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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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What about a request where After the divorce, Andy barber meets Jacob's childhood friend, reader who they reunited in college and hasn't seen her since middle school. Andy can't stop thinking about her and having wet dreams. Then the wet dreams became a reality

hello, sorry it took so long. I hope you like it.

warning - smut, swearing and fluff.

18+ only, please. the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

“Y/n, what are you doing in here? Shouldn’t you be with Jacob?” The older man asks, gulping as the young female spreads her bare legs, exposing her glistening folds. He grunts, feeling his pants tighten.

“You didn’t wish me goodnight, Mr Barber. I was sad.” Her hand slides down her nude form, softly grazing her plump breasts before reaching her soaked honey pot. Her eyes are locked with his dark blue ones, and a soft whimper falls from her lips when her fingers glide through her folds. “Don’t you want to wish me goodnight? I’ve been a good girl, I swear.”

Andy strides forward, his cock throbbing from the sight before him. Not expecting the goddess on his bed to want him. Andy stands at the end of his bed, having a complete view of your pretty little cunt. “You’ve been a good girl? Are you sure?” Y/n nods, half-lidded eyes focused on him. “I don’t think so, sweetheart, because, from my view, you look like a naughty little slut.” His eyes snap down, watching your juices leak out at being called a slut. “You like being called a slut, sweetheart?” Andy groans when you nod.

“Play with me, daddy?” Everything seemed to have moved fast once those words were uttered from her lips. Andy lies on top, his mouth covering hers, tongues tangling together as he rubs his bulge against her bare cunt. Andy quickly reaches down to release the throbbing member before lining it up with Y/n’s entrance and pushing in. Their groans and moans fill the room as he begins to thrust. He plants kisses on her neck, loving the feeling of her clenching and pulsating around him.

When Andy feels his end approaching, he suddenly wakes. His eyes open with a snap, and he looks around, trying to find you, but when he comes short, a groan of disappointment leaves his lips. Andy looks down and notices his cock is straining against his pyjama pants, the member throbbing wildly and his chest covered in sweat. “Fuck sake.” He slowly sits up, wiping his hand down his face before his hand moves to his pants. A soft groan falls from his lips at the slight relief before it disappears and an image of you pops into his head. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

Andy stands, tucking his member into the waistband of his pyjama pants before walking out of his room and heading to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Andy is too busy wiping his eyes to anticipate the sight before him. The sound of a small gasp causes him to put his hand down and look toward the noise.

“M-Mr Barber... I’m sorry if I woke you. I was trying to get some water….” The sight of your wide doll eyes and the oversized shirt covering your form causes his already rigid member to twitch, pre-cum leaking from the throbbing red tip.

“It’s okay. So am I.” He gulps, moving closer to your tiny body. His eyes flicker down to where your thighs not-so-subtly rub together as you take in his bare chest. Andy grabs a glass and fills it with water, not taking his eyes off you as he takes a sip. Once he swallows, he places the glass on the counter and crosses his arms against his chest. “What are you doing up so late?”

“I– uh. I couldn’t sleep” Y/n’s lip goes between her teeth as she stares at the older man’s bulging muscles, itching to know how the hair covering his chest would feel against her. She feels herself clench around nothing at the forbidden thought of her friend’s dad bending her over the counter and pounding into her. Just like in her dream…

Andy strides forward until he’s so close to her that he can feel her breath on his skin, Andy’s hand comes up, and he uses his thumb to untuck Y/n’s bottom lip from her teeth. “Why are you lying, sweetheart? Don’t you know only bad girls lie?” He grunts when he hears a soft moan fall from her lips.

Y/n slowly nods, feeling her thighs slick with her juices. Suddenly realising there was nothing underneath her shirt, and she was close to her crush, which made her dizzy. “S–sorry, Mr Barber, I just don’t think it’s appropriate to tell you….” She casts her eyes down at the confession.

Andy’s eyes darken, his hand gripping her chin as he tilts her head to look at him. “Tell me, sweetheart. You want to be a good girl, right?” Andy’s eyes move down to Y/n’s chest, noticing her nipples poking through and how her breathing quickens. “C’mon, be a good girl for me.”

“I had a dream… “ Andy raises a brow, waiting for her to continue. “I–I was bent over a kitchen counter whilst getting pounded into.”

Andy growls at the thought of someone else fucking your tight little cunt, not caring that it’s a dream. “You going to tell me who it was, sweetheart?” He leans forward, staring deep into her eyes.

Y/n’s cheeks turn a rosy pink, trying to look away from Andy, not wanting to confess that she dreams of him fucking her until she can’t walk. The sound of a slap and the feel of sharp pain caused her to gasp and look at Andy bewildered.

“I’m asking you a question, and I expect an answer, sweetheart.” Y/n gulps as she feels herself clench and drip, her cunt throbbing like crazy at how dominant he is.

“I–it was you, Mr Barber….” Andy groans before smashing his lips into hers. Moaning as their lips move in sync, his hands grip her hips while maneuvering her to the kitchen counter. Andy pulls away as he turns her around and bends Y/n over the counter. His cock begging to be free and buried deep inside her tight cunt as she whines. “M–Mr Barber.”

Andy pushes you down, pressing your cheek into the marble. “It’s daddy to you, whore. Now stay still. I'm making both our dreams come true.” Andy quickly pulls his pants down, his cock springs free, and he wraps his hand around the thick base, tugging on it as he lifts your shirt and groans at the sight before him. “You dirty little slut, wearing nothing underneath? Were you expecting this?” He tuts, shaking his head. “What a whore you are.”

Y/n moans when she feels Andy rub his tip through her folds, the head catching her swollen bundle. “D–Daddy, please.” A choked gasp forces its way out when he begins to push through her entrance, the girth stretching her small walls, causing a pleasurable pain to shoot through her. “Oh– Fuck, daddy too big.” Andy’s hand comes around and covers her mouth, his thrusts getting deeper and harder.

“Shut up, you little slut. You don’t want Jacob to walk in and see you being a whore for his dad, do you?” He grunts when you clench around him, the thought of getting caught exciting you more. “Oh, you like that idea.” Andy leans forward, pressing his front closer against your back before delivering deep strokes. “You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart. Just relax while I use you.” Andy’s thrusts become brutal, a slapping sound filling the room.

“A–ah, please. S–so close.” Y/n’s eyes roll to the back of her head as she feels herself clench down, her walls pulsating around the thick member piercing her tiny cunt. Soft moans fall from her lips, still blocked by Andy’s hand as she cums.

“Fucking hell, you feel so fucking good.” Andy leans back, his gaze focusing on where they connect, watching as his cock thrusts in and out, her cream coating the base causing it to be easier for him to pound in. “I’m going to cum, sweetheart, and you'll take it.” His pace picks up, eyes locked on her tight cunt, his balls tightening and hips stuttering as his end approaches rapidly. Andy leans down and plants soft kisses on the back of her head and neck as he finishes inside, streams of thick cum shooting out of his cockhead and deep into her womb.

The two stay like that as they catch their breath, Andy’s hands squeeze her hips gently before he slowly pulls out, walking over to get a clean cloth and wetting it before he comes to clean the young woman up. “How are you feeling?” The softness in his voice shocks Y/n out of her blissful daze before she slowly stands and hums.

“I’m okay, thank you.” Andy’s eyes connect with hers as they share a soft smile. Y/n leans forward while resting her hands on his chest, finally feeling the hairs that sit there. She places a soft kiss against his lips before pulling away. “Goodnight, daddy.”

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ramp-it-up · 2 years

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A Point of War

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader RPF

Summary: Chris plays dirty when you have your first big fight as a married couple.

This is part four of the A Starting Point Series.

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI. SMUT, RPF. Consensual angry sex, edging, cock warming, orgasm denial, voice kink, angst, a lil bit of degradation, a lil bit of pain kink, back scratching, thigh riding, oral, (m/f) receiving, sloppy toppy, Angst, sexual day dreaming, breeding kink, kiss and make up. Not Beta’d.

A/N: I have so many WIPS, but this ask made me break a long streak of not writing.

Thank you Nonnie! ❤️

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Chris awakened you early to make you late this morning. You’d only had two hours of sleep, but he didn’t care. Sleep deprivation was a tactic of war.

He languidly rocked his cock deep inside you, stroking his heavy member through your folds until you were both almost insane. Chris had edged you both all morning, stopping before either of you could cum, and making you warm him until he was ready to do it again.

After three times of bringing you both to the edge of heaven, both of you were desperate.

“Please Angel… just say you agree. Then we can both delight in married bliss.”

Chris was between your legs, digging you out, your legs around his waist as his thick mushroom cap and veiny shaft sleeked in and out of your tight, wet channel.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good. And you’re so beautiful for me when you c-”

Chris looked in your eyes and clenched his jaw. He couldn’t speak. It was almost enough to make you cum. But you just shook your head.

He shook his in response and frowned, moving his lage hand up to cup the side of your face. You pouted and he pushed his thick thumb between your lips and you sucked it greedily, causing him to pulse inside you.

He stopped and you could feel his cock pounding. You whimpered around his thumb and your saliva slipped down your face and his palm.

“I can’t.. I’m gonna…. Don’t you wanna…?”

The Boston came out as you were stripping away his resolve. You opened your mouth wide and swiped your tongue around his thick digit lewdly, then closed your mouth to suck if from palm to fingertip. You moved your hips to try and get him going and Chris’s hand gripped you tightly, sure to leave marks later.

“My feisty, stubborn Angel. It only makes me want you more.”

You glared at him.

“The answer is still no, Chris…

Chris squeezed his eyes shut as a drizzle of precum escaped out of him. He started panting as he fought the urge to let go and fuck you into the mattress. He needed release as much as you did, but you were both too stubborn to relent.

Chris rolled his eyes at the sensation and saw the clock on the wall.

“Shit, Angel. I’m gonna be late.”

He bent down and whispered into your ear, knowing what his voice did to you.

“All you gotta do is say yes, and we can both get what we need.”

He rotated his hips to give you all of his dick. You gripped his shoulders and drew your nails down his back, drawing welts and a little bit of blood. The sensation made him groan and pump into you hard a few times, giving you hope of victory until he stopped.

Chris slipped out of you and rushed into the shower, dodging your epithets and the pillow thrown at him. You tried to make yourself cum, but you were so frustrated and needy that it didn’t work.

When he got out, you just walked past him into the shower, dodging the kiss he tried to give you as you passed by.

When you emerged, he was gone, leaving you a note that made you cry.

Now, seven hours later, you shifted in your seat and felt how deliciously sore you were. You wanted to relent, but the principle of the matter was what was important, not your wanton body and his huge, thick dick hitting your spot….

Damn. It would feel so good to just give in. You sighed. You were angry at him after this morning; not just angry, you were incensed.

It didn’t help that you were trapped in an ASP partners meeting ahead of a big campaign for mid-term elections. So, you sucked up all your feelings and tried to be professional, sneaking a look at him through your lashes.

You frowned slightly to find him watching you with a barely perceptible smirk.

Damn him.

You took a breath, hitched with desire, and straightened in your seat. From the corner of your eye, you saw Chris open his mouth slightly to breathe, and it was your turn to smirk.

“Alright, on to the next order of business.”

Mark looked around the table as you looked down at your notepad, trying to collect your thoughts on the meeting. You were not trying to make eye contact with Chris. You’d managed to avoid him most of the day, and had come into the conference room at the last minute to be on time for it, grateful that the only seat available was across the table from him.

You were on the edge, and Christopher Robert Evans put you there. Before you knew it, you’d spaced out. Your pussy throbbed as you thought of the last time he skillfully ate you out as you sucked his cock. 69 was his favorite position, and you knew that putting the end of your pen in your mouth might just remind him. You subtly flicked your tongue around the fat end of the Montblanc pen and heard Chris cover a moan with a fake cough.

Chris’ deep baritone made your clit quiver when he spoke up.

…” I don’t know, Joe. Why don’t we ask Mrs. Evans?”

You glared at Chris and then realized everyone was watching. You cleared your throat and suppressed the urge to roll your eyes at him. You sat up even straighter.

“Run that back for me again Joe?”

You ignored Chris’s smile as Joe made his point again and you answered him, giving your opinion on the issue and a possible solution so smoothly, everyone would think that you were the calmest person on the planet. But you were plotting war.

You successfully ignored your husband as the meeting was wrapped up and started to leave the conference room as Chris called you over to him, Joe and Mark.

“Y/N! We want to talk about your idea for a second.”

You gave Chris a bright, fake smile and he subtly shook his head at you. Mark spoke up when you made your way over to them.

“You made some very salient points, y/n, let’s get moving on those right away.”

Mark was impressed with your work, as always.

“Agreed,” intoned Chris, who nodded at you and tried to hold your eyes. You narrowed yours, knowing that he’d made his voice a little deeper on purpose.

But you weren’t going. The tension was obvious. You continued.

“Thanks guys. I can do that, but I would need…”

When you gave them your list, they all nodded.

“Sounds reasonable, let’s you and I sit back down at the table and hash it out. Mark, Joe. Can you guys take the 4:30 call for me? Give them my apologies?”

Joe nodded and proceeded out of the room.

“They’re gonna be disappointed, but I’ll try to do my best impression of you.”

Chris and Mark laughed at Joe’s joke, but you just continued to smile.

Then Mark made to leave, smiling at you two, knowing, but amiable. He and Joe admired the way you handled the press and lack of privacy since your relationship with Chris was announced.

You’d weathered the whirlwind of a three month engagement and an equally short marriage to one of the most famous men in the world like a champ. Once Chris’ friends and partners were told what was up, they saw the bond between you and Chris and it all made sense.

What Mark also sensed was that Chris was about to get the business, so he left you two alone.

When the door closed, you dropped the smile and moved to the furthest point away from Chris on the conference room table, sat down, and opened your pen again, ready to get to work.

Chris sighed and walked toward you.

“Let’s hash it out then.”

You’d started writing even though you knew what he was referring to. You saw America’s Ass sit down on the table next to your notebook out of the corner of your eye. You kept writing.

“So are you giving me the silent treatment?”

You looked up at him, the look in those blue eyes threatening your resolve.

“I’ve responded to everything you’ve said to me Christopher.”

You held his stare, your own jaw ticking under your clenched teeth.

He drew in a breath.

“‘Christopher.’ Damn, I am in trouble.”

Chris chuckled, but you were resolute.

“Maybe I should call you, ‘Mr. Happy Wife, Happy Life.’”

Chris stood up.

“Why are you still so adamant? You want the fight. Am I that wrong for wanting you to take my name? I’ve been waiting to call you Mrs. Evans for what seems like forever. Excuse my giddiness for finally being hitched to the woman I love more than anything in the world.”

You looked up at him and studied the look on his face. He looked wounded. But you didn’t buy it. You stood up as well.

“You’re good. Acting the victim. Except for the fact we talked about this, Chris! “

You wanted to keep your maiden name for your professional life. Chris didn’t like it at all, but didn’t push it until late last night, the night before your first day back in the office together as man and wife.

Hence the argument that lasted until very late and then the hours-long edging session early this morning. That was war. You thought he was incorrigible when you were dating, Chris was so much more frustrating as your husband. You felt that nothing you could do would satisfy him.

“I’m sorry that I’m not living up to your fantasy of me. But you knew what you were getting. And still you insisted on getting married.”

Chris’s face contorted. His heart was in his throat.

“Why do you insist on doing that?”

Chris threw his hands up and raised his voice, moving toward you. You cringed. He immediately backed up and sighed, running his hands through his hair.

“I love you Y/N.. I wanted you to be my wife from the moment I saw you. And I just wanted…”

He sat down in the nearest chair, loosening his tie.

“It doesn’t matter what I wanted. Never mind. I don’t care what you call yourself. As long as you’re by my side.”

He looked up at you and you could see that he was genuinely hurt. Your heart sank as he looked down to his lap.

“You win. Ms. YLN.”

He looked broken. And you felt terrible.

You walked toward him and stood between his legs.

“Chris.”

He was silent.

“Mr. Evans.”

Still no answer.

“Boss.”

He huffed and smiled slightly, shaking his head. He looked up at you.

“What?”

“I’m sorry.”

“No need to be. You have a right to be called anything you like.”

He was sincere.

You leaned over and kissed his forehead, brushing away the hair that had fallen there after his hands wrecked it.

“I just want to be called yours.”

You kissed his nose, and then his lips as you sat down on his knee. One of Chris’s hands went up to curl around your waist and the other rested on your thigh at the hem of your pencil skirt.

“I love you. And I just got scared. I’m sorry.”

Chris’s eyes searched your face as his hand slid up your knee, long fingers almost reaching your moistening heat. You remembered your earlier hunger.

And so did he.

“Angel…Let me make it right, baby.”

He moved his lips to your neck and started peppering it with kisses, his hand reaching for your breast and teasing your nipple. You moaned as you arched your back, causing your rear to shift and make contact with the bulge in his pants.

Chris deftly moved you facing away from him, so that your legs were separated by his knee and your warm cunt was against his thigh. Both hands were on your blouse, fingering your now achingly hard nipples through the silk and the lace of your bra.

You whined and started to move on his thigh, arching your back into him and kissing him over your shoulder. You pulled away and he chased your lips as you started unbuttoning your blouse. You turned your head as Chris leaned down to your neck again.

“You know, I’ve had a fantasy of sucking you off under this table?”

Your voice was a sexy rasp that made him rock hard. Chris swallowed as he rubbed your breasts in the sheer lace La Perla bra. His forefingers and thumbs tortured your nipples as he hummed in your ear.

“Hmmmmmmm?”

“Can I suck you off under this table?”

His eyes moved over toward the door. Yours followed his.

“How much do you want to bet that no one would dare come in here knowing we were in here. Most of them have gone home. Mark and Joe are across the building. And if anyone finds us, so what? We’re married.”

You smirked as you stood up and took your shirt and bra off. The late evening sun through the windows shone on your skin as you sank down on your knees, clad in only your skirt, and cast your eyes down. Your nipples were hard as you waited for Chris to summon you. He admired you there and then moved quickly.

You smiled slightly as you heard his belt buckle clank and his zipper being opened.

“Suck me off, Mrs. Evans.”

You looked up and smiled at the impressive organ in front of you, crawling back between his legs as he slid his hand up and down his shaft a few times. You kissed up the side of his cock to the tip, which you took into your mouth before letting it slip out to moisten your lips. Then you spit on it and slurped it up again, bobbing while looking up at Chris. You moaned and deep throated it, causing Chris to moan deep in his own throat.

You enjoyed your power, so you took his cock out of your mouth, kissed it, smiled and spit on it again and started sucking hard, slurping and jacking it with your hand.

“Ah! Fuck!”

You pushed it deep in your throat and pulled him out slowly, going further and further until your nose was at the base of his cock.

You started up again, and Chris let you slurp and tease him as you jacked just the tip into your mouth. When you spit on it yet again was when Chris finally pushed your head down, causing you to roll your eyes and gag.

“Swallow.”

He held you down and you spluttered and spit on him as you came up for air.

“Choke me with it, Boss.”

Chris obliged, cursing softly as you felt his cock pulse precum down your throat.

“So sloppy in the office. Such a nasty slut for my cock, Mrs. Evans.”

“Ummmhmmmm,” You moaned and then pulled off and started sucking his balls as you jacked him faster, your saliva the perfect lube for the hand job.

When you started sucking his cock again, looking up at him as you went deep, you felt his balls draw up.

“Those eyes, Angel, shit. I need to cum.”

You straightened up and rubbed your breasts around him, smothering his dick into an erotic hug.

“You gonna fuck my face?”

“Shit!”

Chris grabbed your head and pistoned up into your mouth and down your throat, gagging you and soon shooting warm salty cum for you to swallow.

You swallowed it all like a good girl, and then leaned back on your knees smiling up at him. Chris grabbed your arm and hoisted you up on the table, pushing your skirt up around your waist, spreading your legs and moving your panties to the side. His head was between your legs in an instant and you moved your skirt out of the way as you watched his tongue slide out to meet your pussy.

As if in revenge, Chris looked up at you with those blue eyes of his as he lewdly licked a stripe from your ass to your clit, circling and then drawing it between his lips to suck. Then he closed his eyes and moaned.

He made out with your cunt until you saw stars. When he inserted two long thick fingers, palm up, easily reaching that sensitive spot inside you. You were gripping his hair at the roots with your hands and his fingers were deep in your pussy.

Both your fingers and Chris’s were curled and giving each other pleasure, causing both you to shoot your slick into his eagerly awaiting mouth. And his dick to be rock hard again.

Chris stood up and smiled at you as he wiped his mouth which was wet with your slick.

“Love that Angel food.”

Chris winked and you laughed, but not for long, because Chris spun you around and bent you over the conference room table and moved your panties to the side again.

“Talk about fantasies about this table. This is mine…fuuuuccckkkkk…”

Chris lined up with your sopping wet cunt and pushed in completely in one stroke, your wetness easing the way, but your orgasm having made you tight around his cock.

Chris dropped his head to your back and huffed for a second as his dick jumped.

“I… you never give me a chance to think…”

Chris kissed along your spine as you arched your back and tried to wiggle your ass to encourage him to move. His hands held you still.

“I know you had your implant removed….I just want to be sure… I don’t want to force you…”

Chris finally had to move because your whining and your movement was too much for him.

“Do you wanna have my….. Fuck…. Angel….”

Chris started pounding you like his life depended on it.

“Do you really wanna have my…. Shit.”

His hips stuttered.

“My baby…. Gotdamn it…”

Meanwhile, you were grabbing the table, trying to find something to hold on to before you floated away. You reached back for Chris’s tie, which had been dragging up and down your back as he fucked you. You pulled it, making him lean down toward you.

“Fuck yes… I want to be full of your babies, Chris…. Please!”

Chris started going even harder, tapping on the door to your cervix with his long, thick cock.

“Yeah? You want to be pregnant, Mrs. Evans?”

“God…yes…. Please…”

“Gonna be full and round with my kids?... Fuck… Tits all full… shittttt…..”

Chris licked his lips. He couldn’t take the image of you pregnant and shot his spend against your walls. He slumped against you and you sighed, happy beyond words.

“Can we get this moved into the house…”

You giggled as you said it and Chris laughed with you, relieved that you were on the same page.

“We’re gonna have to do something with it. It’s a write-off now.”

He stood up and got himself together while watching you lay on the table with a smile on your face.

Then, he straightened your panties, making sure to cover your cunt to keep his cum inside you. He picked up your bra and your blouse, and carefully helped you to get dressed as you sat on the table. Finally, he kissed you on your nose and your forehead as you stood up, legs wobbly. You hadn’t realized that your strappy heels were still on your feet. Chris had.

“C’mon, let’s go finish this at home.”

Chris moved to leave and you pulled on his tie again.

“Hey. I love when you call me Mrs. Evans when we’re not at work.”

Chris raised his eyebrow.

“And when we’re fucking at work.”

Chris chuckled.

“How about Mrs. YLN-Evans in professional settings?”

Chris smiled at you.

“That sounds amazing.”

You gave him a sweet peck on the lips then you pulled back to look in his eyes.

“And our babies. They’ll be Evans all the way.”

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chrisevansonly · 1 year

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Unexpected & Unwelcomed

Chris Evans x Pregnant!Wife Reader (Little Duck AU 🐥💛)

Summary: You’d left the bad parts of your past behind you after you’d med Chris and moved your career and your life to Massachusetts. So what happens when someone you’d long forgotten runs into you at your workplace’s annual spring gala?

Warnings: talks of past abusive kinda, unwanted advances, slight mentions of violence, minor injury, protective daddy bear Chris

A/N: Thank you to the anon that requested this last night, I loved writing this, and absolutely love the idea of overprotective Chris when it comes to Momma. He’d burn down the city for her, I’ve been loving this AU and getting to continue writing fics, headcannons and answering all your amazing questions! Enjoy<3

Word Count: 1,315

It was your workplaces annual charity gala and despite being 8 months pregnant, you and Chris had come to mingle amongst your coworkers, and support a good cause. Although you would admit, the pain in your feet and the slight discomfort in your back you’d been feeling all day almost put a cancel on plans. You were happy you ended up coming, the atmosphere was fun, the snacks were good, and the baby had been quiet. Chris had left to use the washroom and grab another drink, so you sat at your assigned table, glancing around and admiring the decor, a voice suddenly drawing you out of your daze

“How’s your back doing momma?”

You smiled looking up at Chris who’d returned to your table, setting down some more snacks for the two of you to share

“Surprisingly not bad tonight, although little miss is enjoying pushing on my ribcage and bladder, she’s like a pin ball in there tonight”

He let out a laugh before leaning down to be eye level with your bump, his hand rubbing in circles

“Be quiet in there princess, this is an important night for your momma”

She kicked against his hand almost in retaliation and you laughed, shifting to get more comfortable

“Already rebelling against her daddy and she’s not even here yet”

Chris frowned in faux disappointment before sitting up and crossing his arms

“We are gonna have a stern talk when she gets here”

“You do that my love”

He smiled sending you a wink as he leaned over to kiss you softly, an annoyed groan escaping you when he pulled away

“I’ll be back, I need to use the bathroom…again”

Chris moved to get up, but you placed a hand on his shoulder

“Stay, I’ll be fine, back before you know it!”

You placed a kiss on his lips, walking away from the table, he kept his eyes on you until you made it safely to the washroom. Thankfully you were the only one in there, so you finished your business checked yourself over and left, while you were walking back you got distracted, lightly bumping someone’s shoulder

“I’m so sorry!”

The minute the person turned to face you, your stomach churned, hands automatically resting protectively on your bump the colour draining from your face

“Well, this is a pleasant surprise, Y/N, nice to see you”

You swallowed; your throat dry as you attempted to get control of your impending emotions

“Thomas.”

“That’s all you have to say? After all those years together?”

That made you roll your eyes, the audacity this man still had even after everything he’d done to you

“Yes, it is. Have a nice night.”

You turned to walk away into which put you in Chris’s eyesight, but Thomas grasped your wrist tightly in his hand to stop you from going any further, you silently hoped Chris could see the panic in your body language. The baby clearly unhappy with the sudden shift in your mood and situation, kicking roughly a few times

“Let go of me you asshole!”

That only caused him to squeeze tighter, is nails digging into the inside of your wrist as you winced, that was gonna leave a mark for sure

“You want to call me an asshole after you ruined my reputation? I don’t think so. You fucking owe me bitch”

“I don’t owe you shit!”

You pulled your wrist back hard, cursing under your breath as it threw you off balance, thankfully a familiar pair of arms caught you and kept you upright. The familiar tom ford cologne filling your senses, Chris turning to check on you, scanning his eyes over your face, then falling to your wrist, the discoloration beginning to show

“You know, I’ve been waiting to meet you for a long time.”

Thomas laughed crossing his arms

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

You’d never seen Chris this angry before, and despite the anger, his touch was featherlight, making sure to be extra gentle with you

“So, I could do this…”

Before you could stop him, Chris flew at Thomas sending a punch square at his face, his nose cracking from the force of the hit, Thomas groaning in agony

“I know exactly who the fuck you are, and I have been waiting for the chance to put you in your goddamn place. You’re lucky that’s all you got.”

“Baby come on…”

You tugged the sleeve of Chris’s suit jacket, and he stepped towards you, keeping his eyes on your ex who was bleeding on the floor

“I’ll sue you for this!”

“Go ahead, I’d like to see you try, and let me be clear, you ever so much as even look at my wife again, I don’t care if it’s a glance, anything, I so much as hear you’ve said her name, I’ll fucking kill you.”

You pulled on his jacket again, pulling him away from the hallway and over to the table, collecting your things, all you felt was anxious in this moment, the room felt too small, the dress you had on uncomfortable

“Honey...?”

Chris’s voice sounded blurred as you frantically looked around the room, as soon as he noticed this, Chris lifted you into his arms bridal style and found your office, setting you down on the couch near your desk

“Hey, Hey, breathe honey…breathe, follow me, you’re okay...”

He placed your hands over his chest where you could feel his heartbeat, taking a few minutes to catch your breath and calm down, his hands moving to rub your belly softly, the baby moving a bit at the feeling of her father’s hands resting above

“I’m sorry…that was...”

“A lot? Yeah, I bet baby, but it’s over now, he will never get close to you or our little girl again okay? I will always make sure you two are protected”

You nodded finally letting the smallest of smiles show on your face

“How is your hand?”

He shook his head

“Don’t worry about my hand, you’ve got a big purple bruise on your wrist I’m more concerned about”

“It’s okay, doesn’t hurt much, we can ice it once we get home?”

Chris agreed, before checking on the little bean, and making sure you felt safe enough to leave the party and get to your car. The entire way home he kept checking in, keeping his eye on you, an icepack for your wrist when you got home, followed by some of your favourite cravings, and a cheesy comedy movie pulled up on the TV in the living room

“Thank you for protecting us, and always making sure we’re safe”

Chris leaned down to place a kiss on your lips, his thumb rubbing across your cheekbone gently

“I love you girls, I will always do whatever I can to make sure you’re both safe, happy and healthy”

You smiled leaning into him when he sat next to you

“We love you too, more than you know”

Wrapped up in a pile of blankets, snacks now spread out around you is how you ended off your night, even when the darkest parts of your past came back to hurt you, Chris would be there to keep you safe and remind you how loved and cared for you’d always be. You and his little girl were his everything, and if he had to break a few noses and egos to keep you both safe, he’d do it without question, because no one goes after his little duck and momma.

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Obvious - Chris Evans

Chris Evans x fem!victoria secret model reader (she/her pronouns) oneshot

Request: a request where reader is famous victoria secret model and she is married to chris evans (fluff)

Italics mean flashback

Warnings: None. Just a lot of fluff. Please let me know if I missed anything.

AN: I hope you like it. I tried my best to mention the model aspect of it so I hope it’s what you were looking for. Please enjoy! (also I made the tweet gif myself so it’s not the best…)

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Y/N'S POV

Once I got inside our house, I let out a long sigh while finally being able to put down my bags. Taking in the scene around me, it looked exactly the same as Chris and I left it before our trip. Deciding to leave my suitcases near the front door I made my way up to our bedroom. Knowing how I needed time to relax, Chris dropped me off and went to buy some groceries for this week.

Once I made it to the bedroom, I changed out of my airport clothes and into some sweats and a baggy t-shirt. Laying on my side of the bed, I decided to scroll through Twitter to waste some time before Chris got home. While scrolling, one tweet caught my eye:

Wondering exactly what they were talking about I clicked on the replies. One reply had attached the clip:

Seeing the way Chris was looking at me made me fall in love with him even more. Since the beginning of my career, I thought that if I were to date someone, they would only see the Victoria Secret Model side of me. I was scared that they wouldn’t accept the other parts of me that weren’t the perfect model they see in public. I’m glad that I was able to find someone who has looked at me the same way as he did when he first saw me all those years ago. I was getting flashbacks to a scenario just like this - the time when Chris and I first met.

I was sitting outside in the backyard feeling out of place at a party at some famous person’s house that I didn’t even know. There were still a good amount of people around me but not as many as there were inside. Looking up at the sound of someone clearing their voice I’m shocked to see Chris Evans standing right in front of me. Chris emerged into the spotlight a couple of months before me when “Not Another Teen Movie” came out.

“Is this seat taken?” Chris said pointing to the seat next to me.

Recovering from my shock I shake my head no.

“You don’t know the host either huh?” He asked.

“Was it that obvious?” I ask, feeling my cheeks heat up.

“Kind of. You’re Y/N right?”

“You… You know my name?”

“I mean yeah why wouldn’t I? You have been all over the magazines as the up and coming Victoria Secret model. I should be asking you how you know me…”

“Who said I knew you?”

“Oh darling don’t act coy. Your face said it all when I came over here.”

“Oh sorry I confused you with that hot dude named Jake Wyler in that one movie.”

“So you think I’m hot?”

“I never said that!”

The rest of the night went by super fast. Chris and I just sat there talking about everything and anything. It was relieving talking to someone who understood the craziness of being young and becoming famous so quickly.

Feeling my phone buzz I looked down to see that my manager was texting me to remind me that I had a shoot tomorrow and I should head back home soon. Feeling disappointed that I would have to end our conversation I looked up at Chris and said

“Sorry to have to cut this short but I have to get going, I have a photo shoot in the morning.”

Something flashed across Chris’ face when I said that.

Before I could figure it out he responded with: “Oh okay. Bye”

Waiting to see if he would say anything else, he went to open up his mouth but quickly closed it. When he opened it again he said, “Hope to see you again soon”

And with that I walked away. Not knowing when I would be able to see him again.

The next day my best friend texted me a link to an article. Opening it up I was surprised to see my name along with Chris’ name on the title. Scanning through the article there was a recording of Chris and I last night at the party. Some time during our conversation someone recorded Chris and I talking to each other. More specifically it was me talking about whatever and Chris looking at me with so much adoration. Feeling bummed knowing that I wouldn’t be able to see him again I went through my day getting ready for my photo shoot.

While on the way to the studio, I decided to stop by my favorite coffee shop, The Little Cafe. I didn’t know why at the time but while I was about to open the door, I got nervous. Turns out that this coffee shop was going to be the place where my relationship with Chris would start.

When I opened up the door, I was immediately struck with the smell of freshly ground coffee beans. Ordering my drink and sitting down to wait, a shadow came over me. Looking up I was shocked.

“Funny seeing you here” Chris said.

“Definitely, I didn’t expect to run into you here. I was just thinking about you.” I responded.

“Oh you've been thinking of me?” He said with a small smirk forming on his face.

Rather than trying to explain it to him, I decided to pull my phone out and show the article my friend sent me.

“Oh wow I didn’t know I was that obvious”. He responded after the video was over.

“What do you mean?” I asked confused.

“Well for starters I thought you were really pretty and wanted to get to know you. While you were talking I couldn’t help but get lost in how normal our exchange felt.”

I was speechless.

“Then, when you told me you had to leave I was trying to find the courage to ask for your number but I got scared. I’ve been beating myself up over it all night. Now that you are here though, I’m not going to let that happen again. So can I get your number and maybe if you’re up for it go out on a date with me?”

I was even more speechless. Not knowing what to say, I just nodded and handed him my phone. When he handed it back to me I didn’t know what to say. I went to respond but was pulled out of the moment when my phone started ringing with my manager's name on the screen. Sending him a disappointed smile I promised to text him and answered the phone call.

Ever since then, it’s been history.

“Y/N?”

Taken out of my flashback I realized that Chris was now standing in front of me.

“Are you okay?”

“Huh? Oh yeah I’m fine I was just scrolling through Twitter.”

“Uh oh. What happened this time?” Chris asked, worry written all over his face.

“Nothing bad this time. It’s just a clip of you at the show.”

“Oh really. Let me see.”

Showing it to him I could see a blush rising to his cheeks.

“Huh I guess I’m still pretty obvious when it comes to how much I love you.” Chris said.

Now it was my turn to blush. I was at a loss for words once again. Through the ups and downs of both of our careers - like not seeing each other for weeks on end due to both of our busy schedules, - he has still stuck by my side and supported me no matter what. He still looks at me with that same type of adoration he had the first time we met at the party. I couldn’t have chosen a better husband to be there to support me while I do what I love.

“Come on downstairs. I got you coffee from The Little Cafe while I was out.”

I will never fall out of love with this man.

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AN: THE END!! I hope you enjoyed it. Sorry if it’s all over the place. Also thank you for the request. This will be my first one ever.

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Worlds Apart

Chapter One

Summary: Single mom, Bridget Clark, thought that she was fine by herself. Moving her son to a new town and out of the hustle and bustle of Boston, she thought that life would be quieter and simpler, but a chance encounter with a certain Hollywood actor only a week after their big move had her questioning everything. Bridget was faced with the ultimate decision of head vs heart, but would letting her guard down prove to be worth the risk?

Series Masterlist

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February 2016

It all happened so fast.

One minute Bridget Clark was searching through the pile of hard avocados for one that was perfectly ripe and the next she was frantically searching through the aisles of the unfamiliar grocery store for her son.

She fought to keep her breath steady - she’d only looked away for thirty seconds, maybe a minute, he couldn’t have gotten far - but as her feet hit the ground with increasing urgency, she could feel the panic tightening her chest with every empty aisle she passed. By the time she made it to the other end of the store with no sign of her son anywhere, her heart was pounding. She knew he was smart enough not to leave the store without her - at least not by himself and his flair for the dramatics had her doubting that anyone would have been able to take him without him causing a scene - but the store wasn’t particularly big and she was sure she should have seen him if he was still there. In a last ditch attempt to find him, she raced back to where she’d started her search to make sure he hadn’t doubled back, but she prepared herself to start screaming for help if he wasn’t there.

To her overwhelming relief, he was standing beside the avocados with worry all over his face as he held the hand of an almost equally worried looking man.

“Landon!” She called out, getting his attention as she hurried over to him. “Oh my gosh, buddy. You scared me.”

She dropped to her knees without hesitation and pulled him into a hug as desperate apologies fell from his lips. Once she had held him long enough for her brain to feel reassured that he was there and that he was safe, she leaned back and flashed him a stern look.

“You know not to walk away when we’re in a store like this,” she reminded him, hoping she’d managed to muster a firm tone despite the relief still coursing through her. “It’s not safe to wander off by yourself.”

“I know, Mommy,” Landon nodded, a sheepish look on his face. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to get some chocolate.”

“I know and that was going to be our next stop,” Bridget sighed. “Did you find some?”

Landon shook his head as Bridget rose back up to her feet and the stranger waiting patiently beside them finally chimed in.

“I found him wandering around by the cookies,” he explained. “He seemed a little lost so I offered to help him find you.”

She’d almost forgotten that he’d been standing next to them, but as his voice drew her gaze over to him, she was immediately struck by how handsome he was. His face was kind and the smile he was flashing her was very disarming and she could see why Landon had felt comfortable trusting him. There was something familiar about him, but considering they’d only been living in the area for barely a week, Bridget couldn’t figure out why and she matched his smile as she racked her brain to place him.

“Thank you, I really appreciate that. I swear, I only looked away for a minute and then he was just…gone.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he assured her, disregarding her explanation with a wave of his hand. “I have a niece and two nephews, I know how quick these things can happen.”

“Too quick,” Bridget agreed, exasperatedly running a hand through her hair. “He’s usually pretty good about staying close, but we just moved to town about a week ago so everything around here’s still new and exciting for him, I guess.”

That information intrigued him as his eyebrows raised with curiosity.

“Oh? Where are you guys from?”

“Boston,” she informed him. “Not far away, but it’s nice to be out of the city.”

“Yeah, and this is a great town,” he assured her. “But, welcome! I’m Chris.”

“Thanks, I’m Bridget,” she introduced herself with a warm smile. “And this is Landon.”

Landon offered a shy wave with his hand that wasn’t firmly locked onto the cart beside his mother as if he was determined to prove he wouldn’t be leaving her side again.

“It’s nice to meet you both.”

“You too,” Bridget nodded. “Anyway, I should probably get this guy to the chocolate aisle before he gets antsy again, but thanks again for helping him.”

Once again, the kind stranger - Chris - assured her that no thanks was necessary and took a moment to say goodbye to a bashful Landon before they parted ways.

Thankfully, the rest of their shopping trip was rather uneventful, but it wasn’t until they got home that the realization finally hit Bridget that her son had been saved by Captain America.

Two Weeks Later

Bridget had been worried about moving away from Boston.

It was the only place that Landon had ever lived and she worried that the distance it put between him and his father - while certainly not insurmountable - would ruffle feathers, but after having a month to settle in, she was feeling very happy with her decision.

At four and a half, Landon was pretty unaware of the change in scenery, but Bridget could see the benefits already. They had a backyard - something their previous condo and even his dad’s townhouse couldn't offer him- and the streets were quiet and peaceful, their neighbours were friendly and greeted them every time they saw them, and it just felt safer and more free than life in the big city. Of course, there were times when she missed the convenience of city life and the drive to drop Landon off at the daycare he went to three days a week in the city was slightly more of a trek than it used to be, but so far she was feeling confident that the move was going to be worth it.

However, as the cold wind whipped around her at a park in the middle of winter, she was somewhat regretful of her choice to hype up all the potential for outdoor fun they could have in their new town. They’d driven past the playground several times since they’d arrived and every time Landon excitedly asked when they’d be able to go. Considering it was February and barely thirty-five degrees, Bridget had put him off the idea for as long as she could, but when they’d woken up that morning to a bright, sunny day with clear blue skies, it had been his first request. It didn’t matter to him that it was freezing cold and due to snow again any minute, the sun was out and he was ready to explore his new town.

His enthusiasm was hard to ignore and that was how Bridget found herself sitting on the top of a picnic table - bundled up as well as she could possibly be despite the shivers that still ran through her body - as she watched Landon bound around the playground. The sight of the joy on his face eased her suffering slightly as a small group of kids had quickly taken him under their wing. With his daycare being in the city, Bridget was eager for him to make some friends in their new town as well, but she knew that he’d inherited her slight nervousness around new people. He was usually great with adults, but when it came to kids his own age, he was more hesitant and shy about joining in. The kids that he’d buddied up with that day seemed very open and friendly and Bridget was happy to see that they’d barely given him time to be apprehensive before inviting him to play with them - even though she had a feeling that the dog they had with them and were currently chasing around was probably Landon’s biggest motivation for letting his guard down.

A smile slid onto her face as the dog in question jumped up to lick Landon’s cheek and she could hear his wild giggles floating across the field towards her, but the hood of her puffy coat was pulled so tightly around her face that she didn’t even notice the man approaching her until she felt the table creak and heard his voice.

“You look frozen…”

Her current lack of peripheral vision forced her to turn her entire head to see who had joined her on her little perch, but she was happy to see a familiar face when she realized it was the same stranger she’d met at the grocery store a couple of weeks earlier.

“I am frozen,” Bridget admitted. “It was sunny when we got here, but now that dark cloud has rolled in and blocked the warm patch of sun that I was sitting in.”

“Yeah, apparently the forecast has changed now,” Chris informed her. “We’re supposed to get snow tonight.”

“Gross,” Bridget wrinkled her nose. “I’m ready for spring. Landon barely seems to notice the cold, but I’m much more of a warm weather person.”

“I got that impression,” Chris smirked, gesturing to her heavy duty winter gear that she did have to admit was probably more suited to a ski hill than a playground. “But I would have to agree. I think kids just move too fast, they don’t stop long enough to feel the cold.”

“That’s probably true. I can’t feel my toes enough to run around right now, but maybe I’ll test your theory the next time I get dragged out into arctic temperatures.” Her dramatic words and the shiver of dread that ran through her earned a chuckle that had a smile sneaking onto her face, but as she glanced around the fairly empty playground she posed a question. “Are you here with your kids?”

It was odd knowing that she knew more about the relative stranger sitting beside her than he did about her and she felt almost guilty for having the upper hand, but from her brief research after their last encounter, Bridget was fairly certain that he didn’t have any children. However, asking why a single, childless man was hanging around a playground alone seemed like a ruder question.

“Nah, I don’t have any kids of my own,” he answered, confirming her suspicions. “I’m here with my niece and nephews.”

“Oh, right, I remember you mentioning them,” Bridget nodded, thinking back to their conversation at the store. “Do you spend a lot of time with them?”

“As much as I can,” Chris smiled. “I…travel a lot for work, but whenever I’m home I like to hangout with them.”

His hesitation had opened the door - given Bridget an opportunity to explain that she knew who he was and there was no need to beat around the bush - but if he was choosing not to be forthcoming with that information then she was happy to ignore it.

“That’s sweet, I bet they like having you around.”

“I think so, and they’re great kids so it’s nice for me too.” There was a proud edge to his voice, but a sheepish look slid onto his face as he glanced over to where Landon was playing with his new friends. “They’re actually playing with your son right now, the dog’s mine though.”

A wave of realization washed over Bridget as it did make sense considering the only other people crazy enough to be at the park on a day that cold were a couple of older kids playing on the playground.

“Landon loves dogs so I think that was a big draw,” Bridget smiled. “But they seem really nice. Landon sometimes takes a while to come out of his shell, but he warmed up to them really quick. I was worried about him making friends around here so I’m happy to see him joining in.”

“They seem to be getting along great,” Chris agreed. “But, hey, if you wanna give me your number then I can pass it on to my sister for you? They don’t live too far away and I know she’s always setting them up on playdates and looking for more friends too.”

His suggestion briefly caught Bridget off guard as a request for her number was the last thing she expected to come out of his mouth, but as he slipped his phone out of his pocket and opened a new contact - ready for Bridget to share her information - her brain reined in her imagination and she realized that his reasoning was actually really sweet. They were basically strangers and if anything, she owed him a favour for helping Landon the first time they met, yet he’d taken the time to approach her again and was willing to go out on a limb for her in an effort to help her and Landon adjust to their new home. Flashing him a smile, Bridget rattled off her number before voicing her appreciation.

“Thank you for that, but if you do pass it on then please tell her that there’s no pressure. I know how busy life can be with one kid, she might not have time to take in any strays while she’s trying to raise three.”

“I’ll let her know, but Carly likes to keep busy so I’m sure she’ll find the time,” Chris assured her, chuckling at her request. “But anyway, how are you guys settling in? How long have you been here now?”

“About a month,” she informed him. “And we’re settling in very nicely. It took a little time to adjust, but it’s been great to be out of the city.”

“It’s a lot quieter, that’s for sure,” Chris nodded in agreement. “But of all the towns around here, what made you pick this one? If you don’t mind me asking…”

“Work, mostly,” she admitted. “I knew I wanted to raise Landon outside of the city so I applied for jobs in a few different places and out of all the ones that were offered to me, the one here seemed like the best fit.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m a librarian.”

“Really?” The surprise was written all over his face. “Aren’t you a little…”

He trailed off as he was clearly trying to find a delicate way to finish his question and Bridget smiled as she took pity on him.

“Ugly?” She supplied. “Ordinary? Frumpy?”

The surprise on his face shifted quickly into shock as he shook his head.

“No, the opposite actually,” he insisted. “I was gonna say young and attractive, but clearly I’ve been going to the wrong places if you’re considered ‘ugly’ in the library world.”

“Oh…” Bridget felt her cheeks heat up at his complimentary words and rushed to explain her unintended self-deprecation. “Most people joke about the whole ‘sexy librarian’ stereotype so I always feel like I don’t represent very well.”

“Well, to be honest, most of the librarians that I’ve met have been pushing retirement so I’d say you’re doing pretty well.”

“Compared to women in their sixties?” Bridget smirked. “I think that was almost a compliment, but I’m not entirely sure.”

“It was meant to be,” he assured her, flashing her a wink that she was embarrassed to admit pulled a giggle from her lips. “That sounds like an interesting job though, how’d you get into it?”

“By being a dork,” Bridget joked. “I really love reading and I spent a lot of time at the library when I was a kid so it’s just always something that I wanted to be a part of.”

The full explanation was more layered. There were reasons she’d spent so much time at the library as a child - reasons why it had been such a meaningful safe haven for her - but that was too much to share in polite conversation with someone she’d just met so she settled for the abridged version and was relieved when Chris accepted her answer with a smile.

“I’d say libraries are definitely underrated,” he mused. “I know I definitely don’t make as much time for reading as I probably should.”

“Most adults don’t,” Bridget nodded. “Myself included, if I’m being honest. I run the children’s section so I’m in charge of all the programs and events for kids which means I have to keep up to date on all the latest kid’s books, but it doesn’t leave a lot of time for books targeted at my own age group. It’s fun though, I think reading is important and it’s nice to help kids see how much fun it can be.”

“It is important,” Chris agreed. “And it’s always rewarding when you can turn something you’re passionate about into your career.”

Bridget nodded again, but hesitated as the truth to his words provided her with the perfect segue. It was another good opportunity to broach the subject of his career and let it slip that she knew who he was and what he did for a living, but just as she opened her mouth to ask him about his own career, Landon’s voice pulled her attention away.

“Mommy! Mommy!” He called as he raced over towards the table they were sitting on. “Look! It’s snowing!”

“Is it?” Bridget had been so wrapped up in her conversation that she hadn’t even noticed, but as she tipped her head back to check, a snowflake landed on her cheek as it seemed like the snow was suddenly coming down quite fast. “Oh, wow, it is! We should probably get going before it starts to stick on the roads.”

That suggestion wiped the smile completely off of Landon’s face as he frantically shook his head.

“No, I don’t wanna go,” he insisted. “I wanna stay and play in the snow with my friends!”

His use of the word ‘friends’ almost tugged on Bridget’s heartstrings enough to convince her to let him stay, but the threat of having to drive home on roads she wasn’t entirely familiar with yet in the middle of a snow storm had her staying firm.

“I know, buddy, but we don’t want to get stuck in the snow,” she sighed. “How about we go home and have some dinner and then maybe there’ll be enough snow by then to play a little before bed.”

Landon paused as he considered her offer, but after a moment of thought he decided that it was enticing enough to agree.

“Okay,” he nodded. “But can I say goodbye?”

“Of course, but be quick, okay?” Bridget watched as Landon hurried back towards the new friends he’d just made before turning back to Chris and explaining, “I hate driving in the snow. I know it seems dramatic, but I’d rather leave now than wait for it to get worse.”

“That’s understandable,” he assured her. “It can get bad really fast sometimes, we’ll probably be leaving soon too.”

“Okay, Mommy!” Landon’s voice drifted across the field as he ran towards their car. “I’m ready!”

“I’ll be right there!” Bridget shouted back as she pushed herself up from the table and hopped off the bench, turning back to flash Chris a smile. “Well, it was nice to see you again!”

“You too,” Chris matched her smile. “Get home safe.”

Bridget returned the sentiment before offering him a somewhat reluctant wave and jogging over to where Landon was waiting on the edge of the parking lot. It was strange, she thought, how disappointed she was to have to part ways with the handsome stranger who she seemed unable to avoid, but she chalked it up to the lack of adult social interaction she’d had since their recent move and pushed the feelings out of her mind.

Two More Weeks Later

Bridget was having one of those days.

It started with a series of small annoyances - like realizing they were out of coffee just as she went to make it, burning the toast that Landon wanted to have for breakfast and dropping her phone as she hurried to get him in the car, cracking the screen in the process - but the harder Bridget tried to turn things around, the worse it seemed to get.

And Landon hadn’t made it any easier.

It was hard to tell if his attitude was due to his own bad mood or if he was just feeding off of Bridget’s frustrated energy, but to say he was grumpy would have been an understatement.

He’d spent his entire life going back and forth between his parents’ houses. Despite the slightly larger distance between them since they’d moved out of the city, it was a situation that he was very used to and never questioned. However, he chose that day to decide not to cooperate. He whined the entire drive into Boston - which, of course, had possibly record breaking levels of traffic and took more than twice as long as it should have - and put on quite a performance when Bridget dropped him off. He screamed, he cried, he begged for her not to leave and even though he’d completely calmed down by the time she managed to slip away, the whole process had been emotionally exhausting.

As she headed out of Boston towards the comfort of home, she was desperate to curl up on the couch wrapped up in a blanket with a mug of her favourite tea and spend the rest of the afternoon with one of her favourite books that might help her shake off her bad mood.

However, it seemed the universe wasn’t quite done ruining her day as she was only about ten minutes away from her driveway when smoke started coming out from under the hood of her car. She let out a groan as she pulled over and turned off the engine, but after waiting for at least fifteen minutes and trying it again, she was disappointed to see that the temperature gauge hadn’t dropped down to a reasonable level again as it had the last time. Resigning herself to the fact that she had a bigger problem on her hands than she thought, she reluctantly climbed out of the car to take a look under the hood. She wasn’t entirely sure what she was looking for as cars were absolutely not her forte and as she stared blankly at the complicated engine, the drizzling rain shifting into something that could only be described as torrential had another groan of frustration leaving her lips as tears pricked at her eyes.

She knew she needed to hold it together - just for a little bit longer - because she couldn’t sit in her car on the side of the road all day, but the stress of her horrible morning had her emotions quickly getting on top of her. She wanted to cry and scream like Landon had when she’d tried to leave him at his dad’s, but just as she was debating whether or not to give into that urge, a car pulled over on the other side of the road and a voice that was becoming very familiar called to her through the storm.

“Hey!” Chris shouted, pulling his hood up over his head as he jogged across the road. “Are you okay?”

“No,” Bridget called back, raising her voice to be heard over the sound of the heavy rain coming down around them. “My car overheated.”

“What makes you think that?”

“The smoke that was coming out of the engine,” she informed him. “It happened last week too, but it fixed itself when I let it sit for a few minutes. This time the temperature gauge won’t come back down.”

“Oh,” Chris frowned. “I know a little bit about cars, but I think that’s beyond my level of expertise. Have you called a tow truck?”

“Not yet,” she sighed. “I cracked my phone screen pretty badly this morning and the bottom half of it won’t work anymore. Makes it hard to dial.”

“Shit,” Chris flashed her a sympathetic smile. “You’re having a tough day.”

“Tell me about it…”

The words fell from her mouth as a scoff that she wasn’t even sure Chris would hear over the pouring rain as she reflected on how truly awful her day had been, but it seemed like it was about to turn around as Chris came to her rescue again.

“You can use my phone,” he offered. “And you can sit in my car while you wait for the tow truck.”

It was an enticing suggestion and not one that Bridget could really afford to refuse, but she hesitated as it seemed like a lot to ask from someone she barely knew.

“Are you sure? I’m all wet, I don’t wanna ruin your car…”

“I’m wet too,” Chris shrugged. “C’mon, let’s go before it gets worse!”

He turned to head back to his car and Bridget followed even though she wasn’t entirely sure that the rain could get worse. She was soaked through to her skin and she was grateful that Chris turned on his car to run the heating system as she settled into the passenger seat. She waited patiently for him to pull up the number of a local towing company before handing her the phone. They answered quickly, but the news was a bit disappointing as they warned her that the wait was longer than she had hoped it would be. With no other real option, she accepted that timeframe and told them where her car was currently sitting before hanging up and handing the phone back to Chris.

“It’s gonna be a while,” she informed him. “I can just wait in my car, but I appreciate you helping me out again.”

“How long did they say?”

“About an hour…”

“You’ll freeze if you sit in your car in wet clothes for that long with no heat,” Chris shook his head. “I’ll stay with you, I don’t mind.”

His tone was firm and left little room for argument - not that Bridget was particularly eager to fight him on the issue - and a sigh of relief slipped from her lips.

“Thank you,” she smiled before flashing him a sheepish look. “So, did they cast you as Captain America because you’re such a good samaritan or did you pick up the habit from him?”

Considering they were going to be trapped in the car together for an extended period of time, Bridget was eager to get the elephant in the room out in the open, but she questioned her tact slightly as his eyes widened in surprise. However, it didn’t take long for his shock to morph into a smile as a chuckle slipped from his lips.

“Ah, so you do know. I thought maybe you didn’t recognize me.”

“I didn’t realize right away, the beard is a pretty good disguise.”

“It definitely helps,” Chris agreed. “But I blend in more easily than people expect, I don’t get noticed as much as people think.”

“Even around here?”

“Well, I grew up around here so a lot of people know me,” he admitted. “But it’s different. People are pretty respectful and tend to just leave me alone.”

“I guess that’s another perk of life away from the big city,” Bridget mused before biting back a smirk. “And if they see you all the time then it’s probably not very exciting anymore. I mean, this is the third time we’ve met and it already feels less special.”

“Oh, wow,” Chris scoffed out a laugh. “I see how it is…”

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” Bridget smiled. “Please don’t kick me out of your car and abandon me in the rain.”

“I’ll let it slide this time,” Chris shot her a playful glare. “But it’ll be a long and cold wait if you’re not careful.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

A silence settled between them as Bridget struggled to calm her racing mind after her chaotic day. She’d been feeling almost completely overwhelmed by all the hurdles she’d face that day, but if it was all leading to another chance encounter with the man currently sitting beside her then she was starting to think that maybe some of the struggle was worth it. However unintentional, their regular unexpected meetings had Bridget feeling grateful to have a familiar face in their new town and she was cautiously optimistic that it could turn into some kind of friendship.

“So,” Chris started, breaking Bridget out of her thoughts. “Where’s your son today?”

“Landon? He’s with his dad,” she informed him, but something pushed her to quickly add, “But we’re not together. So we share custody, alternate weeks.”

She wasn’t entirely sure why she felt that was important information for him to have and she worried briefly that she’d overshared until a look that appeared to be intrigue crossed Chris’ face.

“That must be hard to navigate.”

“It’s not too bad most of the time,” Bridget shrugged. “There’s still a lot of love between us so we can usually work together pretty well.”

“Sometimes people just work better as friends,” Chris nodded understandingly. "Not every relationship is meant to be romantic.”

“Especially because he’s gay,” she blurted out. “He was in the closet while we were together - or maybe in denial, I’m not really sure - but when he found out I was pregnant, something changed. I guess he didn’t want to live a lie anymore.”

“Wow…” The shock on Chris’ face was a look she’d seen many times over the years whenever she explained the way her previous relationship had imploded. “That must have been a big surprise, especially with a baby on the way.”

“It was, but I can’t really blame him for his sexuality.”

“No, but I’m guessing it’s pretty rattling to find that out about someone you’re trying to build a life with.”

“Yeah…” Bridget hesitated for a moment unsure how much of the story Chris really wanted to hear, but there was something about the torrential stream of rain washing down the window and blocking out the view of the outside world that made it feel like a safe haven - a good place to share. “And, I mean, I can blame him for spending the last three months of our relationship dating someone else - a man - in an attempt to figure out what he really wanted.”

“Yeah, I’d say you can definitely blame him for that,” Chris scoffed. “It’s one thing to be confused, it’s another to work out that confusion with someone else while you’re still in a relationship.”

“I thought so,” Bridget agreed, flashing him a sad smile. “But they are still together now, so who am I to get in the way of true love?”

“I guess…”

The skepitcal look on his face and the suspicious tone in his voice told Bridget that he wasn’t entirely convinced, but she was grateful that he didn’t push the issue any further. It had hurt and it had been a very emotionally confusing time, but it was in the past and she found it was much easier to focus on Landon and just let everything else go. Whatever happened between them, he was a good dad and so was the man who was now his husband and that was what was most important.

Eager not to let any awkwardness creep in, Bridget was quick to change the subject and break the silence that was settling around them again.

“I try not to dwell on it all too much,” she admitted. “It’s better just to focus on the future like settling in here and making some friends. Which, by the way, I will hopefully be doing soon when I meet your sister.”

“Yeah?” Chris raised a questioning eyebrow as a hopeful smile slid onto his face. “I gave Carly your number, did she reach out?”

“She did,” Bridget nodded. “We’re meeting up sometime next week, I think. We were supposed to last week, but then you dragged her off to L.A. for the Oscars and she was too busy catching up on work when she got home.”

“Dragged? Was that her word?” He chuckled with a playful roll of her eyes. “As if she didn’t beg me to take her.”

“I’m just saying what I was told,” Bridget giggled as she shrugged. “But it’s nice of you to take your siblings to events like that, instead of whatever hot model you’re dating this month.”

She was fishing for information - purely out of curiosity, to get to know the man she seemed unable to avoid and not for any ulterior motives, she told herself - but if Chris knew what she was doing, he took the bait anyway.

“Oh, is that what you think of me? A new girl every month?”

“Well, you’re a pretty okay looking guy,” she teased. “I imagine you have a pretty constant stream of women throwing themselves at you.”

Her assumption pulled a bark of laughter from Chris and the sound had Bridget biting back a grin as it sent a flush of warmth through her body.

“It’s not constant, but I do okay,” he admitted, but while the smirk on his face was cocky, there was a playful element to it that Bridget found reassuring. “There’s no one at the moment though, I’ve been single for a while now.”

“Sometimes it’s good to take some time and just focus on yourself.”

“It is,” Chris agreed, shooting her a sly look that didn’t go unnoticed. “What about you?”

“Me?”

“Yeah,” Chris smirked. “Are you focusing on yourself right now?”

“I guess so,” Bridget shrugged. “Even though I’d probably say I’m more focused on Landon considering he takes up most of my time and emotional energy and that doesn’t leave much time to focus on anything romantically.”

She left out the fact that she hadn’t focused on anything romantic since her relationship with Landon’s father had fallen apart. Being completely single for about five years wasn’t really something she was particularly proud of, but Landon had really been her main priority since he came into the world and she was proud of her determination to put him first. It wasn’t until recent months - now that Landon was older and less needing of her undivided attention - that she was starting to realize how much she missed the comfort and excitement of a meaningful adult relationship, but taking the leap after being single for so long was an intimidating step and she was thankful when Chris didn’t press her with any follow up questions.

“That’s understandable,” he nodded. “I know how hard it can be to balance dating with a busy schedule and I’d bet that being a mom doesn’t leave you with a lot of free time.”

“It definitely doesn’t. I mean, I do have a little more time when he’s with his dad, but I usually end up just catching up on work or doing the other five hundred things that I don’t have time to do when he’s with me.” Bridget smiled as he chuckled, but she quickly turned the conversation back onto him. “It must be hard for you too though. Even when you have a bit more free time, your notoriety must make dating a little more complicated than it is for most people.”

“It can,” Chris admitted. “I have to be a little extra cautious, but I think I’m a pretty good judge of character so - as I said - I do okay.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Bridget informed him, fighting to keep a straight face. “I was worried that such a handsome face was being wasted on a life of loneliness.”

“Yeah?” Chris raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by her faux concern as she nodded. “Well, you can rest easy, I do just fine.”

“You mentioned that once or twice,” Bridget reminded him. “But, what’s that saying? ‘Thou dost protest too much’? Sounds like that might be you right now…”

“That’s a fair point,” Chris chuckled. “I guess I better keep my mouth shut before I give you the wrong impression.”

“I think so,” Bridget giggled. “That would probably be wise…”

Chris dramatically mimed zipping his lip and throwing away the key, but his promise to stay silent was rather short lived. They spent the next half an hour chatting and joking and by the time the tow truck appeared Bridget was incredibly grateful that he’d chosen to stay and keep her company.

“Thank you for this,” she told him as she opened the door and braced herself to venture out into the pouring rain. “You can just add it to the list of things I owe you for.”

“You don’t owe me anything,” Chris assured her. “I’m happy to help.”

“Well, I really appreciate it,” Bridget smiled. “So, thanks again.”

She hopped out of the car and flashed him a little wave before lifting up the hood of her coat and hurrying back across the road. It wasn’t until she’d explained the situation to the driver and he’d almost finished winching her car up onto his truck that she realized Chris had never left and was walking through the rain across the road towards them.

“Everything okay?”

Chris got the question out before Bridget could ask why he was still there, but she nodded her head.

“As okay as it can be for now,” she shrugged. “He’s gonna take it to the repair shop for me, but no one will be there until the morning so there’s not much else that can be done for now.”

“Okay, do you need a ride home?”

“Oh, that’s okay,” Bridget assured him, feeling the guilt of his kindness weighing on her already. “The driver said I can ride with him into town and then I can get a cab home from there.”

“That’s crazy. I’m already right here, I may as well just drive you.”

“I can’t ask you to do that, Chris. You’ve already done so much for me.”

“It’s really not a problem,” he insisted. “Going all the way into town would be a waste of time.”

Bridget hesitated. She didn’t want to take up anymore of his day, but she had to admit that it would save her a lot of time and considering she didn’t know how much the repairs would cost, she knew it was probably wise to save the money she would have to spend on a cab. So, after a moment of thought, she reluctantly agreed.

“Are you sure?” She asked, giving him one last chance to take back his offer, but she wasn’t at all surprised when he nodded his head. “Okay, then thank you. That would be really helpful.”

They waited until her car was all ready to go and Bridget took the information from the driver that she’d need to follow up with the repair shop in the morning before they headed back to Chris’ car.

The drive back to her house was full of the same easy conversation they’d had while they waited for the tow truck and by the time Bridget was waving to Chris as she walked in her front door, she realized that her earlier bad mood had disappeared. It was refreshing to meet someone new who she seemed to have connected with so effortlessly and since her adult socialization had been limited since leaving Boston it was nice to have conversations that weren’t about Paw Patrol or Hot Wheels cars. There was something about Chris in particular that Bridget found very intriguing and exciting and she felt a flicker of hope that their current trend would continue and they’d run into each other again soon.

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jessybarnes · 1 year

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You're Not Alone

Title: You're Not Alone

Pairing: Chris Evans x F!Reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: Around 900 maybe? I'm sorry I didn't count...

Tags: Angst, fluff, panic attacks, crying, hard to breathe, stress, afraid to ask for help, and I think that's it.

Written For: @comfortember

Day 8: Afraid To Ask For Help

Dedicated To: @sarahrogersevans and @chrisevansdaughter because they're amazing and I love them ♥️

Beta(s): None

You shut your eyes tight as your try and regulate your breathing.

These stress-induced panic attacks are happening more frequently, and it's getting to the point of being unbearable.

Between your college exams, your hours being cut at work, and trying to figure out how you're going to pay your bills, it's taken a huge toll on your body and mind. You know that's what's causing them, and you also know you should ask for help, but you don't. You never do.

Because you're scared.

The only person you trust with your heart and feelings is your best friend, Chris, and even just the thought of being this vulnerable around him makes your anxiety that much worse.

Your knuckles are white as you hunch over the sink in your bathroom. The tightness in your chest makes it feel like you can't draw in a breath and it's then that you realize it's never been this bad before.

You sink to the floor and pull your phone out of your pocket with a shaky hand. You don't want to, but as scary as it is, you find Chris’s contact and hit the call button. The fear of not being able to breathe outweighs all of the other apprehension you have.

He answers on the second ring, his voice cheerful, "hey, Y/N! What's up?"

You close your eyes tight again, forcing out what you think is a complete sentence.

"C-Chris?....please....need you....c-can't breathe..."

His whole demeanor changes and his blood runs cold when he hears how distressed you sound.

"Give me ten minutes, okay? Please stay on the phone. You don't have to talk... just... please... please don't end the call."

You drop your phone on the floor next to you and try desperately to take in a deep breath, but to no avail. Every second that passes makes you feel like you're that much closer to losing the battle.

You don't even hear your front door open or Chris call out your name. He wanders aimlessly through your house until he finally finds you.

He opens the door and immediately gets on his knees in front of you, his big, warm hands cradling your face.

"Y/N? I'm here now it's okay... come on, honey, you've gotta breathe for me." His eyes scan your body for any injuries, and he breathes a sigh of relief when he finds none.

You shake your head and squeeze your eyes shut again, "can't..."

"You can, sweetheart. You're so strong, baby... I know you can do this. Come on, do it with me. Breathe in through your nose, hold it for two seconds, and then slowly breathe out through your mouth."

You look into his beautiful, blue eyes and even though it seems impossible, you try for him. His fingertips ghost over your cheek as you take slow deep breaths. Chris coaches you through them, making sure you're matching what he's doing, and soon you can feel yourself starting to calm down.

"That's it, baby... you're doing so good, Y/N."

Chris wipes the stray tears from under your eyes and sits back against the wall before pulling you into his lap. You lay against his chest and listen to the steady thump of his heartbeat while he gently rubs your back.

"Just keep breathing like this for me, okay? I've got you, sweetheart."

"...Thank you."

Chris presses a sweet kiss in your hair and holds you a bit tighter, "no need to thank me, Y/N. You're my best friend, and I love you."

You swallow the lump in your throat and tilt your head so you're looking up at him.

"I just...I didn't want to burden you with this. You're so busy with work and family and I...I just didn't want you to lose an opportunity or something because of what I'm going through..."

Chris shakes his head, "now, you listen to me, okay? You're someone I care about. We've been friends for years, and no job, no movie, or TV show is ever going to take precedence over you. So, you can get that thought out of that pretty, little head of youre, okay baby?"

He cups your cheek and looks deeply into your eyes. "I don't care what day it is. I don't care what time it is. If you need anything...absolutely anything, you call me. I'm always going to be there for you. Day, night, rain, sleet, snow, it doesn't matter. I'll drop everything for you, honey."

You hug him tight and bury your face in his neck.

"I love you too, Chris. So much..."

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hiddenwritingsintheworld · 9 months

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Midnight Rain Ch.1

Rich Mans World Series | Man After Midnight Series | Chapter 1 | Donations | Thoughts & Feelings

Authors Note: FINALLY!!! I finished this chapter this morning and just couldn't wait to release it!!!

*****TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!!!!*****

“Things are looking great. Strong heartbeat, baby is measuring about a week later than what you are. Still don’t want to know the sex?” you smiled, shaking your head. “Nope, leave it as a surprise for my shower.” you said as Brooke grinned.

You sent the photo to Chris, ‘28 weeks. Everything looks good. Baby is measuring around 29 weeks. Shower is Sunday at 2pm.’ the message was read but not responded to. “We should get back before sunday.” you told Brooke as she walked in with bags packed. “Jet’s gonna take off in about 30 minutes. We gotta go.”

Brooke sat in the uncomfortable recliner, quietly reading the newspaper, glancing at her phone ever so often. “Hey,” Sebastian's voice broke through silence as he entered the room. “I got you some coffee.” he handed her the cup and sat down in the chair beside her. Brooke smiled softly at him. “Thank you,”

“Ah! Do you love it?!” Brooke grinned as you held up the little black leather jacket. “Its so cute!!” you gasped grinning at it. The doorbell rang and then the door opened.

“How’s everything going?” Sebastian asked softly, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to Brookes head. “She’s doin okay, finally went back to sleep after the nightmare.” Brooke whispered as she stepped out in the hallway with Sebastian as he nodded. “Glad to hear she’s finally back asleep, she needs the rest after everything she’s been through.” he sighed looking down the hallway.

“He called me again.” he spoke quietly, Brooke looked at him. “Jesus. What’s he want?” she crossed her arms as he leaned against the wall. “Wants to talk to her…ask her how everything is goin….check in on the baby…” he shoved his hands in his pockets, jonesing for a cigarette right about now.

Brooke had told him on their first date that cigarettes were a turn off for her. Seb threw his pack out the window the second he’d pulled out of her driveway from dropping her off at her parents house. He’d fallen in love with her that night and didn’t want to jeopardize that.

Brooke put her head in her hands, “We can’t keep lying to him, we’re going to have to tell him.” She looked up at him with a heartbroken look in her eyes. Sebastian looked down. “Fine, I’ll go call him and tell him to come over.” Brooke nodded and began to walk downstairs toward the kitchen. “Do we really think that's best? Why don't you meet him somewhere besides here and tell him?”

Chris held out a hand as several of his men carried in beautifully wrapped gifts, the room quieted down and everyone watched as he walked over taking a seat amongst all the other women. “Sorry we’re late, my gift wrapper was a little slower today.” he smiled as you glared at him.

Sebastian took a seat at the island in the kitchen and shook his head, “Because he’ll want to see her, talk to her, ask….he’s been going nuts not hearing from her.” He groaned, running a hand through his hair. “If we do this, we do it today.” Brooke sighed, rubbing her eyes.

“Do what?” you asked from the doorway, causing Brooke and Seb both to turn and stare at you with wide eyes.

***

“Hey you’re doing great!” Anthony said, watching Chris bend his right arm down and slowly wrap his hand around a pop can. Chris winched as the therapist smiled. “That’s enough for today, you did great Chris. Just keep working on your exercises at home and I’ll see you back here on Friday.” She said as Chris slowly walked with his cane beside Anthony toward the door. The walk was silent to the car, Anthony keeping a slow pace to stay beside Chris. As he helped Chris into the car, and climbed into the drivers side, he instantly turned on the air conditioning, letting the inside begin to cool from the stale summer air. “I wanted to let you know that Sebastian called this morning, he wants you to come by today, and says he needs to talk with you about a few things.” Anthony said as Chris looked over at him. “Well lets get over there.” he said as Anthony shook his head. “Told him not right now…said you just got out of therapy and you’re tired.” he said switching lanes as they drove toward the outskirts of town, toward Chris’s house. “I’m fine, take me to see my wife dammit.”

***

“Y/N…we need to tell you something, there was a fire at Chris’s house…about 3 months ago…the same night that…um…well when the incident happened. Well…you might notice some scarring on Chris. He got trapped in the fire and his right arm as well as his right leg got burned.” Sebastian told you as he sat you down on the couch.

You stared at him and slowly nodded. “Okay,” you responded emotionlessly. That’s how you’d been since the incident. “Are you okay, Y/N?” Brooke asked, sitting beside you on the couch. You looked over at her, your face held nothing on it, “Yeah.” you said in a monotone voice. She could see the look behind your eyes though, the anger and sadness that fill them both. You looked back at Sebastian blinking slowly and you asked “When will he be here?” you spoke quietly. Seb looked at you before looking at his phone and with a heavy sigh, replied “in about 5 minutes.”

When Chris got there, Seb met him at the door. Chris looked at him surprised before shaking his hand and exchanging small talk, but he couldn’t wait to see you. See how big your 9 month belly would be, to talk to the baby, talk to you…he couldn’t wait. You’d been dodging his calls and texts for months, denying him access to you and his child.

Chris came into the living room, Brooke was coming in from the kitchen, carrying a tray with cups, a kettle, and some snack cakes. She set the tray on the sandy colored coffee table, that no doubt you’d picked out, always liking the lighter color. “Chris..it’s so nice to see you again.” Brooke said, holding her arms out for a hug as she walked toward him. “It’s been a while since we’ve last seen each other. Please, have a seat.” She said motioning to the couch that you stood behind staring out of the french doors watching it rain. “Just a second,” he said, brushing her off. He walked toward you, stopping when he was just a few feet away.

“Y/N…how have you been?” he asked as Brooke looked from the two of you to Sebastian who ran a hand over his face. “How’s the baby?” Chris asked with a small smile. You and the baby were the only reason he’d survived that night if he was being honest with himself. He fought for everything that night, prayed that if he made it out alive, he’d change, be a better man, for you and the baby you’d both created.

You didn’t answer him, you didn’t even move from your spot. “Y/N?” he called out, stepping closer. “Don’t.” you said suddenly. “Do not come anywhere near me.” your voice broke and you let out a gut wrench sob before you turned and looked at him. Chris’s eyes fell from your face to your belly, and instantly his blood ran cold. “Y/N…..Honey, what happened? Did you go into labor early?” he prayed that you’d just forgotten to call him and let him know the baby had been born.

“Chris…sit down.” Brooke said from behind him. Chris stared at you for a minute before he turned away from you; knowing you weren’t going to speak to him, and deep down, he knew why. “Chris, can you tell us what happened to you?” Brooke asked as she poured him a cup of coffee. “Well, two masked men broke in and attacked me in my-our bedroom.” He said, dropping his eyes.

“Uh…they beat me and set the house on fire.” Chris said as he looked back at Brooke and Seb. They knew he wasn’t telling the whole truth, but maybe that wasn’t something anyone but you were meant to know. “I’m glad to see you’re okay though,” Brooke commented trying to fill the unavoidable and thick silence.

Chris nodded before he turned and looked over his shoulder at you; You were staring directly at him. “When did it happen?” you asked quietly. “3 months ago. When did you have the baby?” Chris asked again. “Chris…” Brooke called to him, trying to get him to leave you alone. You hadn’t talked about the incident with her or Sebastian and she found it hard to believe you’d just open right up to him after everything that happened. He glanced from you to her, “What?” he snapped and looked at Brooke and Sebastians faces, the look they held.

You bolted for the stairs, tears in your eyes as you ran up them, down the hall to your bedroom and slammed the door. “Dammit!” Brooke jumped up before she looked at Sebastian. “Are you going to tell him or do I have to?!” Sebastian looked at Chris before looking up and meeting Brooke's eyes. She scoffed at him before whipping around and faced Chris. “Her little girl was cut from her belly and murdered.” She snapped at him before rushing after you.

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sarahrogersevans · 1 year

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Miscommunications- slightly mean!Chris Evans xreader Fan Fic

Summary: Chris and Y/N meet at a new movie job and Chris is a little mean to her and Y/N takes it personally and chris notices she’s upset and goes over to talk to her

Warnings: Angst, mentions of crying a bit, slightly mean Chris, some swearing, happy ending, let me know if i miss anything

~Y/N’s POV~

I got hired for a new movie and I was really excited yet super nervous because I’d be working with Chris Evans, I was so excited but really nervous because he was captain america. Before I got to the studio I had practiced what I was gonna say to him when I saw him. I saw Chris standing in the other room with a few other people and I went to go talk to everyone and I said “hi, I’m Y/N I’m here for the movie project.” One of the people said “oh right hello nice to meet you ok great everyone is here.” Chris looked at me and nodded and said “hey.” I wasn’t sure if it was just me overthinking but how he said hi to me seemed kinda rude but I was nice and said “it’s nice to meet you Chris.” I waited for him to respond but he just gestured with a nod and turned away and started talking with a few of the other people again so I went over by sone other people and I mingled for a bit and we practiced our lines. In between practicing I noticed Chris would stare at me from across the room sometimes and I would look at him wondering what he was thinking and I was still kinda sad our first conversation didn’t go as I was hoping.

They called lunch break a bit later on and a few tables were set up with food and plates so I went to go get something and I noticed Chris standing next to me and I looked at him and said “hey again. How’s it going?” Chris looked at me for a second and shrugged his shoulders and said “it’s going ya know?” I started feeling like he didn’t even wanna talk to me or maybe even hated me though I wasn’t sure why and I started crying but tried to keep myself together and ate lunch at a table alone and checked my messages a bit and ignore Chris.

~Chris’s POV~

I felt bad for not talking to Y/N I really liked her when she first cane in I just didn’t know how to tell her that or how to even act around her and she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve met, I saw her sitting by herself and decided to go fix how I left things with her because I feel like I was a jerk to her and I could tell she was a bit upset, I got up and said to myself, “ok lets go we’re gonna go talk to her.” I walked over to the table she was sitting at and I said “hey, mind if I sit down?” Y/N looked up at me with a nervous look and said “yea, of course Chris..” I sat down by her and looked at her making sure to smile and said “hey so I wanted to apologize Y/N, how I interacted with you wasn’t fair and I’m sorry I really am. When you first got here I likes you and thought you were sweet and I thought maybe we could start over snd if you like, we could read our lines together?” She smiled at me which I took as a good sign.

Y/N got her script out and said “hey, before we start I just wanted to say thank you for coming to apologize and just you smiling at me made my day.” I blushed at her and said “hey you’re welcome I want you to feel like you’re welcome here and I’m glad I could make you smile, ready?” She nodded and we read our lines back and forth for a while and whenever she read one of het lines I couldn’t help but smile at her I loved listening to her talk. Y/N stopped and said “Chris? You ok there?” I realized I was staring at her and got out of thoughts feeling embarrassed and said “yea I’m fine I’m sorry I just loved how you were reading your lines doll, very passionate you’re amazing.” Y/N looked surprised and said “oh, thank you Chris that’s really sweet of you to say but I’m not as good as you.” I put my hand on hers and said “hey, listen to me Y/N ok? You are an amazing actress I’ve sewn your work and listening to you reading here I’m even more impressed and never doubt yourself ok? I mean it.” Y/N started crying got up and cane over to hug me which caught me off guard but I liked that she hugged me so I hugged her back and Y/N said “thank you so much Chris! That means so much to me coming from you! Though you’re still a jerk sometimes..” I pulled her in closer holding her & I pulled away for a second so I could look at her and I said “no need to thank me sweetheart I meant every word, and I know I’m sorry again about the miscommunication hun by the way if this is not too out of line would you maybe wanna go out with me? I really like you Y/N and I would love to spend more time with you.”

Y/N smiled and said “You must be reading my mind Chris because I was gonna ask you that as well, and I like you too and I would love to go out with you sir.” I felt relieved that she felt the same way I was so nervous about asking her god she’s adorable. I got my phone and had us switch numbers and I kissed het cheek before I left I winked at her and I said “I’ll see you soon doll I promise.”

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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y/n has scars on their back/shoulders (battle scars, from going on many missons together.). one day y/n has their back exposed, in a dress. at a private gathering, and lloyd hugs them from behind, kissing down y/n's back. when y/n asks what lloyd is doing, tang replies “no one has ever kissed them before, so I’m doing it now.”

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summary - lloyd doesn't like when people make his wife feel insecure about her scars.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

When Y/n and Lloyd Hansen entered the room, it seemed time had stopped. Why wouldn’t it? The couple looked like they were carved by gods, with Y/n wearing an off-white, beige backless dress and Lloyd wearing his signature white pants with the tightest black turtleneck you could get. No man or woman would dare try to make moves on either one, knowing how possessive they were of each other.

After a while of being at this gathering, Y/n walked over to the bar and ordered herself a vodka. Ignoring all the whispers and murmurs about the scars on her back, the woman might be someone you wouldn’t want to cross, but she was insecure like everyone else.

Lloyd glared at the people gossiping about his wife, wishing he could kill them all, but that would be bad for business, and he couldn’t afford to lose all of his money now, not when he plans to have a big family with the woman of his dreams. Instead, he saunters over to Y/n, his arms slithering around her form, and he leans down to place soft kisses against the jagged scars. Lloyd starts with the ones along her shoulders before kissing down to the ones covering her gorgeous back.

Y/n sighs, her hands are resting on his arms that hold her close. “Lloyd, what are you doing? People are talking.” She breathes out, feeling her heart warm at the loving gesture. Her head tilts back, letting her husband continue his mission, knowing he doesn’t mean any harm.

Lloyd pulls back, coming up until his mouth is near her ear and whispers. “No one has ever kissed them before, so I’m doing it now.” His long, rough fingertips run along the scars. “You won't let me when we’re home, even though you got them saving my ass. So I’m showing everyone they can stare and talk all they want.” Lloyd spins you around, staring deep into your eyes, his hand coming up, and he grips your chin. “But in my eyes, you are a goddess and always will be, even with those scars.”

Y/n smiles, grabbing the back of his neck and bringing Lloyd into a passionate kiss. “I love you, handsome.”

“I love you too, pumpkin.”

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marvelgurl · 2 years

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Finding Out

Pairing: Chris Evans X Reader

Word Count: 2530

Warnings: Fluff, Sick Reader, Hiding a Pregnancy from Spouse, Insecure Reader, Scott being the best, Language, Angst, Talk of blood and urine tests,

A/N: This is Part 1 in the Adventures of Baby Evans Series. I wrote Surprise! for Chris’s 40th birthday, that is actually going to be part 2 of the series. I know this is a lot backwards, but I didn’t think about it until after I wrote the birthday post.

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For the past week you have been waking up feeling nauseous. You would wake up in the middle of the night, when the feelings started bubbling up inside you. Not wanting to wake Chris you wouldn’t use the master bathroom; you would go down the hall and use the other one. You would make sure to clean everything up before heading back to bed.

You were trying to think what it could be. You were really hoping that you didn’t have Covid, that was still lingering around. You don’t know if you and Chris would be able to be away from each other for the ten days or longer. That would also mean that Chris would have to cancel everything for his birthday. Not that he would care about that, he would be more worried about you.

Later that day you went to the doctor’s office, they had you take a rapid covid test, just to rule it out. Once it was done you went to wait in your car until you got your results back. When you got your negative results, this made you worry a little more.

After getting your results, you went to the store to pick up something for lunch, as well as something for your stomach. As you were walking down the medicine aisles, something caught your eye. The little white and blue box was just sitting on the shelf. It was as if the box was taunting you.

There is no way… Right?

You stare at the box for what feels like an eternity. You did a mental count down before snatching it off the shelf and heading to check out.

Once you were out to your car, putting the stupid box into your bag. You drove home, when you pulled into the driveway you didn’t see Chris’s car, so you were a little relieved. You quickly gathered all of your bags and headed inside. You put things away and pulled the box out of your bag, before heading upstairs to your bathroom. You followed the instructions, then set a timer.

When it was close to the timer going off, you heard your front door open and Chris yelling for you.

“Honey! I’m home!”

When you didn’t respond, he walked up the stairs calling for you again. Seeing the bathroom door closed, he walked over and knocked on the door.

“Honey are you in there?”

“Yeah, I will be out in a minute.” You were able to keep your voice even, which surprised you because of how nervous you were.

“Okay, I’m going to go outside with Dodger for a little while.”

“Cool, I’m going to make lunch when I’m done in here.”

“Oh, do you want any help?”

“No, just go have fun with Dodger.”

“Okay. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You heard him leave and start heading down the stairs when your timer went off. You started thinking about if you were ready to have a baby. You know Chris wants to have kids; you guys have talked about it a few times.

Now that you were sitting in your bathroom, waiting to find out if you are pregnant. You were starting to second guess everything. You let out a sigh before picking up the stick. Your other hand moved to cover your mouth to muffle the noise you made.

PREGNANT.

You felt tears welling up in your eyes. Your heart was beating a little faster and you had butterflies in your stomach. All of the worries you had moments ago, just melted away. You set the stick down and started fanning your face to try and stop all of the happy tears from falling.

“Oh wow.”

You start laughing, once you had composed yourself. You hid the test so Chris wouldn’t find it. Now you have to figure out how to tell him, but first you wanted to make an appointment with your doctor to be a hundred percent. You didn’t tell Chris just in case it was a false positive.

You quickly went about your day like you just didn’t find out life changing news. You made lunch for you and Chris, then you spent the rest of the day as a lazy day, Chris and Dodger were all for that.

A few days later, you were at your doctor’s office. After getting checked in and called back, your mind kept going in circles. You heard a knock on the door that pulled you out of the useless thoughts you were having. The door opened and your doctor’s head popped in with a smile across her face.

“Hello Y/n. I heard a congratulations is in order.” She walked in and started pulling up your file on her computer.

“Well, that’s what I’m here to find out for sure.”

You were trying to not get your hopes up just in case you weren’t pregnant. You really couldn’t sleep last night, you were tossing and turning for a few hours. Eventually you ended up getting out of bed so that you didn’t wake up Chris. You didn’t go back to bed until the early hours of the morning, when Chris came down the stairs to find you laying down on the couch.

“Well, there are a few ways we can do this. The most obvious would be a run of the mill pregnancy test, but I’m guessing that you already did that. Then there is a urine test, or a blood test. The blood test usually take a few days to get the results back. The fastest test is the urine test which only takes two to three minutes. They are both ninety nine percent accurate, so it comes down to a matter of preference. Some women choose the urine test because its faster or they don’t like needles. Then there are women that take the blood test because they don’t want to pee into a cup.”

“Okay, I’m okay with the urine test. I want to know as soon as possible.”

“Then let’s get this started.”

She went to the cabinets to look for the infamous cup. After she wrote your name on the cup, she handed it to you. She had you follow her to the bathroom just down the hall. Once you were done, you put it into the little window and headed back to the room you came out of.

After what felt like forever, your doctor came back into the room with her computer cart. She greeted you once again, before she typed away at her computer to pull up your results.

“Okay, let’s see here.” You were practically bouncing in your seat. “Well Mrs. Evans, it looks like you are in fact pregnant.”

She looked over to you with a smile on her face, only for it to fall. You were slightly in shock, even after taking the home test you still couldn’t believe it.

“Y/n? Are you alright?” She moved over in front of you.

“Yeah.” You let out a breathy sigh. Your eyes started tearing up, you brought your hands to your face. You let out a small laugh and you couldn’t keep the smile from your face. “I’m gonna have a baby.”

“Yes, you are. You are gonna be a momma. Let me see if we can get you an ultrasound and find out just how far along you are.” She started typing into her computer. “Well, there are a few options. There is one that is two weeks from now.” She looked to you.

“That’s not going to work. I will be out in California for work in just over a week.”

“Okay. Then there is only one option, unless you want to wait till you come back. You could even go to a doctor out there for the ultrasound.”

“No, I would rather have it done here, and I don’t want to wait. What is the only option that I have?”

“In about ten minutes from now.”

“Oh.” You were a little bit shocked that that was even an option. “Okay let’s do that. Can we also make an appointment for June 14th? I’m gonna try to be back in town for my husband’s birthday on the 13th, I want to surprise him for his birthday.”

“Okay, we can do that. If you can’t make it just call and let us know.”

“I will.”

She quickly called down to have one of the ultrasound machines ready for when the two of you went down there. She grabbed you a pair of scrubs for you to change into. Once you were ready to go, she walked you to the room where the ultrasound tech was waiting.

“Hello Mrs. Evans.” She had a smile on her face as you entered.

“Hello.”

“I’m going to have you come and sit on this bed so we can get started.”

You followed her instructions. She moved the bed into a laying down position. She asked you to lift your shirt up just a little bit, so she could put the gel on your stomach. She did give you a warning that it would be cold. Even with the warning you still jumped a little.

“Okay let’s see your baby.”

She put the ultrasound camera onto you, moving it around to find your baby. When she did you could hear a loud and fast pounding. You looked at the monitor, you saw what you could only describe as a peanut shape blob. The ultrasound tech pointed to it.

“There’s your baby. From the size, I would say that you are about eight weeks along.”

You didn’t even realize you had started crying until you were handed a tissue.

“I’m going to print a few photos for you, and we can get you out of here.” She grabbed some paper towels to wipe off the gel.

“Thank you.”

After a few minutes, you were able to collect yourself and head home. Now that you had a one hundred percent confirmation that you were pregnant, you were already thinking of ideas to surprise Chris with the news. The problem is that you have to leave in just over a week to go back to California to do reshoots. So, once you were home, you decided to get your partner in crime involved.

“Hello?”

“Hey Scott. I was wondering if you wanted to meet up for a late lunch today?”

“That sounds amazing. I finally get to hang out with my favorite sister.”

“You better not let Carly and Shanna hear you say that.”

“It’s fine, I’m sure they already know it.”

“I don’t think they do, but okay. So how about we meet in a half hour at our favorite place?”

“Absolutely, I will see you soon. Bye.”

“Bye.”

You quickly got ready to go meet Scott. When you were about to put your shoes on Chris comes around the corner.

“Hey Beautiful, where are you headed off to?”

“Hi handsome, I am going to go have lunch with your brother and then go run some errands before I have to leave for LA.”

“Oh ok. Have fun, but not too much fun. I know how much trouble you two are when you get together.” He walked over to you leaning down to bringing you into a sweet kiss.

“Hey!” You give him a light smack on the chest. “We are not trouble. You are the troublemaker here Mr. Evans.”

“Only because you corrupted me Mrs. Evans.”

“You are such a dork.” You laughed. “Alright, I will talk to you later.” With that you left the house.

You don’t know why you were nervous. Chris’s family have been pestering the two of you for years now, on when you were going to have kids. Scott and Lisa were the main ones, but this feels different for some reason.

You beat Scott to the little café; you grabbed a table to wait for him to show up. It wasn’t too long of a wait. You were looking up ideas on your phone when you heard your name being called.

“Y/nn.” Scott squealed, you got up to hug him. “It has been too long.”

“Hi Scott, I know we really need to hang out more when I come back from California.” The two of you sat down.

“Yes, we should. So, how have you been?”

“I have been good.” You gave him a soft smile. He gave you a slightly worried look.

“Okay, not that I don’t love the impromptu lunch dates. Believe me I do, what’s going on?”

“You know me too well Scotty.” You let out a sigh, as you looked away from him.

“Come on, out with it.” You looked back to him.

“I’m pregnant.”

The look on his face was absolutely priceless, it caused you to start to tear up. The amount of joy that he had was astounding. He let out a squeal before getting up to hug you. You leaned back slightly and pulled the ultrasound photo out of your purse and handed it to him.

“Oh my gosh! That’s amazing!” He let you go to sit back down; he was just staring at the photo. After a few seconds he looked up with a confused look. “When did you guys find out? Wait Why is Chris not here too if you were going to tell me?”

“He doesn’t know yet.” You looked down at the table.

“What?!”

“Scott, I just found out. I know this is going to sound stupid, but I don’t know if he wants kids right now. Especially with everything going on, I don’t want it to add to his stress level. I mean its not like we haven’t talked about it before, and we weren’t even trying. I just…”

“Y/n hunny, stop.’ You stopped and looked up at him. “Let me tell you something. My brother wants to have kids with you, he isn’t going to care when it happens. In his own words “Chris wants to be a daddy.” This caused you to giggle. “I hate that I just said that, but he loves you and he is going to be over the moon when he finds out you’re pregnant. He has told me and ma many times that he can’t wait to be a dad. At one point he was talking to us about how he was afraid to ask you if you guys could start trying.”

“What? No, he didn’t.”

“He did, you can ask Ma.”

“Thank you, for being here for me. I know that that was completely irrational, and I’m sorry.”

“You’re welcome and no it wasn’t. Now let’s get some food and talk about how you are going to tell Chris.”

“Yes, I am starving.”

For the next hour, the two of you were talking about what you should do. Once you settled on an idea that you really liked, you put that plan into motion. When you had ordered part of the surprise you made sure to send it to Scott just so Chris wouldn’t know anything about it.

Now you just needed everything to work out on the film side so that you can make it home for Chris’s birthday.

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ramp-it-up · 2 years

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Chubby Dumpling

Summary: Chris misses his chubby dumpling.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader RPF

Warnings: Warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI. SMUT, RPF. FaceTime sex, pet names for body parts, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, mentions of female receiving oral, squirting, and p in v. Praise kink, voice kink, Dom/sub if you squint.

A/N: This drabble is a result of the following ask from @bloomingpresent :

Can we have something about him using this nickname for reader and when he actually finds out in this video that people is using it with Sebastian too he kinda gets more into it. “How’s my chubby dumpling doing?”

Today was a good day for me to be a heaux. We were blessed with the puppy interview, so I had to incorporate things from that as well as the ask, such as lyrics from Return of the Mack. Sorry not sorry. If you enjoy, let me know! 😘

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“I miss you Sweetheart.”

Chris’s soft, gentle drawl made you feel warm all over. And miss him just a little bit less.

“Mmmmm. Miss you too Baby.”

You rolled over and smiled at the sound of Chris’s voice. You opened one eye and stared at his handsome, but tired face. It was 5am in Boston, but it was 6 pm where he was.

Chris took in your sleepy morning face, hair up in a scarf; it was his favorite look on you. He only wanted to see it next to him and not 7,000 miles away through his laptop.

But he smiled wider and winked at you, making you giggle.

“How was your day?”

Chris sighed. You could tell that he was a little wound up.

“Hectic. Tons of press, seems like we spoke to a hundred different journalists.”

You woke up a bit, heart beating faster the longer you looked at Chris. Stretching while holding the phone, your white see-through tank top was revealed above the comforter.

Your man did a double take at your trapped nipples straining against the material. He was hard instantly. He moved to take off his shirt. Soon you heard the sound of his zipper. But you played it off.

“Any original, interesting questions?”

“Nothing like the puppy interview. Or that time with Seb.”

Those eyebrows started to dance and you laughed, stretching again.

“You don't remember a thing you were asked in the puppy interview. And let’s not talk about that interview with Seb..”

Chris got serious when he saw your body again. And comfortable on the bed.

“Speaking of… how’s my chubby dumpling doing?”

Chris was leaning against the headboard of the bed and his room and you could tell by the movement of his arm what he was doing.

You rolled your eyes and ignored his question.

“So what are you up to tonight?”

You bit your lip as you waited for him to answer. He played along.

“I’m gonna meet Seb for dinner in a couple of hours. Gonna have some fun in the casino.”

“Don’t have too much fun.”

Chris watched your mouth turn into a delectable pout and redoubled his efforts.

“Now, Darlin, you know that Seb’s a simp for you. He would murder me if I even look at another woman.”

“That’s right! Seb’s my boy! He knows what’s up.”

Your proud smile was so sexy.

“Luckily, you and your boy don’t have to worry about that. Especially since I have the most beautiful woman in the world to look at whenever I want on FaceTime.”

“Aw. Love it when you try to run game, Chrissy.”

“Well. I can tell when my little girl wants my pearl…”

You cracked up laughing.

“I can NOT with you Christopher!”

Chris loved to make you laugh. He fell in love with you when you were laughing.

“Yes, yes you can. Now, you tried to distract me, but I asked you a question, Sweetie.”

Chris peered at you.

“How’s my little chubby dumpling doing?”

You stopped laughing and cleared your throat.

“Chris…”

“Answer me. And you better not roll your eyes again.”

You gulped and weighed everything he said, but you were needy, missing him like crazy. So you decided to be good.

“She… she misses you…”

You ran your tongue across your bottom lip and bit it as Chris groaned.

“Well, your guy misses you too. See?”

Chris pointed his phone at your friend, who was all swollen and leaking in his hand. You grabbed and licked your lips.

“Damn, Baby. I need it.”

You were too sprung.

“Really?”

Chris’s face was in view again. His eyes were glazed over and those red lips were moist and open.

“Show me.”

You hurried to get your panties off.

“Take off that top too. Damn I wanna bite those nipples.”

Your pussy pulsed at his words and you whimpered as you pulled the tank over your head. You reached for the stand that Chris bought you for these occasions and put it between your legs on the bed. You started to knead your breasts as Chris groaned at the sight of you.

“Fuck! There she is. My little chubby dumpling. I wanna eat that fat little, tight little pussy. Look how wet she is. Spread those lips baby.”

You moaned as you did what you were told, head thrown back and leaning against the headboard, back arched.

“God! I wish I were there to see that tight pussy clench around nothing like that. I’d give it something to squeeze.”

Chris gazed at you through the phone.

“Waddya want? My fingers?”

Chris’s eyes moved from your cunt to your tits to your face, which was blissed out already.

“Uhmm hmmm…”

“Ya want my tongue? I need ya ta sit on my face”

Chris’s voice was broken now, Boston definitely coming out, and your fingers moved, collecting your wetness and spreading it around your pussy and clit.

“Christ, Chris.”

“I wanna make you squirt again. Remember the day I left?”

You struggled to catch your breath as you recalled the multiple massive orgasms Chris gave you as a going away present. Your fingers dipped into your heat as you grasped your nipple with the other hand.

“Gooooood girl. That’s so pretty Darlin, you’re doing so good. You got me hard and now I’m about to cum. Will you cum with me?”

You whimpered again. Chris’s voice was everything.

“I know what you need. You need me in that pretty little hole. You want me to stuff that chubby little dumpling full of my big, hard, cock, Baby?”

And then he panned down again, showing his hand stroking his massive cock.

“Fuck! Ye-he-YESSSSS!”

You started to cum when you saw him manhandling himself. His thick shiny head was playing peekaboo in his palm.

“Ah! Fuck! S-so hot! Don’t stop! Take it Baby!”

You rubbed yourself as long as you could while at the same time watching the magnificence of Chris’s cock and his cum spurting all over his chest and his hand.

You collapsed on your back and listened to Chris moan and tell you you were gorgeous; the phone was still set up between your legs.

“Such a beautiful sight.”

Chris laughed when you leaned up and raised your eyebrow at him. You started giggling, curling up under the covers as you got sleepy again. You watched him go to the bathroom and clean up, eyes drooping.

“Get some more rest sweetheart. I might take a nap before dinner. I love you.”

“Mmmmm. Love you too, Chrissy.”

“Take care of my chubby dumpling!”

You laughed, flipped him off across 7,000 miles and ended the call, knowing that you would get another when he went to bed.

You looked forward to a fun lunchtime FaceTiming Chris in your office.

With the door locked.

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chrisevansonly · 7 months

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𝐃𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 - 𝐈𝐧 🐣

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ʚ chris evans x momma evans x arlie mae

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ʚ well i’ve listened and heard what you’ve been missing, so here’s a little check in with our little duck…i’m working on getting some more motivation to write for this au so all i ask is for a bit of patience but i see you all missing it ;)

Arlie Mae is now 6 years old and absolutely LOVING kindergarten, she’s making so many friends, helping her teachers and starting to gain some more independence!

Wesley is a year old now, he’s walking, running and of course saying a few words here and there, though he hasn’t started talking as much as they were hoping for his age so it’s something Momma and Chris are keeping an eye on!

Momma E is working from home part time as a lawyer still, she’s taking on cases every so often and working from home has made it a lot easier to manage the kids and now that Chris is home full time they have lots of time to spend together!

They now run a full time animal rescue and sanctuary at their home! They have a small group of staff who work at the barn and have some who stay in the apartment they have above the barn for overnight watch! Though they themselves are very hands on as well!

They have another dog now too, Dodger is still as energetic as ever, and now they have a cocker spaniel named Lucy, who Arlie absolutely adores!

Arlie horseback rides now during the week, she is OBSESSED with horses and loves her riding lessons coming home and saying “momma it was so fun!” “i jumped!” “we should get a pony!” and she’s been begging for her own pony, which is something you and Chris have been talking about recently.

Wesley goes to daycare, the same as Arlie three times a week to get some exposure to being around other kids and to get used to what it will be like eventually be like to go to school! Though he isn’t talking a bunch yet he is super expressive and adores painting just like his sister!

Wesley also loves anything with his dad, Chris takes him out for little father and son dates and he just loves it. He would rather spend all day everyday with his father than doing anything else!

All in all the family has been doing super well and loving the settled down life, there have been talks of maybe expanding their family but for now they’re enjoying the quietness of the country, and themselves.

🤍🐣

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starryevermore · 2 years

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misfortune grimaces at the meek ✧ chris evans

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request: i don't know if this will be angst enough for you but... evans, second time trying relationship out with original character (is the lead singer in a band), first time he kept on assuming she was cheating with guitarrist (fans ship it) and was a bit abusive towards her, leaving emotional scars and such. they found each other once again years later, he finds out that in the middle of the first break up she had a miscarrage then idk what else… - anon

pairing: chris evans x singer!fem!reader

summary: chris only had one real regret.

word count: 1,785

warnings?: angst, (false) cheating allegations, discussion of miscarriage, not proofread

note: went slightly off the request, but i think it still follows the basic spirit of it lol

Breaking up with you was, perhaps, one of the stupidest things Chris had ever done. And, look, Chris was aware of his party phase. Hell, even outside of his party phase, in his childhood, he’d done a lot of stupid things. For Christ’s sake, he busted his brother’s head open on accident! Look, the point is: Chris knew he’d done a lot of stupid things. But a lot of those things didn’t still haunt him to do this day. A lot of those things were fun anecdotes, something he might pull out in a Jimmy Fallon interview or vaguely hint at in a press junket if he was feeling so bold. Breaking up with you though…That was easily his biggest regret.

You had been amazing. You were still amazing. He was the one who fucked everything up. Chris had gone and let his insecurities burrow under his skin, eat him from the inside out, until all that was left was a husk of a man. He knew he could trust you. Really, truly, he did. You had never given him any indication otherwise. If anything, you’d done the opposite. You were fiercely loyal. You would never do anything to hurt him in that way.

It’s just…Your bandmate—Logan. He was the guitarist in your band, and the two of you were as thick as thieves. You’d been childhood friends and, when you were in high school, you both decided to start a band. It had gone over incredibly well. And, of course, with great fame came great shipping.

It was easy to laugh about in the beginning of the relationship. It had seemed so ridiculous to Chris that your fans thought you and Logan were dating. Especially once you and Chris went public with your relationship, it seemed silly that people thought you could be dating anyone else. Chris had his insecurities, sure, but that didn’t extend to how you felt about him. Until it did.

The longer the two of you dated, the more he began to see that maybe, just maybe, your fans had a point. You and Logan were always together. The pair of you wrote nearly all of the band’s songs together. You would go help him at the drop of a hat. Logan always seemed to be dropping by your apartment, and he would long overstay his welcome when it was made clear that Chris had been hoping for some alone time with you. Even when you tried to set boundaries with Logan, he still pushed through.

Chris tried to look past it. He knew you loved him. He knew you didn’t think of Logan as anything other than a friend and bandmate. Hell, he knew Logan didn’t think of you as anything other than a friend and bandmate. But that green-eyed monster…It sure is a bitch.

He played the scene in his head over and over again. Trying to find the moment he threw it all away. Trying to figure out why he let the insecurities eat at him. Trying to figure out why he didn’t just talk to you. You were such an understanding person. You would’ve tried to comfort him, explain to him that you only loved him. But he already knew that, and it hadn’t done anything to stop him. And so, he ruined it all.

You had just gotten back from tour. Chris had planned on surprising you with dinner. But when you got to your apartment, you said you were exhausted, that Logan had kept you up the entire flight back to LA, pestering you about when you were going to get back to the recording studio, having already come up with a great concept for the next album.

And, God, just hearing Logan’s name…he just snapped.

Chris can’t exactly remember what he said, what you said. He just remembering you throwing all of his things at him, yelling for him to never talk to you again, that it was all over. He remembered stumbling out into the street, the anger finally melting off of him, realizing that he just made a horrible mistake. He almost turned and ran back to your door, falling to his knees, begging for forgiveness. But then you opened your window, chucking more of his things that you found at him, and he knew that you wouldn’t take him back. That you were done with him.

That was three years ago. He hadn’t seen you since. At least, not in person. He’d seen pictures of you at award shows, saw edits of clips from your music videos and concerts. He’d read an article or two or twenty, trying to keep up with what you were doing.

But now…Now he was seeing you for the first time, and Chris was trying his damned hardest to not lose his mind. He tried to be casual, only glancing your way every once in a while, trying to gauge whether it may be a good idea to speak to you or not. Whether you still (rightfully) held a grudge against him.

Eventually, though, he had to bite the bullet. He had to at least try. Maybe then he would be satisfied, be able to put all of this aside.

You stepped out onto the balcony, and he followed after you. When you leaned against the railing, he leaned beside of you.

“Haven’t seen you in a while,” he decided to say. If you were upset with him, you gave no indication. “How’ve you been?”

“…Good,” you said. You turned to look at him, before looking back up at the moon. “Band’s decided to take a break. Everyone wanted to try out different things.”

He already knew that. He saw it in an article on Twitter—couldn’t believe his eyes. The band was at the height of your guy’s career. It was a strange move to back out now.

“Yeah? What are you thinking of doing?”

You shrugged. “I suppose I should correct myself. Everyone else wanted to try out different things. I admit, I never saw it coming. But I suppose I’m really good at ignoring when things turn south.”

That was fair, but it still made Chris’s chest ache. “I’m sorry, for what I said back then. I should have talked to you about how I was feeling. I knew it was ridiculous at the time…I don’t know, I thought if I didn’t talk about it, it would just go away.”

“It is what it is. Can’t change the past.” You looked at him again, chewing on your lip. It almost looked like you had something to say, something right on the tip of your tongue. But then you turned away again, looking at the stars. “I suppose I should go back in. I’m supposed to be making connections in the acting world.”

“Oh? Is that what you’re planning on doing?”

“No. I don’t know what I’m doing. But my agent says that it’s a good idea to make nice with folks while there’s still a lot of intrigue surrounding me at the moment, you know?”

You started to walk away, brushing past him, but he couldn’t let you go. He just needed to say one more thing.

“Wait. Before you go—” Chris said, throwing all caution to the wind. When you looked at him again, he said, “I love you. Every day, I wake up missing you. Every day, I wish that I hadn’t been so goddamn stupid. Every day, I want you in my arms again. Please, please, let me make this right.”

“Oh.”

“I wish I had a time machine. I wish I could go back and change things. I wish I could make things right. What you and I had—that’s once in a lifetime stuff. I can’t get you out of my mind. I can’t stop replaying the scenarios.” He took a deep breath. “Please, let me take you out to dinner. Just one more time. Please.”

You shook your head, looking away. It broke his heart, seeing how tears started to well up in your eyes. “I can’t. I can’t do this again.”

“Why not? Please, if you’re gonna say no, just tell me why.”

“Because you weren’t there,” you whispered. “And I know I can’t hold that against you. I shouldn’t hold that against you. I-I chose not to call. I chose to break up with you. I chose to not tell you when I-I got pregnant.”

“You were pregnant? With my kid? B-But I never saw anyone say anything—”

“I lost her,” you whispered. “Fuck, I don’t even know if it was a her, you know? But I always dreamed of having a little girl, and then it happened, and then it was gone and—”

You jerked away when he reached out to wipe away a tear streaking down your cheek.

“Look. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you until now. That wasn’t fair to you. You deserved to know what we could’ve had, what we lost,” you said. “But dammit, Chris, you broke my fucking heart. I thought I was gonna spend the rest of my life with you. Then you said those things…I can’t get them out of my head. I can’t forget that. I can’t forget how much you hurt me, over nothing! And I can’t do that again. I can’t be scared that you’re gonna blow something like that out of proportion again and not even try to talk to me about it. I can’t. I refuse to. So, this is goodbye, Chris. For real this time. I don’t want to talk to you ever again. Okay?”

Chris looked down at his shoes, swallowing hard. “I-If you do consider taking up acting, I know of a couple movie musicals that are in the works. I can forward them to your agent. You know, if you decide to take up acting during this break. Might be a good way to dip your toe in.”

“I appreciate that. Thank you.”

“Have a good life, Y/N. I mean that.”

“I know you do. And the same goes for you, okay? I’ll always love you, but…I gotta put me first.”

“I understand. Goodbye.”

“Goodbye, Chris.”

As he watched you walk away, Chris knew that breaking up with you was, by far, the stupidest thing he had ever done. Chris had done a lot of stupid things in his lifetime. But nothing would ever haunt him quite like this. The other things…Those were funny stories to pull out at interviews. But this? This was something that would never leave him. This was something he would regret forever.

And so it did.

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sparkledfirecracker · 2 years

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Plants & Tantrums

Pairing: Dad!Ari Levinson x toddler

Summary: Ari tries to pick out a Mother’s Day gift, but his child has decided to make it extra hard for him.

Word count: 907

Warnings: angst, fluff, upset toddler

A/N: Even though I’m in a sappy mood, my blog is still an 18+ blog. Do not interact with it if you are a minor. A little Mother’s Day drabble that got inspired by the relentless toddler in the shop yesterday. I don’t do baby/toddler speech in my writing. Big thank you to @wakingbeauty and @dreamlessinparis for keeping up with me and my endless rambles about Ari.

This is not beta-read, all mistakes are my own.

It had started as a fun trip, Ari having buckled in his baby girl. She happily sang along to ‘I Had a Little Turtle’. Her red rain boot covered feet bounced along to the beat of the song as her little chubby hands acted out the dance she had learned from a family member.

Ari smiled as he glanced in the rearview mirror. His mini-me with a hint of her mother's charm sprinkled into her little frame. Parking in front of the garden centre. He unbuckled the toddler placing her on his hip. His arm held her firmly against him.

“Let’s go get mummy a nice gift. Nola, are you going to help me?” The little girl confirmed by nodding her head a little and giving him a wide grin.

He grabbed the sippy cup from the cup holder and walked toward the entrance. The heat from the greenhouse dome welcomed them and immediately warmed up their skin.

“Pretty flowers.” The small girl seemed to be in awe of the colourful plants filling the space. Ari placed her on the ground, following the toddler’s steps as she went.

Ari slowed down as a few items caught his eye. His focus shifted away from the roaming toddler. Picking up a few plants as he went, eyeing the green item for a closer inspection.

He wondered if his significant other would enjoy this one or if there would be another one she would love more. The bucket with pink assorted flowers looked beautiful as well. Or would she prefer some fruit trees and vegetable plants for the produce garden she had set her mind on?

A loud tin sounded crash was heard and he immediately was brought back to his conscious mind. Eyes darting from left to right trying to find Nola.

“Nola?” He repeated a few times as he searched the centre. Heart pounding as he couldn’t find her. He would not be forgiven if he lost her while gift shopping.

Relief washed over him as Nola finally came in sight. Happily sitting amongst the tin frogs. Some had fallen, but it hadn’t seemed to interrupt her play. The bright green colour of the frog was almost blinding, but it only had attracted the toddler toward the welded garden object.

His baby bunny was the best little thing that had ever happened to him. With a smile, he approached the toddler. Cleaning up the fallen items and ignoring the scoffs and huffs from other customers.

“Daddy? Frog?”

“Yes sweetheart, a frog, now let us get everything cleaned up. Then you’re going to help me pick out a plant for mummy okay?”

“Okay.” She nodded, helping the best she could placing the item back with the other. “Bye froggy.”

Ari’s patience ran thin when Nola started acting up. Though it was his fault that he couldn’t make up his mind. A rushed decision was made, with a vegetable plant and a small fruit tree in tow he urged the toddler towards the exit.

“Daddy, I want water.” The demand had been clear.

“Let’s go pay, then I can give you the cup,” Ari answered, not being able to reach for the cup hanging from his back pocket. Nola wouldn’t be able to reach for the cup even if she tried her best.

Waterworks started as Ari kept walking. The sobbing child stomped after him and suddenly screeched loudly clawing at his jeans. Fisting the material with her little hands.

Balancing out the two buckets of greens in one arm. He tried to lift Nola by her arm. She didn’t seem to enjoy the action and weighted herself down. Impressively strong for her age as she fought his grip.

The tears seemed to keep falling as Ari let go of her arm. Nola dramatically threw herself to the floor and rolled around. Ari sighed heavily placing the buckets on the floor and picking up Nola.

Heaved sobs coming from her chest as he grabbed her hot pink miracle cup that hang off his jeans. She grabbed the handle and threw it across the room.

“That’s it,” Ari spoke, setting Nola back down. Loud whales erupted once again as Ari walked away from her to get her cup.

With some quick effort, he set the chosen garden items on the counter. He turned to get Nola only to find her missing again. Her upset cries gave away her exact location. Making him rush through the aisles of the store.

With every passing minute, he applauded his partner more and more for keeping up with these tantrums. He took a deep breath to calm his irritated nerves, rounding the corner to find Nola hugging the welded frog-shaped garden statue. The yellow raincoat and red rain boots matched hers.

The small chatter of Nola warmed his heart. Appreciative of being gifted a child, a girl, from his favourite girl. Both had him wrapped around his finger.

“You want to have that frog don’t you?” He sighed, crossing his arms. He wouldn’t be able to say no to his baby bunny. Not when she was this upset with her tear-stained cheeks. The teary child looked at him hugging the frog even tighter to her chest. “Fine, let’s go get it and go back to surprise mummy!” He picked her up once more. Drying her cheeks with the leftover tears and kissed her head.

Shopping for Mother’s Day certainly had been an interesting one this year.

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nerdzzone · 11 months

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Worlds Apart

Chapter Seven

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For most people that Bridget knew, driving to their childhood home was an experience that brought joy, comfort, and a sense of belonging. For Bridget, it brought anxiety, insecurity, and a feeling of inferiority Every time she went, she tried her best to go with a clean slate and leave any previous animosity in the past, but she was always quickly reminded of why that was a challenge and this particular evening was no different.

From the moment she’d arrived - when her mother had been surprised to see her despite her prompt RSVP to the last minute invite she’d received - Bridget had felt like she was intruding on a family event that she had no right to attend. Her mother was cold and distant, her father was apathetic at best, and despite her brother’s best attempts at dragging her into the conversation, her parents were unabashedly more interested in him, his wife and their two sons than they were in Bridget. She was just grateful that it was Landon’s week with his father and he wasn’t there to be ignored alongside her.

It was almost tempting to leave right after dinner - to sneak out without saying goodbye just to see if anyone even noticed that she was gone - but Gavin’s wife, Nora, had made a pie for dessert that she was really excited for everyone to try. Considering that she’d been one of the few people who made any attempt to be kind to Bridget that evening, she felt like she owed her enough to at least stick around until the meal was completely finished. She did, however, sneak out onto the deck in the brief break between dinner and dessert in the hopes that the fresh air would help her survive the rest of the evening.

She hadn’t been out there long when she heard the door open. She tensed - almost scared to look at who’d come to join her - until the welcome voice of her brother broke through the silence.

“I thought I saw you sneak off out here.”

“It’s nice to know that someone notices my existence,” Bridget sighed. “I just needed a minute to catch my breath.”

“I don’t blame you,” Gavin sympathized as he leaned on the railing beside her where she was looking out over their perfectly manicured backyard. “How are you holding up?”

“I’m fine, I’m used to it,” she shrugged. “I just don’t know why they’re always so surprised to see me. They invited me, I accepted the invitation, but when I got here Mom looked at me like she didn’t expect to see me and then practically ignored me all night like I’m intruding on some family event I don’t belong at. If they don’t want me here, I don’t understand why they bother inviting me.”

“They invite you because they know that it’s the right thing to do.”

“Then I guess a better question is that I don’t know why I keep accepting,” Bridget rephrased it. “I know they’re never gonna change, it’s like they hate me.”

“They don’t hate you,” Gavin argued. “They’re just…indifferent.”

His attempt at reassurance had a harsh laugh falling from Bridget’s lips despite the way it made her heart sink in her chest.

“I think that might be worse,” she pointed out. “It’s pretty bleak to think that my parents have no strong feelings towards me at all.”

The way that Gavin cringed told her that he knew she was right, but he still threw in one last consolation.

“Well, you’re not missing much. They’re not super supportive parents even to the kid that they do like.”

Despite how depressing that statement was, it put a smile on her face as she knew that his commiseration was pretty accurate. Their parents were more than happy to give support in the form of money, but their time and love were rarely given even to Gavin.

“That’s true,” she agreed, shaking her head in disdain. “I really don’t know why they even had kids.”

“Because it would have been a crime to deprive the world of two people as wonderful as us,” Gavin confidently stated, shooting her a smirk before he changed the subject. “But anyway, enough about them. Before someone notices we’re missing and tracks us down, how’re you doing? How’s the small town life treating you?”

“It’s going really well so far. We settled in nicely, Landon seems to love it and now that the weather is nicer it’s amazing to actually have a backyard instead of just that tiny balcony we had at our condo.”

Her answer was honest and genuine, but she knew from the suspicious way Gavin was suddenly watching her that he knew there was something she was leaving out and she knew the grin that had slid onto her face was to blame. But she couldn’t help it. When she thought of her new life outside of the city, she immediately thought about Chris. And thinking about Chris always had her smiling and giggling like a smitten teenage girl.

“That’s great, I’m really glad to hear that,” he smiled before fishing a little more. “Any other exciting news?”

“I’m seeing someone,” she blurted out before quickly following it up with a slightly longer explanation. “For the first time since Landon was born, I think it’s going really well and he makes me really happy.”

“It’s about time!” Gavin laughed, earning an eye roll from Bridget despite the smile still stretching across her face. “What’s his name? Do I need to meet him and use my brotherly intimidation tactics to make sure he treats you well?”

Despite the way his concern warmed her heart as she appreciated any hint that she wasn’t as unwanted in her family as she often felt, a snort of laughter fell from her lips.

“Oh, please, I don’t think anyone I’ve dated has been intimidated by you since I was in high school when my dates were all teenage boys,” Bridget teased, shaking her head and smiling as Gavin scoffed indignantly at her claim. “Besides, Chris could definitely take you in a fight.”

Gavin was tall and broad shouldered but it was obvious that he spent too much time following in their mother’s footsteps as one of Boston’s elite lawyers to spend as much time in the gym as Chris. He was in decent shape, but his muscles weren’t quite at the superhero level that Chris’ were and he seemed offended by her claim.

“Really? Is ‘Chris’ some kind of tough guy?”

“No, and neither are you,” Bridget reminded him with a smile. “But he is very strong, his job requires him to be in really good shape.”

The information had slipped out before Bridget realized it would probably spark a follow up question that she didn’t really want to answer, but just as Gavin opened his mouth the door to the deck creaked open and his wife poked her head out, saving Bridget from the potential interrogation.

“I was wondering where you two wandered off to,” she greeted them. “We’re ready to start dessert now.”

“Okay, we’ll be right there,” Gavin assured her, flashing Bridget a smirk before looking back towards his wife. “Bridget was just telling me all about her new boyfriend.”

“He’s not…” Bridget trailed off as she realized that she wasn’t entirely sure what he was. Again, she found that her lack of recent dating experience left her unsure of what was typical, but it felt presumptuous to start throwing around a title like boyfriend without some kind of conversation first. However, he had questioned her use of the word ‘friends’ and they’d agreed that they were on the same page so she was fairly sure that they were exclusively dating each other. The sudden conflict she was feeling had her anxiety spiking and her tendency to overthink kicking into high gear, but the lingering eyes of her brother and sister-in-law had her forcing out an explanation. “We haven’t really defined things yet.”

“Well, that’s exciting,” Nora smiled, opening the door a little wider and gesturing for Bridget to go inside. “Come help me get some plates and tell me all about it.”

It was a simple gesture, but her sincere interest in hearing about the new development in Bridget’s life meant a lot to her. Gavin had tried his best to look out for Bridget over the years, but the thirteen year age gap had made it difficult. By the time she was six, he was heading off to university so their time together was minimal and their interests were drastically different. Their relationship was far different from that of siblings who were close in age and Gavin often felt more like a distant uncle to her than a brother. However, he was around enough to notice how disinterested her parents were in her and how lacking their effort at parenting her was and he always offered his support if she ever needed it.

But he was busy and Bridget’s lonely childhood had made her independent enough that she rarely took him up on the offer so it wasn’t until her adult years - when the age difference was less jarring - that they’d really made an effort to get to know each other and form a bond. She always knew that he cared about her though - and that did Nora too - and the warmth she felt from them taking an interest in the changes in her life almost made up for the pain she felt from an evening surrounded by the coldness of her parents.

Despite how demoralising most of the evening had been, the pitstop that Bridget planned to make on her way home had a flicker of excitement rising in her stomach as she pulled out of her parents' driveway. The present sitting on the passenger seat beside her had made her nervous earlier in the day - like her, Chris hadn’t mentioned his birthday and she didn’t want to overstep - but it wasn’t anything extravagant so she was hopeful that he’d appreciate the gesture. However, the doubts crept back in when she pulled into his driveway and saw the many vehicles that were already parked by his house.

It made sense that he would be having some kind of celebration, but she didn’t want him to think that she was trying to crash his party and force him to include her in something that she hadn’t been invited to. Considering that she’d spent enough time that evening being somewhere she wasn’t truly wanted, she was tempted to turn around and just stop by the following day instead when he was more likely to be alone, but she was there and the present was ready to go so she came up with a compromise and a plan to simply leave the gift beside the door for him to find when his guests left.

She crept up the stairs of his porch and gently placed the gift bag beside his door, but just as she leaned down to fix the tissue paper and make sure it didn’t look too ruffled, the door in front of her swung open.

Surprised by the motion and sudden light around her, she jumped back and looked up to see a man she didn’t recognize eyeing her up very suspiciously.

“Can I help you?”

His tone was harsh, but it was understandable as she was sure that anyone in Chris’ life would be unhappy to find a stranger skulking around his property at night.

“I was just leaving a present for Chris,” she explained, gesturing to the gift at their feet and hoping that the clear nerves in her voice didn’t make her seem even more suspicious. “Maybe you could give it to him for me? Tell him it’s from Bridget?”

Realization washed over his face as his concern shifted into something more like excitement.

“The Bridget?” he asked with a smirk. “I’ve heard so much about you. I’m Scott, Chris’ brother.”

“Oh, hi!” Bridget smiled, happy to finally have a face to put to the name. “I’ve heard a lot about you too.”

“Don’t believe any of it,” Scott joked, opening the door a little wider and stepping aside. “C’mon inside.”

“Oh, no, I wasn’t-”

Before Bridget could even voice her protest, Scott turned his head and shouted, “Chris! Your girlfriend is here!”

He waited by the door for a moment as a commotion could be heard echoing from another room until Chris appeared, jogging down the hallway towards them as Bridget picked up the gift that was still sitting on the doormat.

“Bridget,” he smiled. “I didn’t even hear you knock.”

“She didn’t,” Scott informed him. “I was just heading out to get my phone charger from Carly’s car and I ran into her.”

“I brought you a present,” Bridget explained as Scott excused himself to continue his original task. “I promise I wasn’t trying to intrude or just show up uninvited to your birthday party.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Chris assured her. “I should have invited you anyway, but I knew my whole family was coming and thought it might be kinda intimidating. I didn’t wanna scare you off already.”

He looked a little sheepish as he spoke, but Bridget quickly waved him off.

“You don’t need to explain,” she insisted. “I get it and I’m not offended, but I just wanted to drop off your gift.”

Clearly relieved by her understanding, the look on his face shifted into one of suspicion.

“How did you even know it was my birthday?”

“Some of us don’t need to be told when someone’s birthday is.”

Her words were a teasing reference to his lack of knowledge about her birthday a few months earlier and Chris scoffed out a laugh before calling out the disparity.

“It’s a little unfair when I can’t just find out information about you on the internet,” he pointed out. “Did you Google it?”

“Maybe it was just my intuition,” she shrugged with a smirk on her face, but as Chris narrowed his eyes into a suspicious glare, she relented and admitted, “You were trending on Twitter all day, I eventually caved and had to investigate why.”

Chris chuckled and shook his head.

“That’s cheating.”

“Is not,” Bridget protested. “Anyway, you should have told me.”

“You didn’t tell me about yours.”

It was a fair counterpoint, but Bridget couldn’t hold back the roll of her eyes.

“We barely knew each other back then, it was different.”

Chris shrugged, but before he could offer any further arguments, Scott bounded back up the porch steps towards them.

“Oh my god, Chris, invite her inside already,” he teased his brother before doing it himself. “You should come and say hi to everyone, I’m sure they’d love to meet you.”

“Oh, that’s okay, I really don’t want to intrude.”

“You’re not intruding at all,” Chris assured her. “They would love to meet you and I think they’re all heading out soon anyway, but there’s no pressure if you’d rather meet them another time.”

Knowing how close Chris was to his family made meeting them an intimidating thing, but thanks to Scott’s announcement she was sure they all knew that she was there and slipping away without saying hello might seem pretty rude. So, after taking a moment to work up a little courage, she flashed him a smile and nodded her head.

“I’d love to meet them.”

The grin that her answer put on his face had her relieved by her decision and her feeling of relief only grew when he grabbed her hand before leading her down the hallway after Scott. When they entered his living room, Bridget felt her nerves spike again as their presence immediately captured everyone’s attention, but she found comfort in the way that Chris slid his arm around her waist and pulled her close. It seemed that he was right about everyone leaving soon as they appeared to be gathering their things and slipping on their coats, but they all paused their actions as their eyes fell on her.

“Everyone, this is Bridget,” Chris introduced her. “And Bridget, this is everyone.”

He quickly gave her a rundown of who exactly ‘everyone’ was. She already knew Carly, but was grateful for the reminder of the other names as he pointed out his mother - Lisa - his other sister - Shanna - and her boyfriend - Mitch - and Carly’s husband - Rick. Scott - who she’d, of course, already met - lingered beside them as she tried to push her anxieties aside enough to muster up some charm.

“It’s so nice to meet you all,” she smiled. “Chris talks about you guys a lot.”

“Oh, does he?” Lisa raised an eyebrow, an amused look on her face. “That’s good to know because we were just debating why he was trying to hide us from his new girlfriend.”

“Yeah,” Shanna agreed. “Not inviting you to dinner, talking to you on his porch instead of inviting you inside. We were starting to think he’s ashamed of us.”

“Ashamed isn’t the right word,” Chris smirked. “But things have a tendency to get a little loud and obnoxious when we’re all together and I’m still in the process of tricking Bridget into thinking I’m normal.”

“You are?” Bridget giggled. “Then I hate to break it to you, but I’ve known pretty much from the start that you’re not.”

“What gave him away?” Carly chimed in. “Was it the incredibly unsubtle way that he showed up at my house when he knew you’d be there? Or the way he offered to paint your entire house just to get you to agree to go out with him? Or was it just his general personality?”

“Definitely just his personality,” Bridget joked. “I found those other things pretty endearing.”

“Endearing?” Scott scoffed. “Or creepy?”

“Alright, that’s enough,” Chris protested, shaking his head despite the smile on his face. “Keep it up and this will be the last time I suggest she comes to meet you all.”

“We can just organize it ourselves,” Bridget shrugged. “I have Carly’s number and I might get more secrets out of them if you’re not there anyway.”

Chris let out a dramatic gasp, but her answer had a chuckle rippling through the rest of the group.

“She’s outsmarted you there,” Lisa teased him. “But we would love to get to know you, Bridget. Maybe we can all get together for dinner some time soon, with your son too.”

There was a sincerity to her voice that made it clear the offer was genuine and not made out of any sense of obligation and Bridget eagerly agreed. They chatted for a little bit longer as Bridget asked how their evening had gone and they squeezed in a little more teasing of Chris - about his age and looming gray hairs - but as his niece and nephews started to yawn, the group decided it was time to say their goodbyes. Bridget hung back as Chris followed them to the door, but as she saw each person take the time to pull him into a hug and wish him a ‘happy birthday’ one last time, she was amazed by the warmth between them. She knew that her family were the exception more than the rule when it came to the low level of comfort they had with each other, but the closeness and love between everyone in Chris’ family was a stark contrast to her own after the long evening she’d spent in the closed off, standoffish company of her parents.

It also wasn’t lost on her that simply by including Landon in the invitation for dinner, Lisa had given him more thought than her parents had in months.

Her observations had a flicker of emotion rising in her, but rather than the jealousy that she usually felt when faced with the unavoidable fact that her parents were awful, she felt a sense of determination. Landon would never have to feel the way that she did. She would do whatever it took to make sure that their relationship was more like the one Chris and his mother had than the one she had with her own and she hoped that - like Lisa - she could build a family for him that made him feel as loved as Chris’ clearly did for him. The way they genuinely enjoyed each other’s company, their eagerness to all be together again soon, the strong bonds between them all that gave them such a sturdy, unwavering support system. That was what she wanted for her son, not the formality and complete lack of affection that she got from her own parents. She knew she was nothing like her own mother - she couldn't even imagine being so detached and uncaring towards Landon - but she wanted to be able to provide him with the experience of a big, loving family and if she was being entirely honest, she wanted that for herself too.

Once the group had left - and Scott, who was staying with Chris, had excused himself to call his boyfriend who was back in L.A. - Chris led her back to the living room, pausing to pick up the gift that she’d brought for him before they settled on the couch.

“Your family seems really great,” Bridget smiled as he sat close enough to drape his arm across the back of the couch behind her as she turned towards him and tucked her knees up to rest against his leg. “They’re very sweet.”

“They can be,” Chris agreed. “When they’re not trying to embarrass me.”

“It’s cute, and it obviously comes from a place of love.”

“It does,” he nodded. “And if I’m being honest, I’ve been just as bad when one of them has introduced us to someone they’re dating.”

His words had her thinking back to the conversation she’d had earlier with her brother and a word that Chris’ family members had thrown around quite casually during their conversation. He’d provided her with the perfect segue to broach the subject, but that didn’t prevent a knot from forming in her stomach as she cautiously tried to figure out the best way to ask him about what was on her mind.

“There was something I was wondering about that,” she started, earning a raise of Chris’ eyebrows that prompted her to continue. “I heard the word ‘girlfriend’ a lot tonight from your family when they were referring to me.”

It was a statement more than a question, but the ‘what are we’ conversation was one that Bridget hadn’t had to have in a very long time and she wasn’t entirely sure how else to initiate it. Chris hesitated - as if he was waiting for her to continue - but when she offered no more explanation, he asked her a question of his own.

“Is that okay?” His cheeks were noticeably more red as he asked and he continued before Bridget could reply. “It just seemed like the easiest way to describe you to them, but I know we haven’t had that conversation and I don’t wanna make any assumptions. I know you wanted to take things slow, I’m not trying to pressure you into anything.”

He seemed a little frazzled - a little too quick to reassure her - and Bridget couldn't help but smile at his flustered state.

“It’s okay with me,” Bridget assured him. “I just wasn’t sure if they were just teasing you or something and I didn’t want to just assume that you weren’t still seeing other people too.”

The look on Chris’ face at that suggestion spoke for itself, but she appreciated the immediate protest that slipped from his lips.

“No, definitely not. I haven’t seen anyone else since we met. Are you?”

“No, dating isn’t really my thing.” Bridget smiled before realizing how dismissive she sounded and adding, “And I wouldn’t want to even if it was.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Chris grinned as he laced his fingers with hers. “So, should we make this official?”

“I would really like that.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Chris pressed his lips against hers as she smiled into the kiss.

“See,” she murmured when she pulled away a moment later. “Your family’s teasing is good for something after all.”

“I guess so,” Chris chuckled before adding another admission. “I gotta be honest, when you showed up here all dressed up, I did wonder if you were seeing someone else too.”

Bridget glanced down at her outfit and could see how he’d come to that conclusion. Dinner with her parents wasn’t exactly a formal attire event, but she was certainly wearing nicer clothes than she would have if she’d come straight from work or from an evening alone at home. However, there was a slight flaw in his assumption.

“You really thought I went out with one guy and then stopped on my way home to drop off a birthday present for another guy that I’m seeing?”

“I was really hoping you hadn’t,” Chris smiled. “But you look really nice so I wasn’t sure.”

His curiosity was clear in his voice despite the lack of follow up questions so Bridget provided an explanation.

“Nah, it wasn’t anything like that. It was just one of my regular appointments to get every ounce of my self worth drained from my soul.” Her dramatic statement earned a look of shock from Chris that had a giggle falling from her lips before she clarified. “I had dinner with my parents for their anniversary.”

“Wow, and it was that bad?”

“It was pretty rough, but I got to see my brother and his family so that was nice,” Bridget shared, but the ache in her heart that always appeared when she thought about her parents’ behaviour had her quickly changing the subject. “But it’s all good. And today is about you, so why don’t you open your present?”

There was a moment of hesitation, but Bridget was grateful that he didn’t push the issue as he nodded and picked up the present from where he’d put it down beside him. If they were going to be in each other’s lives - a fact that she was fairly confident in now that they were ‘official’ - she knew there would be a time when she had to be more open about her struggles with her family, but they’d sucked away enough of her joy for one evening and she was happy to focus on Chris instead.

“It’s not much,” she warned him as he carefully pulled the tissue paper out of the bag. “But I assume that you buy yourself most things you need when you need them so I tried to think of something you might like but that you wouldn’t think to buy for yourself.”

“Interesting…” Chris hummed as he pulled the heavy book from the bag and Bridget watched his face light up as he read the title out loud. “The Hubble Space Telescope: Expanding Universe. Wow, Bridget, this is amazing!”

He quickly began perusing through the pictures of the coffee table book he was holding as his enthusiasm had relief washing over Bridget.

“You really like it? I saw it when I was restocking the shelves in the library and I immediately thought of you, but I wasn’t sure if it was actually something you’d want.”

“It’s really cool, I love it.” He paused his movement as he flipped through the pages and stretched up to steal another kiss before a gentle ‘thank you’ slipped from his lips.

“You’re welcome.”

Bridget let her hand slide up to scratch at the hairs on the nape of his neck and he leaned into her touch despite his obvious eagerness to finish looking through the pictures in the book on his lap. But just as his eyes drifted shut as he relaxed into her caress, they shot back open with a hopeful twinkle in them.

“Do you want to stay here tonight?”

The question caught Bridget off guard, but after a moment of hesitation, she reluctantly turned down the offer.

“I can’t,” she sighed. “I have an early meeting tomorrow morning.”

“You could go from here?”

“Dressed like this?” Bridget raised an eyebrow, gesturing to her fancy attire. “I’d look like I’m doing a walk of shame.”

“Well,” Chris smirked, stretching up until his lips were just inches away from hers. She tried to urge him closer with the hand on the back of his neck, but he stayed firm as he tried to entice her with a proposition. “We could make a real walk of shame if you’d like.”

The suggestion had her letting out a laugh, but it was quickly silenced when Chris captured her lips in another kiss and it suddenly became a lot more difficult to think of any reason why she shouldn’t spend the night. As his mouth moved against hers - his hand sliding up to her cheek, tilting her head so he could dip his tongue past her lips - the dizziness and heat that clouded her mind had her wondering if she even really needed a job at all.

In the end, sense managed to prevail and she slowly leaned away from his touch.

“It’s very tempting,” she admitted. “A little too tempting, but I really should get going.”

The smirk on Chris’ face was a little softer despite the fierce darkness that had spread in his pupils.

“Have I scared you away now?”

“Not at all,” Bridget assured him as a regretful sigh slipped from her lips. “I’m just trying to be a responsible adult and make choices that won’t lead to me getting fired.”

“They’d fire you just for showing up to one meeting a little overdressed?”

His skepticism was fair, but Bridget bit back a smirk of her own as she shrugged.

“No, but I have a feeling that if I stay then you’d do your best to keep me from going to my meeting at all,” she teased. “And I could get fired for that.”

A chuckle slipped from Chris’ lips as he shook his head at her claim.

“You’re making me sound like a creep again,” he warned her. “But if you really have to go then I guess I’ll survive…even if it is my birthday.”

He threw in a dramatic pout for added effect, but Bridget simply rolled her eyes as she dragged herself off the couch.

“Guilt trips don’t work on me,” she informed him. “I’m a mom, I’m very experienced at tuning it out.”

“Damn, well, it was worth a try,” Chris grinned. “But what about Wednesday night? Wanna come for dinner?”

Bridget felt a flicker of nerves as she wondered if agreeing to the invitation also meant she was agreeing to more based on their previous flirtatious conversation, but Chris had given her no reason to believe that he would rush her into anything so she nodded.

“That would be nice,” she agreed. “I do work on Thursdays when I don’t have Landon, but I get a later start so I won’t have to rush home early.”

“Perfect.” Chris smiled as he stood up as well, pulling her against him to steal one last quick kiss. “I’m looking forward to it already.”

There was something about the huskier tone to his voice that flooded Bridget with a nervous excitement that lingered even after they’d said their goodbyes and she was driving home. Other than the occasional breathtaking kiss, things had been fairly chaste between them and while she was eager for more - and was fairly certain that Chris was as well - the idea also brought up a lot of anxiety in Bridget. Her insecurities were running wild as her doubts threatened to damper her excitement, but the undeniable anticipation she felt as she thought of their next date was enough to keep her spirits high.

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Pairing: Serial!Killer!Jake x F!Reader

Word Count: 2039

Summary: When reader tries to escape, she finds out about Jake’s dark side.

Warning: remorse, punishment, angry Jake, extension cords, bondage, rough sex, spanking, love marks, orgasm denial, creampie, breeding kink, stockholm syndrome, nicknames (Daydream), mention of a collar,

A/N: This is part of my serial killer AU, Jake’s first part. Thank you @sparkledfirecracker for betaing this, all mistakes are still my own.

if you’re a minor, please DNI!

Please do not repost, publish or translate my work. Reblogs and comments are appreciated! Thank you for reading :)

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The collar around your neck was uncomfortable, especially after the couple of weeks of freedom you had back at the main cabin. Jake’s room was loaded with high-tech gear, and you were afraid to touch anything. But you were bored and getting antsy the longer he left you alone. He didn’t seem too sure of himself, not like the rest of his group. From what you had learned, they were a group of hitmen. Occasionally they did hits for the government, which was ironic considering the people they were friends with.

The hard leather of the collar dug into your neck as you extended it to its capacity. Your fingers were so close to reaching the cellphone that sat on his desk. Jake had been away for almost a week, going on a mission with some guys named Cougar and Pooch. He didn't deem you necessary enough to know more.

You had been hopeful when they had let you roam around the house, wanting the somewhat semblance to normalcy. The girls were nice to you, especially Sunshine, who allowed you to help her prepare for her baby. She had only been newly pregnant at the time but wanted her birth plan to be ready.

However, when Clay had come to meet with Steve and Bucky, you were offered up like cattle for the tech boy of Clay's squad. And the small amount of peace you'd had, shattered just like that.

Jake wasn't an awful guy. Strange, a bit awkward, and too willing to keep you as a pet. Well behaved he had called you. If only he knew how much you bit your tongue to avoid upsetting him. Back at the cabin, you knew everyone's tendencies, here the only thing you knew was that Aisha brought you two meals a day.

Your fingertips brushed over the plastic rectangle inching it closer. Almost there, you were so close. Just as it was good in your reach, the door swung open revealing a displeased looking Jake. The bags under his eyes betrayed his lack of sleep. The mission must not have gone well because his eyes were hard, unlike how playful they were all the other times he’d come home. That was only two other times but you figured that was his usual look. Jake seemed too carefree and easygoing to be angry often.

Today was different and you felt it, quickly dropping your arm to your side. As self-preservation, you dropped down to the ground trying to seem smaller to him.

"What. Are. You. Doing?" Jake spat out. His face looked amused, even if his eyes and tone were anything but.

“Nothing," you mumbled softly. You kept your head down, watching as he came closer. He grabbed your chin and made you look up at him. "Is this what you wanted?" His other hand picked up the phone. Without hesitation, he dropped the phone and stomped on it, until it was in shambles. Extinguishing that little hope in your eyes.

"I'm sorry, Jake.”

"Are you? Or are you sorry you got caught?" Jake stated, "nevermind, I'm tired and not in the mood for any excuses.”

His hand shifted to your throat, making the collar dig into your skin more. His hold punishing, he lifted you up and tossed you onto the bed. Like a cornered animal, you stayed put. He rounded the bed, gripping the chain and pulling at it. You didn’t want to be dragged by your collar, so you were forced to scramble up the bed.

He didn't stop until the chain was short enough for his liking. You laid on the pillow, watching him.

You tried again to appeal to his kind side.

“I really am sorry," you said softly.

His eyes snapped to you and you instantly shut up. "Don't," he warned, “you misbehaved and you'll take the punishment I give." He gripped your chin until you gave a jerky nod. The smile he gave you was borderline cruel, and dread began to pool in the pit of your stomach.

Jake opened the drawer next to the bed and pulled out what looked like cuffs. He tossed them from hand to hand but eventually dropped them back. Your sigh of relief was premature as he moved to root under his desk, You tried to crane your neck to see what he was doing, but it was difficult to see.

He straightened up, wrapping up an orange extension cord over his coiled forearms. You were genuinely afraid of what he was about to do. Everything you feared was slowly coming to fruition.

Your frantic, almost desperate pleas were ignored when he came back over and gathered your wrists. Looping the extension cord around them before securing them to the metal bars of the headboard. He dragged the rest of it, down to your feet, securing one then the other, and tossed the remainder of the cord over the side of the bed.

You couldn't move, no matter how much you struggled. A weight began to build in your chest, panic, you quickly recognized it as you shut your eyes, breathing deeply and counting to ten. You heard the bed squeak and felt Jake's body kneel between your spread thighs.

He didn't seem to be moving but you refused to open your eyes, Jake let off a frustrated huff and began to undo your legs. For a moment you felt hope. He was going to let you go, he wasn't going to have his way with you, he was going to -. Your internal thoughts were cut off as you were suddenly flipped over.

You let out a loud screech of pain when the flip caused your shoulders to over-extend. Jake didn't seem to notice, forcing you onto your knees, Ass up in the air, face pressed to the pillow. You buried your head in the soft material, trying to hide your silent sobs. He didn't care and he didn't deserve to see your weak moments.

The nightshirt that you had been wearing was shoved up over your ass and Jake greedily grabbed handfuls of the ample flesh.

"Fuck," he groaned, “so pretty. I just want to leave my mark all over you. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

You didn't respond.

A large hand came down hard on your left cheek, the smack echoed in the small bedroom. You whimpered and bit the pillow, still refusing to respond.

Another smack and your resolve began to falter.

"I will keep going until you respond, my pretty little Daydream. Either you respond or I really turn you into a blubbering mess.”

You shook your head vehemently, making a sound of disagreement. "Fine then, hard way it is." And raised his hand for the third smack.

You lost count after the fifth spank. Flames licked up your body in waves, centering from the burning pain in your ass. Despite the pain, heat pooled between your legs and you could feel your panties glued to you like paper mache.

Jake could see it too, pausing his torment to rub his thumb over the wet spot. Back and forth, rubbing small circles over your clit with each pass. The whimper that came from you was one of pleasure and you almost hear the smirk in his tone when he spoke, "You like that? You want more?"

"Yes," you gave in, broken down too much to fight anymore. Jake barked out a laugh.

"That so? Too bad Daydream, you took too long. You were a bad girl. Do you know what that means?"

“No. I don't.” You already dreaded what he would say.

"It means," Jake said, trailing a finger down your spine sending a shiver down your body, “you don't get to cum; just get to be my plaything until I'm satisfied."

“Jake -” you whined, not being able to stop yourself. The response was another slap to your ass. Jake palmed both globes in his hands squeezing them. Kneading them almost painfully.

“Shut your mouth, Daydream, or I'll shut it for you. Told you I’ve had enough. I deserve this."

You weren't sure when he'd taken off his pants but you felt the spongy tip prodding against your weeping hole. You bit your lip, feeling him nudge the head in. Your hips instinctively pushed back, trying to take more in.

Jake dug his fingers into your waist and gripped tight as a warning. His cock caressed your inner walls, going forward until he was halfway in or so it felt. The stretch was immense and you were afraid if he kept going, he'd tear you apart.

"Ah Jake, it hurts. I don't think it's going to fit," you muttered, half muffled by the pillow.

“I wish you could see how pretty your pussy looks taking me inch by inch," Jake grunted, pushing in more. You arched into the bed, trying to adjust, “It'll fit baby, I'll make it fit."

You let out a long moan as he slid the rest of the way in, angling his hips to brush over the spot that made you see stars. It was going to be hard trying not to cum when he was clearly talented in bed. He rolled his hips, pulling out just enough to brush that spot again, making you tense up and keen.

“Don't you dare cum." Jake warned, thrusting his hips in and out of you a steady rhythm. His tone breathless and lustful, “or I'll leave you tied to this bed all night.”

“Jake, I can't,” you begged, doing everything in your power to ignore the coil tightening in your stomach. That was building with every rut of his hips. As if he was trying to make it harder for you, he leaned his body over yours, and reaching beneath your shirt to cup your breasts, He began to toy with your nipples, tweaking them as he sucked on your neck. “'I can feel you clenching around me, baby. You're close, aren't you?”

“So close. Please. Please let me cum.”

Jake snarled. Snapping his hips harder, “I said no. Do not cum.”

You couldn't help yourself, with Jake doubling his efforts with those words, and your orgasm tore through you like a storm, ravaging every nerve in your body. You choked out a sob of pleasure, face heating up in shame. You couldn't do what he had said.

"What I just say?" Jake whispered harshly in your ear. Your apologies on repeat like a broken record. Jake grunted, body tensing as he came shortly after, shooting his load into you. "Wasn't planning on filling you up, toots, but with the way you were milking me it was too hard to resist."

You slumped bonelessly as he climbed off you. The ache in your shoulders and your ass beginning to set in. You hoped that he would flip you over before he left you for the night. You waited patiently, cum dripping down your thighs. Jake moved wordlessly around the room and then he was gone, the door shutting with a snap.

Morning took forever to arrive and every part of you was alight with pain. Jake hadn't returned and you had cried yourself asleep. You were stupid to underestimate him. He may have seemed like a sweet guy but he was just as cruel as the rest of them. The door cracked open and you held your breath as whoever it was approached the bed.

"Daydream? Pretty girl?" Jake said softly, hands gently massaging your shoulders. They slid up to your bound hands, working diligently to undo the extension cord.

You let out a sigh of relief when they released you. Relaxing into the bed. Jake touched your arm and you couldn't help flinching away from him. Rolling over and curling up into a ball. The tears that you thought had dried were back and your body began to shake as you sobbed.

"Oh shit," Jake voiced. He sounded genuinely upset and he scooted down, lining his body up with yours. You didn't mean to melt back into his warmth but you craved the comfort even if he was the one who had caused you pain, "I'm sorry, little Daydream. I shouldn't have hurt you like this."

You just snuggled closely, being a good girl and now knowing better than to trust him again. This was the deep end and you had to tread carefully if you wanted to survive.

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