader (none)

Meeting Chris at a premier for the first time.

💠 Requests

Chris x Indian Reader / Henry x Indian Reader (fluff, implied smut)

Chris and Henry are aroused by their SO's in a saree.

Care Bear - Chris x Indian Reader (fluff, domestic)

Chris cooks dinner for you.

Baby Steps - Andy Barber x Reader (angst turned to fluff)

Reader with a shy Andy after everything that happened in his life.

Gladly - Chris x Reader (18+, hint of smut, mostly fluff, alcohol consumption, stripping)

Chris has invited you on a date at his home and you challenge him for a game of beer pong.

Safe Heaven - Chris x Reader (domestic fluff, talks of anxiety

For better or for worse, you had vowed, and you planned to stick by it.

I wanna touch you - Chris x Reader (smut, RPF, BDSM, oral (male receiving), slight male!sub, attempted fem!dom, slight choking, rough sex, unprotected sex, sexual intercourse, vaginal penetration)

You decide to add a little spice to your relationship.

Promises - Chris x Reader (little angsty, eventually super fluffy)

Chris contemplates how you might not be happy to be with him, only to be surprised by the reason behind everything.

Primed for Sin - Ransom Drysdale x Reader (implied smut, mention of violence)

It was only supposed to be a simple mission, but maybe it was difficult to quit something you were clearly enjoying.

I'm coming home - Chris x Reader (fluffy emotional)

You want to reach home before Chris's birthday but there is this one thing you need to get done before you travel home.

Good Years - Chris x Reader (floofy fluff)

Headcanon of Chris as your husband.

Henry Cavill Fiction

💠 One Shots & Drabbles

Island of Love - Henry x Reader (mention of face riding)

Henry gets a lesson in selfie posting.

Dirty Secret - Henry x Reader (smut, oral (female receiving), squirting, penetration, sexual intercourse, bodily fluids, exhibition kink)

Reader and Henry reunite behind the scenes at the studio.

December To Remember - Henry x Reader (fluff)

You have the best gift to make this year's Christmas the best one of Henry’s life.

Down in History - Henry x Reader (comfort fluff)

Your anxiety is at its peak at your first award function with Henry as a couple.

Shoes - Henry x Reader (super fluff)

Henry is busy assembling his PC and you got him a pair of shoes.

Glad you came - Henry x Reader (smut, fingering, sexual intercourse, exhibitionism, casual sex, alcohol usage)

You are out to the club after a breakup and stumble upon Henry to complete your night.

When the ball drops - Henry x Reader (fluff)

It’s your third year in the Big Apple and you still haven’t found your midnight kiss for when the ball drops, until tonight.

Good morning, Sunshine - Henry x Reader (fluff)

Henry takes you to watch sunrise early in the morning.

Cherry Angel - Henry x Reader (fluff, proud hubby Henry)

Henry never come to fashion shows but he makes an exception this time.

Did you get TikTok?! - Henry x Reader (fluff)

Henry secretly got TikTok and his first video features you with a public declaration in the end.

Can't fight the feeling - Henry x Reader (fluff)

Henry has been keeping his feelings for you to himself but he cannot hold it in any longer and unknowingly expresses it to his assistant.

Chasni (Sugar Syrup) - Henry x Reader (domestic fluff)

Henry finds you singing along to your favorite song from your home country. He joins along with a surprise.

You're my Medicine - Henry x unnamed OFC (slight angst, fluff, mention of road accident)

Perfect medicine for when she is hurting? Him.

💠 Series

Chances - Henry x Reader (Angst, unrequited feelings, hurt/comfort, fluff) ❇️COMPLETE❇️

She loves Henry and takes a chance, a leap of faith, only for Henry to be afraid to confess his feelings, leaving her heartbroken.

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Epilogue |

I Would Do It Again - AU Henry x OFC (smut, casual sex, office romance, boss/employer relationship, angst, fluff) ✨ONGOING✨

Anya Adams spends the night with a stranger, only for him to turn out to be her boss, leading to a tumultuous series of events to unfold.

| One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve |

💠 Requests

You + Me - Henry x Reader (fluff, kissing, implied smut)

Henry is overworking and you give him comfort, make him feel home.

Until we're grey and old - Henry x Reader/Chris x Reader (fluff, hurt/comfort, reader has raynaud's disease)

Henry and Chris both have their own unique ways to provide comfort to the women in their life.

Irresistible - Henry x Reader (fluffy romance)

You are cooking dinner for Henry but he keeps distracting you.

Footprints in the Sand - Dad!Henry x Reader (pure fluff)

You introduce your daughters to Henry and three years later, you have a complete family.

Tickles and Cuddles - Dad!Henry x Reader (fluff, domestic life)

Your son is scared requesting to not be left alone in his room. Henry takes up on himself to have a tickle fight with his son, content with his life.

You make it easy - Henry x Reader (fluff, implied smut)

You are tired from work and Henry decides to relax you with movie and wine.

Stormy night - Henry x Reader (angst, mention of jealousy)

Henry has been in love with you for a long time, when he decides to tell you, it doesn't end well.

Never let you go - Henry x Reader (teeth rotting fluff)

Henry is needy for your attention and you make him feel loved before he leaves for filming again.

Same, love - Henry x Reader (fluff, competitive Henry, alcohol usage)

You are invited to a party where you meet Henry and bond over your competitive nature.

I found you - Henry x Reader (fluff)

Henry loves you but hasn't told you yet, but one day when you are losing your mind over work, he decides to calm you with his declaration.

For better or worse - Henry x Reader (mention of pandemic, self conscious reader, implied smut)

You are feeling self conscious, hating the way your body has changed. Henry assures you about how you'll always be perfect to him.

25 to life - Henry x Reader (fluff, implied smut)

Henry has whisked you away for your honeymoon to an island paradise.

Little Guardian - Henry/Kal x Reader (fluff)

Kal suddenly starts following you around the house and you soon find out why.

Better half - Henry x Reader (fluff)

Henry is your rock and you are content with your life.

Hello, Sailor - Henry x Reader (smut, fingering, slight bondage, male!dom, fem!sub, minor role-playing, vaginal penetration, foul language)

Sexually frustrated Henry comes home after filming a sex scene and he had only been thinking about you.

Epona - Henry x Reader (none)

Henry helps you overcome your fear of horses.

Morning Glory - Henry x Reader (smut, male masturbation, oral (male receiving), vaginal penetration, sexual intercourse, unprotected sex)

Henry had a problem and he needs your help but he doesn't know if you want to lose sleep over it on a early Sunday morning.

Bridgerton - Henry x Pregnant!Reader (spoilers, fluff)

Henry's reaction to you watching Bridgerton.

Say my name - Henry x Reader (smut, fingering, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, sexual intercourse)

Henry give you your birthday present in the kitchen.

Little Things - Dad!Henry x Reader (fluff)

Your daughter tells you about her day with her dad while you are running errands with your son.

Dinner for Two - Multiple characters x Reader (fluff)

Headcanon of dinner ideas for Henry and a few of his characters.

Box of Secrets - Henry x Reader (implied smut, implied use of toys)

You move in with Henry and he finds out about a sexy secret you had been keeping from him.

Mon amour - Henry x Reader (fluff)

Henry whisked you away for a surprise birthday celebration to Paris.

Perfect - Henry x plus size!reader ✴️NEW✴️

Henry comfort you after you are body shamed.

August Walker Fiction

💠 One Shots & Drabbles

Deal with the Devil - August x Reader (angst)

An innocent observation of the most dangerous man in the world ends in the most unexpected way.

Wreck Me - August x Reader (smut, kidnapping, drugging, Male!Dom, Fem!Sub, bondage, foul language, spanking, roleplay)

You find yourself tied in a hotel room, having no recollection of how you reached there. August has plans to leave you completely wrecked.

Intruder - August x Reader (implied smut, use of handcuffs)

August is supposed to be away on a mission, but he surprised you after finding out what you desire on your blog.

Thank you, daddy - August x Reader (explicit smut, male!dom, fem!sub, spread eagle, handcuffs, use of toys, fingering, orgasm denial, squirting, edging, cunt slapping, slight degradation, chocking, multiple orgasms, vaginal penetration, cream pie, cum swallow, bodily fluids)

August loves to gift his girl some creamy pie on her birthday.

Walter Marshall Fiction

💠 One Shots & Drabbles

Happy anniversary - Walter x Reader (fluff, implied smut, sexual theme, strip dancing)

On your 1st wedding anniversary, Walter has planned a sweet surprise for you which doesn't go his way.

Third Time's The Charm - Walter x Reader (fluff, singing Walter)

Walter sweeps you off your feet with his voice, making you both give your romance a third chance.

💠 Series

Show Me the Light - Walter x OFC ⛔ON HIATUS⛔

| Part 1 | Part 2 |

💠 Requests

Helping hand - Walter x Reader (shoulder injury description, fluff, hint of smut, male masturbation)

Walter is injured and gets help from his annoying but cute neighbour.

Captain Syverson Fiction

💠 One Shots & Drabbles

Can't be Tamed - Sy x Reader (Heavy smut, 18+, male dom, female sub, oral (female receiving), fingering, bondage, unprotected sex)

Captain Sy is being aloof of your feelings. You want to make your place known. But can you really tame a lion to be your pet?

Poker Night - Sy x Reader (smut, oral (male receiving), deep throating, penetration, anal penetration, unprotected sex)

It’s Syverson’s last night with her before he is deployed back to duty in the desert. She challenges him for a game of strip poker and ends up on the table.

Under the Stars - Sy x Reader (smut, oral (female receiving), fingering, penetration, sexual intercourse, bodily fluids, unprotected sex, outdoor sex, breeding kink)

Sy takes her on a vacation in the vineyard to relax and fill his starving self of her.

Love Me Tonight - Sy x Reader (smut, fluff, fingering, penetration, unprotected sex, bodily fluids, a little bit of angst and war scene)

Watching a war movie before bedtime was a bad idea.

Mistletoe - Sy x Reader (smut, fingering, oral (Female receiving), penetration, sexual intercourse, unprotected sex)

Sy has officially left the military and for your birthday he takes you for a long vacation in the Swiss Alps.

Empty Nest - Sy x Reader (angst, TW: loss of a child, TW: death, TW: Mention of road accident, lots of sadness)

Sy is trying to be strong but he knows everything is now lost.

Baby maker Sy - Sy x Reader (smut, breeding kink, unprotected sex)

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💠 Series

Sand and Stars - Sy x OFC x OMC (Warning: 18+) ❇️COMPLETE❇️

Journey through time (photo series) - Sy x Reader (Fluff) ❇️COMPLETE❇️

Your relationship with Syverson over the years.

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 |

💠 Requests

Baby Mama - Sy x pregnant!Reader (smut, pregnant reader, oral (female receiving), pregnancy kink, breeding kink, fingering)

Sy helps his pregnant wife with perennial massage, leading to her being pleasured by him.

Edge of Paradise - Sy x Reader (fluff, self conscious reader)

You have doubts if you are enough for Sy when he assures you and gives you a surprise.

Last first kiss - Sy x Reader (fluff)

You have never been in a relationship before, never kissed anyone either. You are about to tell Sy your little secret wondering how he would take it.

Duty - Sy x Reader (angst to fluff, mentions of blood, traumatic events, smut, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex) ✴️NEW✴️

Sy has a secret relationship with a nurse at camp which is more than just sex.

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DISCLAIMER:

I Do Not Give Consent For Anyone To Copy, Re-Write, Or Translate My Work.

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These Stories/ One-shot’s contains adult themes and is not for anyone under the age of 18.

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I am not responsible for any of the following:

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⭐️•Ruined bedsheets

⭐️•Dirty thoughts or dreams

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And most importantly- Developing an attraction towards any other Characters/Actors and SMUT stories. I don’t own any of the Characters/Actors in these stories.

All characters are above 18. These are all a fanfic/Au reality, so don’t take it seriously.

Please be kind and respectful if you have any comments, questions, and thoughts on this story.

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If my work isn’t to your taste, just don’t read it. Simple enough.

Otherwise Enjoy!😊

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Main Characters/Actors I write for Currently:

🔸Tom Hiddleston/ Marvel Loki

🔸Chris Evans/ Marvel Steve Rogers

🔸Sebastian Stan/ Marvel Bucky Barnes

🔸Henry Cavill/ Geralt Of Rivia/ Sherlock Holmes/ August Walker/ Walter Marshall

🔸Various Marvel Character’s

(MASTERLIST IS CURRENTLY UNTER WORK AND NOT COMPLETE YET)

[hauntedelation]

You

Gif found on this blog, I couldn’t find the original poster :(

Description: You weren’t sure about him, this melancholy paramedic who you met through a close co-worker. Yet from the start, everything felt right. Several months stretched by with you growing closer and closer to Evan. It was pleasant, sometimes more than that. For a while there you could say that you were in the most bliss you had ever experienced. 

Except, something called to you. A feeling in your gut that transpired during a long-awaited reunion on the night of Valentine’s Day.

Pairing: Gender Neutral Black Reader x Evan Marshall

A/N: I recently watched Blood Creek and again, I really liked Henry’s character. Evan is a sweetie and of course this doesn’t follow the plot of the movie. I don’t really know where this came from, I didn’t mean for it to end so...puzzling? 

I wrote this with gender neutral pronouns and with a Black reader in mind. This was supposed to simply be sad and angsty but, I liked how it went. I still mean for this to be a sad romance, hopefully I portrayed that well enough. The man just needs that affection in his life. (Proofreading happened, sorry for any errors.)

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: fluff, hint of smut at the end (18+), cryptic dialogue, and a dash of angst

~Please enjoy guys! <3

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When Walter Marshall told you that he had a younger brother, you purely rolled your eyes and sent him a snort. For as long as you knew the stoic detective, he never mentioned a hint of having any other family in his life—other than his daughter and his ex-wife. 

The man uttered it with a shallow weight like it had been a musing about the weather, "Oh, when you come over this Sunday, I can introduce you to my little brother, Evan."

With a turn of your head, you made a face that resembled a scowl; but, you weren’t irritated. Walter had caught that look and hid his amused smile behind the lid of his coffee mug.

You both had clocked into your adjoining shifts and sauntered side-by-side down that long, fluorescent hallway. Walter's comment emerged the moment you reached that left turn into your office. When the words finally soaked in, you paused.

"Wait, you have a brother?"

That was the detective's cue to turn and continue walking a few doors down to his office. He possessed something of a smirk under that dark nest on his face. And, with your frantic, "Walt? Walt how come you never told me—"

He only replied with, "You never asked."

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You recall the mystery brother standing by an old grandfather clock in Walter's living room. His eyes were fixated on the television screen in front of him, his body subconsciously leaning toward the thrill of the game.

There was a beer in his hand, and he took a long swig from the glass rim before letting that hand drop and adjusting his stance to rest against the wall. He wore a soot-colored canvas work coat with a light grey hood below. From what you could see, under that hood was a dark navy uniform.

Within the loud commotion of another touchdown, the detective abandoned the traditional method of gaining his brother's attention and settled on placing a hand on his back. 

Evan was in the middle of another swig. Upon turning around, his brows raised and his fatigued eyes shined at the sight of Walter standing behind him. In a pleasant greeting, Evan pulled the beer away from his lips, placed the bottle down, and greeted his brother with a big hug.

"Walt! Hey, sorry I couldn't catch you when I came in."

Once the two stepped away from each other, the air between them was light and affable. For the first time with knowing Walter, you heard a buoyant laugh fall from his lungs. 

"Don't worry about it," he waved away the apology, "I wanted to introduce you to a friend of mine.”

Walter stepped back and gestured his hand to you.

"This is Y/n, a dear co-worker and someone who has been with me through many hefty cases. They haven’t annoyed me too much, so that’s why I figured it was time to introduce them to you.”

You clicked your tongue at Walter's comment and took a step toward the stranger. With a soft smile, you shifted your hold on a glass and held your hand out toward him, "It's nice to finally meet you, Evan."

The look in his eyes was curious and they drifted over Walter's for that short moment. A grin crept on his stubbled face. When those eyes slid down to you, they straightaway lost focus and softened.

Without breaking his gape on you, Evan removed his free hand from the confines of his jacket pocket. He encased your digits in his and shook. 

You remember distinctly, how the warmth from his hand enveloped yours, almost like it chased the lines in your palm.

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It was a little over five months ago, five months from first shaking Evan Marshall’s hand, from observing how he would stop and let his eyes glide over your face, from listening to his steady voice and wondering exactly how it was that he didn't have an accent like Walter. 

'We don't share a Mother,' he said.

Evan was American and was living in West Virginia for a while before he decided to move back up to Minnesota. He told you he was down there to take care of his sick Mother while studying to become a paramedic. 

You remember leaning against the kitchen counter, and watching how the low light illuminated his face. Evan was an average man, not as broad and mountainous as his older brother, but, he still towered over you. 

He was incredibly gentle, albeit hesitant, but throughout that night you could see him slowly unfurl before you.

Where are you from?

What do you like to do? He asked you.

While taken with his interest, how you spoke induced many smiles and responses from the man. Eventually, you asked him the same.

He was currently a paramedic in town. He doesn't get very much free-time due to it but he seemed to enjoy cooking, playing the piano, or listening to music whenever he could. 

Evan pointed to a large bowl containing some sort of pasta salad to the right of you.

'I made my own dressing this time, I wanted to see if it would improve the recipe.'

You took a closer look and saw how the bowl was just about empty. When you thought more about it, you recalled having a sizable helping of that pasta much earlier, and couldn't help grabbing more.

Under the kitchen light, you could have sworn that you witnessed Evan's ears burn when you pointed that out.

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You made it a goal to learn as much as you could about him. There wasn’t many things that you could hold on to, but you had a handful.

He liked to listen to the old rock songs sometimes, the grunge and garage sounds. He listened to just about every band with that vibe but, he seemed to enjoy the ones from way back when the most. 

Every time you heard that music from his truck radio, it brought you back to being younger, where you would watch the T.V. and see teens in acid wash jeans with cigarettes between their fingers. 

You could just see him when he was younger: hair long, unkempt, his ears holding silver earrings, and black boots on his feet with words etched into the side that probably meant something to him at the time.

Evan shook his head at you and hid a smile behind his hand, ‘You were close...I was more into sneakers, but I still wrote dumb stuff on the sides of them.’

You were close, the photo he showed you that day did show a young man with his curly hair in his face, the look of a perfectly misguided youth. Now, Evan was an upstanding man, he didn’t wear those same clothes that he used to. 

Still, he liked to keep that part of himself, to remember who he used to be, and to hear those songs that his younger self hung onto. You decided to as well.

You memorized everything that seemed to make him the happiest: going for long rides in his truck, holding his hand and walking with him with the night air surrounding you both, even dragging him to the grocery store just to buy your favorite bag of chips.

A recent one was laying in the sunlight and watching him play his piano. 

You never knew that Evan was as talented as he was until he sat down one early morning and decided to play. He was awfully timid when his fingers first grazed those keys, but, your kind words, your encouragement shooed away his apprehension. 

After that particular morning, Evan only wanted to play when it was just you two.

The Marshall brothers shared a similar woe in their blue eyes, it had to have been in the blood, but Evan possessed a more quelled spirit within him. You noticed from the way that he handled himself, how he would always cross his arms around his body as if he was shielding everything away. 

You could see the way that the man drank in your touch during the close moments you spent together, how those very eyes seemed to never want to leave your body. 

He was completely enamored with you. 

Those times you observed him, your teeth chewing at your nail, you would question to yourself:

How come Walter never told me about you, really? 

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"Get in the tub with me, please?" Your lips tickled the collar of his shirt and smoothed up over the swell of his throat. Below your mouth, and through his thin skin, you could feel the vibration of a hum crawling its way out of his body.

You did a lot for tonight, the 14th of February. Like some sort of fanatic, the bathroom was littered with red shiny balloons with images of cupid on the surface. 

He took in the condition of the heated room, drifting his attention from the candles sitting near the rim of the tub to the burgundy and cherry rose petals dotting every surface. There were towels, fresh soaps, and oils shelved on top of a rack. Next to those items were a change of clothes for the both of you.

You even purchased chocolates. There was a container set on the countertop, it was unopened and showcasing various flavors and coatings through the clear casing. They were tempting, though, in the back of your mind you knew that those packages would remain intact.

When he came through your front door, you had a plate full of his favorite food hot and ready. You had a feeling that Evan would be ready to eat, but you didn’t expect him to be as starving as he was. 

He had shoveled large bites of meat into his mouth, and while he did stop to enjoy the taste, you ended up returning to the table with his third plate.

Evan never failed to appear weary or to eat like he wasn’t deprived. During his worst, his skin was dusted pale, seldom words fell from his lips, and a shadowy curtain hung under his pretty eyes. The weight on his shoulders was heavy and you knew he would constantly fight to keep those lids open. 

Tonight was no different for him.

You hadn’t seen Evan in a little over two weeks. Your schedules, unfortunately, did not align and he happened to work the same grueling 24-to-48 hour shifts. When he first explained his lifestyle to you, it was rather strange and difficult to understand. 

‘You work a day or two at a time? Is that even humane?’

It was a standard though, at least with the small town that you all lived in. Evan was used to it and a large part of the time was him sitting at the station and waiting for the next 911 call. The silver lining brought him three days off after those long shifts. 

Tomorrow would mark the first of those three days with him.

So you called him earlier that afternoon, you had the holiday in the back of your mind and you planned to make it special. You asked him to come over once his shift ended, and he didn’t show an ounce of protest. 

It had been over 2 weeks.

While you were putting everything into place, laying down those velvet rose petals and candles, you worried. What if you were doing too much? This kind of thing would easily borderline sappy and romantic. You weren’t sure what you were aiming for while decorating that bathroom. 

But, you reflected, and you knew one thing.

Your heart was in the right place. Every dollar you put in on the colorful balloons, the bouquet, the food, you knew that it was well spent. As you looked to each item in the bathroom, you only wish you could have spent more.

It was all for him, it couldn't be that silly.

There you were, holding him in your arms, standing by a filled tub, and coaxing him, "I promise it will be relaxing. Please, let me take care of you, Ev.”

Though he was stiff when he first saw all of the decorations, the uncertainty layering his face slowly fell away. Evan let you grab hold of the hem of his shirt. You slipped it over his head, following after was the rest of his clothes. 

The garments were discarded to a pile in the corner of the bathroom. In return, Evan guided your clothes off of your body.

No words were added from either of you. The touches lingered and, as if you two were afraid, they were lighter than air. He gazed at your fingers working along the goosebumps on his chest and his stomach. 

Evan had a fascination with your ability to ostensibly paint those bumps on his skin. It was your gift, and ever since that first time you did it, he did not want anything else.

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Steam filled the entirety of the bathroom, smudging the mirrors and leaving beads of water to drip down the tile on the wall by the tub. The surface of the water met just under the rim and was littered with bubbles and rose petals. 

Evan’s legs stretched along the length of the tub, his knees bent at a slight angle and provided some space for his body. He leaned against the edge of the tub, his head resting against a folded towel. Under heavy lids, he watched how you rinsed the washcloth and folded it over the chrome water spout.

After helping each other wash off, you decided to soak in the water with him. There was no rush for the two of you and the aroma of the oils in the water had begun to soothe you both, Evan more especially.

His lids were fluttering as his head laid more weight on the makeshift pillow. You lounged back on the opposite side of the tub, with a tender smile on your lips. Your feet shifted to sit in his lap and you felt his hands move to gently grasp at your ankle. 

Evan peeked through his lashes and began to massage from your heel to the sole of your feet with his fingers. You leaned your head into your palm and took in his movements. While he continued pressing the tips of his fingers, wonderfully deep into your skin, you mused out loud,

"Shouldn't I be the one doing this for you?" 

He cocked a lazy brow at his hands and glanced to your face, a boyish grin pulling the corners of his mouth, "It's alright, and plus, you know how ticklish I am."

Your fingers crept under the surface of the water and toward the side of your torso, where his foot was resting. Evan's expression was soon morphing into alarm and he pulled his legs up with a light-hearted chuckle. 

His hold on your ankle was released and a teasing curl pulled on your lips. You began to shift your body to move closer to him, careful to not disturb the water and spill any over the rim. Evan fell quiet as he watched you close the distance between the both of you. Your thighs surrounded his hips and your hands moved to rest on the side of his neck and his shoulder.

He sat up more and followed the weight of you on top of him. You felt your chest press against the soft hairs on his and those wet palms smooth up your back. Evan looked up at you with a particular expression on his face, still not saying a word but simply filling his vision with you. 

It was too long. You studied his stubbled face, the dots of freckles on his nose. Your fingertips were brought up to brush around his lips up to his cropped hairline. 

You wiped at a remaining spot of shampoo near his temple from when you washed his hair. He titled his head and caught the pearly suds on your fingers, inquiring, "How come I couldn't wash your hair?"

Evan met your eyes and you slid your hands to his nape and his jaw.

"It isn't wash-day for me, that will be tomorrow," you chuckled. 

You figure that he would enjoy helping.

He bit at his lower lip and his arms tightened around your middle, pulling you closer. Between your legs, you brushed against Evan’s stiffening length. And kicking your hips into him drew hushed noises from both of your lungs.

Two weeks.

You don't want to sound dramatic, you don't want to sound clingy, but you almost forgot the feel of his body. Those calluses on his palms, the rhythm of his breathing in his chest, his scent, and how it blanketed you. It was all him, Evan, each little detail was renewing in your mind. 

He was longing as he traced your face, he always had, but tonight you could see something pulling him lower. 

You decided to pry, "Is everything okay?"

Evan released a sigh from the depths of his body, his dark brows drew together and brought a look of shame on his charming face. He dropped his eyes to the bubbly water around you. 

"I...I'm sorry we haven't seen each other."

He followed the other decorations around the room and lingered his stare on the balloons, "It's been really busy at the station, so many calls came in and, fuck...I forgot about today."

You shook your head and cupped his jaw in your wet hands. Your thumbs massaged his facial hair and over his lips. Evan's eyes fell back to yours, regret highlighting them and his contempt slipping away more. 

"Ev, it's alright, you know that I understand."

Your lips brushed over his, still gently stroking his face, still holding onto him. His eyelids fluttered as your hands slid down below the water, grabbing a hold of his erection and caressing. 

"Don't worry about all of this, I did it for you. Just let me..."

His hips were latent, they shifted to pressed into your palm. You broke contact with Evan and watched your knees position to sink onto him. Just passing the ridge of his head, the rest of him continued to stretch into you. From his lips, he breathed out a sigh against your cheek.

Evan slid his hands down to the side of your hips and there they remained, those same calluses brushing against your smooth skin. The candlelight flickered and shone near the corner of his eye, reflecting a warm amber on your face.

Again, there was something unreadable behind that reflection, you couldn't place your finger on it. He was looking at you like you were some sort of beacon, but it didn’t seem to reach too far in his lidded eyes.

"Just let me feel you, let me feel that you're right here with me."

Your forehead nuzzled into his the instant he settled fully inside you. It was honeyed, a thick pressure that burned away every other worry. The kind that worked through your muscles and broke every knot apart. You could feel it the moment all of him nestled inside. While you listened to Evan’s breathing, and how it began to pick up in pulses, you curled your arms around his shoulders melted into him.

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The moon was out by the time you laid into bed. Your curtains split and allowed in the cool blue light into your bedroom. It covered your shelves, your family pictures, and the dark screen of your television.

And, it fell upon your bodies, kissing the back of Evan's head, his cotton clad shoulders, and legs. You watched from your position on the bed, you hand bathed in some of the soft light, only if you lifted it from the surface of the covers.

You didn't move much though.

His breaths warmed your neck, the weight of his body not crushing but anchoring you there on your bed. You knew that he would be out as soon as you left that bath, and you let him slump on top of you. You let his lips slant against yours and his words slur into something incomprehensible. He tried so hard to stay afloat and to talk with you all night, but—

...but it could wait. 

He laid his head in the crook of your neck, his clipped hair tickling your cheek and the side of your jaw. You wrapped your arms around his back, and you shushed his throaty sounds. He fought it until you rubbed your palms against his back, and soothed your fingers through that short hair of his.

You watched the moonlight on the items of your bedroom, on his body that was slowly rising and falling, on his arm that was tucked around your middle.

It had been two weeks. 

Your mind raised that question, long ago that you never seemed to find an adequate answer to, How come you never told me you had a brother, Walt?

You remember the way he looked at you and his brother. You remember the fond expression behind his beard when he saw Evan laugh at your jokes, and how much Walter asked about him while you two talked. What did you miss?

Evan began to minutely fidget in his slumber, his arms securing around you and his face burying more into your neck. You closed your lids, shifted your head on the pillow, and breathed him in for the first time in two weeks. For the first time in that long while, you felt Evan’s weight seep clear to your bones. 

That damn answer, it remained prodding,  

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Because you never asked.

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