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lemonnsss · 1 year

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Moral of the Story pt.1

Warnings: cheating, illusions to sex, angst, not BETA'D we die like men.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

Taglist: @vicmc624, @mostlymarvelgirl, @yvonneeeee, @beetlejuicesupremacy, @moonlightreader649, @whattheduckisupkyle, @chrisevans-realwife, @nekoannie-chan, @mrsbarnes32557038, @imyourbratzdoll

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I was sitting around the bonfire with the other faculty at Xavier’s after all the students had gone to bed: talking shit, spilling fresh gossip, and discussing all the latest trends. Next to me was my best friend, Ororo when she said, “You do know Logan’s cheating on you, right?”

“Please, Storm. We’ve been over this. There’s no way he does that, it just isn’t like him.”

“Please,” she begged, “everyone else on campus knows, we see the subtle glances, we hear the quiet ‘I Love You’s, we smell his cologne on her so why can’t you see it?”

She and I had had a big fight about this earlier, to her it was as obvious as the sun. I was holding on to something that wasn’t there, a distant memory long forgotten by him

I didn’t believe what they said- moreover, I couldn’t believe- Logan was the first thing in my life that I knew Jean couldn’t cheat me out of or beat me at. Walking down the hall in the teachers’ wing I heard moaning and grunting coming from Jean and Scott’s room, two definite voices.

I had seen Scott less than five minutes ago when I left the bonfire, and that’s when it dawned on me. I crept over to their door, wanting to catch this mysterious offender who Jean was cheating with, a soft gasp escaped my lips when I peered through the crack.

There on the bed lay the Jean Gray who had bested me at everything in life legs wide open with her brassiere unclasped at the front with a barely concealed Logan between her thighs.

Tears welled in my eyes as I took a step back, unsure of what I was supposed to do. I mean, no one tells you what to do if you see your boyfriend of three years fucking another woman.

Walking into our shared room I started packing away my things, everything that was valuable enough to bring with me. I knew I had to come back for the rest but I couldn’t think about that now, I just wanted out.

After I fill my duffle bags and suitcases, I go to make my way out of the door when Logan walks in, looking like he had just gotten out of the shower.

“Honey, whatcha doing? Thought you wanted to stay out at the bonfire a little longer.”

“Cut the shit, Lo. I know everything.” I move towards the door, and he grabs my arm.

“Sugar, I don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout, you’re gonna have to be more specific than that.” He says while slightly pushing my baggage down.

“I saw you,” I let out a shaky breath, “ I saw you with Jean just then. I trusted you! Even when everyone told me you were cheating I trusted you! Why would you do this to me, Logan?”

He stood there. Silent, still. As if processing what I had just said. Not moving even an inch.

A few minutes must have passed before he moved to bring his hand to my cheek before I shied away. “Sweetie, baby, please,” he begged, a thing I seldom saw from him, ”I swear, that was the only time.”

“Really? Because the rest of the faculty, save Scott and Professor Xavier, has been telling me all this for months!” I didn’t care if I woke the entire school, I had been wronged and cheated by the one person I trusted with my deepest fears and my insecurities. The man I had wanted to spend the rest of my life mere hours earlier betrayed me in a way no one should have to experience, and I would let him fucking know.

After hours of yelling at Logan, my voice was hoarse and raw as tears streamed down my face, people began to run over to the faculty wing to find out what the commotion was all about, hearing the scandalous but anticipated news and spreading it down the chain. Until everyone from the bonfire called it a night only to find they couldn’t even get to their rooms with the amount of people crowded around.

Scott shoved his way through to the front as I yelled, hearing me say his partner's name in the context of cheating, he looked at her, across the hall from where Logan and I stood, hope draining from his eyes and he understood that she had chosen Logan while trying to keep him along.

“I’m sorry, you had to find out this way, Scott,” I say, apologizing to Jean once again.

He turns around and the crowd separates like the Red Sea for him, now with Jean following, apologizing, begging for him to forget about this, how it didn’t mean anything to her, to turn over a new leaf; to wipe the slate clean. He doesn’t face her, not while I can see.

I pick up my bags again just for Logan to reach out once again, “Please?”

He sits there silently begging. I pull away, watching the hope in his eyes crumble.

“We both know it’s too late for that, Lo.”

The crowd separates once more as I make my way down the stairs, out the front door, and to the garage where my 65’ Thunderbird sits. Popping the trunk, I picked up my suitcase when I saw a silver streak of light pass by.

“You’re gonna leave, just like that?” Peter says, leaning back on the driver’s door.

“What else should I do? It’s not like I want to see them after this.” I load my smaller bags in and shut the trunk before moving to the door.

“That’s fair.” Peter says, backing away, ”But is there nothing else keeping you here?”

A soft gaze met mine, practically begging me to stay.

“Pete, I don’t need another reminder that I’m nothing but sub-par in comparison to the great Jean Gray. I don’t want to feel like that anymore. I’ve been compared to her my entire life, it’s time I meet someone who sees me for me.”

And with the nod of his head, I drove out of Xavier’s School of Gifted Children for the last time.

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i-have-a-wonky-eye-too · 2 years

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Request: Chris and the Reader doing a Instagram live where they Cooking together. Chris offen Check her out and the Comment gets Pretty Hot 😜😜

Hot Stuff... Chris Evans x reader (Can be read as part 7)

<Part 6<

Warnings: 18+ readers only, swearing, nicknames (sweetheart, baby girl), teasing, light spanking?, mentions of possible daddy kink, Chris being all about the butt

Warnings: fluff, swearing, Chris being his usual butt man self, horny thoughts, pictures not mine

"WE'RE BACK!" You called out letting Dodger enter the house before you.

"I'm in here, sweetheart," Chris answered as he angled his laptop that sat on top of the kitchen island so most of the kitchen was in view.

Dodger was first to run into the kitchen, heading over to his bed that already had a treat waiting for him.

You followed behind him and walked up to Chris with a soft smile. You wrapped your arms around his waist from the side, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I thought you might have started without me." You smiled up at him nervously.

Chris smiled as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kissed your forehead. "Of course not. If you're not ready to start then we don't start." He nodded to the laptop.

Chris usually didn't look forward to doing live Q&A's, but this one he was excited to do this. His fans had been asking for a while now if they could 'meet you'. He'd posted little things here and there on Instagram and Twitter after you attended the premieres with him and for the most part, everyone had been lovely. Of course, there had also been a few comments that pissed him off and upset you but Chris was quick to defend you and reassure you that he loved you. When Chris approached you about doing the Q&A with him this time, he expected you to tell him no, but you had agreed, on one condition, that you did it whilst cooking dinner together.

"Okay... Well, let's start now before I change my mind altogether." You drew in a shaky breath.

Chris chuckled, "How about we post a picture first? Let people know we're about ready to start." Chris said as he pulled his phone out of his back pocket.

You nodded. "Okay... but take a picture of, Dodger," You looked down at where he laid in his bed. "God, he's cute."

Chris chuckled again. "Well, I'm not gonna argue there." He bent down in front of Dodger and took a quick picture of him, grinning as you cooed at him over Chris' shoulder.

ChrisEvans: Dodger's got a front-row seat to mine and y/l-y/l/n live Q&A that's about to start!!

Once Chris had uploaded the picture he wrapped his arms around you. "Don't be nervous, sweetheart. It's just you, me and Dodger." Chris whispered as you hugged him back. "There's nothing to worry about."

"Other than the thousands of people watching us and asking all sorts of questions." You mumbled against his chest.

"Nothing to worry about. We just answer the questions we want to. If you start to feel uncomfortable just say and we'll stop." He kissed the top of your head before untangling himself from you. "Ready?" He asked as he cupped your face in his large hands.

You nodded taking a deep breath. "Ready."

Chris sent you a wink as he looped his arm around your waist and pulled you in front of him, pressing a final kiss to your temple before starting the live video.

"Hey, guys, Chris Evans here and as promised, so is the lovely and gorgeous, Y/n ." Chris smiled at you as he gave your hip a reassuring squeeze.

You waved your hand nervously, "Hello." You gave a small smile to the camera, trying not to look at the comments that were flying in.

"Now, we will answer as many questions as we can but we're also trying to cook dinner at the same time and, I don't know about you, sweetheart, but I am starving." Chris looked at you.

You nodded, "Me too. I've been looking forward to making dinner."

Chris nodded as he looked at the screen and chuckled as he read some of the comments. "Who's in charge in the kitchen?" He pointed to you making you blush. "Y/n, is very much the boss in the kitchen. I just do as I'm told."

You nodded. "You're getting better though. I love, your pesto eggs."

"It's like two ingredients." He chuckled making you roll your eyes.

"Three if you use salt." You joked making Chris laugh.

CEvansgrl: OHMYGOD!

CaptainAmazing: They're so cute!

Iloveyouchris: What are you cooking??

Chris smiled, "Tell 'em what we're cooking, sweetheart."

"So, Chris obviously has a strict diet to stick to when he's filming so, I like to make this egg fried rice dish, that has chicken and looooads of vegetables in. I try to make it as healthy as possible without it being boring. Or I hope it isn't boring." You looked at Chris hopeful.

He nodded his head, "I love your chicken fried rice. It covers practically everything in my diet and it tastes amazing." He smiled. "We should get started actually."

You nodded. "Definitely." You smiled before giving his cheek a quick kiss and moved over to the refrigerator.

As you grabbed everything you needed, Chris answered a few questions, asking you a couple whilst you were off camera knowing that's where you felt more comfortable.

"Want me to make a start on the vegetables, sweetheart?" Chris asked as he stood beside you.

You nodded, "Please. I'll get the rice on and season the chicken."

Chris nodded and stood facing the camera as you poured the rice into cooker before deciding to take your hoodie off. As you moved around Chris he did a double take, unable to stop himself from staring at your butt. God, he loved the yoga pants you wore.

Ari-is-a-dilf: OHMYGOD! Chris is such a ass man 😂

Ransom'smydaddy: Chris is staring at her butt!

Chris cleared his throat and looked at the comments. "Oh... This is a good question," He chuckled. "Which of my characters is your favorite?" He looks at you with a playful smile, already knowing your answer.

You began to blush, "What do you mean favorite? Because I love Jake Jensen-"

"But he's not the one you'd fu-" You covered Chris' mouth with a gasp.

"You can't say that." You giggled making him laugh into your hand. "And I definitely would."

Chris nodded, "Oh, I know... But he's not the one who you think is 'daddy material'." Chris teased making you cover your face with your hands and groan.

ChrisEgirl: OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD!

marvelslut69: They definitely have a daddy kink 😏

CaptainAmazing: Yep! Why do I get the feeling they're super kinky!!

CEvansgrl: OHMYGOD! Who's daddy?

Ari-is-a-dilf: Y/n is living our dream

Iloveyouchris: Who does y/n think is daddy material?? I need to know!

"Are you gonna tell 'em?" Chris asked with a playful smile.

You groaned again, "This is mean." You said with a huff, "Fine, okay... Andy Barber... And Ransom but for different reasons."

Chris rolled his eyes. "Different reasons, sure."

You began laughing at him. "What? Andy, is protective of his family and you know for a fact if you were a brat he'd punish you, but he'd also be soft with you most of the time. Whereas, Ransom's, an asshole, so he'd do things to piss you off so you would be a brat so he could punish you. He'd want you to call him daddy because it gives him power." You shrugged.

Chris shook his head, "So you haven't thought about it then?" He teased making you laugh.

You gave his bicep a playful pat and turned back around missing the way Chris watched your every move as he licked his lips. He really did like those yoga pants you were wearing.

CEvansgrl: You're staring again Chris!

Iloveyouchris: Man can't keep his eyes off her butt 😂😏

Ari-is-a-dilf: How did you guys meet?

Chris grinned, "How did we meet?" He looked at you over his shoulder. "Through Scott, actually."

You smiled to yourself. "I still can't believe I didn't realise you and Scott were brothers." You laughed. "What a goof." You shook your head.

Chris chuckled, "Oh, man, you should have seen her face when she walked into the coffee shop."Chris pulled a surprised face before he burst out laughing and grabbed his left peck.

You rolled your eyes with a laugh, "What? I was freaking out on the inside that Chris Evans was in the same coffee store as me... Then you waved and came over to me, so I was freaking out even more..."

"Don't worry, you looked cute." He winked at you making you blush.

marvelslut69: God, they're cute!

Marry-me-chris: What do you do for a living y/n?

"I actually write and illustrate children's books." You smiled into the camera. "It's not very cool, I know." You lowered your face as your face began blushing.

Chris scoffed, "Are you kidding? Take a look at this illustration of, Dodger she did." He jogged across the kitchen into the connecting room where the piano was and grabbed the drawing that sat framed on top.

You shook your head with a smile as Chris held it up to the camera so it was filling the screen.

"How awesome is that?" He grinned before looking at you.

CaptainAmazing: wow!

Ransom'smydaddy: love it

Ari-is-a-dilf: yay! Love you Dodger x

"It's nothing..." You smiled bashfully. "I need to... Uhm..." You turned around and went back to doing what you were meant to be focusing on.

Chris smirked to himself as he watched you bend over and pull out a pan from where they were kept. Fuck, he needed to rip those pants open and fuck you hard.

You looked over your shoulder at him with a giggle. "Have you finished the vegetables?" You asked knowing he hadn't.

"Oh, uh... nearly, sweetheart." Chris quickly went back to the vegetables, chopping them any way to get them done.

You raised your eyebrow as you stood by his side. "Really? Thought my ass was too distracting for you." You teased.

Chris' cheeks reddened momentarily before his eyes darkened. "Don't start misbehaving." He chuckled and handed you the chopping board with the vegetables on.

You stuck your tongue out at him and turned back to the hob, giving your butt a sway as you did, only to let out a startled gasp after Chris smacked your backside. You looked back at him, "Chris,"

He smirked at you. "I warned ya'."

ChrisEgirl: 😮

"It's not my fault. You're the one who can't stop staring at my butt." You rolled your eyes and continued cooking.

Chris scoffed, "Well it's not my fault when you wear those damn yoga pants." He sneaked another look and bit his bottom lip. It was like you were trying to kill him.

You turned around to face him with a pout. "You don't like them?"

Chris groaned and dropped his head back. "Baby girl, y'know I love them..."

"So why are you complaining?"

"Because they distract m-" Chris frowned, "Wait... You went out in them." He said.

You nodded. "Only to take Dodger for a walk... Why?"

"No, no, you have those other ones that you wear to the gym, don't you?" Chris asked looking a little panicked. You nodded. "That's it," Chris shook his head, "You're never wearing them outside of the house again."

Your eyes widened before you burst out laughing. "You can't be serious, Chris."

He nodded. "I don't want anyone else getting distracted by you're butt... That's my job." He pouted.

Your head fell back with laughter as you tried to stay up right, holding onto Chris' arm for support. Chris join in laughing as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his chest.

AndyBarberismydaddy: BET HE SPANKS HER!

CEvansgrl: Chris is definitely y/n's daddy!

Iloveyouchris: HE'S WEARING GREY SWEATS!!

marvelslut69: You guys are dirty, aren't you?

CaptainAmazing: they love each other so much!! 🥺

Marry-me-chris: they gonna bang after this

Ransom'smydaddy: OHMYGOD! Bet they role play all the time 😏

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lu-morningstar · 1 year

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Hard launch - Chris Evans smau

pairing: chris evans x faceless!girlfriend!reader

a/n: i'm alive 🤗please enjoy this smau

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tmz Chris Evans and rumored girlfriend yn yln strolling around NYC

👤chrisevans yourusername

user1 just because they are walking together they are an item?!??

↳ user2 well, it doesn't look friendly 👀👀👀

↳ user3 we also don't see her face, could be someone else

↳ user4 gurlll, who else loves cardigans as much as yn?!

↳ user5 u r gonna base who it is based on a cardigan? Lol

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yourusername and when I felt like an old cardigan

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selenagomes congratulations! See you soon 🥰

Bestfriend I'm never gonna get those credits, am I?

↳ yourusername nope! But still love you 😘

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chrisevans lover 🩷🩵

user pretty sure he didn't mean to post the last one

↳ user omg, he just confirmed its yn!!!

↳ user well, the 3rd pic is the same as what yn post it so... he ain't sleek

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yourusername me seeing chrisevans hard launch our relationship after agreeing to soft launch 😗🙃😶

chrisevans you should've known the moment I said I would post on Instagram 😅

↳ yourusername don't make this my fault, sir. it was all u! 😠

↳ chrisevans yes ma'am 🫡

↳ user they fighting on the comments like an old couple 🤩

↳ yourusername 🥰🥰🥰

taylorswift those pics are wholesome y/n! Congrats again on the relationship 🩵

↳ user again? AGAIN???

↳ user does it mean they are friends? HOW???

↳ user probably Selena introduced them. They made a show together, remember?

↳ user omg! I forgot, but yeah. I can see that happening

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greynatomy · 2 years

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probably gonna be the only selena fic i’m gonna write unless y’all have some requests/ ideas for others

wanted to write about the drama cause why not.

(i’m team selena btw. marrying your stalker is just crazy)

if you like this one, check out my other fics!

-grey

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pagesix Just when the world thought #HaileyBieber and #SelenaGomez had waved the white flag, the pair became embroiled in another internet feud. The former #DisneyChannel star and the #RhodeSkin founder have long been pitted against each other, having both been romantically involved with #JustinBieber. 😬 A complete timeline of their ongoing drama is at the link in bio.

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selenafan2 imagine fighting over a man that wears crocs to dinner

haileyfan2 selena needs to move on…

↳ haileyfan2 and so do her fans…

↳ selenafan3 it’s not selena or her fans that’s the problem

↳ haileyfan2 she lets her fans cyber bully hailey. and she adds fuel to the fire by acting offended/hurt by her fan’s wild speculation on everything hailey

↳ selenafan4 selena has spoken out about hate plenty of times. it’s hailey adding fuel to the fire and justing for not putting it out for defending his WIFE

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glamourmag “I'm too old for this.”

It all started with an Instagram story, and things quickly took a turn. Read why there's drama speculation between #SelenaGomez, #HaileyBieber, and #KylieJenner, and why Selena

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selenafan2 team selena. all day.

randomperson justin needs to speak out cause all he doing is a whole lot of nothing in defending his wife. he shows off more of his selena tattoo than his wife

haileyfan2 haileys not doing anything. y’all are reaching

↳ selenafan3 lmao ya after making all the drama herself

↳ selenafan4 this is all so crazy. justin fr married his stalker

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selenaupdates selena went on tiktok live to chat and at the end she said to keep a lookout on a new rare beauty video with a surprise at the end

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selenafan1 ohmygod. i cant wait for the new vid!

selenafan2 i wonder what the surprise is

↳ selenafan3 she’s dating someone. i’m calling it now

↳ selenafan4 IMAGINE

selenafan3 i wonder what the surprise is

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selenaupdates DID YOU GUYS SEE HER NEW VIDEO!! THAT WAS ONE HELL OF A SURPRISE

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selenafan1 “i have a hot date with some ramen noodles and a good movie.” relatable

↳ selenafan2 don’t forget the man and a child that came on “hey! don’t forget about us!”

↳ selenafan3 we all heard the little girl say mama right? that’s not just me?

↳ selenafan4 oh it’s not just you IM FREAKIBG OUT

selenafan5 selena just chose today to soft launch her FAMIKY A WHOLE ASS FAMILY

↳ selenafan6 SHES A MILF

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selenagomez happy anniversary @ yourinstagram! being with you for five years, married for now three has been my greatest adventure. thank you for being the best husband to me and father to our little angel. I cannot thank you enough for sticking by this tough journey. here’s to many more anniversaries and hopefully more children!

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taylorswift happy anniversary! auntie tay needs some goddaughter snuggles from munchkin soon!

↳ selenagomez you know you can come over anytime

↳ yourinstagram you can come pick her up rn. sel and i need some mommy and daddy time

↳ selenafan2 OMG SO CUTE MOMMY AND DADDY

↳ selenafab7 HES SO HOT MILF DILF

chrisevans she needs some time with her godfather too! @ taylorswift @ selenagomez @ yourinstagram

↳ yourinstagram you got next time man!

↳ chrisevansfan1 CHRIS IS A GODFATHER

selenafan3 this better shut jb’s wife down. selena is married with a child. she ain’t gonna steal your man. she got a whole better looking upgrade.

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selenaupdates selena went live to answer questions about her relationship, said even though she revealed her family, she would love to still keep them private

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selenafan1 “we met at a party. i think it was the met gala after party in 2018. is that right hun?” she looked so in love talking about her husband. HUSBAND still can’t believe it

selenafan5 “he proposed at our one year anniversary and we got married five months later. when you know, you know. why wait?” she said no to justin and said yes to yn without hesitation. miss girl finally knows what real love is. thank you yn

selenafan8 “i chose taylor as godmother for obvious reasons. she’s my best friend. no one else i would’ve picked. yn chose chris cause they’re best friends. they met working for marvel. chris being captain america and yn being head of film in all of marvel.”

↳ selenafan9 we love a successful and humble family

↳ selenafan2 hailey been real quiet. she gon announce she has a secret baby too

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dc418writes · 2 years

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✨Announcement✨

Hi everyone👋🏾! So first and foremost, 🎆Happy New Year to everyone🎆!!! I hope y’all had a great and restful holidays enjoying time with family, and/or time with yourselves☺️! I hope this year is full of happiness, peace, and success for every one of you💕!

Next…

Thank you so so soooo much for over 600 followers🥂!! I meant to say thank you when the page hit 500, but as we see that didn’t happen lol so here we are! Thank you to everyone who takes the time to read my works and those who comment, reblog, and/or like, it really means a lot to me and from the bottom of my heart I appreciate every single one🥰. Please accept my big hugs (and ignore my tears we all know I’m soft lol).

With this new milestone, I’ve been thinking and I’ve decided that I will NO LONGER be doing taglists. With the different series I have, there are people who want to be tagged for some things and not others, and it’s getting a bit tough to keep up with. Yes I know I could do something like a google doc and just have different sections for those who want to be tagged for all my works or certain characters, however everyone might not have access to that and honestly I’m a bit new to it myself lol. So if you lovely people don’t mind, I’d really appreciate it if everyone turns on notifications for my page (only if you’d like to of course, no pressure!). That way with every post you’ll be notified, and if it’s something you don’t want to see of course you can just ignore. Plus those currently on my taglist who may be inactive or no longer want to be notified don’t have to be currently bombarded by my posts. Given if this doesn’t work out well, maybe we can circle back to doing a google doc or something else if anyone has any ideas!

Also I just wanted to apologize really quick for the lack of work on the series I’ve started over time. Not that anyone has hounded me about them, but I still wanted to assure that nothing has been discontinued! I’ve just been busy with work (I’m full time, 40 hrs a week) and sometimes tiredness, lack of motivation, and not knowing what all I want to include in a part really be bringing ya girl down and stressing her out lol.

Okay, that’s pretty much everything I wanted to say! So as a recap:

NO MORE TAGLISTS!

Please turn on notifications (if you’re not cool with that and/or bothered by it then I completely understand)

No series have been discontinued, and it’s one of my goals to be more consistent with posting for them (be it little additions or full chapters)

And finally, take care of yourselves! Drink water! Have a great 2023!✨💕

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chris-evansimagines · 4 years

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Drunk Love Calls (Chris Evans Blurb)

Type: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Pre-Wedding Emotions

“Maybe Y/n is still awake?”

“Probably not, man. It’s late, she must be asleep.”

Chris put on his best act and rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically. He shrugged his shoulders and sat down on the sofa, holding close to him the fluffy pillows you bought for your new home. He looked up at Scott, trying to make the best use of his puppy eyes act.

“What If she has trouble sleeping?”

“That’s why you left Dodger with her, right?”

“Ugh, Scott!” Chris whined, letting his head fall back against the back of the sofa. “I don’t wike It.”

Scott chuckled, trying not to laugh at Chris and take him seriously even If he was in that drunk state. “You are not supposed to see her the night before the wedding. Mom wouldn’t forgive me If she knew about It.”

Chris laid his head back against the sofa, looking at the phone sitting in the coffee table. He picked It up and looked at Scott. “Technically, she can see me.” He grabbed the phone and pressed the recording button, holding his phone out to his brother.

“He’s going to have a full breakdown in front of the camera, but don’t worry,” Scott said from behind the camera, trying not to laugh at his brother’s constant pout.

“Is It recording?” Chris's gloomy eyes looked at the camera watching Scott nod in affirmation. “Alright, uh…” He said, wiping the sweat off his hands on the pants. “Scott won’t let me see ya. And I miss you, dearly. I hope you still like me still. I can’t wait to marry you tomorrow and start practicing for our little family.”

Scott scrunched his nose and laughed, making Chris frown.

“It’s a really serious thingy Scott! Don’t laugh!” Chris scoffed at his brother. “I love you, baby. I love you so much. And you… you might notice I am a little bit on the drunk side, but those beers were really good. I wish you were there. Did I say I love you? I love you. Don’t abandon me tomorrow, If you do, I probably deserve It. But I don’t think I do. Do I Scott?”

He had a worried expression on his face now. It softened when Scott grinned and said a low “no”.

You closed the door behind you, letting Dodger lay by your side. The puppy did just has Chris instructed, not leaving your side during the whole evening. The light of your screen lightens up with a notification from Chris.

“It’s dad, Bubba.” You said to Dodger whose ears perked up when he heard Chris’s voice.

You smiled when you saw the man with a loosen up tie and a few buttons undone of his shirt. You could tell he was nervous. He scrunched his nose here and then and caressed his beard, something you would do for him when he felt the most anxious. You traced his features with your finger, missing him dearly. Between soft giggles, and an anxious heart, you couldn’t wait to marry the man tomorrow.

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onsunnyside · 2 years

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Dad’s best friend!Curtis

Your family usually joins him at his hunting lodge every year but due to your parents divorcing you haven’t been there for quite a few years. Now that you’re getting through college you decide you deserve a break so when dad asks if you wanna join this year?

You accept and after you arrive, Curtis isn’t quite sure he wants you to leave

AHH HERE HE IS !!

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | soft!dark dad’s best friend!Curtis Everett x reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | smut - minors dni, age gap, soft dark, manipulation, coercion, daddy kink, oral (f), p*ssy slapping, fingering (f), size difference, dirty talk, exhibitionism: almost caught/not afraid to get caught, spitting, gagging (with panties), size kink, degradation, dumbification, hints of sadistic!Curtis. mentioned: thigh riding.

𝗪/𝗖 | 1033

🍆 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲… 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Your name is called from down the hall, through the walls you can hear your father’s footsteps as he searches for you. Shame sinks deep, anchoring you to the floor, and pinning you to the eager mouth of a man almost twice your age.

The both of you are tucked into a closet, the only light provided by the small lightbulb. You’re pressed into the wall, and fallen hangers and coats litter the floor from Curtis’ manhandling—he was so much bigger and stronger than you, it wasn’t hard for him to overpower you.

You didn’t put up much of a fight either, you wanted him too.

Your wet cotton panties are stuffed into your mouth, silencing your whimpers. His fingers are pressed to the hilt, his rough beard rubbing your petals as he sucks on your clit, flicking his tongue against the nub.

Your knee is hooked around his broad shoulder keeping him close as he devours you, groaning into your swollen folds, already sensitive from his previous teasing.

“Feels good, dumb baby?” Curtis asks against you, pulling back to spit messily on your slit, watching it drip down to your wet hole. He adds a third finger, stretching you wide as he swoops down to lick firmly up your cunt. “I know my jeans were so rough on your pretty pussy—daddy’s so sorry.”

You know he isn’t, you know he took great pride in being mean and hurting you. That was his whole attitude, a rugged man with a sadistic side, hell, he’s even joked about locking you in the basement so you’d never leave.

Looking down at your wrists tied with his belt, you fear he wasn’t completely joking.

Another shout of your name has you jumping, accidentally grinding against Curtis’ thick beard, and you moan softly, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Where the hell—” Your father’s voice sounds uncomfortably close, “Curtis!”

Your hands fist his beanie as your hips start moving slowly, riding his thick fingers and his merciless mouth, soaking him with your juices.

“Yeah?”

Your heart stops and you stare down at him in terror, trying and failing to shove him away when a shadow appears under the door.

“Have you seen my daughter?”

Curtis’ dark blue eyes flicker up, twinkling with mischief as he pulls out his fingers, and traces them along your cunt, spreading your cream. “No, not since breakfast.” He pulls back and lands a swift slap on your core, marvelling in your sharp gasp. He repeats the action again, and again, getting harder and louder.

Your legs flail when the doorknob rattles, “what are you doing in there with the door locked?”

“Something you don’t wanna know.” Curtis murmurs, diving forward to mouth messily at your pussy, guttural groans sending vibrations through your body. His warmth soothes the burn from the slaps, “taste so fucking sweet, baby, like you were made for me. Such a little slut, those college boys don’t give it to you good, huh?”

“What was that?”

“Did you check the backyard? She was out there yesterday.” His tongue collects your slick, only to spit it onto you again while heat combs over your skin and your stomach tightens.

“Yeah, I checked everywhere. I hope she didn’t go outside, it’s dangerous all the way out here…” His voice fades away as Curtis licks you again, all sounds going muffled from the pleasure.

He reaches up to pluck your panties from your mouth, he tucks them into his pocket and trails down your body. His fingertips trace along your chest, groping your breasts over your shirt. He pinches your nipples through the thin fabric, “you hear that, dumb baby? Even your daddy says it’s dangerous, especially for sweet little girls like you. I told you it’s safer here with me.”

“Curtis—I can’t stay.” You had a whole life, a career in the making and friends back in the city. You couldn’t leave it all, abandon it for him of all people.

“Yes, you can. Don’t you want to stay here with me?” He reaches for the lock, holding it between his thumb and forefinger before looking at you once more. “I’ll treat you so good, baby, I promise. You’ll never have to worry about a thing, daddy will take care of everything.”

Your eyes flicker from the lock to him, still on his knees with your arousal around his pink lips and traces of it in his beard, he sinks forward to gently lap at your cunt. Blinking up at you with his thick lashes, softly suckling at your clit, and even dipping into your hole with his tongue.

“Don’t be stupid and make me do this, baby, it’d ruin everything.” Is what he says, but you know he gets off on this, the sick thrill, the cruel taunting. “Do you wanna get caught and never speak to your father again? Do you wanna make him hate his best friend, and be ashamed of his whore daughter?”

You start crying, unable to do anything with your bound wrists and weak legs. His suckles get rougher, torturing your button with a hard suction, lewd noises filling the small closet with his moans. You don’t even notice when he prods at your hole again, sliding in deep with three long fingers.

Your father is still rambling about your disappearance, totally unaware of his closest friend between your thighs. Curtis barely twists the lock, and the faint click snaps you out of that trance.

“I-I’ll stay…” you choke out, tasting the bitterness of your tears. “Please don’t, please, daddy.”

The door locks again and Curtis’ hand returns to your hips, pressing you against the wall as he kisses along your thighs. The gentle gesture only makes you more embarrassed, with your soaked pussy inches from his face and your father on the other side of the door—he’s managed to trap you here in his hunting lodge.

“I’ll go do another round outside the lodge, she might’ve wandered too far or something. God, I hope she’s safe.”

“She is.” Curtis promises with a smirk, licking his lips as you tremble above him, so broken already and it’s only the beginning, “She’s very safe, no need to worry.”

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hbwgemini · 2 years

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ur honor i'm in love with him!

(gif not mine, all credits to owner!)

#chris evans #my love #!!!!! <3 #cevans #my heart #im literally in love #ohmygod #oh my fuck #he looks so soft #chris and dodger #chrisevans #loml

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cevanslocks · 3 years

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some random layouts <3

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the-iceni-bitch · 4 years

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All I Need

Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Words: 4512

Summary: Andy has been drowning his grief at your bar for weeks. You help him dry out after a particularly bad night.

Warnings: Major angst!, softish Andy Barber, slight AU (spoilers for Defending Jacob book), explicit language, explicit sexual content (fingering, unprotected vaginal intercourse), descriptions of excessive drinking by adult of appropriate age, SMUT, 18+ only!

A/N: I have officially jumped on the love train for everyone’s favorite floofy lawyer. The sad!boi activated my caretaker instincts so this is pretty soft compared to my normal fics, and extremely angsty. Plus the smut kind of got away from me, I actually had to stop myself from writing even more!

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“Shit!! Jesse!” you screamed over your shoulder towards the kitchen, grabbing the bat from under the register as you jumped over the bar to break up the fight.

You swore under your breath as you moved toward the two men who were brawling. The smaller one seemed to have the upper hand, but it didn’t seem like the larger man was putting up much resistance. Maggie just stood there watching them with bambi eyes as you heard your giant cook rumble behind you, ripping off his apron to lend you a hand.

“What the fuck happened, Mags?” You hissed at your bartender, trying to haul the men apart with little success.

“Neal just came over and said he was sorry, and he just lost it.” The poor girl looked like she was on the verge of tears. Granted, she probably wasn’t expecting to have to deal with brawls in downtown Newton at a lawyer bar, but Neal sure seemed to invite violent reactions whenever he opened his stupid mouth.

You lost your patience and smashed an empty glass on the floor next to the two men, shocking them out of it. Neal rose to his feet with a look of fury on his face, but you kept your eyes on Andy Barber.

He’d spent pretty much every night this week since the funeral at your bar. His face was pallid and he had dark rings under his eyes. He was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday, and he smelled like stale bourbon. Now he was rolling around on the floor aimlessly like a slug.

“Get the fuck out of my bar, Neal.” You said exasperatedly, spying the mostly empty bottle of bourbon on Barber’s table.

“What, I didn’t do anything!” the giant whined at you.

“Really?! You couldn’t just leave the poor guy alone? Jesus Neal! I don’t wanna see you in here for a month.” You hooked your arms under Andy’s and dragged him to sit on the bench, his head lolling drunkenly on his neck as you tried to assess how far gone he was.

“Fuck you, bitch.” Neal spat at you as he turned on his heel and stormed out, slamming the front door behind him.

“Have a great night!” You called after him, sarcastically, flipping him off.

“You sure that’s a good idea, boss?” Jesse asked, his massive arms crossed over his chest as he shook his head at you.

“Who cares, I hate that smug asshole. Hey, Andy?” You snapped your fingers in front of his face and he slapped your hand away lazily, growling under his breath. “You sneak behind the bar again, man?”

“I swear, I didn’t sell him a bottle, Y/N.” Her chin was quivering as tears slowly leaked down her cheeks.

“I know Mags, he’s a sneaky bastard. Don’t worry, sweetie, you’re not in any trouble. Go to the bathroom and splash some water on your face.” You watched her scurry off to the bathroom and rubbed a hand over your face. “Fuck. I’m gonna call in Emma to give Maggie a hand. You ok locking up tonight Jess?”

“Sure, what’re you thinking?”

You just stared at Andy with overwhelming pity as he almost slid of the bench, forcing you to keep a steadying hand on his shoulder. “I’m gonna take him back to his hotel and help him dry out. Wouldn’t feel right just kicking him to the curb.”

“You’re too soft, Y/N.” Jess chortled at you.

“Yeah, maybe. Can you bring me an ice bucket?” You hooked his arm over your shoulder and hauled him to his feet so you could make your way out to your car.

Jess got your bucket from behind the bar as you hobbled outside. You managed to get your passenger door open and you slid Andy inside. His head rolled on his shoulders as you buckled him in before shoving the bucket into his lap.

“Andy, can you hear me? Don’t you fucking puke in my car!”

He grunted in acknowledgment and wrapped his arms around the bucket, curling himself over to hang his head above it.

“You sure you shouldn’t be taking him to a hospital, Y/N?”

“No… mmph… no fucking hospital!” Andy slurred at you as you slammed the door closed.

“I’m pretty sure he’d jump out of the car if he thought I was taking him to the hospital Jess.” You murmured as you circled to the driver’s side. “Thanks for closing, you’re the best!”

You watched him wave in your rearview as you drove off, making sure to keep one eye on Andy as he groaned over his bucket.

You reached his hotel in 15 minutes, grateful for the short drive as the man was looking greener by the second. You dug your hands in the pockets of his coat, searching for the keys to his room and you thankfully found them quickly. You were relieved to see he was on the first floor, as you didn’t trust your ability to safely get him up the stairs.

Getting Andy out of your car was a deal harder than getting him in, as he slipped further into his alcohol induced stupor. You almost dropped him when you wrenched him out of his seat, and you basically carried him to his room.

You somehow managed to get the door unlocked and drag him inside right when you heard his stomach roil. You cursed under your breath as you scrambled to get him to the bathroom, shoving his head in the toilet just in time as he emptied his gut.

“Shit, Andy.” You hissed, your hands on your knees as you tried your best to breathe deeply and get accustomed to the scent of his alcohol-soaked stomach contents. Once you were sure he was relatively stable, you moved to the kitchenette and filled a glass with tepid water before returning to find him leaned back against the wall. “Drink.” You ordered, kneeling beside him and bringing the glass up to his lips.

His eyes locked onto yours as he chugged the water down greedily. No sooner had he swallowed the glass’ contents than he was lunging forward to throw it back up. You tutted worriedly as you rubbed a hand over his back and used the other to start the shower.

“Why the fuck are you here, Y/N?” He grumbled miserably, not bothering to lift his head as you dragged his coat over his shoulders and threw out into the living area.

“I couldn’t have you killing yourself in my bar, Andy. Where’s your phone?” His stomach seemed to have calmed down, so you drew him to lean back against the wall and started to tug off his boots.

“S’in my back pocket.” He slurred at you. You rolled him over and drew the phone out of his jeans to set it on the counter. “You could’ve let me do it here.”

“Nah.” You said. “If you quit coming around, what excuse am I gonna have to kick Neal out?” You rolled up your sleeves and thrust your hand under the shower’s flow, checking the temperature. “Hey, don’t you dare pass out on me!” You slapped him in the face as he started to doze off and you worked on getting him undressed. “I’m fucking serious, Barber, you don’t get to drink yourself to death on my watch.” You finally got his shirt off and started to drag his jeans down his legs.

“But why?” His eyes were boring into you now, pleading for some kind of answer to what possible reason there was for him to stick around as they welled up with tears.

You chewed your lip as you thought about it.

Andy had been a fixture at your bar for years. Always coming by for a celebratory drink after a win, or when he was working late on a difficult case. Even during Jacob’s trial, he’d stopped by with Joanna a few times to hash out details of the case. No matter how much stress he was under, you were always able to make him smile, and he always left a very generous tip no matter who was serving him. Your bar had been one of the only places he’d always felt welcome, and you had no qualms about kicking out anyone who wanted to give him a hard time.

Then the crash happened. He lost Jacob first; he was DOA to the hospital. His visits to your bar were more somber then. You didn’t try to make him smile, you barely even talked to him. But you’d drink with him in silence when he was the last patron in the bar, sitting across from him in his booth as the rest of the staff shut things down, occasionally placing your hand over his and rubbing your thumb over his knuckles in a comforting gesture.

They had taken Laurie off life support 2 weeks ago, and after her funeral was when he really started to spiral. Rather than nursing his usual three drinks, he was downing whole bottles a night. You had to instruct your staff to cut him off after 6, or he would end up like he was tonight. This wasn’t the first time you had caught him with a stolen bottle.

You couldn’t say why you cared so much. You weren’t even sure you were really friends. But through everything that happened, you seemed to be the only constant, an anchor point for him as his world fell apart.

“I dunno Andy.” You murmured as you drew off his socks before rolling him into the tub with a lurch, making him gasp as the cold water hit his skin. “I guess I’d miss you.”

He glared at you as he shivered under the shower’s stream, huddled around himself in only his boxers.

“Do I need to wash you, or do you think you can handle that on your own?” You asked, handing him a washcloth and some soap.

“I can handle it.” He hissed, snatching them from your hands as he braced himself against the wall and drew himself slowly to his feet.

“Good.” You started gathering up his soiled clothes. “Make sure to wash the vomit out of your beard.”

He ripped the shower curtain closed and tossed his boxers over the rail at you, grumbling the whole time. You bagged up his dirty laundry and set some clean sweats on the counter in the bathroom before you set to work on cleaning the rest of the hotel room, doing your best not to gag at the week-old takeout containers.

Andy staggered out of the bathroom 30 minutes later, rubbing a towel through his hair as he wobbled on still drunk legs.

“How’s your stomach?” You asked, stretched out on the couch and sipping a glass of ginger ale.

“S’better.” He murmured, stumbling his way to the bed and collapsing on it with a groan.

“And your head?”

“Fuck you.” He murmured with his face buried in the pillows.

You grabbed the garbage can from the bathroom and set it next to the bed. “Make sure you sleep on your side or your stomach. I’ll be on the couch.” You turned to leave and he grabbed your wrist, pulling you back.

“No, stay with me.” He mumbled, peeking up at you through those stupid long eyelashes, his damp hair drooping over his forehead.

“You’re still drunk, Andy.” You scolded, snatching your wrist away from him. You couldn’t deny you’d thought about it before, but there was no way you were going to let him make a move on you after the night he had. “I’m just 20 feet away, here to make sure you don’t choke on your own vomit overnight.”

You turned back to find him passed out, a thin trail of drool leaking from the corner of his mouth. You rolled your eyes and turned off the lights before collapsing on the couch in a huff.

Andy woke up to the smell of sausage and eggs as you slammed the hotel room door, carrying some takeout from the greasy spoon down the road.

“Shit, I was hoping to sneak out before you were up.” You murmured as he rose up off the bed, his bedhead a sight to behold. “I got you breakfast.”

“What happened last night?” He groaned, his stomach churning as he inhaled the smell of the food you had brought in.

“Well, you stole a bottle of Woodford Reserve from my bar, drank more than half of it, then fought Neal.” You shoved a plate of food in front of him as he sat down at the island. “Then I brought you back here and held your hair while you puked your guts out.”

“Fuck.” He murmured, fighting the urge to gag as he eyed the plate in front of him. “How did I get in these sweats?”

“Don’t worry, I dumped you in the shower in your boxers, no looks at the goods. And even if I had, last night was decidedly unsexy.”

“Shit, I’m so sorry.” He murmured, burying his head in his hands.

“Mmhmm. Eat.” You ordered, making him groan. “Suck it up, Barber, you’ll feel better after a couple of bites.” You watched him shovel a bite in his mouth and chew dutifully, taking a deep breath as you steeled yourself for what you wanted to say. “Are you talking to anyone, Andy?”

“’M talking to you.” He said around his second mouthful off breakfast, starting to feel a bit better.

“I mean like a shrink.” You said, seriously.

“What the fuck is this?” He threw his fork down on his plate, pissed. This was none of your business.

“Andy, you’ve been drinking yourself stupid every night for the past 2 weeks. It’s not healthy, and I don’t want to be responsible for you ruining your life.”

He gave you a snort of derision and rolled his eyes as he stood up to walk away. “Fuck off.”

“Hey!” now you were angry. “I care about you asshole! You think I enjoyed last night? I’m sick of it!” You followed after him, grabbing his shoulder and turning him around sharply.

“It’s not your problem, Y/N.” He seethed at you, ripping your hand off his shoulder as he took a menacing step towards you.

“You made it my problem when you decided to use my bar as the stage for your descent to rock bottom, dick!” You were yelling now. “Y’know what, fuck this. Figure your shit out Barber. Until then, don’t step foot in my bar.” You stormed out, slamming the door behind you as you slipped your coat back over your shoulders.

“Fuck!!” Andy screamed before charging after you.

He managed to catch up to you as you were about to open your car door and he slammed it shut over your shoulder, pinning you against the driver’s side of your vehicle.

“I swear to god, Andy, I’ll mace you.” You hissed at him, turning as you dug your hand in your bag. He wrapped a massive hand around your wrist, stopping your turn halfway.

“I’m sorry.” He murmured, pressing his forward to yours as he leaned against you. “I need you.”

“Andy…” this was such a bad idea.

“Why’d you stay last night?” He muttered, bringing his hand down to cup your cheek. “You said you care about me.”

“I do care, Andy.” You sighed as he took another step into you, pressing his body against yours. “Fuck, what’re you doing?”

“Stay.” He whispered, dipping his face to catch your lips with his and sending every objection you had right out of your head.

You sighed against him as you wrapped your hands in his hair, rolling your body against his. He ran his tongue over your bottom lip before pressing it against yours, his hands moving down to your hips and drawing you into him. You let out a whine as you felt his growing erection grinding against you.

“Shit.” You hissed as you felt a rush of arousal soak your panties. “Andy, we need to go back to the room.”

“Right.” He muttered, deepening your kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck and he lifted you off the ground as he drew you away from your car and started to head back towards the room, thankful he had left the door ajar.

You kicked the door closed as he carried you inside, giving a small huff when he sat down on the bed with you straddling his lap. You slipped your coat over your shoulders and tossed it aside as his mouth devoured yours, lips molding to each other as your tongues tangled.

Andy slipped his fingers under the hem of your tee and drew it over your head, throwing it on top of your jacket before unclasping the front of your lacy bra and nuzzling himself between your breasts. He rolled the two of you gently until he was on top of you.

You sighed as Andy moved his mouth over the slope of your breast to wrap his lips around one of your nipples, sucking softly as he moved one hand to dip beneath the waistline of your jeans. He groaned against your chest when he found you sopping wet for him.

“God, I need you, sweetheart.” He mumbled against your skin as he worked at unbuttoning your fly, dragging your jeans and panties down your legs and flinging them aside before bringing his hand back up to cup your heat. “Need to make you feel good. Lose myself in you for just a bit.” He moved his lips up to brush against your neck as he rubbed his fingers through your folds, spreading your slick over your mound and making you gasp, your fingers gripping his massive biceps tightly as he teased you.

“Andy, please.” You whined, canting your hips into his hand, your clit throbbing with need as the pads of his fingers brushed against it.

He brought his face up to yours as he plunged one thick finger into you, a smile teasing his lips as he watched your face screw up in bliss. He dipped his lips to meet yours as he added another finger, swallowing your small cry.

“You feel so good, beautiful. So warm and tight.” He scissored his fingers inside of you, drawing lewd squelches from your canal as your arousal soaked his hand. “Fuck me, you’re perfect.”

You scrabbled your hands over the broad muscles of his back as he curled his fingers inside you, massaging that soft, spongy muscle deep within your canal. He buried his face in your neck, murmuring soft praises as you came apart beneath him.

You mewled as he inserted a third finger, your cunt clenching around him as you thrust yourself onto his hand, fucking yourself on his digits.

“You close love?” He asked, his thumb brushing against your clit before he started massaging it gently. Pressing soft circles into your core as you writhed beneath him.

“Oh, fuck.” You muttered. “fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck……”

He felt you tense underneath him when he drove his thumb into your clit, hard. You choked on your tongue as every muscle in your body vibrated with pleasure, your release gushing over Andy’s hand and soaking him to the wrist. He felt your nails digging through his sweatshirt as you came.

He kept his fingers moving inside you as your rode out your orgasm, your body rolling in waves underneath him as your pleasure wracked you, leaving you breathless. Once you sagged back against the bed, he withdrew them, disconnecting from you reluctantly to remove his own clothes. Staring down at you, all he wanted was to press himself against every inch of you. Claim every slope and curve of your body for his own.

He gripped one ankle and brought it up to his mouth, skimming his lips over the jut of bone as his fingers skirted over your calf, pressing into the firm muscle there. His lips followed his fingers, searing your skin with each lingering kiss and brush of his tongue as he worked his way further up your leg. Your cunt clenched around nothing when he reached your thigh, his beard scratching at the soft skin between your legs as he marked you with lips and teeth. You tangled your fingers in the blankets and moaned when he bypassed your core, moving up the line of your hip as he claimed you.

Your breath was coming quicker as worked his way over your body. His lips swept against your abdomen now, his tongue dipping into your navel as he nuzzled over the midline of your torso. All you could focus on was the feel of his mouth on your skin, leaving a trail of electricity as marked you as his. He laved his tongue over first one nipple, then the other as you arched into him, pressing your thighs together as your pussy throbbed with need.

He moved to trace the curves of your shoulders, his breath hot against your skin as he kissed his way down first one arm, then the other. You were panting now, your thighs soaked as arousal seeped out of you. Andy traced his fingers over your torso, skimming over the slopes of your breasts as he moved to kiss the curve of your neck, sucking gently to draw light bruises as his hands moved lower, kneading into your hips. He drew your knees apart slowly, slotting himself between your thighs as he dragged his hard length through your folds, making you keen as he ground into you.

You were a mess, your breath coming in ragged gasps as his hips rocked against you. You were desperate for release, every inch of you tingling with need and when Andy’s cock brushed against your clit, you lost it. You threw your head back in ecstasy as your fingers scrabbled in the sheets, desperate to hold onto something to keep you anchored.

Andy just stared at you, one massive palm cupping your cheek as he watched you falling apart. He needed you so much, you were the only constant he had. The only person who didn’t make him feel like a charity case or a failure. He hated what he was becoming, what the secrets and the tragedy were turning him into, but he knew if you stayed with him, he could come back.

“Y/N,” He whispered as you relaxed and he stilled his hips, his thumb tracing your cheekbone as you slowly opened your eyes, gazing up at him through your lust blown pupils. “Promise you won’t leave me.”

“Andy,” a small voice in the back of your mind was trying to warn you, telling you not to commit to anything now while he was still drowning in his grief. But you were overwhelmed with the pleasurable assault he had subjected you to and when he pressed his lips to yours again, that little voice went away. “I promise.” You gasped when he released you.

He grinned at you as he lined himself up, resting his forehead against yours as he gazed into your eyes. You were so wet that he slid into you easily, bottoming out right away with a hiss.

“Fuck, honey.” He murmured against your lips as you whined, his hips setting a languorous pace as he pulled out halfway before thrusting back into you. “God, you’re so tight, you feel amazing.”

You couldn’t reply, you could already feel another orgasm building as you thrust your hips to meet his, mewling softly as the warm coil in your stomach tightened. You ran your fingers over his auburn beard before burying them in his hair, panting into his mouth as he brought you closer to the edge.

Andy brought one hand between the two of you and strummed his thumb against your clit, making you tighten your fists in his hair until it was painful.

“God, Andy, right there.” You sobbed, your cunt clamping around him as he moved to bury his face in your neck, nuzzling against the hollow behind your ear.

“Go ahead, beautiful.” He scraped his teeth over the edge of your jaw as he drove his thumb against you, and you screamed.

You fluttered around him as your body spasmed, multiple waves of pleasure rippling through you. Your knees gripping around his hips and squeezing as your torso rolled against his. You sank back against the bed with a sigh as your body relaxed, Andy still fucking into you and starting to pick up speed.

“I’m gonna move you, pretty girl.” He wrapped his arms around you and rolled until you were on top of him, pressing you against his chest as he kissed you deeply. “Wanna watch you ride me.”

You gave him a smile as you sat up, bracing your hands against his chest as you ground yourself against him. He was seated in you deeper than anyone had ever been, his cock dragging against that secret spot inside you with each drive of your hips, making you groan. He thrust up into you and groaned at the bounce of your tits while you let out a cry at his tip hitting your cervix.

Andy dug his fingers into your hips as he took over, pistoning up into with increasing speed as your cunt clamped around him. Your head rolled loosely on your shoulders as you let go, eyes fluttering as you felt another orgasm gathering.

You gripped his hips tightly with your thighs as it hit you like a truck, sobbing with pleasure while your muscles shivered over him. Andy sat up quick and caught you before you could collapse back on the bed, wrapping one hand around the back of your neck and catching you lips with his as his hips picked up even more speed.

“Shit.” He murmured against your lips. You felt his cock twitch inside you as his hips faltered in their rhythm. “Are you on the pill honey?”

You nodded vigorously, unable to speak as Andy’s violent thrusts had knocked all the breath out of your lungs and you were gasping.

“Good. Fuck.” He nipped at your lips before shoving his tongue down your throat.

You felt warmth spread through your abdomen as he shot his release into you, his thick spend coating the slick walls inside you and leaking out over your thighs as he fucked you through it. He slowed his thrusts as you felt him soften inside you, groaning into your mouth as he came down and collapsed back against the bed, holding you close to his chest.

His chest hair scratched against your cheek as he breathed deeply, trying to slow his heart rate back down and rubbing his fingers over your spine as you panted on top of him.

Neither of you spoke for a while, content to lie in the comfort of each other’s arms. You made Andy feel safe, and he made you feel needed, and that was all the two of required for now.

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lovinevans · 4 years

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I can't. This is so sweet🥺🥺

Credit: @kiwicevans, twitter

#chris evans #chrisevans #nick vaughn #before we go #so soft

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lemonnsss · 8 months

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Moral of the Story Chapter 5

Gif credit: @gi-fu

A/N: This is a little shorter than what I had hoped, but I hope y'all like it

Warnings: Trypanophobia; What is probably the worst thing I have written from a medical viewpoint, read with your own caution.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

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“TONY?!” I yelled in confusion. I ran to him, some of his bodyguards running past me to go after the shooter. Once I reached him, I knelt at his side. I nodded to the guard at his other side, signaling to join the sweep.

I loosened his tie and pulled it off, opened his button-down only to reveal another layer but moved the mostly removed layers out of the way to see the wound. The bullet hit the outer-left of his chest, probably between the fifth and sixth ribs, it would be difficult to pull out.

“What are you doing?”

“Great, you’re conscious. That’s a good sign. I will roll you on your side, and then I will pull the slug out, okay?”

“What, no!? You said you were a teacher, not a doctor!” He glared up at me, his expression tinted with fear, most likely from his previous accident.

“Well, you’re losing a bit of blood, not a whole ton, but more than what is good for a person. If I don’t take care of this now you might not make it to the hospital.”

A mumbled “shit” fell from his mouth. Perhaps he was beginning to grasp the situation. I moved to roll him and he didn’t push against me. There was no exit wound meaning that the bullet had either lodged against one of his ribs, or it was in his lung or another muscle. I shifted him back onto his back again.

“I know this is going to sound weird-”

“No.”

“Seriously? You won’t let me finish my sentences now? You could be drowning in your own blood right now.”

“What?! Why didn’t you lead with that?”

“You didn’t give me time to. Now, I’m going to grab the bullet and pull it out.”

“Okay, I may not know much about medicine, but that doesn’t sound right.”

“Well, let's just say I have a bit of a trick up my sleeve.” I said as I stuck my fingers into the wound. Tony began to groan out in pain again. I felt my finger go past his ribs, through his lung, and hit the bullet, eliciting another groan from the man beneath me. I pushed my finger past the top of the bullet and began pulling it out.

After a minute or two of re-positioning, I pulled out the bullet and turned Tony onto his front. Most of the blood that had been pooling in his lung flowed out of the bullet wound. I then turned him back on his back. I laid my hand over his chest and began to use my mutation. Within a few minutes, his wound had closed and healed in its entirety. Or so it seemed. The truth is that it had just moved from his body to mine, the downside to my mutation.

I began to feel the familiar feeling of blood soaking my clothes, followed by a warm, hazy feeling. It was starting to become hard to keep my eyes open. I saw Tony get up, entirely recovered, aside from the minor blood loss. I felt my vision start to blur. I think he looked at me in shock and confusion, probably wondering how I did what I did.

“What the heck? Kid! Oh shit. The fuck did you do?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll heal faster than you.”

“Look, now is not the time to be joking about how much younger you are than me!”

I let out a soft laugh, “Wasn’t trying to, boss.”

“Okay, how do you treat bullet wounds again?”

I was starting to feel lightheaded and said, “I typically just pull them out and move the injury to my body. It works like a charm. Although, that probably won't work for you."

By this time, my vision was foggy in what I could see, which was fading faster than I thought. At this point, my peripherals were entirely gone.

"Please, stay conscious. I don't want to deal with that paperwork."

"Sorry, I'm clocking out here."

I could feel myself fall unconscious, slipping further and further from a somewhat familiar voice.

I woke up in a hospital bed about 13 hours later. I sat up, feeling a slight pang in my chest; my heart’s reaction was sent over to the electrocardiogram, alerting the nurses over to my room. When prompted, they gave me a general gist of what had happened since I'd passed out; apparently, Tony had been forced to keep schedule and left in a separate vehicle, much to his displeasure. The nurse continued, “You have healed very quickly. Far faster than almost everyone I’ve treated all my years as a nurse. It seems almost supernatural.”

She looked at me with an expression I couldn’t place, “Sorry, I must have made that awkward. It is quite interesting though.”

She walked over to the medicine cabinet and unlocked the first few drawers. She pulled out a large vial and a syringe, and my stomach dropped.

I let out an anxious laugh and asked, “What’s that?”

“I apologize, usually I don’t do this kind of thing to my patients, but someone made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. So now, here we are.”

She picked up the bottle, inserted the syringe's needle into the bottle and turned it upside down, and pulled the plunger down until the syringe was full, then turned it upside down again and switched out the needle while walking towards me, “Please, don’t scream.” she placed her gloved hand over my mouth, I felt like I couldn’t breathe, my throat felt as if it were closing up and like a weight was on my chest, crushing my ribs under the pressure, I knew this feeling. It was a panic attack. I’d had them almost all my life but the feeling that accompanied it was one of such extreme dread, a feeling that hadn’t plagued me since the death of Trask. Someone was testing on mutants again. “It’s not like it will matter anyway but, I would greatly appreciate it if we could wrap this up quickly. But, since you’ve been good thus far, I’ll answer your question. It’s morphine. I’ve made sure that this will be a lethal dose, regardless of your… differences. I can’t say if it will be painful though, but there’s enough here to make it very quick.”

As she finished her sentence and moved to stick the needle into my arm a bright blue light accompanied by a whirring noise filled the room. Standing in the entranceway was Tony in his Ironman suit with his arm outstretched in our direction, “Yeah, I wouldn’t necessarily do that if I were you.”

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