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frostironfudge · 1 year

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Over And Over - Ari Levinson Smut

Summary: Ari Levinson is a possessive man, he'll punish you till you apologise.

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: main kink: overstimulation, smut, dom/sub dynamics, possessiveness, praise kink, mild degradation kink, nickname - princess, oral f receiving, p in v, implied multiple orgasms, cockwarming, edging, nicknames: neshama sheli - my soul, metuka - sweetie/sweetheart, MINORS DNI, not red sea diving resort compliant.

A.N: ari is a feral, feral man but i think he's an adorable bear at times, this is not one of those times.

Word Count: 1k

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The haze is muted blue, sloshing of waters echoes in your mind, gaze unfocused but you feel yourself at the edge. A burning, numbing feeling creeps along your spine.

In a sense of deja vu you reckon, there is a distant sound of pleasure, followed by a choked sob. The buzzing stops, you sigh in relief. For what? Your mind searches through the haze.

“Oh sweetheart, too much?” Ari’s deep timber hums, your gaze moves from the swirls on the ceiling to the darkened almost blackened blue of his irises.

The sloshing returns in tandem with the deep strokes of his fingers, Ari reignites the flame and your mouth only knows to whimper and moan for him your thighs try to close. He only laughs at your feeble attempt to keep him away from what is his and his only.

“Oh sweet baby, you can’t keep my hands away from this greedy cunt. Come on now, give me my fifth orgasm. Come for me. I know you’re so close. Look at this filthy mess of your thighs and the sheets.” Ari croons, his voice both punishment and salvation the coil snaps, your walls spasm around his fingers pulling them back in because you can’t tolerate feeling empty. Its what landed you in trouble the first place.

“Look at all of this, mess of my hand, my thigh, my beard. All thats left is my cock. You want it don’t you, my little filthy, pretty slut.” Ari pinches you clit making you cry out.

“Please Ari—,” the sensitivity begins, even the soft satin of the sheets is brushing over your skin in bruising kisses. Aftershocks push through your form. Tears pooling in your eyes.

Ari’s lips trace over your collar bone, beard brushing over your flesh. His lips wrap around your nipples, sucking on the nub, he repeats the same to the other.

“Please what sweetness? Didn’t you want this? Sent me all those filthy little pictures.” Ari’s teeth graze around your nipple, the peaks hardened aching for attention, this fingers toy with the other.

“Ari, Ari, Ari—,” your hands find respite; his biceps, your nails dig in, Ari bites down on your nipple. He hisses you preen. Body keeping your limbs apart. The hard planes of his abdomen flush against your puffy core.

“How many more? Got me aching for your cunt. But what was it you said?” He wonders, grabbing your face. Eyes intently looking int yours.

“I’ll give you everything you want metuka, you know this, don’t you.” He promises, your hips raise against your will, clit brushing against the trimmed hair, “Greedy little girl. So perfect.”

Ari brushes his knuckles over your cheeks.

“You know what you have to say metuka this punishment will end.” His patience is wearing thin, he needs the apology from you. You can’t even remember.

“Oh, is little baby cock drunk? Can’t remember what she said? Lets see if your favourite vib—,”

“No,” you grasp his hand, “Need you, Ari.” You bite your lip but he only smirks.

“Metuka, I need you too, but you complained about finding someone else to keep you coming and full. Now, Four on the vibrator when I left the room and one on my fingers, one of my thigh, see just two more out of the eight. For the number of times you took his name while touching yourself and sending me a fucking video.” Ari growls, you whimper.

Warmth engulfs your nipple, you feel yourself grow slicker. Ari’s tongue swirls as he sucks upon the nub, fingers giving the other attention, he keeps switching. Every touch amplified, your stomach tightens.

Clit pulsing for attention, you arch in his unrelenting grip. Just as you’re at the edge he stops, he slips out of your grasp, you’re about to complain.

His mouth sucks on your aching clit. Tongue swirling around the bud. You moan, head pressing into the pillow, his beard rubs deliciously against the puffy lips.

Your broken sounds urging him onward, stomach tightening then he slows.

Your tongue acts on its own accord, your mind desperate for release, “Ari I’m sorry, please, please—oh,” you choke on your words a scream ripped from your throat as he fills you to the brim, the stretch burns so deliciously.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Ari hums appreciative, “Metuka, fuck,” he grunts, hips begin to snap and the tendrils retirn, his thick veiny cock hitting that spot as though he placed it right where his tip curves. Your legs spread wide one on his shoulder, his hand wrapped around your throat.

You cum undone, a whine escaping your lips.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, little filthy girl, creaming ovver my cock, fuck cunt’s sucking me in. You’re gonna milk my cock aren’t you? Pretty little slut.” His pace picks up, you only know Ari’s name it is music to his ears.

Urging him on he can feel himself close he takes his palm away from your thigh. Calloused fingers rub at your clit.

Your body spasms as do your walks, Ari groans your name as he spilled inside you. You moan voice cut off by his lips on yours as your final orgasm takes over.

Ari watches you, enamoured by your arousal snd his pooling at the base of his cock. Love-bites he left ob your tits glowing with the sheen of sweat that covers your delicious skin.

He manoeuvres you sideways, cock sliding back inside you as he pulls you to his chest pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder.

Your whimper as he shifts inside you.

“Have to keep you full, Metuka. You begged for it, I’m not done, that was just your punishment. Did so well for me.” He praises, hands running over you softly.

You nod, turning to capture his lips with yours, Ari hums, “Need to have you marked with my cum, tasting like me as well.”

“Ari.” You huff tired.

“In time Metuka.” He chuckles, kissing your cheek.

“I love you, neshama sheli.” Ari confesses against your shoulder.

“As I love you, neshama sheli.” Your fingers run through his hair.

-x-

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intoanotherworld23 · 1 year

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Love On Camera II

Pairing: Reader x Chris Evans

Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY DNI, smut in this part, oral female receiving

Summary: You had always wanted to become a famous actress one day, you just never thought it would be as an adult film actress, and your first movie happens to be with the devastatingly handsome Chris Evans

✨Please do not copy and paste my work or steal my work or publish my work or I will have you reported✨

Part 1 Part 3

The schedules were out and it looks like you were already scheduled with Chris. What seems to be multiple times too.

Guess the ratings went through the roof with you two. Apparently yours and Chris's video was the most watched video in one night. It made you feel good hearing people were already in love with you.

You really mind doing the rest of your films with Chris anyway, but they told you it didn't work like that. In the world of adult film you had to make movies with people you weren't interested in.

Although you really were looking forward to doing another film with Chris. It had your lips feeling numb, and the tips of your fingers tingling.

Laying on the couch watching random shows you heard a loud knock on the door. Muting the television as you stood up to go see who was at the door.

You weren't expecting anyone nor did you know anybody else in the city. Maybe it was the wrong door, and they didn't realize it. This was someone you didn't expect though to be standing on the other side with a huge smile.

"Chris." You stated looking him up and down. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought I would drop by and come see you." Shoving his hands in his pockets as you stood there shocked.

"How did you find out where I lived?" Scrunching your eyebrows at him.

"The office gave it to me." He said like it was no big deal. "I hope that's okay."

A part of you wanted to say yes it did bother you, but you were afraid you would then lose him. Not wanting to risk that you put on a big smile and welcomed him in.

"Of course not it just surprised me." He walked in as you shut the door behind him. He looked around checking the place out making you a little nervous.

"Nice place you got here." He complimented and you just nodded.

"Is there something you needed?" Asking out of curiosity crossing your arms underneath your breasts.

"Not really I just thought we could hang out." His voice became soft making you feel bad for sounding harsh for his drop by.

"Sorry I just didn't expect you would want to see me outside of work." You choked out the last word. "If that's what you call it."

"No I'm sorry I should have asked if this was okay." He seemed nervous almost like he didn't know how to act.

"It's actually nice to have some company." You smiled to whir he returned. "Since I don't know anybody here."

"Well let's get this party started." He hollered clapping his hands together making you laugh.

"Party for just two people?" Raising an eyebrow.

"Even better." He wiggled his eyebrows at you making your cheeks heat up.

The two of you talked for quite some time about each other. You got to find out that he had a brother and two sisters. He grew up normally from you understood.

Admitting he loved sex and the feeling it always have him, so he decided to get paid to have sex. He started off as a low ranking actor who only got small roles in commercials. He wasn't happy with his life so he made the decision, and he's glad that he did.

Afraid to tell his family what he was doing for the past year, but they accepted him still anyway. It was never brought up whenever he came home for holidays though.

When he did mention sex though the air around the two of you became heavy. It was like there was always this pull towards him you couldn't control. It was intoxicating but also very dangerous.

The way he looked into your eyes and just stared had your heart beating so fast. It was getting hard to swallow the longer you were talking with him. You started to feel that pressure between your legs again. Clenching your thighs together to help ease the ache.

"You got anything to drink around here?" He asked as he stood up.

"Yeah I'll get it." You told him making him sit back down as you headed to the kitchen. "I've got water, soda, tea, vodka, whiskey, tequila you name it I've got it."

"I'll take tequila." With a nod you stood in the kitchen and grabbed a cup with some ice.

Grabbing the bottle you stood with your back to him. You could feel his eyes on you the whole time. Suddenly the room became very quiet and tense. Holding the bottle in your hand it sounded like something moved behind you.

Slowly pouring the liquid into the glass you felt a warm body standing right behind you. Keeping your head down as your breathing became shallow.

As if time was slowing down feeling him press right up against your figure. Your eyes focusing on the still empty glass. Unable to move or feel like you could even breath.

Feeling his hot breath fanning across your neck making the hairs on your skin stand straight. His arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled your body back against his. Dropping the bottle back onto the counter.

His lips softly grazing your exposed neck kissing the skin making you moan. The stubble on his face rubbing against your shoulder as he moved his lips around your neck and shoulder. Your hard nipples pushing painfully against your shirt.

"God I want you so bad." He growled into your ear making you close your eyes.

Leaning your head back against his chest as you let him take over. His touch was so gentle but sensual at the same time. If you weren't wet before you were right now.

"I got to feel how tight that pussy was for me." His left hand moved down your hips moving towards your front. "Now I want a taste."

Gasping as your felt his warm hand reach inside your sweatpants cupping your pussy. His mouth open slightly as he felt how soaked you had become cause of him.

"Fuck baby all for me?" He teased as his pointer and middle finger rubbed up and down your folds. Hearing the sound of your wet pussy as he slid his fingers down.

Feeling yourself moving your hips around to get more of a feel for his fingers. Chuckling into your ear at how easily he could control you.

"Such a dirty little slut." That was the first time he's called you that, and you loved it.

His other hand gripped your hip as he twirled you around to face him. Sticking the same two fingers that were just inside you into his mouth. Groaning against his fingers as licked your juices off.

Standing there in awe that a man could make you feel this way. Something as simple as licking his fingers had you wanting to bend over this counter.

Grabbing you swiftly as he placed you on top of the counter making you squeal. Maintaining eye contact with you the whole time as he gripped your pants, pulling them down your legs, throwing them to the side.

"Little pussy all wet for me." He spoke as he looked down between your legs. Your pussy glistening in his view making him lick his lips.

Getting down on his knees as he spread your legs apart by keeping his hands on your ankles. Keeping yourself balanced by leaning on your hands.

He started to kiss from your ankle all the way up to your inner thigh. Every other kiss he would glance up at you to see how crazy he was driving you. Your mouth was opened as shallow breaths left your lungs.

His mouth was inches from your folds, and you found yourself lifting your hips just wanting to feel his tongue. He chuckled at your eagerness, and instead of teasing you more he placed his entire mouth on your wet folds.

Leaning your head back as you moaned out loud. Sticking his tongue out so he could slowly lick you from the bottom of your pussy to your clit that was now poking out.

"Oh fuck Chris." Moaning louder than you intended, but it just felt too good.

Doing that movement over and over again. He started to draw figure eights against your folds. Teasingly sticking his tongue inside you very fast quickly pulling it out making you gasp.

"You taste even sweeter than you look." He groaned as he licked your pussy again.

It was hot to hear him talk about you like this while he was on his knees. You've never felt more powerful than where you were sitting right now.

His tongue was moving faster this time as he rapidly moved it up and down against your pussy. Flicking his tongue around your clit making your squeal as you gripped his hair. He loved how sensitive you were.

"God yes lick my pussy Chris." Those words were enough motivation for him to turn into the animal he was meant to be.

For several minutes he kept the same pattern and rhythm up without breaking a beat. Your hands went from gripping his hair to gripping the edge of the counter. Unable to control your body or hands anymore.

"Feel my tongue baby." He encouraged you not to think too much and just feel. "Imagine my cock."

He then would trace circles around your clit for a few seconds, and then slurp your pussy. He was eating you out like you were legit his favorite meal, and he couldn't get enough of you.

He kept that same movement up until he felt your legs shaking against his hands. Burying his face between your legs as he stuck his tongue inside of you growling when he felt your insides clenching around his tongue.

"That's it sweet baby." He cooed up at you as he maintained his eye contact with what was between your legs. "Feed me."

Looking down to see his mouth practically swallowing your entire pussy. Grinding your hips against his face trying to feel more of his tongue. His hands keeping a grip on your knees to keep you open and spread for him.

Feeling your lower stomach tightening you knew you were seconds away from cumming on his face. Your moans filling the room you were glad at this moment you didn't have a roommate otherwise that would have been embarrassing.

"Ugh yes right there." Encouraging him to not lose the spot that had you seeing stars.

Chris knew you were close as his mouth left your pussy and started to suck on your now swollen clit making you scream. Your legs were shaking and your eyes were rolling into the back of your head.

"God yes yes yes." Squealing through your tightly bit teeth.

Making eye contact with him as you felt your orgasm swiftly approaching you. His tongue felt so good you could stay like this forever. You were never one to be eaten out like this, but if he were the one doing it all the time you wouldn't mind it.

"Cum around my face baby." He commanded you as he stuck his tongue back in your pussy.

At the same time he moved one of his hands so his fingers could flick your clit as well. It was like a fire was being ignited inside of you, and you were about to lose control.

Your senses were becoming overwhelmed and your body was basically grinding against him and the counter. Feeling the urge to pee you kept trying to push his head away from you but he stayed right where he was.

"Shit I'm gonna cum Chris." You moaned almost as a warning but that only encouraged him to move his tongue and fingers faster.

Chris moved his hands then to your hips when he felt your pussy squeezing around his tongue. He knew you were close, and he planned to bring you to your orgasm. Your thighs clenching around his head as you tried not to suffocate him.

Your stomach tightening as you felt your release hitting you quickly. Chris swallowed every last drop of you and he groaned loudly as he did it. Your body started to relax when you were coming down from you high.

"Oh my god." You panted as you felt a drop of sweat roll down your back.

Chris stood up as he kept his hands on your hips. A layer of your arousal covering the scruff around his lips. Taking his fingers and wiping it off then sticking those fingers inside of his mouth groaning at the taste of you.

You sat there out of breath and satisfied. He looked across your face to make sure you were okay. Once you weakly smiled at him he placed his lips against yours, and you could taste yourself on his tongue.

Placing your hands on his hips as the two of you made out on top of the counter. It was like he couldn't get enough of you, and had to feel every inch of your body.

"Next time you're sitting on my face." He joked as he poured himself a drink shooting the whole glass smirking when he set the glass down.

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lovebittenbyevans · 9 days

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The Wrong Sister | Prologue

Summary: You and your sister Jasmine don’t always see eye to eye. When she starts to bring her husband Andy Barber around more, you kept a distance from him until things began to change between you two.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Female Reader

Warnings: slight slow burn, cursed words

Author note: I missed writing this series. This series will be a short series and different. Enjoy reading!

Prologue

One missed call from Andy Barber (brother-in law)

You grabbed your phone after you put on your my hero academia t-shirt. You heard your phone buzzing again in your hand as you finally checked to see who kept hitting you up like this.

Andy Barber: I’m outside! Open the door, please

You reread his text message one more time like it was a joke or not. You placed your phone on the nightstand and walked out of your bedroom. You didn’t expect to see him anytime soon since your sister made plans for them tonight.

When you opened the door of your apartment, you saw Andy standing there in the pouring rain holding a duffel bag. “Hi.”

“Hey, can I stay here tonight?” He asked you.

You quickly moved to the side of the door to let him in. “Uh, you and my sister got into it again?” He walked inside taking his shoes off as you closed the door.

He sighed. “Um, kind of.”

You honestly were not expecting to see him tonight most of all. Your heart began to pick up fast as you walked past him. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

It has been a long time since you had anyone staying with you. You can’t even remember the last time you had a guy stay over at your place.

Andy has been to your apartment more than once but only when your family wanted to have parties or get together at someone's house. You needed your heart to calm the fuck down right about now.

You led him to the guest room and opened the door. “Let me know if you need anything.” You thank god you were able to get rid of the yellow wallpaper and paint the guest room wall a nice light green color.

He clears his throat and walks past you inside the guest room. “Just water.” You nod and head directly to the kitchen.

You filled an empty glass cup with water and made your way back to the guest room. A skull mixed with a lion tattoo on his back caught your attention as you were about to hand him the cup with water.

Shit!

“Here you go.” You said making sure you spoke clearly.

Andy turned around with a smile and took the cup from you. “Thanks.”

You nod. “Well, let me know if you need anything else.” You were about to walk out the door when he called out to you. “Y/N.”

“Yes?” You responded while glancing at him.

Sometimes you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. There was something about Andy that had your heart racing fast and you can not see yourself being around him for long especially when Jasmine always tried to be in you two conversations.

His blue eyes locked with yours. “Why have you been avoiding me? I’ve been calling you and texting you for the past week.”

And there it is…..fuck!

For the past week you have not been answering his calls and text messages. He was not stupid. A part of him missed hearing your voice. He wanted to make sure his sister in law was doing okay.

“Uh.” You paused for a second. “What did my sister and you argue about this time?” You tried to change the subject.

You would be lying to yourself that he shouldn’t be on your mind. He was your brother in law for god sake. Your heart shouldn’t be beating fast for a married man. You should not feel butterflies in your stomach.

“Y/N.” He studied you as he tapped the spot on the bed next to him. He missed having real honest conversations with you. He missed seeing you as well.

You sigh and sit on the edge of the bed leaving space between you two. “Did Jasmine say something to you? I know we follow her rules.” He continues to talk.

You rolled your eyes and scoffs. Your sister and her stupid rules she always made up every time she dates or married someone which you have to follow regardless.

“No.” You shake your head.

Confusion showed on his face. “Is it about that day what happened between–” You cut him off immediately. “No, No, No.”

There you go lying again

Andy brows raise. “Y/N, Don’t do that.” He can tell when you aren’t telling him the truth. You were sometimes easy to read.

“Andy.” You said quietly.

That day should have never happened but it did. He reaches toward you and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. “It’s ok.”

You didn’t realize how close he was to you. You were pretty sure he could hear the way your heart was pounding.

Exhaling a shaky breath, he leans in close, nose brushing and whispers against your lips. “I want you to have me.” You move your head away before he could kiss you.

“Time to get some sleep.” You got up from the bed and let out a yawn. “Goodnight, Andy.” He was almost hard to resist but you was not going to give in. You walked out the door feeling butterflies in your stomach and your cheeks flustered.

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cevansbaby-dove · 28 days

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The Best Birthday Gift part 2

Pairing:Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Nothing but hurt and a touch of fluff.

You woke up the next morning to steve's arm draped over your stomach. You smile as you watch him sleep.

You lean over and kiss his cheek then climb out of bed and your legs are like jelly so you land on your butt. thud!

Steve sits up fast. "Who's there!?" He looks around you and hold your hand up. "It's just me..sorry" You push yourself up and sit on the bed. "You did a number on me Cap"

Steve moves over to you. "here I got ya"

You place your hand on his shoulder as you stand and he grabs your hips so you don't fall. "Good morning baby"

You smile. "hi handsome man" He kisses you and says. "So um..will we get questions about this?"

You smile. "Maybe but if they ask us anything we just say I fell asleep in your bed..."

Steve helps you to your room down the hall and he says. "We could be more then a one time thing if you want...I mean..uh..i'm down for it"

You turn and lean on the door frame. "I'll think about it Rogers, thanks again for last night"

He kisses you and says. "See you down there" You close your eyes feeling his beard lightly touch your cheek.

"yes sir" He smiles and walks away. You sigh and walk into your bed room and grab shorts and a shirt and put it on and you take your pill and walk down to the kitchen and Steve is talking to Tony. "Well how was your birthday y/n?" You hear tony ask you as you walk in with a slight smile.

"Good" You grab a cup and Steve is next to you and he whispers in your ear. "I still remember how your mouth tastes"

Tony look up from his newspaper. "What was that?" You turn around. 'Nothing um..the coffee doesn't taste good to Steve"

You smack his arm lightly then he says. "ok ok sorry" He hears Nat and Wanda walk into the kitchen.

"Morning ladies" Nat hugs you. "ugh we are the worst friends ever! I am so so sorry we couldn't be there yesterday"

You smile as you hug her than Wanda. "it's alright girls we will make time in a few days for our day out"

Steve coughs lightly making you look at him with a smirk. "Come on girls we should hang out"

Tony says. 'She and Rogers came in soaked last night they were out in the storm, thank God my rug is clean now"

Nat looks at Steve. "Oh God are you two sick now?" You shake your head. "No we're fine nat" You grab the girls hands and walk away before Steve can say anything.

Steve sighs watching you walk away. Tony says. "What's up Cap?" Steve shakes his head. "Nothing Tony" He takes a sip of his coffee then says. "can I ask you something?"

"Sure man, what's up?" Tony sits at the counter. Steve leans on the counter. "It's about y/n" Tony sighs. "You two fucked didn't you?" Steve's eyes go wide. "Language Tony!"

"well? Didn't you? You know the walls aren't thin..." Steve feels his cheeks go red even under his beard he still blushes. "Well uh...we uh.." he rubs his neck feeling awkward. "yes..."

Tony smiles. "About damn time You found her that way!" Steve blinks. "What?" "She's been super flirty with you and you always looked past that...I'm happy for you Rogers"

You and The girls sit on your bed and Nat says. "So what did you two do?" You smile. "um well we went out for a nice dinner then we went bowling and girls he needs help learning! he thought hitting one pin was a strike! and I won the bowling"

You laugh. "Um then we came back and I wanted to stay in the storm and he asked me to dance with him..."

Wanda says. "In the rain!?" Nat says. "Oh my God that's sweet!!" You giggle. 'yes um then he uh kissed me and the end!"

Nat gives you a questioning look. 'THE END!? Just one kiss and that's it? Y/N...are you hiding something from us?"

You shake your head. "No...I mean uh...I don't um.." Wanda says. "She is hiding something! Come tell us girl!" You laugh. "We had sex?"

Wanda and nat's jaws drop and you say. "it's only one time we are still friends...."

Wanda says. "friends!? how the fuck are you friends after you two...you two...fucked!?"

Nat says. "Friends....with benefits! Oh my God it's about time someone had him rail someone!"

You say. "Sh! tony doesn't know about it..please do not tell him"

Wanda says. "Oh yeah no we won't tell him right Nat?" Nat glances at Wanda smirking. "Won't tell him" You look at them and say. "You two suck at lying"

Nat says. "And you suck at keeping secrets" You smile. "Well..I wasn't sure if Steve wanted to have it out about last night..but I can't lie to my girlssss" You pull them in for a hug and giggle.

Steve hears you girls walk out of the room and your eyes meet and you send him a warm smile and Tony turns in his chair and says. "Oh hello y/n Steve tells me how great your birthday was"

You look at Steve and say. "Um..excuse me?" Tony pours himself a drink and nods. "Hmm hm the walls aren't thin" You feel your face turn red and Wanda says. "Damn I thought we only knew about you two...wow"

Steve says. "ok ok back off all of you please. This was just a one time thing it's not going to happen again." he walks to you."Right?"

You stood there frozen, you loved him but then again the words that just came out of steve's mouth didn't make it sound like he felt the same about you...You bite your lip holding back tears and say. "ri...right it's nothing"

Nat says. "Rogers! why the fuck would you say something like that?" You shake your head and walk out of the kitchen. "What did I say?' Steve said.

Nat sighs. "you just hurt her feelings saying it's nothing..damn man learn us girls! we don't do that just out of lust!"

She storms away and you hear her say behind you. "Sorry about him" You wipe away tears and say. "he's right...it's nothing big..it's just a hook up...nothing more"

Nat sighs. "y/n I can tell when someone is in love and you really do love him don't you?" You nod then face her. "but clearly he doesn't feel the same way"

You scoff. "Just let me be alone" Nat places her hand on your shoulder. "i'm here if you ever need" You nod. "Thanks but I want to be alone" She nods and walks away.

You walk into the training room and grab a gun and think maybe staying sharp will take your mind off of last night..

Bang Goes the gun. Steve's lust filled eyes flash into your mind. You press your lips together loading the gun again. Bang!

You remember how he kissed your neck. You roll your eyes. "Y/n get it together!" you said out loud.

Steve's eyes were on you and you didn't have to turn around to know that. "Come here to say how what we did last night didn't mean anything to you?" You shot another round.

Steve shakes his head. "I'm sorry I didn't think you felt that way about me" You set the gun down and turn to face him.

"Your right Steve...I guess you fucked me just to feel something uh? well don't worry it won't happen again"

You turn to walk away from him when he lightly grabs you arm.

Your eyes meet his and he says."Y/n last night was incredible but it can't happen again, we can't... it was a mistake to do that"

You say. "a mistake!? Oh I'm sorry if I fucked up your night by being nice to you! jesus Christ fine you know what!? I'm done...I am so done being nice to you now let go of me before I hurt you"

Steve drops his hand. You then say. "Stay away from me from now on!" You walk out and tell Tony, "i'm going out I can't stand it here!" You grab your car keys and Tony says. "Lovers fighting?" You turn. "we aren't lovers tony! Steve said it himself its was a mistake"

You slam the door and get into your car and drive away fast.

Last that day Steve gets a call from someone.

"hello?'

"is this Steve Rogers?"

"yes who is this?"

"My name is Kathy um someone here got into a crash and said to call you her name is y/n...do you know her?" Steve grabs his car keys and rushes out of the tower. "Is she ok?"

"Yes she was t-boned by a drunk but she's on her way to the ER" Steve gets into his car and says. "i'm on my way now thank you" the lady says. "you're welcome"

Steve drives away at a fast speed and lets the team know what happened and Nat says. "We're on our way too oh God did the lady say if y/n was hurt badly??"

"She didn't say God I hope she's ok" Steve runs a red light and then gets to the ER 20 minutes later. He rushes through the sliding doors and looks around. No sign of you anywhere.

Steve walks to the front desk and asks about you and if you were brought in yet. "Yes she is in the ICU she has a few broken ribs and major head trauma."

Steve takes off for the ICU he was now panicking that you might not make it.

Steve walks through doors and then sees the word ICU in a big letters. He makes a mad dash to the doors and sees a Doctor. "Hi um I'm looking for y/n l/n, she was in a car accident."

The doctor nods. "She's in surgery right now she had to be rushed in" Steve's eyes fill up with tears God he was beyond worried about you now.

Steve sits down in the waiting room hoping and praying you'd pull through this.

A/n:Oh no! Reader is in the ICU!! 😱 What will happen next!? Give me your guesses in the comments below :)

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astranva · 2 years

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River.

Word Count: 2.4k

Category: Fluff, angst-ish?

Warning: Labor pain

Summary: In which pregnant!actress!YN gives birth and overprotective!Chris is an emotional mess.

a/n: I watched this video for reference x

Planet Evans Universe

While it was a fact that dolphins sleep with one eye open, you were ready to argue with all scientists of the world that the ability to do so wasn’t limited to the marine creatures, but it included your husband, Chris, as well the moment you were nearing your due date.

What started as him checking your butt as you walked just because, turned into him checking your butt to see if your water broke. His head might have snapped a few times because of how quickly he turned it when you let out the tiniest groan.

But nothing could have prepared Chris for the moment.

“Not today then, huh?” You had smiled as you got into bed, being slow and careful with your big baby bump as you did.

Chris had sighed, smiling at you as he joined you, inching closer to press a kiss to your head, “Seems so.”

Getting 4 hours worth of sleep was something that you were thankful for because you didn’t know how harder your birth would have been if you hadn’t gotten any sleep at all.

It was 2 am when you woke up from the wet sensation overtaking your lower half, calmly getting out of bed and quietly wobbling to your bathroom to check the color, fully aware of your need for it to be your water having broken and not pee because you couldn’t deal with the smell of it all at 2 am.

Pushing down your leggings mid-feeling of the waterworks, your breath hitched in your throat at the clear-colored water.

Your water broke.

You closed your eyes, standing up straight and taking a deep inhale through your nose before exhaling to your mouth twice. You were calm as you took off your leggings as slowly as your bump allowed you before washing your hands and patting your face, a moment before you walked back into your bedroom.

You were quiet and gentle as you approached Chris’s side of the bed, sitting yourself down on the tiny space he left before you reached out, softly grazing his cheek, “Chris,” you began, voice soft and gentle, “Baby.”

9 months ago, Chris would have hummed and smiled, but seen as his anxiety was getting the best of him the moment you became pregnant, he shot up with a gasp, eyes wide and hands out to hold your arms, “Are you okay?”

You hushed him soothingly, smiling at him, “You’re okay,” you began, “I’m okay,” you said, inching closer to him before letting him know, “My water broke.”

His wide eyes widened some more, mouth open in surprise, “You water-Your water-”

“Broke,” you finished for him, leaning your face closer to his before pecking his lips.

“Okay,” he whispered to himself, “Let’s get you comfortable, okay?”

You hummed with a nod, “No contractions yet, but can you text Nia?” You asked him, mentioning your doula whom you and Chris had offered to pay the rent of a nearby house for as you neared your due date.

“Text Nia,” Chris repeated, “Let’s get you comfortable first, yeah? How does that sound?”

Taking your hand, Chris helped you stand and move out of your bedroom and down to your living room, taking slow steps with you and praising your tiniest move.

“Good job, honey, good job,” he kissed your forehead as you sat on your couch, “I’ll grab our phones, okay?”

As Chris rushed to grab your phones, Dodger approached you, seemingly aware of what was happening as he lied on the floor beside the couch.

“You’ll have a sibling soon, Dodge,” you said, reaching out to pet his head, “It’s happening.”

Sensing the commotion, your unbothered cat showed support by jumping up on the couch, choosing to curl herself into a ball by your feet.

Chris was quickly by your side, choosing to sit behind Dodger and near your head, his hand softly stroking your hair.

“Are you excited?” You asked him, looking at him.

He smiled, “Yeah,” he answered, “Nervous to be honest. I hope-I don’t know, I just hope it doesn’t get intense on you.”

“We know it will,” you said, “Should be happening any time now.”

“Are you sure we shouldn’t go to the hospital now? Please?”

“I asked Nia and Janelle,” you mentioned your doula and midwife, “Both said I should wait because I won’t be so comfortable at the hospital. It’s just a 15-minute drive.”

“That’s a lot of time,” Chris joked quietly with a smile, continuing to stroke your hair.

“I-Oh,” you paused, feeling the contraction, “Contraction,” you announced, taking your phone to quickly log it on an app so you could time it. You closed your eyes, inhaling and exhaling calmly to pass it through before the feeling went away, making you tap again on the app, “32 seconds,” you said.

“How does it feel?” Chris asked quietly, eyebrows furrowed and heart racing.

“Period cramp. Feels like period cramps,” you said, “Are the bags packed?”

He hummed with a nod, “They’re packed. Everything’s ready,” he said.

“Can you change me?” You asked.

Chris nodded, “You want the clothes you have on the chair?”

You nodded, “But can you bring any t-shirt of yours, too?”

“I will,” he stood up before leaning down, pressing his lips to yours, “I love you.”

“I love you,” you repeated with a smile, watching his lips mirror yours before he left.

As someone with anxiety, it had taken Chris many counseling sessions and practice to keep his anxiety under control right there and then. He knew that that was the calm before the storm, he knew that you were expected to scream in pain and cry in it, he knew about it all, yet Chris had read too many books and booked too many How to Stay Calm During Your Wife’s Labor sessions that he knew how to repeat soothing and assuring mantras to himself.

Helping you change, Chris was gentle and living as he did so; making sure to pepper soft kisses to your skin, rubbing your bump through your 4-minute interval contractions before he lied behind you on the couch.

“We need them to be 1 minute apart before you make your way to the hospital, love,” your midwife, Janelle, said in a voice note.

It was half 3:30 am when Nia came over, being her charming self as she greeted you and Chris after he let her in.

“How are we feeling?”

You nodded, “Still 4 minutes apart,” you let her know, “They last for like 30 to 33 seconds.”

“Sounds good, sounds good,” she said, “It’s still early labor and it can take hours, no rush. How’s your back doing?”

“Chris got me a heating pad,” you turned your body slightly, showing her the purple heating pad behind you, “It’s not the worst thing.”

Nia nodded, “You’re doing a great job, Y/N,” she smiled, “How do you feel about some exercise?”

Chris was trying not to chew on his nails as he watched you and Nia do exercises, watching your doula massage your lower back as you rested your upper body the yoga ball with your eyes closed.

“How does that feel?”

You only hummed, making both your doula and your husband smile.

It was when 6 am had rolled by that you had finally managed to have a 20-minute nap before your contractions got closer to being 3 and half minutes apart.

“You sure you don’t want to go to the hospital now?” Chris asked you as he stood with his back against the wall and you against him, his hands carrying your bump for you.

You shook your head, “It’ll make me panic if we go now,” you said in the midst of a painful contraction, eyes shut close and eyebrows furrowed as you held on to his wrists, “I don’t-I don’t want to stay for-for long there.”

“Okay,” he said before nuzzling his head in your neck, “You’re doing amazing, baby, you know that?” He asked quietly before humming in question, “Do you? I’m so proud of you. I’m proud of you for carrying our baby for all these months, all that time, and now it’s finally coming to an end, yeah? We’re meeting our baby soon.”

You hummed, leaning your head back against him.

“I love you,” Chris reminded you, “I love you so much.”

“I love you,” you replied quietly.

It was at 10 am when your contractions were only 1 minute apart and not a minute went by before Chris had the two packed duffle bags in one hand while the other held your hand as he helped you into the car.

“I’ll meet you there, okay?” Nia said, unlocking her own car.

With his sunglasses on, Chris gave her thumbs up before he closed the door to your seat after strapping your seatbelt on and quickly getting into the driver’s seat.

At that point, you were groaning in pain, eyes closed as you tried to focus on steadying your breath.

Chris was sure his hand’s blood circulation was going to be cut off by the grip you had on it as he drove with the other, but he wasn’t complaining.

“You’ll be okay, baby, you’ll be okay,” he brought your hand to his lips, kissing it softly, “It’ll all end so soon, honey. You’re doing a great job. A great, great job.”

You only groaned in pain as he drove, wiping your tears with your other hand and Chris had to gulp to stifle his own cries–but tearful eyes he couldn’t control.

Being the overprotective husband and dad-to-be, Chris was very adamant on getting you a big private sector at the hospital, not only because of your high status as an actress, but also to ensure that you were going to get the best medical assistance and care possible.

Your midwife, doula, and another nurse had helped you into bed, strapping you to all the vital machines you needed to be strapped to before assessing your labor.

“5 centimeters dilated,” Janelle said, “We’re going to need to wait, okay? We need you at 10 centimeters, sweetheart.”

You nodded as you cried, not being able to control your emotions and pain as you did while Chris soothingly stroked your hair and held your hand.

In the dimmed light of the room, your midwife, doula and the nurse had given you and Chris privacy.

“Do you still want to have a water birth?” Chris asked softly before you nodded, tiresome and in pain as you held on to his hand, “Think it goes well with the name if it’s a boy, doesn’t it?” He joked with a soft chuckle, melting when you gave him a tired smile. “I haven’t texted anyone yet.”

You hummed, appreciating the fact that you and Chris had agreed on keeping everything quiet and private just so you could have a stress-free birth, but you knew a text was due soon. “Are you going to text them?” You tiredly asked.

“I will,” he said, keeping to himself the part where he didn’t want want to let go of your hand for any reason and that texting would have to wait.

As another contraction hit, you were brought to tears.

“This is so painful,” you said in-between sobs.

Unaware of his own tears falling, Chris leaned his forehead on yours, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry you have to go through that,” he said softly, “But it’ll all be forgotten once we meet our baby, yeah?”

You nodded, still sobbing.

“Yeah?” He repeated with a small smile, “Give me a kiss,” he said before his lips were softly on yours, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you sniffled before inhaling and exhaling deeply, closing your eyes.

“You think you can rest?”

“No,” you answered.

“Figured,” Chris chuckled.

In a back-aching position, Chris remained by your side for the next hour and a half, going from assuring you to talking to you about all the things you were going to do with your baby.

“We can one of those big family cars,” he joked, “You know the ones that look too big?”

You chuckled slightly, shaking your head at him.

“No to the family car? No?”

“No,” you chuckled.

“Ruining my dad dream,” Chris joked, smiling at you.

It wasn’t long before your contractions got more intense, then with the added feeling of wanting to push and in a way, it was good news when you were told that they were going to fill the birthing tub.

At that point, you were audibly screaming and crying in pain as you held on to your husband while they filled the tub.

“It hurts,” you cried, eyes closed shut.

“I know, I know,” Chris wiped your tears, peppering your cheeks with soft kisses, “Not so long now, baby. You’ve been through so much and now it’s coming to an end, yeah? We’re getting nearer to meeting our baby.”

“I’m scared,” you sobbed, your shoulders shaking as you did.

“I’m right here with you,” he said, “I’m not got anywhere, I’m right here.”

“Stay with me,” you said.

“I’m right here, honey, I promise,” Chris repeated, “Not going anywhere.”

In just your sports bra, you were finally helped into the birthing tub and into position, one hand fisted under the water while the other gripped Chris’s.

Chris was behind you, his free hand stroking your hair as he whispered sweet nothings and encouraging words, with promises of “it’ll be okay”s and “I love you”’s spoken.

You were grunting as your doctor, Dr. Paula, arrived and with some pep talk, had instructed you to push.

You were persistent at that point; focusing on just pushing so you could finally meet your baby, yes, but also so you could rid yourself of the pain.

“Good job, Y/N, good job,” Dr. Paula nodded, her hands under the water, “One more, one more big push.”

“Come on, baby,” Chris kissed your temple, tears falling down as his heart broke at your painful sobs and screams as you pushed.

It was 1:34 pm when your baby was born.

Your eyes opened at the sudden feeling of being able to breathe, hands open and arms outreached to your crying baby.

“A healthy baby boy,” Dr. Paula smiled, carefully handing you your baby.

“Hey,” you cooed in-between sobs, “Hey, baby.”

“Oh my God,” Chris whispered, watching in awe and taking in his baby boy before he reached forward, gently grazing his baby’s cheek, “Hey, bubba. Hey,” he cooed before sniffling, laughing quietly in glee.

You matched Chris’s laughter, glancing back at your husband before looking back at your baby, “You do match your name, don’t you? You like water, don’t you?”

Chris chuckled, wiping his tearful cheek by bringing his shoulder closer before sniffling, taking in the newest addition to the Evans’ family.

“River Jude Evans.”

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hiddenwritingsintheworld · 8 months

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Cruel Summer Chapter 1 (Chris Evans x Actress/Singer!Reader)

(Okay, So Ive been away for a hot minute. And I've been through quite a bit. But I got inspired to write this and I hope yall love it!! Couple of things. 1.) Taylor Swift doesnt exist in this series, the reader is like taylor swift! 2) dont come for me, I've been chewing on this idea for a few months now lol. 3.) Im almost done with chapter 1 of My Alpha, I know I've gotten some messages about that!! Also, half way through chapter 2 of Midnight rain ;) Enjoy! Let me know your thoughts on this!! love you guys!!!)

Thoughts? Suggestions? General opinion wanted here!!!!!

You’d be delusional to think that he wanted anything more than hookups with you. Being a movie star was hard enough to make a “normal” life ...falling in love with your co-star though...that made everything even worse. That’s what led you to becoming a world famous pop star, releasing smash hit after smash hit. Your smile; when up on that stage, tens of thousands of fans screaming your songs as you sang them, standing ovations, tears of happiness, excitement, thrill, it all made that heartache ease just a little bit. But not all the way.

“Tonight is a HUGE night, I can’t believe you’re going to announce another album. I’m in awe, really I am.” Your mom said, grabbing your shoulders and looking at you in the mirror of the room you were currently using backstage. “Mom, thanks so much for traveling with me during this tour. It means so much to me.” you smiled softly at her, “especially after everything I’ve been through recently. Wanna know the surprise songs tonight? Or just be surprised like everyone else?” you asked with a soft laugh.

Your mom and dad were your biggest and best fans you could have ever asked for. Even during the worst time of your life, you’d had your parents support when changing careers. “Awe, let me be surprised like everyone else dear. Your cue is up….come on,” she gave you a big hug and kissed your cheek. “You’re going to be amazing, just like every other night” she beamed before walking out of your dressing room.

You stared in the mirror, touching up your red lipstick before turning around and walking out. Your bejeweled bodysuit in the colors of your most favorite album you’d put out, pinks and blues. You smiled at the stage crew and everyone working behind the scenes as you walked with your assistant. “Another great sold out crowd out there, the VIP tent is dead center, lots of celebrities are here tonight too.” She smiled before you walked away standing on your mark.

Listening to the entrance music you’d had custom made, caused the memories to flood your mind.

You looked over at him grinning as you both reached for a piece of popcorn. “Soooo I thought you wanted to do something else when you asked me to come to your hotel room 10:30 at night.” you smirked as he laughed, throwing his head back. “While yes, I’d love to do that too….I figured it would be nice to watch a movie or two, enjoy a snack and relax together too. I ordered some wine and chocolate covered strawberries too.” he said leaning closer to you, as you bit your lip leaning into him, letting his lips brush yours. The next thing you knew, he had you pinned to the bed, popcorn littering the floor as he kissed down your neck, slowly pushing your shirt off and attacking your chest.

“Ready? Have fun!!” Your assistant shouted over the music and screaming fans as the platform started to bring you up from under the stage. You plastered a grin on your lips and got in your stance with your mic.

The moment your back up dancers pulled back the large fabric fans to reveal you, you began to sing one of your songs. The roar of screams, cheers and cries erupted throughout the entire stadium as you came into sight for everyone. The platform continued to rise as you sang, smiling at everyone.

“It's you and me, that's my whole world

They whisper in the hallway, "She's a bad, bad girl"

Oh, I just thought you should know (you should know)

It's you and me, there's nothing like this (like this)

Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince (okay)

We're so sad, we paint the town blue (paint it blue)

Voted most likely to run away with you.”

The music ended as everyone cheered even louder and you laughed softly, the platform lowering back to the mainstage level; you grinned as the next song began instantly. You loved performing for a crowd, they never made you feel like you weren’t worth the love and attention. You strut toward the front of the stage, beginning to sing the bridge, along with the crowd, when a sight almost threw you off your performance. He stood there in the VIP tent with a cold beer in one hand, his other arm around the shoulders of a petite brunette.

“I'm drunk in the back of the car

And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (oh)

Said, "I'm fine, " but it wasn't true

I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you

And I snuck in through the garden gate

Every night that summer just to seal my fate (oh)

And I screamed for whatever it's worth

"I love you, " ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?

He looks up grinning like a devil”

You belt out the bridge, the crowd screaming louder toward the end. You tried to not to look at the VIP tent, the urge to see him again, standing there happy with some other girl, you danced around, happily grinning at the crowd, encouraging them to sing along. You finally took a break, smiling wide as everyone clapped and cheered. “Hi!” you said cheerfully. “My name is Y/N and welcome to The Eras Tour,” you grinned as the stadium erupted again.

“I just want to say thank you to everyone who is here tonight and I hope that I don’t disappoint. I usually perform only two surprise songs a night, however, I’m feeling…fun tonight, so I want to add another song to the list for you all. It’s one that I don't usually perform live. But, I hope you enjoy it.” you smiled as the platform rose and you looked around, the soft jazz music starting as loud cheers erupted. You couldn't stop the smile that landed on your face as you began to sing.

“We were crazy to think

Crazy to think that this could work

Remember how I said I'd die for you?

We were stupid to jump

In the ocean separating us

Remember how I'd fly to you?

And I can't talk to you when you're like this

Staring out the window like I'm not your favorite town

I'm New York City

I still do it for you, babe

They all warned us about times like this

They say the road gets hard and you get lost when you're led by blind faith

Blind faith”

You smiled looking around, your eyes landed on him again, he had a look in his eyes, just like how he used to look at you, hunger and desperation for your touch. You put your lips back up to the microphone and made eye contact with him again.

“But we might just get away with it

Religion's in your lips

Even if it's a false god

We'd still worship

We might just get away with it

The altar is my hips

Even if it's a false god

We'd still worship this love

I know heaven's a thing

I go there when you touch me

Honey hell is when I fight with you”

You didn’t mean to stare for so long, but the way he looked at you, watching your body move. You wanted to jump off stage and run into his arms again, kissing him, telling him how in love with him you still were, even after the three years that had passed. You felt a tightness in your chest when the girl turned and kissed his neck, and began to dance with him.

You finished the song not soon after and took a small bow as everyone screamed out. You stood still smiling as the platform began to lower, before diving off to get changed. “I need a minute,” you said as your assistant came up to you. She looked slightly confused as they began to help you into your next outfit. How were you going to continue this concert with him staring at you? You didn’t think you could do it honestly.

“I can’t believe you changed the set list, We’re going to have to cut one of the surprise songs.” You looked at her. “No we can’t but we are changing them tonight.” you said as they did up the back of your dress. “What?! Why!” she gasped. “Chris is here,” you said looking at her as her face fell. “With some girl.” she sighed putting a hand on her head “Jesus fucking Christ……okay. Tell me what you need.” you looked at her again as tears filled your eyes. “I need a fucking minute.” you grabbed the new mic rushing off.

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jen-with-a-pen · 1 month

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ALL TIED UP - FIVE

Previous ⊹ Series

summary: Steve's night is made when his barista ends up sharing a class with him. But Steve's paranoia gets the best of him– can he really trust his gut?

pairings: Art Student!Frat Brother!Steve Rogers x Film Student!Sorority Sister!Reader

word count: 2.66k

warnings: flirting, fluff, hand holding, closeness, steve is adorable when he's nervous, paranoia, unease, cursing, barista lore™

a/n: had fun writing this one as we build up to friday! i might be switching the days/chapters around in the next few, but we'll see. depends on the depravity of my brain 😈

gif by @paliaphrodite | additional graphics + dividers by me ♥

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Last Thursday.

Learning how to draw, when he already knows how to draw, makes Steve feel bad at drawing.

Sitting in the lecture hall of the art school, he doodles over the half-assed notes he manages to take during the first thirty minutes of class. Usually, he loves Drawing 101; it’s his easiest, only late-night class each week and one of the only times he can relax without worrying about one of the brothers barging in with another stupid homework question. Usually, it's just him, his earbuds turned up a touch too high, and whatever subjects the instructor places in front of him. On Thursday nights, nothing stands between him, an easel, and two straight hours of sketching pots and people.

Except when a said-Thursday night happens to fall on ‘mandatory lecture’ day.

It hasn’t been an hour when Steve gives up trying to force himself to focus, instead choosing to mindlessly doodle over and around the page. The Drawing 101 guest professor continues to drone on about different types of graphite in the pencils kits Steve and twenty-odd other kids in the course were forced to buy. Steve doesn’t understand– nor does he particularly give a shit– as to why a 3H pencil is better over a 3B pencil, or how using an 8B pencil isn’t preferred over a 7B pencil.

A pencil is a fucking pencil.

Steve sighs, failing to stifle a yawn. No amount of coffee– not even the triple espresso concoction his barista had him try earlier that day– could save him from falling asleep in this godforsaken, decades-old room with dimmed lights and sporadically-filled seats scattered amongst the vast sea of empty ones. Honestly, nobody ever came to monthly lectures, save for when their usual professor mentioned the material would be part of their written midterms. Guest lecturers result in a lesser turnout, too, and Steve partially wishes he’d chosen to spend it back at the café or in the library. As the professor continues on to the next type of pencil, the double doors at the back of the room creak open. Still dazed in a bored stupor, Steve cranes his neck over his shoulder to see which unlucky bastard is almost an hour late to the snoozefest.

He immediately wakes up, shooting up in his seat as if a bucket of ice water were splashed on him. He can’t believe what he sees: it’s her. Her. His barista.

Mouth agape, he stares as she slowly closes the doors, careful not to draw too much attention to her late arrival. When nobody bothers to acknowledge her, she makes her way down the carpeted steps of the lecture hall in search of refuge in an empty seat. Her eyes dart across the aisles, desperate for just one, inconspicuous place that will draw the least attention.

As she combs the rows with a furrowed brow and bottom lip slipping adorably between her teeth, Steve realizes he’s got some sort of a chance. Eyes dart to the professor, then back to her. Steve subtly raises a hand, waving to get her attention. Locking eyes, she finally sees him. Relief and surprise replace her bitten lip with a beaming smile. Steve’s heart soars, skipping far more than several beats. He doesn’t– he can’t– take his eyes off her as she quickly shuffles through the row of seats, plopping down next to him and dropping a tote bag at her feet. She pulls out a purple notebook and pen, slouching back into her seat with a relieved sigh, knee brushing gently against Steve’s. A ghost of the sweetest-smelling perfume drifts into his nostrils and he has the urge to replace his oxygen supply with it.

Steve feels like he’s dreaming. Cloud nine, light as a feather, the whole fucking nine yards. He skims over her features in the dim light of the lecture hall– the curve of her lips as she whispers to herself, flipping through the pages of her notebook, trying to find a blank spot; her eyelashes that flick up and down as she copies down the date and class number. He trails down her neck, crossing over the gold bar necklace she wears every day, to her shoulders and arms, her hands. When his eyes drift back up to her face, she’s staring back. Heat blooms in his cheeks and nerves constrict his chest in embarrassment. She smirks, shaking her head and turning her attention to the professor’s current ramblings on B and HB pencils. Steve opens his mouth to speak but quickly shuts it.

What would he even say? How would he get away with trying to talk to her in the middle of the lecture? The professor would hear him, he’d get called out, everyone would see him–

She huffs, turning to another blank notebook page. Steve side-eyes her as she quietly tears the page out and scribbles something on the first line. Side-eyeing Steve, a small smile pulls at the corners of her lips as she discreetly slides the paper over to him.

hi stranger.

Steve can’t help but grin. It spills across his lips as more heat blooms, trailing up his ears and down his neck. Trying not to seem too eager, he clicks his own pen and scrawls a response. The professor’s voice fades into background noise, going through one ear and out the other. He’s a goner and so is Steve.

YOURE THE STRANGER, STRANGER

He slides the paper back to her. She scoffs a laugh, smile growing wider.

last minute class drop + switch. u know how it is.

TRUE. DIDNT KNOW YOU WERE AN ART KID

She shakes her head, quickly scribbling when Steve cocks his head, mouthing a ‘what?’

film kid. have to take art class for credit. only one available.

Steve’s surprised at her response, nodding once he thinks it over. It makes sense.

She makes sense.

It fits her. It fits the way she moves, the way she carries herself, the ease in which she comes up with witty comebacks. It’s then and there Steve really thinks about the contrast between the two of them– the way he’s perceived versus how he perceives her. He’s a frat brother, a six-foot-two guy with muscles he doesn’t know how to use yet, and a lifelong artist who doesn’t fit in– no matter how much he tries to claw and fight his way out of the hole people dig and throw him in.

If anything, he doesn’t make sense.

Brow furrowing and jaw set, Steve’s caught in the downward spiral he’s been fighting to keep at bay since coming to Richards– since he pledged his life away to Sigma Theta Beta and the never-ending identity crisis the brothers force upon him every waking moment. But, it’s with her that he feels more like himself than anywhere else in the goddamned world. It’s with her he wants to– willingly– be himself. He wants to be himself with her.

He, however, doesn’t realize the hack job he’s performing on his poor cheek tissue until a soft hand covers his, squeezing lightly. Warmth spreads like wildfire across Steve’s skin, breaking him free and bringing him back to the real world. Concern veils over his barista’s expression; her soft, searching gaze jumps between his baby blues.

‘You okay?’ she mouths, studying him, hand still on his. Her brow twitches upwards when he still doesn’t respond. Steve holds up an index finger and goes back to responding on the paper.

SORRY. LOT ON MY MIND

She nods heavily in agreement.

same. pencildick up there is putting me to sleep. how do you even do it?

Steve bites a laugh back.

DRAWING, COUNTING THE CLOCK

Before she takes it back Steve adds,

AND NOW YOU.

Her smile is bright enough to light up the darkened lecture hall.

Two whole pages are filled by the time class lets out. Front and back.

Steve allows his barista to take the lead in following other students out of the lecture hall. Buzzing conversations reveal a shared eagerness to get the hell out of there and go spend the rest of their Thursday night doing something else more worthy of their precious time. Steve slings his bag over his shoulder as he follows close behind, verbally continuing their written conversation about her shift from earlier in the day and swapping ridiculous ways on how they’ll manage to work every type of pencil into their midterm.

As he plods next to her, Steve fights an innate urge to place a light hand on her lower back to guide her out on their way to the parking lot. Instead, he gets the door, jokingly half-bowing with an outstretched arm to the second set of double doors. Continuing out of the building, Steve takes a breath, deciding now is the perfect time to ask if she’s busy tonight. Instead, though, she stops abruptly. Steve runs directly into her, arms jutting out instinctively to steady both of them out of sheer instinct. Grabbing her shoulders, she spins around to face him, closer to his chest than either realized.

Steve feels his ears turn red again. She looks up at him, blinking before taking a step back, lips parting slightly. An awkward beat hangs in the air before Steve clears his throat and rubs his neck.

"You, uh,” he swallows, preparing himself for the inevitable, “You maybe wanna go grab a bite t’eat, or somethin’?"

Her eyes widen, lips twitching at the corners. She looks like she’s about to answer before quickly realizing something, as if internally scolding herself for even looking excited. Pressing her lips together, her eyes dart back to her phone.

"Shit, I–" she quickly types a response and shoves it back in her pocket, exhaling in frustration.

"What is it?"

"I would love to, Steve. I really would, but," she closes her eyes and sighs, "I can't. My sisters need me back at the house. They said it’s an ‘emergency.’" She adds sarcastic air quotes, rolling her eyes.

"Oh!” Relief fills Steve’s chest, thankful she’s not purposefully blowing him off with some shitty excuse. “Okay, no yeah, I–I totally get it, family can be-"

She smiles softly, shaking her head and taking his hand to run a thumb over his knuckles. The gesture is so casual, so soft, yet it sends goosebumps up Steve’s arm.

"Oh, no. No, they're not my actual sisters. They're, um, my sorority sisters." She flinches as 'sorority' leaves her lips.

Steve blanches, swallowing a disbelieving laugh. He can't help the lopsided smile spreading across his face. He can’t help taking both her hands in his and holding them in excitement. The odds of it– all of it– all the things, of all the people, she’s the one to make him feel less alone. She’s the one that understands everything.

He tries, and fails, to contain his excitement.

"No, I– I completely get it. My frat brothers are insufferable and I'm the newest pledge, so–"

It’s her turn to blanche. "You? You’re a new pledge, too?"

"Yeah, I, uh, I’m required by my scholarship–"

"Oh thank God it's not just me!"

"There's one for sisters, too?" Steve gawks. He’s truly in shock at the audacity of Richards to make any student required to endure the circle of Hell that is Greek life. He squeezes her hands. She matches him.

"Of course there is, meathead,” she snorts. “Title nine, or whatever the hell."

Steve nods. "I can’t tell you how glad I am not to be alone in this. It's fucked up, but maybe not as much now that I know you're in the same boat as me."

He pulls her ever-so-slightly closer. She lets him.

"Guess that makes you the Jack to my Rose."

Steve furrows his bro, cocking his head like a confused puppy.

"Oh God– Don't tell me you've never seen Titanic," she gasps, feigning offense and sending Steve off course, thinking he’s fucked up somehow.

Sarcasm isn’t his strong suit.

"I, uh– no, not that I know of. I–I mean I've heard of the Titanic, but I don't remember the– well I know there's a movie, but I–"

She laughs, full and genuine, stepping forward as her hands leave his, placing one on his shoulder. Her touch is soft, gentle, more comforting than anything he’s ever felt.

"I'll show ya some time. Don't worry."

Squeezing his bicep, her fingertips glide down to his hand, grazing his fingers for the slightest moment before slipping between them, lacing them together. Electricity shoots up Steve's arm. Without another word she leads him out of the building, walking down the sidewalk lit by the moon rising overhead and scattered street lamps illuminating the parking lot.

Steve decides then and there he’ll go wherever she takes him. Anywhere. Everywhere.

She stops at the edge of the parking lot and turns to him. "This is where I leave ya, my car’s over yonder.” She nods to a blue sedan with a Richards sticker on the back windshield sitting underneath one of the street lamps. “Plus, I’d like to save you walkin’ me to my car for another night.”

Butterflies. Steve nods. She scoffs a laugh.

“Text me, meathead. I'll see ya tomorrow?"

“Tomorrow.”

She releases his hand in slow motion and Steve hopes she’s relishing every bit of physical contact with him as he is with her. He heads to his own car parked in the darker side of the lot under the shadows of the perimeter trees and dimmer lamps, swaying languidly and ambling across the pavement in a trance. Steve makes a note to himself: watch more movies, because he sure feels like he's in one.

The trance is broken when a split second of what sounds like a scream echoes over the lot and is snuffed out just as abruptly as it started.

Steve freezes, key halfway into unlocking the driver’s side door. Ears prick up, breath held firm in his chest. Turning over his shoulder, he gasps, startled as a blue car– her car– slowly backs out from under the streetlamp and exits onto the road casually. Steve watches it disappear from view. The sound of the engine gunning it down the road leaves Steve alone in the dark, a sick uneasiness pooling in his gut.

He gets in his car, tossing his bag into the passenger seat and pulling out his phone.

You okay? Did you hear that?

Steve turns the engine over and throws the car into drive, foot hard on the brake before checking her text back.

Hear what? I’m okay! :)

The uneasiness doesn’t leave him. She doesn’t usually text like that.

“Fuck, get a grip, Steve,” he mutters to himself, resting his head against the steering wheel. He takes a second to gather himself and calm his nerves. The paranoia he’s been trained to feel thanks to his brothers, in combination with the fear of fucking everything up with his barista tonight, must be mixing together and clashing against every active nerve in his body. He’s fine. She’s fine.

She’s obviously driving right now, of course she wouldn’t fucking text how she normally does. She’s probably using voice text. Calm. Down.

Steve sends another text before tossing his phone into the passenger’s seat, the unease refusing to dissipate. He turns on the radio, turning up the song blasting from the speakers in a sorry attempt to silence his racing thoughts.

No big deal. Get home safe.

His phone stays silent the rest of the night. It stays silent as he gets home, as he throws a bowl of ramen together, as he throws himself onto his bed and flips open his laptop to watch some random brainrot he finds on Netflix.

He nods off, letting himself be taken by exhaustion as the uneaten bowl of ramen sits on his desk, growing colder, while the dim computer light and hum of dialogue pull Steve further and further into a dreamless sleep.

His phone dies silently in his hand.

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starythewriter · 5 months

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Chris evans X you KINKMAS 3

TW: rough sex.

summary: you help Chris evans get off while he’s at a virtual meeting.

Chris is busy at his meeting, while you enter his office you click your tongue rubbing your hand across his jawline all the way down to his V line…

He groans in frustration when you reach the bottom, not expecting it because your lips are too soft.You smirk as you pull away from him and turn toward the computer on his desk."Hey, how's it going?" You ask, leaning against the desk."What do you want?" He grumbles in return, “you” you say, Moaning as you get on his lap…"Well that doesn't sound very polite. Maybe we can have some fun with your schedule for today~" you tease him, biting the skin of his neck lightly."Oh fuck…" Chris moans, letting his head fall back against the chair. He was so screwed, he could feel himself getting hard. he tries to focus on his meeting, slowly kissing you and placing you on a chair next to him…

his microphone and camera were off…

so you got back onto his lap and gave him a kiss, you reached past his boxers slowly stroking his member… Chris moaned out loud, pushing himself into your hand, you slowly undress taking off your shirt, then your pants and your panties, he removes his shirt, and pants leaving the both of you with just underwear. You smile when he pushes his boxers down, then pulls you close to him, pressing his lips to yours and moving his hands down to cup your ass.He moves one of his hands between you legs rubbing at the wetness there. he smirks against your mouth at your moan of pleasure.”Chris, please!” you hear his boss talking outloud… but you both don’t care you just wanted to ride Chris.

He moans again as you move your hips forward, making him grind his hips against your clit, he bites your lip and pulls you closer as you push your clit down on his cock, he starts rocking his hips as you move them up and down, feeling your orgasm building.”Fuck!” Chris growls out, his eyes closing tightly as he comes inside you, feeling your juices running over his fingers…”I can't wait until I come inside you, baby” he breathes out, pulling you back towards him, kissing your forehead and holding you tight.you both collapse against each other chris quickly attends back to his meeting while you smile seductively.

THE END!

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hellsbarnes · 1 year

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୨ 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙨 ₊˚ପ⊹ 𝙘.𝙚𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙨 ୧

pairing: chris evans x fem!reader

summary: in which you meet chris in a phone booth on a rainy day in boston

warnings: fluffy as heck, mentions of thunder and lightning,

word count: 2k

author’s note: welcome to another fic of mine, i’ve decided to start writing for chris and i’m super excited for you to read this! please remember to reblog too, thank you!

The thunder rumbled across the sky that had in the span of the last hour turned from a perfect light blue to a dark grey with rain clouds that crowded the canvass. People across the now busy streets of Boston were picking up the pace quickly, with cafes and restaurants pulling their outdoor tables in.

“Come on,” you mumbled under your breath, you had just left your job a little less than ten minutes ago, your plans to head to the cafe for your favourite sandwich was ruined given the fact that they closed earlier on Thursdays, which was something you had forgotten just like you did your umbrella, which proved to be a huge mistake because just as you thought you could make it to the bus stop and perhaps make it home, not drenched to the bone, the first streaks of lightning flashed across the skies proved otherwise, and the first drop rain fell on your face was a clear no.

“Dammit,” you cursed softly under your breath as the drops of rain that pitter pattered on the streets did nothing but grow heavier in the next few seconds, you knew you were done for, a loud clap of thunder boomed loudly across the sky.

Pedestrians were making mad dashes across the streets with cars horning away, and you groaned in exasperation, this really wasn’t how you wanted to spend the remainder of the only day your boss had allowed you to leave work, you had it all planned out, pizza, a few glasses of red wine, chick flicks and of course yourself to enjoy the night, but seeing as how the heavy rain was beating down on the scorching Boston grounds, those plans were inevitably cancelled.

By the time you had made it to a dingy payphone shelter, it was raining cats and dogs, the blouse that you had just gotten a week ago was now drenched with rain, and your heels were filled with murky water, another flash of lightning saw you leaning against the derelict wall of the booth, you were afraid of putting your entire weight on it for fear that it may just collapse in a second.

Running your hand through your matted hair, you pulled out your phone, hoping that perhaps your best friend would come fetch you before the water in the dilapidated booth started rising.

“You gotta be kidding me, seriously?” You groaned as you glared down at your dead phone, great, just great, of all the damn days you had to forget to plug your phone in, it just had to be today, and for once, you had to agree with your mother when she said something along the lines of just how forgetful you were, well, can be, but at this point, you were gonna go with the fact that you probably had the memory of a goldfish after all.

To think that you were stuck in a phone booth that so ironically didn’t have a phone. It was just your damned luck.

You sighed but just as you were about to give up all hope about being able to get back home, the door to the booth opened and a fully soaked man came in, he was drenched to the bone, and he looked towards you apologetically.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t have anywhere else to go, do you, mind sharing?” He asks, flashing you an almost shy smile.

“Why not?” you reply, returning his smile as you move a little more inwards so as to give the stranger some space to shield him from the pouring thunderstorm that was raging outside, and from the looks of things, it didn’t seem as though it was going to stop anytime soon.

“Thank you, I’ve been rejected by three booths already” He replies jokingly, sighing as he ran a hand through his wet hair.

“That bad?”

“You have no idea,” he replies, chuckling when you laughed, somehow he looked familiar, with a jawline so sharp that it looked as though it could easily cut through glass, his eyes were baby blue with what seemed like a hint of green, and he was tall alright, with broad shoulders, and biceps that looked as though they have been sculpted by gods themselves and the fact that his pristine white shirt was soaked and clinging onto his skin for dear life didn’t really leave anything to the imagination.

Somehow or rather, you could have sworn you had seen him before, somewhere, perhaps he was some model plastered on a magazine that your best friend had stacks and stacks of, shaking the thought away, you shot the stranger a kind smile to which he returned and you were pretty sure that smile of his has swept many women off their feet.

“You just got off work?” he asked curiously.

“Yeah, would you believe if I said I had a whole evening planned out?” You replied watching as he chuckles.

“I do, and would you believe I had a date?”

“Oh no,”

“Yep, I gotta text her now,”

“Let her down gently,” You joke, and he laughs, shrugging. “Gently is not the word I would use,”

“Girlfriend?”

“No, it’s supposed to be a second date, I wasn’t really gonna go, but you know-“

“Friends?”

“Exactly, and, shit,” he grumbles as he flashes you his phone, well, very dead phone.

“You got a phone?”

“I hate to say this, but we are in the same boat,”

“You gotta be kidding me, you too?” The stranger says and you nod, laughing when he does, there was something about his life that just seemingly made you laugh along.

“Yeah, I forget to charge my phone all the damn time,”

“Oh god, me too”

“I didn’t realise there was gonna be someone as forgetful as I was,”

“I only forget sometimes,”

“Right,” you reply and the blue-eyed brunette chuckles.

“I’m Chris,” He introduced, extending a hand and you furrow your eyebrows, you could almost place it, you knew you saw him somewhere, and the name just seemed to put two and two together, your eyes widened a little.

“You’re-“

“Yeah,” He replies and you smile.

“I’m (Y/N)” You reply, taking his hand, and you couldn’t help but feel the warmth of his hand, and how it felt almost electrifying to feel his touch, and it was almost as if Chris could feel it too, because he seemingly held on to your hand for just a tad longer, and your cheeks heated up when he finally lets go, mumbling a quick apology to which you simply said, “it’s okay, I don’t really mind it,” smiling when he returns it, his cheeks turning a light shade of red.

“So, where are you heading after this?” he asks and you sighed, “home, just me and my couch,”

“That’s not too bad,”

“I-“ before you could continue, a loud thunderclap made you wince as you squeezed your eyes shut.

“You alright?” Chris asks softly, a look of concern on his face as he gently rubs soft circles on your back soothingly as you struggled to calm yourself down, you were afraid of thunder, always have been since you were a child, it was something that you hadn’t got over yet as much as you hated to admit it.

“Yeah, I’m not very good friends with thunder,” you said almost jokingly as Chris chuckles.

“It’s okay, you can stand closer, if you want to,” he adds and you take up his offer, standing just a little closer to him, feeling his bodily warmth and it felt comforting, almost as if he could feel what you felt, and in that second, you allowed yourself to lean in closer, your heart racing in your chest as he wraps a strong arm around you protectively, pulling you closer, almost as if he was afraid that you would scare again.

“Thank you,” you said softly, trying your best to ignore the way your stomach did flips, sure you knew Chris through movies and perhaps, even a few interviews you had once watched but you hadn’t expected him to be this, well, this kind, offering you space beside him, almost as if he saw himself as the same as you were, just a passing person trying to be sheltered from the rain.

It was a well known fact that not all celebrities were nice towards others, but Chris, he was just different, he was friendly, charming and likeable, and in the last forty five minutes that you were stuck in the booth with the man, you were convinced that there was nothing to not like about him, especially the fact that he had a kind heart.

“Feeling better?” the brunette asks and you nod, trying to get yourself to tear your eyes away from his, when you were up close, only then did you notice just how gorgeous those irises were, the green in his eyes seemed to stand out a lot more when you were closer.

“Yeah, I thi-“ another loud clap of thunder reverberated across and you cringe, your body tensing up as you tried to steady your breaths.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay,” Chris says softly, holding you closer to his chest, his arm circling your shoulder.

“Deep breaths, its’s going to pass,” he adds, leaning in closer as he tells you to breathe, his voice low and smooth almost had a definite calming effect in helping you find your footing as you struggled to get a grip, you hated thunder with a passion and this was why, your heavy breathing slowed, and it didn’t take very long for you to calm down, your fears seemingly fading away when he held you.

“Thank you, I’m sorry I-“

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” Chris says with a boyish smile which you gladly returned, trying to ignore the way your cheeks heated up when he drew in closer, his warm breath tickling your skin.

“You didn’t have to help me with it though,”

“But I want to,” he replies as he ever so gently pulled you a tad closer reassuringly.

It didn’t take another hour for the rain to finally stop, the pitter patter halting altogether a little while after, and you could hear the footsteps of other’s outside the booth, the splash of rain puddles and the usual sound of Boston traffic.

“I gotta go,” you said softly, a warm smile spreading across your face when Chris nods, returning your smile as he lets go of you, and you immediately missed the feeling of his touch, not that you wanted to say it out loud.

“It was nice meeting you (Y/N),” he replies.

“You too Chris,” you say as you opened the door of the booth, a chilly breeze caressing your face, making you shiver lightly as you stepped out, a part of you urging you to look back but you couldn’t because as much as you would wish to stick around, you couldn’t plus it wouldn’t take long for him to leave you in the past either.

Chris sighed, looking at your retreating frame that did nothing but grow smaller and smaller as you made your way down the street, when he held you, he felt some sort of a spark, something about you that just pulled him in to you, he didn’t have any idea just what it was, but he knew that he didn’t want to lose that feeling, so he took the chance, deciding to go after you.

“(Y/N)!” you were stopped by the oh, so familiar voice of Chris, who had caught up with you.

“Is everything alright?” you ask, and you watch as he nods.

“I-I, was wondering if you could be willing to cancel your planned evening for dinner?” He asks, almost shyly, biting his lip as he awaited your answer.

“What about your date?” you asked.

“It was an hour ago, plus I would much rather be around you,”. He replies, the hope in his eyes diminishing when you didn’t reply him.

“You don’t have-“

“That sounds great,” you reply, and you could feel your heart skip a beat when he smiled, his eyes lighting up like a child on Christmas Day when he got your answer.

“Wanna go now?”

“But I’m drenched and-“

“It’s perfectly fine”. Chris replies with a grin and you smile as you took his extended hand.

Maybe your Thursday could be saved after all.

note: that’s the end of this fic! i hope you enjoyed it and please don’t forget to reblog, thank you so much!

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frostironfudge · 2 years

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Pretty Princess - Andy Barber (Smut)

Summary: Andy Barber gets jealous when he presumes you shared a room with one of his associates. Also this isn't defending jacob compliant, i haven't watched the show I'm just a fan of Mr. Barber.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, dom/sub dynamics, possessiveness, slight dark andy, praise kink, nickname - princess, cum play, oral f and m receiving, p in v, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, beard kink?.

A.N: I fully blame @elle14-blog1 for filling my mind with andy filth so here is lawyer daddy Barber for everyone, (well i almost put the daddy kink in it but i'm still not sure about writing it, its a me block i'm working up the courage) let me know what you all think! Also is anyone else feral for him and mr. Levinson?

Word Count: 1.8k

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Something is amiss, you think as your eyes fall on the clock that reads two a.m., there is a source of warmth to your left which wasn’t present as you decided to tuck in for the night.

The warmth hums, large hands running up your sides.

“How was it? Sharing a room with him?” He murmurs, his voice has an edge. The one you’ve heard countless times in the courtroom and during one on one negotiations.

“An-Andy?” You manage to squeak out, when he pulls you closer, shifting so he’d be hovering above you.

The sleeves of his white shirt are rolled till his elbows, the top three buttons undone and you can see the inviting skin of his chest. His woodsy scent has you wanting to be pressed up against him.

“Why the innocent little eyes, princess? Didn’t think I would know? I sent you for work and what did you do with him? How dare you even think to share what is mine.” He raises a brow, blue only a thin rim around his pupils.

Your thighs squeeze, but his own limbs keep you spread apart, the thin material of your sleep shorts bloom with the warmth of him flush against you.

“Look at you, do you know you call out for me in your sleep?” His nose brushes along your jawline, chest rumbles deeply. His hips shift forward and your clit pulses in response.

“Andy, I didn’t sleep—,” You want to tell him nothing happened. That you went to a different motel because you weren’t comfortable sharing a room with Ari.

He tuts, “Sweet, sweet, girl. I’m going to ruin you for everyone else.” He promises, placing open mouth kisses along your neck, tongue swirling over your shirt your nipples harden for him.

You cry out as he bites down upon the pebbled flesh. Your hips arch, pressing against his crotch. Andy hums in approval.

“Feel what you do to me princess? Achingly hard, the times I’ve used my hand wishing it was your soft, tight warm cunt or that troublesome mouth of yours, fuck.” Andy grinds against you, your fingers tighten their grip in his hair.

“Andy,” You beg, for more, you need to feel more.

“What is it princess?” He groans rutting against you harder.

“Need, need you more.” You mewl, he sits back on his knees, hair tousled, eyes watching you.

Your eyes fall to his tongue licking his lips, he breaths in deep a smirk widening on his lips.

You feel yourself clench around nothing.

“Strip for me princess.” He instructs, you prop yourself against the headboard, undoing the buttons of the silk shirt, Andy’s hedonistic blue eyes rake over the newly exposed skin.

Licking his lips he grabs the waist band of your shorts in his teeth, dragging it down your hips. Large palms tap at your thighs, you lift your hips to help him take the fabric off of you.

You hiss at the cold air, nipples hardening.

“Look at that achingly sweet cunt begging for me, isn’t she?” Andy blows over the heated flesh, a whimper escapes your lips.

“Andy, please—,” your words cut off into a moan as his tongue swirls around your clit. He sucks upon the aching flesh, you can feel his beard brushing over your folds being coated with your arousal as he devours you.

He hums in approval and you preen, fingers finding his hair and tugging him closer. Large hands grip your hips anchoring you to the bed, his tongue moves over your folds.

Andy places soft kisses to the flesh of your thighs, edging you away from the orgasm he was building.

“Please.” You whimper, he blows on your clit again. Cold against heated flesh, one hand moves from your hips, his middle finger knuckle deep inside of you.

“So tight. Think you can take me, princess?” Andy taunts, wet squelches of his movement ring over his words.

“Clenching around me? Hmm, of course you can take me, pussy was made for my cock only right?” His lips latch onto your clit, two fingers are stretching you out, tracing over your walls.

Your stomach tightens, Andy, Andy, Andy consumes your every thought.

“That’s right, Princess. You’re only going to say my name, only remember my name, and pray it all night long.” Andy grins, licking his lips, fingers thrusting at a relentless pace and tongue flicking over your clit.

You cum shuddering against his mouth, the burn of his beard against your flesh. Through the aftershocks he doesn’t relent, lapping up your release, giving hums of approval that have you still drip for him.

Andy pulls away, through hooded eyes you look at him. Gone is his shirt and pants, length straining against his boxers.

“Aw, Princess can’t stay without getting wet for me? Look at you making a mess.” Andy teases, palms wrapping around your ankles and sliding you to the edge of the bed.

“Andy, fuck me, please.” You request, his greedy lust fill eyes soften, thumb tracing over your jaw then bottom lip.

Your lips part as you suck the tip.

“Greedy little girl.” He chastises, the smirk on his face has you know he’s enjoying himself.

“Want my cock, Sweetheart?” His thumb is in your mouth pressing on your tongue.

Your doe like eyes look up at him, you nod.

“Only I know how filthy you really are, hiding behind those innocent little eyes.” Andy traces his thumb down your chin, neck and sternum, brushing over your nipples.

“On your knees princess. You beg so nicely and hands on my thighs. Don’t even think about touching yourself.” He warns.

Your thighs clench, sinking down on your knees you reach for the waistband of his boxers helping him out of them.

His tip covered in a sheen of precum, you lick your lips. Kissing the tip as your eyes meet his, the groan Andy gives sends a pulse to your clit, gagging slightly at his girth you slowly work your way to taking him half way.

“That’s it Princess, keep going, fuck you look so pretty like this, lips all stretched around my cock.” He praises, hands running over your hair.

You shift, trying to get some friction but nothing works, bobbing your head you try to take more of him in, tears brim over your eyes.

“Aw, is my cock too big? We’ll make it fit baby. Your sweet little pussy is going to be stretched all around my cock soon.” Andy promises, tone darkening at your muffled preen.

“Don’t you want to make me happy? That mouth feels so good.” Andy groans as you pull away then take him back in, hollowing your cheeks slightly you find a rhythm that works and the way Andy begins to swear and his grip tightening on your hair you know you’re doing a good job.

“Fuck, Princess, keep going fuck, fuck fuck.” Andy moans your name, slowly breaking your rhythm to set his own pace to fuck your mouth.

He pulls away, a thin thread spit still connecting your lips to him, “Oh Princess, get on the bed, all fours.”

You do as he says, his fingers tease your cunt,

“So fucking wet, such a good little Princess.” He praises, your hips shift back.

“Andy.” You whimper when a stinging slap is on your clit.

“Patience.” He growls, his length gathering you on him.

Slowly he pushes into you, you moan, hands shaking as you try to relax to get him inside of you.

Andy moans your name, “Tightest little pussy. Fuck—,” halfway in he pulls out. Entering you again further, you feel so full.

Andy picks a rhythm that works each time he pushes further into you, your walls flutter around his thick length.

“Look at you taking my cock so good, can feel me everywhere can’t you?” He questions you nod against the sheets too far gone to speak.

His palm wraps around your throat pulling you up, his cock brushes over the spot that has you moan loudly, head against his shoulder, palm around your neck.

Andy’s hips move relentlessly the new angle has your pussy gripping him like a vice, he moans other hand moving to circle your clit.

You begin to thrash in his hold, each thrust right over your g-spot, each circle of his fingers sending waves of pleasure through you.

You don’t know how you’re making the sounds you can distantly hear over the building roar of your orgasm.

Andy keeps praising you, praising your pussy for being so good. The stretch and burn of him so delicious you clench hard around him before giving over to the orgasm, pliant in his arms as he chases his own release.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Princess you going to milk me? You going to let me fill you up? Mark you? Yes you are—, Fucking hell.” Andy’s hips stutter you feel the warmth bloom inside you as he cums, with a loud moan of your name, his speed slows down but he still fucks you through it.

You grip his wrist when he begins to rub your clit again, sensitive but you can’t help it when he demands one more from you, he just wants to feel you cum around him.

“You can do that right, Princess? Come on oh, there it is, such a good girl fuck—,” your walls spasm around him Andy groans as your pussy milks him well for everything he’s got.

He turns you around, laying you on your back.

Andy admires as a ring of white coats the base of his cock, little streams of your mixed cum rivulet over your folds.

“Marking me, my sweet little Princess?” Andy questions meeting your gaze.

“I’m all yours sweet girl.” He nuzzles into the crook of your neck. Placing kisses over your skin.

Your pulse still thrums, his kisses helping slow it down as you bask in his affection.

Slowly he moves to retrieve a damp washcloth to clean you up. You move closer to him, Andy places soft kisses to your forehead and cheek.

“You okay there, Princess?” He chuckles when you whine only wanting to be close to him.

“Just want you.” You mumble.

“You have me Princess, only me.” He promises darkly.

Through the haze of your slumber coaxed mind, you can feel him turn you parting your thighs, mewling as he slowly pushes his cock inside you.

Arm around your waist he shushes you with a kiss to your hair.

“Relax Princess, just want to keep you full,”

You relax against him, shifting and clenching around him when he plays with your nipples, heat pools in your stomach again.

“Nice and full of me.” He chuckles as your hips move over him for more.

“My greedy little Princess, I’ll give you everything.” He assures, grasping your chin and tilting your head to kiss you full of promises.

-x-

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The Neighbor II

Pairing: Reader x Chris Evans

Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY DNI, no sex in this but there is loads of fingering, sexual tension, mentions of sex, swear words, drinking

Summary: Your incredibly handsome new neighbor Chris Evans moves in across the street, and he’s holding a secret that he doesn’t know if you’ll be able to handle

Part 1

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"Bitch you really need to calm down." Pacing the room as you took a big swig of your drink. "It's not even nine yet."

"I don't know why I'm freaking out." Exclaiming feeling like an idiot for getting this worked up.

"He's an incredibly attractive guy and you were wishful thinking there would be a connection." She told you which wasn't far from the truth.

"It's just he could have said he couldn't make it instead of making me think he's going to come." At this point you were just ranting at his lack of appearance.

"Well you need to at least look like your enjoying yourself people are starting to notice." Taking a quick glance to see people side eyeing you with a weird look.

Telling yourself over and over again that he wasn't going to come, and you just wasted good makeup. Constantly glancing at your phone every five seconds, and looking over the fence to see if you could see him walking over. For some reason you were nervous, and felt like your heart was racing so fast.

For making up a pool party at last minute she was able to scrounge up a lot of people. You'd never even seen half of these people, and yet here they were. Watching as some couples danced provocatively, and some others were making out in the pool.

"This bikini keeps riding up the ass." You tried to whisper in her ear and she just laughed at you. "My ass is practically hanging out."

"That's kind of the point." Shaking her head at you as she watched you struggle to adjust the flimsy material.

"He probably doesn't even like women who dress like this." The feeling of insecurity washing over you thinking about his reaction to what you were wearing.

"Please he's a guy he'll be drooling over you once he sees you." Cocking her head at you in bewilderment. "He'll wanna rip that thing off you with his teeth."

"There's so much prettier girls here than me." Looking around taking notes of all types of skin being shown, and bodies being shown off.

"Now you and I both know that's not even true." Looking straight into your eyes with a serious look. She hated when you talked down on yourself like this.

"And slow down on the tequila you know what it does to you." She warned as she watched you pouring yourself some more liquid courage. Completely loosing track of how many cups you've had.

"I'm partying aren't I?" You sarcastically sneered at her taking another big gulp. You couldn't even feel the burning down your throat as much.

"That's now what I meant Jose Quervo." She joked as she grabbed your arm and pulled you inside.

"I don't think he's coming." You drunkenly confessed to her feeling sad now. Hating when you drank and let your emotions take control.

"He'll be here he probably just got busy and lost track of time." She was trying to make you feel better, and it really wasn't making a difference. "Or he's probably nervous just like you."

"Nobody could get more nervous than me." You scoffed as you started munching on chips and dip. "I'm pathetic."

"Bitch now is not the time to be moping over someone you just met." Sitting down next to you as she placed a hand on your knee. "If he doesn't show then oh well you were too good for him anyway."

"Now he probably won't ever talk to me again." From now on you'd probably have to watch him from out of your window. Looking like some kind of heart broken, scorned ex.

"I swear to god if you don't stop whining I'm gonna have Josh and Steven throw you in the pool." She wasn't kidding either her tone was somewhat threatening.

Turning your head to look out the glass doors you noticed a very familiar face. Straightening yourself up as your eyes went wide with excitement feeling so giddy to see the one person you were literally just about to bawl your eyes out over. Your friend noticing your change in body language and looked out the doors as well.

"Ah see Bitch I knew he was going to show." She lightly shoved your shoulder. God he looked really good too.

"What should I do? Should I go out there and talk to him?" Firing question and question as you stood up and looked into a mirror to make sure you didn't look too much of a mess.

"Actually why don't you hang in here and make him look for you." She smirked to herself at her genius idea.

"Oh you're right that's a good idea make him come to me." Nodding your head as you grinned to yourself. "Can you stay with me?"

"This isn't middle school you don't need a chaperone." Her words making you sigh loudly knowing she was right. "I'll just be right outside."

"Fine." Groaning as you stood by the kitchen counter fiddling with your fingers.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do." She winked as she walked out the door back to all the party goers.

Trying to avoid looking outside and giving Chris the impression you're basically stalking him. You wanted him to think you could really care less about his attention. Repeating in your head to make him come to you, and fight for your attention.

Placing the cup on your lips getting a whiff of the strong liquor then putting it down. The last thing you wanted was to get too drunk, and throw up all over him or something. You at least wanted to be alert when you were talking with him. Blinking your eyes rapidly hoping it wouldn't make you look as drunk.

Your back facing the door now as you heard it slide open. Closing your eyes for a brief moment as you let out a big exhale. The room was silent as you stood there, and you heard footsteps quickly approaching you. Even though you couldn't see you knew exactly who it was.

"There she is." Chris spoke hearing the amusement in his voice. Turning around to face him taking note he was shirtless.

"Here I am you caught me." Waving your hand by you making him chuckle.

"Sorry I'm a little late I got caught up in something." He apologized which made your heart warm up. "I wasn't going to miss this."

"I'm glad that you could come I was getting nervous you wouldn't show." You admitted to him mentally smacking yourself for saying that out loud.

"Don't be nervous sweetheart." Feeling yourself melting at pet name. "I said I would try to make an appearance and I'm a man of my word."

"This party was starting to get a little boring anyway." It was kind of a true statement you were just glad to see him.

"It doesn't look that boring to me." He chuckled referencing to the couples making out and grinding all over each other.

"Did you want something to eat or drink?" Breaking the silence of you two just staring at each other.

"Oh no I'm good." He waved off your offer as he stepped closer to you. "Your bikini though."

"Does it look bad?" Looking down at yourself wanting to cover yourself up with your hands now.

"Absolutely not you look incredibly ravishing and sexy." You could feel your ears burning at his choice words. "Thank god to whoever made that bikini."

"It's not mine anyway it's my friends." You really needed to stop opening your mouth and saying the first thing on your mind.

"Well I'll have to thank her for being a good friend." Chris smirked as his eyes slowly roamed your body taking every inch of you trying to take mental pictures.

"Oh yeah she's something." You joked making him laugh. He could note the sarcasm in the tone of your voice.

"So a beautiful woman like you has to have a boyfriend." It came out more as a statement than a question. Blinking at him as you thought about what he said.

"Nope no boyfriend." Shaking your head back and forth watching as he was stepping closer to you. "No guys want me."

"Bullshit I bet you've got a line of guys just waiting to get with you." He scoffed playfully not believing what he was hearing. "I know if you were mine I'd be fighting guys everyday."

If you didn't know any better you would say this man was flirting with you. The way he was looking at you had you feeling a little flustered and overwhelmed. He was holding himself back as best he could not wanting to scare you off or something. It was getting hard for him though not to bend you over the counter.

The room was starting to become thick with tension that it was getting harder to breathe. The way Chris was hovering over you now felt like a lion having caught his prey, and was waiting to devour it. You could feel sweat forming on your back, and you needed to freshen yourself up a little bit.

"I'll be right back." Lifting up your finger to him as you turned around and headed to your room. Feeling his eyes watching you swaying your hips a little bit just to entice him.

Practically sprinting to the bathroom once you knew you were out of view. Splashing some cold water on your neck to help cool yourself down. Inhaling and exhaling to calm your nerves a little bit. Staring up at yourself as you prayed you weren't about to do anything stupid. The last thing you wanted was to embarrass yourself in front of him.

Grabbing your favorite body lotion lathering your arms and legs in it. Wanting your skin to be smooth if someone's hands were to touch it. Fixing your makeup a little so it didn't look as smudged. Applying your favorite glass to your lips to give them a little shimmer. Who knows maybe you two might end up kissing, and you at least want your lips to look and taste good.

"Come on you can do this." Whispering to yourself as you paced back and forth in your room. "He's clearly interested in you."

"What if he's just being nice though?" You thought immediately your worst kind of fear coming to light. "Or he's just looking for a hook up."

Not that there would be anything wrong with sleeping with the man. It's just you didn't want to be another woman in his books. You wanted there to be something between you two. Wanting to get to know each other and form a relationship together. You weren't really into flings or one night stands.

This was the kind of man that could get any girl that he wanted to. He probably had no trouble in the bedroom or finding someone to entertain him for the night. He was oozing with confidence and sex. Lord knows he's probably had more experience than you've had.

"Just go out there and have a good time." Ending your little self pep talk as you opened your bedroom door only to be blocked by a massive body.

"Thought I lost you for a minute." Chris spoke as you stared at him wide eyed. Hoping he didn't hear you talking to yourself.

"Nope not lost." Was all you could say as he moved towards you and you automatically moved backwards. He was pushing you in the room without even touching you.

"Was starting to get nervous you had abandoned me." Repeating your words from earlier with a knowing smirk.

"I wouldn't do that to you." Responding back your voice a little louder not wanting him to get the impression you weren't interested. Which you so very clearly obviously were interested.

"Do I make you nervous?" He asked as you gulped standing there frozen now.

"No." Shaking your head slightly your voice just barely above a whisper.

"Really?" His chest almost touching yours as he bowed his head down so his lips were directly in front of yours. "Cause I think I do."

Glancing briefly down at his lips then back up at his eyes. He caught your look his lip twitching up in a smile. His eyes doing the same thing as both of you waited for the other to make a move first. You could smell the mint on his breath, and you just hoped your breath didn't reek of tequila.

His lips softly pressing against yours putting more pressure once he noted you weren't backing away. Your hands reaching up to wrap around his neck as his hands gripped your hips. Pulling you flush against his body as his kisses became more hungry.

This is not at all how you pictured your night to go. You figured you and Chris would flirt a little bit, and that would be it. Now here you were making out with the sexiest man you have ever met in your bedroom while there was a party going on outside.

Your lips moving along with his loving how well meshed your mouths were together. Feeling his hands moving around to your backside gripping your cheeks giving them a quick squeeze. Squealing into his mouth as his sudden action taking that opportunity to push his tongue inside your mouth.

You've never been told if you were a good kisser before, and judging by his groans he was enjoying this so much more than you thought. Feeling your skin under his fingertips was driving him crazy, and he needed more. He wanted to feel more, but didn't want to push you into something you didn't want.

Moving you backwards until the back of your legs bumped into the bed. Leaning a hand back as you slowly sat down so neither you or Chris had to remove your lips from each other. It was like you two were glued together, and you couldn't find it in yourself to remove him from you.

"I've been wanting to do that all day." He confessed as you smiled against his lips. Pressing your chest forward so your breasts were sticking out.

You knew this was going to become more than just making out. The way that your bodies responded to each other, and how your skin tingled with every touch. If it wasn't for the tequila you'd been drinking you wouldn't be acting like this.

"I need to feel you so badly." Mumbling against your lips as he felt his erection painfully pressing against his trunks. "Can I?"

Staring up at him as he looked all over your face for consent. He could tell you were nervous, and didn't know what to say. Hoping you would say yes since he's been driving himself mad since he spotted you in your bikini. There was something about you that had him wanting to peel back your layers.

"I don't know." Leaning back on your palms wondering if he was trying to have sex with you.

"How about I just use my fingers?" Leaning his body back as his hands were soothingly running across your thighs.

"Okay." Soon as you gave him the green light he practically growled leaning forward pushing your body fully back attaching his lips to yours again.

His body was pressed up against yours gently rocking himself back and forth. Just enough to where you could feel him over your bikini bottom. A wet spot forming on the inside of the material that he was soon to discover. It amazed you how quickly you became horny for this man you just met.

His hands moving up your body to the edge of your bikini. Pressing his fingers under the material as he slid them inside. The tips of his fingers applying pressure to your core making you moan. Cupping you with his hand as his lips moved down your cheek and to your neck.

Chris taking his middle and ring finger and slowly pushing them inside of you. Hands reaching out to grab onto his arm gripping it as he thick fingers stayed still inside of you. Opening your mouth wide as you tried to steady your breathing.

"Got a tight little pussy for me huh?" He mocked you as his fingers pulled back only to push back in. "And so fucking wet."

All you could do was just whimper and moan unable to find the words to say anything. His fingers were starting to pick up pace and rhythm. Leaning your head back as his mouth was devouring your neck and collarbone. Lifting your hips up so he could get a better angle. Chris smirking against your skin when he knew what you were doing.

"That's it pretty girl." He whispered praise in your ear as you started to grind your hips up and down with the motion of his fingers. "Such a good girl for me."

The feeling of Chris's scruff brushing against your skin had a shiver running up your spine. You were having sensory overload, and you didn't want it to stop. This man knew exactly what he was going, and knew which buttons to press. It's like he knew your body better than you do.

"Oh god." Crying out when you felt him curl his fingers up deep inside of you moving them back and forth.

"Just wait till you feel my cock." Rolling your eyes in the back of your head hearing him speak.

Lifting his head up so he could watch your facial expressions. His mouth parted slightly when he saw the absolute bliss and pleasure you were feeling. Looking down to your chest lifting your top up completely exposing your breasts to his hungry eyes.

His mouth attaching to a nipple sucking on the bud till it was erect and hard. Moving his tongue in circles as you felt his teeth bite down making you squeal. His eyes glancing up at you sensing you were getting close.

"Fuck you've got me so hard right now watching you." The palm of his hand rubbing against your incredibly sensitive clit causing your back to arch.

His free hand gripping your leg to keep them pushed apart when he felt them squeezing around him. Your mouth wide open as little whimpers and moans left your lips. It was like music to his ears and he wanted to hear more. Thrusting his fingers harder your body rocking back and forth.

"Shit right there." Screaming when he starting poking your sweet spot.

"That's it sweetheart just feel my fingers." He encouraged when he felt you squeezing your core around his fingers. "Clench that little pussy around my fingers."

Chris was straining himself so hard to not pull his trunks down and rip your bottoms off and push his cock inside you. He could tell you were a shy type of woman, and didn't want to pressure you. Judging by how you were reacting to his fingers he knew no man has ever put your pleasure first.

"You look so god damn sexy right now." Your hair and makeup probably a mess as you laid underneath him covered in sweat, but to him you couldn't look more tantalizing.

Your entire body was on fire as you felt that familiar feeling boiling in the pit of your stomach. Leaning your head back as Chris didn't let up his thrusting keeping his eyes on you. It was the hottest thing he's watched in a long time, and he felt he might cum just from watching you.

"Shit cum for me baby." Leaning forward attaching his lips to yours as your orgasm rocked your entire body.

His lips silencing the scream that left your mouth as you released all over his fingers as they slowly pushed in and out of you coaxing you through your orgasm. Comforting you as your body shook and your legs trembled. You couldn't believe that you just let Chris finger you in your bed while tons of people were just outside.

That was the best you've ever felt, and you didn't even notice how much you needed that. The man only used his fingers and he had you panting like a dog in heat. Not only was this man painstakingly attractive but he knew his way with a woman's body.

"Shhh sweetheart just relax." His tone gentle and soft as he talked you through your euphoric state. "There you go baby."

"Holy shit that was amazing." You spoke your mouth completely dry Chris just laughed at your response.

"Like I said just wait till you have my cock inside you." Opening your eyes at him as he winked your cheeks burning up.

Pulling your bikini top down now feeling the sting from his bites. Sitting up straight as he sat next to you waiting until you got comfortable and were able to wrap your head around everything that just took place.

"Nobody's ever done that to me." You confessed looking down at your hands in your lap. You've been fingered before but not good enough to have you cumming in minutes.

"Not until now." He said proudly as you shook your head a smile on your face.

"You sound very sure of yourself." You teased back as you nudged his shoulder.

"Sweetheart it was written all across your face." He argued back playfully damn well knowing he was right.

"I guess your right." You tsked at him trying to be nonchalant but he would see right through you. Right now you needed to change the subject before more things ensued. "I wanted to ask what do you do?"

"Oh ummm." His response was weird and awkward almost like he didn't want to answer it, and he had this uncomfortable expression on his face. "I'm an inspiring actor."

"No way that's so cool." You exclaimed wondering why he seemed almost ashamed. "Ever been in anything I've ever seen?"

"Nah I haven't had any luck landing anything yet." He looked away from you and down at the ground.

"Well I'm sure you'll be in something soon." Giving him a warm and comforting smile as he returned yours with a weak smile.

"Yeah." He chuckled awkwardly as he scratched the back of his neck looking down at the floor.

There was something off about him now. Almost kind of like he was upset and or worried. Maybe you were just reading too much into it, but he definitely didn't like telling you what he did. Maybe it was a sensitive subject that he didn't like to talk about.

"I should probably head out." He stood up you following suit now wondering if you said something wrong. "Thanks for inviting me."

"Your welcome." Following him out of your room as he headed towards the front door. Awkwardly standing behind him like a lost puppy dog. "I'll talk to you later."

"Could I have your number so we could hang out some more?" His request had you beaming with hope and optimism.

"Yeah of course." Chris handing you his phone as you typed it in them handing it back to him.

"Perfect I'll call you." He smiled as he waved goodbye and shut the door behind him. Watching as he walked across the street back to his house.

Well this night turned out way better and different than you expected. Now you were kind of glad your friend invited Chris to your last minute pool party. Otherwise you wouldn't have gotten to be fingered by him, and then end it with giving him your number. Smiling to yourself at the thought of where your relationship with each other would go.

"What in the hell happened with you two?" Your friends screeching voice startling you as you turned to face her. Here we go.

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lovebittenbyevans · 4 days

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The Wrong Sister | Part 1

Pairing: Andy Barber x Female Reader

Warnings: cursed words

Author note: This is a new and different version of this series will be a miniseries. Enjoy reading!

Part 1

“Excuse me? I have to do what?” You gave your sister a quick glance.

Sighing, Jasmine moved a piece of paper across the table. “My rules pertaining to my marriage.” You were confused as you read the paper in front of you.

– Don’t be alone with Andy

– Always involved me in your conversations with him

– Don’t look at him when he’s with me

– Give us space from time to time

– Don’t call either one of us unless it’s an emergency

– Respect both of us

You wanted to reach across the table and strangle your sister even though you can’t because you didn’t want customers to call the cops. You thought you and Jasmine were going to work on getting along since she wanted to meet with you on your lunch break but you were wrong.

“Are you–” You started to raise your voice, but you spoke in a low voice. “Are you out of your fucking mind? I know what lines not to cross JASMINE!”

She cleared her throat and gave you a smile. “See, I knew you would understand.” Brushing off your apron, you got up from your chair. “Look, I got to go back to work.”

Jasmine finished her cup of coffee and got up from her seat. “I’ll see you at mom’s house later?” You pushed the chair underneath the table and glared at her. “Goodbye Jasmine.”

She chuckled, taking her purse off the table and turning on her heels going out the door. You scoff going back to work behind the counter helping your co-workers with the customers.

You shouldn’t be surprised that your own sister always had it out for you. Jasmine always had a thing for keeping guys she dated close to her. You only talk to her husband Andy Barber twice at different events but never for so long because of her.

“She did what?” Your co-worker Chloe can’t believe what you just told her.

You gave the customer his drink before you turned around to face her. “Yeah…” This was not how you thought your Friday would go at all. Every Friday your mom always wants to have family dinner at her home.

Chloe shook her head and sighed. “What type of sickness is she on?” She continues to talk. “Have she seen her husband? Andy is HOT! Who wouldn’t want to have a full blown conversation with him.”

You chuckled. “It’s her rule, Chlo.”

She grumbled taking the rag from her apron and began to wipe the counter. “Rules my ass. Her husband is a grown ass man who doesn't need a wife to baby him.”

You shake your head as you look at your watch seeing what time it was. “Well, my shift is over.” You untie your apron and make your way to the back to hang it up.

Grabbing your jacket and purse, you made sure you had everything you needed. You walked out saying goodbye to Chloe and your boss Zack.

“See you when I get back from my vacation.” You heard Chloe say as you walked out the door.

Working at the coffee shop Ground and Chill sometimes can be challenging with customers everyday. You finish changing into your new clothes at home when your phone buzzes on the bed.

You looked at the screen and saw your mom's name. “Great.” You mumbles, taking your phone and answering it. “Hello, Mom.”

“Honey, are you on your way?” She asks.

You grab your purse and keys off the dresser. “Yes, I’m on my way.” The only time your mom would call you if she needs something or to talk about your dating life.

“Good because I need you to get something–” You immediately cut her off as you exited your bedroom. “No, ask Jasmine. I am not doing favors for anyone at the moment.” You hung up the phone as you made sure your front door was locked and headed to your car.

You were getting tired of doing favors for people who matter to you even though they barely do favors for you anytime you ask. You just want to be left alone for once.

It didn’t take you that long to get to your parents house. It only took you twenty minutes even though there was a bit of traffic in between. You sat in your car for a second and took your phone out of the cup holder.

“Let’s get this over with.” You muttered to yourself.

Getting out of the car, you grab your purse and shut the door. You made sure your car was locked with your keys before making your way to the front door. A part of you was not looking forward to either family members on either side but the only cousins you get along with are Molly, Tierra and Cole.

The door opened once you saw Cole standing there with a beer in his hand. “Oh, thank god you are here, cousin.” You embrace him in a hug as you let out a chuckle.

“What’s wrong?” You whisper in his ear.

He pulls away from you and shakes his head. You already knew what he meant by the way he was acting. The bullshit already started. You made your way to a few family members including your parents, your sister and her husband Andy Barber.

“Girl.” Molly passed you a drink as you made your way into the kitchen.

You began laughing because you had a feeling what she was about to say. “Your mom and your sister are so uptight. I only spent a few minutes with them and they are already being rude.”

“They need a stick up their ass.” Tierra scoffs while she sip her drink.

You shake your head still listening to them. “And I don’t know how Andy managed to be married to Jasmine for so long.” Molly commented.

“He got some good tolerance after being married to her for three years already.” Molly finishes the rest of her drink.

Your cousins have never been crazy about Jasmine at all. They all saw her as bratty and thought she thinks she is better than everyone else. Molly, Tierra and Cole always kept their distance from her but they were somewhat cordial with her.

You didn’t say another word to them. You excused yourself and walked to the table in the living room where they had more drinks and snacks. You were not in the mood to eat just yet.

You were getting yourself an empty plate when you heard a voice behind you that almost scared you. “Y/N.” You turned your head and saw Andy right by you. “Hi, Andy.”

He gave you a side hug. “How are you? How did it go with Jasmine today?” You noticed sometimes he can be straight to the point.

You pull away from him and begin putting chips on the empty plate. “Good and she told me about the rules I have to–well any woman has to follow.” You place the chilly sauce on the chips before putting the big spoon back.

He sighs. “She shouldn’t–You don’t have to follow it. I am so–” You cut him off before he could finish his sentence. “Don’t ever apologize for her. I respect your marriage and boundaries already set.” You walked off going to the first step of the stairs and sat down with the plate on your lap.

Andy took a seat next to you on the stairs as he took a swig of his beer. “You shouldn’t let my wife boss you around and tell you what to do.”

You shrug, “I've been used to it for years.” You continue to eat your chips that had a lemon salt flavor to it.

“But I personally want to get to know you more, not just as my sister in law.” He makes eye contact with you as you slowly look at him.

You open your mouth to speak but hear a cough in front of you two. “What are we talking about here?” Andy's eyes darted to his wife.

“Hey babe.” He mumbles under his breath as he pulls her in between his legs. “I was telling your sister about work and talking about you.” You can tell he was lying.

You swallowed hard. “Yeah, my sister is a wonderful wife.” You resist the urge to roll your eyes when you say that.

“Thank you. Thank you.” Jasmine said happily. She loves being talked about and compliments.

You got up holding your finished empty plate and cup. “I’m going to go. I just came for a snack and drinks.” You began to walk off when Andy spoke again. “Wait! You just got here.”

“Yeah but I’m tired.” You lied.

As you throw the empty plate in the garbage, you pour yourself one last drink of orange soda in your yellow cup. You joined your cousins for a few minutes and told them you were on your way out.

“Wait, Wait, you are leaving me?” Cole pouts.

You nodded. “Yup, I can’t be here anymore.” Molly eyebrows raised as she looked at you. “Y/N.”

It was Tierra's turn to talk. “Wait, you finally got the space to talk to Andy alone for once and you are leaving.”

You sip your drink while listening to them. “And what did you two talk about?” Molly asks.

“Goodnight you three.” You honestly don’t want to have this discussion with them. You said your goodbyes and gave them a hug.

“We will talk soon.” Molly whispers in your ear.

You pulled away going straight to your parents. Both of your parents said bye to you as your dad tried to get you to stay longer but you made up an excuse. You said goodbye to a few family members before you grabbed your purse off the couch.

When you stepped out the front door, you felt the less cold air hit your face. You opened the door of your car and got inside. “Y/N, wait!” Andy called out to you as you closed your door shut.

You turned to look at him as you pressed the down button on your car window. “What’s up Andy?” A part of you wanted to hear what he had to say.

“Let’s hangout soon, I’ll tell you the time and place.” He said with a polite smile.

You started. “Uh I don’t–” He interrupted you. “Drive safe, Y/N.” You remember Jasmine telling you that sometimes Andy doesn't like to hear the word no. He hit on top of your car playfully and backed up.

You let out an annoying sigh while turning the key to start your car. “Fucking great.” You grumble, driving onto the street thinking about Jasmine stupid rules about Andy.

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My love.

Chris and I were at a party with his friends from Honey don't movie.

"babe i'll be right back" he kisses my cheek and walks away leaving me to talk to total strangers. That's what I hated about these parties.

Chris walks back wrapping his arms around me. "Miss me?" I giggle. "Yes I did babe" He places a soft kiss on my lips making me feel like it's just him and I in the room. I pull away. "Hmm...something up?"

Chris smiles. "Just wanted to kiss you" I giggle once more. "Okay" We walk around the party and talk to people and Chris hasn't taken his hand off my hip.

Lisa his mother smiles. 'Hello Ellie it's good to see you again" I smile. "Hi Lisa thanks for coming over" "of course" She smiles and says. "Uh oh Scott is at it with the pranks, excuse me" She walks away and Chris looks at me and nibbles on my ear making me gasp softly.

"Chris we're not alone" He pulls away smiling. "Not yet misses Evans" I smirk. "oooo someone is feeling frisky tonight uh?" Chris looks around. "Maybe but it's not a good time"

I smile. "Follow me Husband we will make it quick"

We left the room making sure no one saw us leave as we left the party for some time of loving...hehe

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astranva · 2 years

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How We Met.

Word Count: 4.4K

Category: Fluff

Warning: some swear words

Summary: In which Chris was a nervous mess when he met his A+ list celebrity crush, highest-paid, and the most iconic actress!YN at Vanity Fair’s 2014 after party.

Pairing: overprotective!chris x pregnant!actress!yn from Planet Evans when they were younger.

Can be read independently x

Planet Evans Universe

“I absolutely love it,” you said to Laura Mercier, your makeup artist for the night as you looked at your makeup through the mirror before turning, your cheeks touching in a kiss, “Always giving me the best treats, love.”

“You’re just easy to work with,” in her lovely, enunciated accent, Laura replied, smiling at you.

“You look amazing, Y/N. Absolutely beautiful,” Ted Gibson, your hairdresser, commented from the side of the hotel suite with a wide smile on his face.

“It takes a village, doesn’t it?” You chuckled, approaching him to press your cheek to his in a kiss, “Thank you, Ted. You know I trust you the most with my hair.”

“And it’s such an honor, you have no idea.”

“Y/N, ready for the dress?” Evie, your personal assistant, asked, “Kate’s coming up.”

Getting ready for events wasn’t always your most favored time, but at moments like that, you were grateful to be working with professional people whom you enjoyed spending time being stuck in a chair for a minimum of 3 hours with.

Kate Young, a trusted young stylist you trusted and enjoyed working with for a couple of years, was sporting an eager grin the moment she stepped inside the suite, immediately approaching your open arms for a greeting hug and a kiss on your cheek, “You already look so beautiful.”

“Aw stop,” you waved her off with a giggle, “Did you have a nice trip?”

“I did,” she replied, “Thank you for letting them pick me up. That was a very nice car.”

“Only the best for my friends, yeah?” You gave her a sheepish shrug, “Are we ready?”

“Whenever you are.”

As your dress was pulled put of its protective bag, a wide grin was painted on your lips, looking at the gorgeous black and orange dress in awe.

“God, I can’t wait to wear you,” you mumbled, running your hand over the soft material.

“Was the Oscar’s one uncomfortable?” Kate asked.

You shook your head, “Was perfect. You know I can never thank you enough for making sure I wear comfortable clothes,” you said, “Nothing beats that pink Valentino gown from last year though.”

“You loved that one so much that you actually kept it,” Kate replied with a laugh.

You hummed with a nod, “It was so good.”

As you stepped out of your robe and into your dress with Kate’s help, she was hesitant to ask you the one question she was very curious to ask.

“How do you feel? I can’t believe you don’t have an Oscar nom this year.”

You smoothed down the front of the gorgeous dress before giving her an assuring smile, “You know I don’t care about that, right?”

“I know, I know, but still. It just doesn’t make sense to me that you didn’t win anything this year, I don’t know.”

“I’m just glad the reviews about The Spectacular Now were good,” you said, “Miles is over the moon about it, and I think–I don’t know really, I’ve been enjoying his reactions to it all more than anything.”

Kate sighed, shaking her head at you as she adjusted the dress, “If you can just be a little selfish and petty for a minute or two.”

You laughed, “Oh yeah? Would you want to work with me still?”

“Well duh, you’re Y/N Y/L/N. Do you realize how much work I’ve been getting ever since I started styling you?”

“It’s because you’re talented.”

“It’s because you’re effortlessly beautiful and the world loves you,” Kate said.

You smiled sheepishly, not replying back as you let her do the final touches before she helped you put on your heels.

Kate stepped back, her hands going to cover her mouth as she took you all in.

“No, stop that,” you laughed, “How do I look?”

“I can’t believe-Y/N, look at you!”

“Best dressed?” You teased her, remembering how she always told you that you were going to be labelled as best dressed whenever she styled you.

“For sure,” she nodded.

You walked back to the living room in the suite, a shy smile on your face as everyone who was helping you get ready gasped and gazed at you.

“You deserve an Oscar for best dressed.”

The ride to the Vanity Fair After Party wasn’t at all eventful, as in its 13-minute glory, you, your driver and personal assistant were jamming to ABBA songs in between Evie taking pictures of you.

“Are you ready?” She asked as soon as the car came to a stop.

“Does it matter?” You joked with a chuckle before Evie gave a nod to the bodyguard standing outside your door.

An awaited entrance was what everyone described it as, because the moment your foot stepped out of the car was the same moment that everyone went wild.

Deafening screams and shouting of your name were heard, the frantic camera shutters in the background as you stepped out of the car with a smile on your face.

“She’s here! Y/N Y/L/N is here!” Multiple interviewers and reporters announced to their cameras.

“I just know that Y/N Y/L/N arrived,” Jennifer Lawrence said in the midst of her interview, attempting to step back and catch a glimpse of you, “God, I’m sweating at the thought of her being here.”

“There’s a photo booth inside, who’s someone you’re excited to take a photo with?” Another interviewer asked Emilia Clarke.

Giving a laugh, Emilia replied, “I’ll be trying my best to impress Y/N Y/L/N to take a picture with her. I’ll be working o-Oh, is that her? That’s her. That’s her.”

You waved to the crowd of eager paparazzi and interviewers, walking down the carpet in a composed strut and giving them your infamous small smile as you followed the carpet’s coordinator before standing in spot and beginning to pose.

Further down the carpet and in a classic black suit stood Chris, hands in his pockets as he smiled at the paparazzi, unaware of the fact that his celebrity crush was breathing the same air as him.

In your orange and black gown, you looked at the snapping cameras, posing to all angles. It wasn’t until you looked beside you that you had spotted Stevie Nicks, whose eye instantly caught yours and with open arms, you both approached each other.

“You look absolutely wonderful,” she said, looking at you from beneath her dark sunglasses.

“No, look at you,” you shook your head before bringing her in another hug, “Let’s take a few pictures together.”

With linked arms, you and Stevie posed together, making other celebrities pause and look so they could witness two icons of different industries just effortlessly make everyone lose their cool.

As you posed, with a calm and collected stance that masked his growing anxiety and butterflies in his stomach, Chris approached an interviewer who instantly beamed at the opportunity of interviewing Captain America.

“You’re looking absolutely amazing,” she began.

“Thank you, thank you,” Chris smiled, giving his suit a quick glance before looking back at her.

“We wanted to know who’s someone that Captain America wants to see tonight? Maybe talk and mingle with inside?”

“Uh, there are a lot of people-a lot of people,” he nodded, looking beside him for a fleeting second before looking back at her, “So many incredible people I want to see. I’m meeting Hemsworth inside though,” he smiled, pointing behind him.

“A little Avengers reunion,” she joked.

“Yeah, just a quick get-together,” Chris chuckled.

“If you can be introduced to one celebrity here tonight, who would it be?”

Chris hummed in thought, looking up as he did before bringing his index to his chin, “Just one?”

“Just one.”

“Probably-Alright, alright,” he nodded, “It has to be Y/N Y/L/N,” he answered.

“Ooo, you went there.”

“I went there,” Chris laughed with a nod, “That’s-That’s the dream.”

“You know, we were just talking to Michael B. Jordan and he gave us the same answer.”

“Oh, oh, guess that’s a challenge now, huh? A competition?” Chris joked with a laugh.

“You need to have a word with him,” the short interviewer joked, pointing at Chris.

“Let’s get to it,” he nodded, playing along.

“Well Chris, thank your for the nice chat and have fun inside.”

“Thank you,” Chris smiled.

As celebrities posed and talked, you were escorted to your first and only interview of the after-party’s red carpet.

With sweaty palms and a frantically beating heart, Vanity Fair’s interviewer had a tight hold on her microphone as you approached her, “Y/N is here,” she announced to the camera.

“How are you?” You asked, sensing her nerves, making you reach forward to give her a brief greeting hug, “You look lovely.”

With a flushed face, she grinned, “Wow, thank you so much but look at you,” she motioned towards you, “Who are you wearing?”

“This is Schiaparelli,” you answered, glancing down at your dress, “It’s such a nice dress, we’ve been working on it for a while now and they did an amazing job.”

“They really did,” she agreed, “You look absolutely stunning.”

“Thank you, thank you so much,” you smiled.

“So, you have two new movies coming out later this year, Gone Girl and Interstellar,” she began, “What should we be expecting?”

“I mean, it’s David Fincher and Christopher Nolan,” you chuckled, “You know better than to have expectations, really. I feel like with Gone Girl, you’re going to need to stay focused when you’re watching it, especially if you haven’t read the book first.”

“Do we need to read the book first before watching it?”

“I feel like it’s a matter of preference here. Some people prefer to read first, others like the surprise of it,” you gave a shrug, “So I can’t really give you a definite answer, you just do what you think is best honestly. There are no rules to how you decide to enjoy the movie.”

“And how was working with Christopher Nolan on Interstellar?”

“Phenomenal,” you smiled, “I admire Nolan and I-I have always wanted to work with him in any way, so I’m just honored to be part of something I believe will be so big—So promising. It’s definitely been an amazing experience that I’d love to go through again.”

“Everyone’s so excited to watch it, it’s all we’ve been talking about,” she smiled, “How does Miles feel about the movies? Is he excited?”

If there was anything you were sure of, it was that after going public a year ago with your relationship with Miles Teller, you were always going to get asked about him.

“He’s very excited,” you nodded with a smile, “He’s been so supportive. He’s-He’s incredible.”

“Awww,” she cooed, “Alright last question, anyone we expect to see you partying with inside?”

You laughed lightly, “Well,” you looked around for a moment, “So many friends here,” you said, “I think I’ll be floating around,” you answered, “There are so many people I want to see inside. There’s the incredible Serene Williams, there’s Jennifer Garner, Anne Hathaway, Taylor Swift,” you listed, “So many people, so many people.”

“It’s going to be a busy night.”

“Busy night for sure,” you chuckled.

“Well, thank you so much, Y/N. We hope you have a great night.”

“You too, love, thank you,” you gave her a smile, inching forward to give her another brief hug before moving away.

After what seemed like forever of posing to flashing cameras and screaming grown women and men, all voices of shouting were replaced by the sound of music and chatter as celebrities of all statuses mingled, danced, and talked.

There you stood, your big gown looking smaller after you had taken off your big orange train and were left with the black fitting dress, the orange on the front not being the only vibrant thing about you–it was you as a whole.

Nervous celebrities eyed you, wishing they had the courage to approach you. Envious celebrities ogled at you, wishing it were them whom people worshipped the ground they walked on.

And then there was Chris.

You seemed engrossed in the conversation you were having with Jennifer Garner; back straight, eyes set on Jennifer, nodding to what she was saying, and Chris couldn’t help but keep glancing at you.

“Join the line,” Hemsworth joked, elbowing him with a quiet chuckle before bringing his drink to his lips.

“You can introduce yourself,” Liam Hemsworth said from beside his brother, “She’s lovely. A fucking gem.”

“You talked?” Chris asked.

Liam nodded, “A couple of years ago at The Hunger Games premiere,” he answered.

“He almost shat himself,” Hemsworth said, laughing when Liam jabbed him in the ribs.

“Coming from the guy who fucking cried when she shook his hands during Snow White and the Hunstman premiere.”

“Oh fuck off,” Hemsworth scoffed.

“I can’t blame either of you,” Chris said, “She’s–Look at her,” he discreetly motioned towards you, “She’s successful as fuck, right? She is. But she’s–She’s so fucking beautiful, look at her.”

“Join the fucking line,” Hemsworth repeated, laughing when Chris flipped him off, “She’s intimidating, I admit.”

“But she’s also so sweet,” Liam said with a slight shake of his head, “But I think-Look, don’t get offended but imagine you go up to her and she has no idea who you are.”

“Thank you, Liam,” Chris replied sarcastically, “Thank you so much. That-That honestly makes me feel so much better.”

The older Hemsworth chuckled as his younger brother raised his hands up, “Sorry, mate, just-You probably thought about it.”

“Of course I did,” Chris replied, “She’s Y/N Y/L/N for fuck’s sake,” he discreetly motioned towards you.

“And if she did know you? Then what? You date? Get married?” Hemsworth joked.

“That’s as if she’s single,” Liam chuckled, “Miles is one lucky fucker.”

“Is so,” Chris nodded, glancing at you, “It’s not like I want something. I just-Don’t we all just admire her? Like, look at that,” he pointed, “Here’s Orlando Bloom looking at her, and here’s-I don’t know who the fuck that is but she’s been taking a step forward then backward for the past, like 15 minutes and trying to talk to her,” he said, making the brothers watch, “There’s no way I can set a foot near her without making a fucking fool out of myself.”

“Aw come on, mate,” Hemsworth patted him on the shoulder, “That’s some negative talk.”

“Oh yeah?” Chris raised his eyebrows, “Go talk to her then.”

“Nah,” Hemsworth, with a feigned nonchalant expression, scrunched his nose and shook his head with a shrug, “I’m-I’m good.”

Unaware to the conversations happening about you, you laughed with Jennifer Garner, only beaming when you were joined by Anne Hathaway, greeting each other with a kiss to the cheek.

“How was filming with Nolan?” Anne asked.

“A breeze,” you answered, “And Mathew’s just amazing to work with. They brought this kid,” you began, “I think he’s eighteen or nineteen, I can’t really remember. His name is Timothee Chalamet.”

“Is that French?” Jennifer asked.

You nodded, “American-French,” you stated, “And you heard it from me first but give him a few years and everyone and their mother is going to want this kid.”

“You always do that!” Anne laughed, pointing at you, “You always predict these things!”

“Exactly like what happened with Jennifer Lawrence,” Jennifer laughed, “You have a radar.”

You laughed, giving your friends a shrug, “I don’t even know, I just-His role is pretty small, but I have a gut feeling about him, I can’t explain it.”

“You never do,” Anne said, “But hold on now,” she held her hand out, “Where’s Miles?”

“Things have been a little messy with his movie’s release date,” you said, “He hasn’t been sleeping well, hasn’t been, like, dealing with it all so well. Just tired, you know? So we figured it’d be better if he sat that one out,” you said.

They both nodded, “How does he feel about the movie? Was it draining?”

You nodded, “It was, but I have a good feeling about it.”

They smiled at each other, “That’s when you know it’s a good movie,” Jennifer said, pointing at you.

“Speaking of good movies,” Anne began, “Did any of you get invited to that new Marvel movie coming out next month? The Captain America one?”

You nodded, “I did, but I’m not sure I’ll be going.”

“Why?”

“Because Marvel’s been on my ass since 2008, I don’t want them thinking that by going I’ll be giving them a shot.”

“What do you have against them so bad?” Jen laughed.

“Because I don’t want to belong to one universe,” you answered, “It’s different when it’s drama—when it’s a series, but with movies? I like to experiment with those, and that’s just not something I can do with Marvel.”

“Good point,” Anne said, “Man, fuck superheroes.”

“But-wait, wait,” Jen held her hands out, inching closer, “Have you actually seen Captain America? Like the actor?”

“Isn’t he-The blond?” You asked, “Big body?” You puffed your chest.

“He’s not looking very blond right now,” Anne said before bringing her glass to her lips, tilting her head slightly to the right.

“Don’t look because he’s been looking here,” Jen told you.

“I won’t,” you said, “I have a boyfriend. Stop that.”

Anne gasped dramatically, “You can’t deny it when someone’s good looking.”

You rolled your eyes, chuckling, “Doesn’t mean I need to look.”

“Just a tiny glance.”

“No.”

“A glimpse.”

“No.”

“A little peak.”

“No.”

“A-Holy fuck, he’s coming over.”

“N-what?”

The 3 of you cleared your throats, straightening your postures as you put up a nonchalant front, beginning a random conversation of “wow, that happened?” and “and what else did you do?”.

It wasn’t until you heard someone clear their throat that your head turned to the sound, coming face to face with a bearded, not blond, and anxious Chris.

“Hey, um, I’m really sorry if I’m intruding,” he began, looking at you before glancing at Jennifer and Anne, “But I’m a huge, huge fan and just-I just-um, I thought it would be okay if I came and said that. That I’m a huge fan, I mean.”

Chris felt like the biggest loser.

Between being in your close proximity, to your eyes on him, to him fumbling over his words, he wished for nothing more than for earth to swallow him whole right there and then.

But then you gave him a warm smile, eyes glistening under the lights and face welcoming to his nervous, shy aura.

You held your hand out and Chris almost melted.

Warm and delicate are two adjectives he’d use to describe your hand as you shook hands.

“What an honor,” you began, “We were just talking about your movie that’s coming out next month.”

And then he felt like crying because holy shit you knew he was an actor, you knew his movie, and you knew its release date.

The moment your hand left his was a moment that Chris would never forget because if he had a last wish, it definitely was to keep your hand in his for the longest while and that was something that your boyfriend didn’t need to know.

“Were you?” In surprise, Chris asked.

You nodded, “I loved the first part,” you said.

Unbeknownst to Chris, you did love the first part and you did want to watch the next one but there was one thing you couldn’t remember.

His name.

“Oh, oh wow,” he laughed, “Thank you, that means a lot,” he put a hand to his heart, “Means so much,” he said, “I can’t wait for your movies either. I’m-I’m sure they’re going to be incredible.”

“Right? She never disappoints,” Anne said, smiling at you before looking back at Chris.

Jennifer nodded, “Only Y/N can have Nolan and Fincher movies coming out in the same year.”

“Only Y/N,” Chris agreed, “Let’s not forget Peaky Blinders.”

“Peaky Blinders!” Anne exclaimed with wide eyes, “I physically can’t wait for the second season.”

“It’s a good one,” you said with a smile, “We were talking about you, how did this turn to be about me?” You asked Chris, “Have you been enjoying the title? The Captain America title?”

“I’ll go check on Ben,” Jennifer said, “Excuse me,” with a smile, she walked away.

You hummed at Chris, letting him know that he had your attention.

“I-“

“I need to use the restroom,” Anne then said, “Sorry. Excuse me,” she smiled at the both of you before walking away.

“Sorry,” you smiled at Chris, “Go on.”

At the fact that it was just you and him, Chris grew more anxious. He wasn’t sure if it was respectful to put his hands in his pockets as he talked to you, deeming you as royalty, but his sweaty palms chose otherwise by letting him stuff them in his warm pockets.

“Um, it’s-it’s been a positive experience at most, I’d say. Maybe-It’s definitely stressful,” he said, you nodding as you intently listened, “You know, having to-having to always look a certain way, behave a certain way because there are children who are-children who are taking Cap as a role model, that sort of stressful, you know?”

You hummed, nodding, “I understand,” you said, “It’s definitely stressful and I can’t say you’ll be getting over it any time soon,” you chuckled slightly, “But I feel like you have so much power to set a right example to kids right now.”

Chris nodded, “Definitely, definitely,” he agreed, “That’s the half full cup right there.”

“The half full cup,” you nodded with a smile, “Are you excited about the world seeing your new movie? How does it feel?”

Liam was right. You were a fucking gem.

If it weren’t for Hemsworth bribing Chris by telling him that he’d steal the Captain America shield for him, Chris wouldn’t have been standing with you, that was for sure. But what Chris didn’t expect was that you were going to keep the conversation flowing, wanting to make him feel seen and heard in a way he didn’t expect someone of your status to care about.

“I’m excited,” he began, “Nervous for sure,” he laughed, making you nod with a laugh, understanding where he was coming from, “But I’m trying to mask that with excitement.”

“Fake it till you make it,” you gave him a shrug with a smile—an innocent act that shouldn’t have made Chris swoon.

“That’s right,” he chuckled. Chris knew it was risky. He knew that he’d be kicking himself in the balls later, but nevertheless, he still asked: “Would you-Would you like a drink?”

It wasn’t the first time that you were asked the same thing by those who feel adventurous enough to ask, and in a way, it was easy to answer.

“Um, I don’t drink,” you said, not wanting to bruise his anxious ego.

It was one thing that you didn’t want to be grabbing drinks with people who might misinterpret your agreement to you being interested even though you had a loving boyfriend, and it was another that it was your history with an abusive, alcoholic, sick excuse of a father keep you away from putting alcohol anywhere near your lips.

“But I did hear that Bill Murray has a special order that everyone’s been getting,” you added quickly, not wanting him to get embarrassed, “I’m sticking to my lime soda,” you chuckled, raising your empty glass.

His cheeks were already flushed red, giving you a smile as he nodded, “Yeah, yeah, I-I understand,” he said, “I mean I understand that you don’t drink. I respect it. Not that I understand Murray’s order,” he rambled before his face fell a little, “I understand that Murray has a special order though, I just-I don’t know what it is, but I get it. I-Fuck,” he said the last part under his breath, embarrassment almost seeping through his skin.

You gave him an assuring smile, “I don’t know what the order is either,” you said.

Before Chris could further embarrass himself, he watched as Lady Gaga approach you, putting her hand on your shoulder before you turned, letting out an excited “Oh!” before hugging her.

He couldn’t hear what Gaga said to you, but he could see her pointing behind her before you nodded and turned to him, “Would you excuse me?”

“Yeah, of course, sure. Yeah,” he nodded, “Go ahead.”

Reaching your hand out, “It was nice talking to you,” you smiled, “Good luck with your movie.”

“Same here,” he smiled, shaking your head, “Thank you.”

“Get that special order, will you?” You joked before turning with Gaga and walking away.

Walking back to the Hemsworth brothers, Chris tried to maintain a calm and collected stance, pursing his lips as to not laugh at their reactions; Chris Hemsworth bit his fist in feigned worry, Luke covered mouth as he laughed, and Liam was calmly clapping and nodding his head at Chris.

“How was it?” Chris H. asked as soon as Chris approached them.

“I-I might have made a fucking fool out of myself but I’m pretty sure that was my ‘I made it’ moment,” he pointed behind him.

Like a bunch of high school kids, the tall men were giggling, laughing and clapping each others on the backs as Chris acted out his brief conversation with you, being everything but professional actors at a high-profile after party.

It wasn’t until Evie, your assistant, approached you later to make sure your makeup and hair were all set that you managed to ask:

“Who’s the guy who plays Captain America? What’s his name?”

“Chris Evans,” Evie answered with an eager smile, “Saw him looking like a nervous kid and talking to you.”

You chuckled, “He was nice,” you said, “Just felt bad for not remembering his name.”

“Poor guy,” she said, brushing back a piece of your hair and lightly patting it into place, “He’ll probably remember this moment all his life.”

You only hummed before thanking her, going back to your night of mingling, unaware that until the very last moment of his night, Chris was as bright as a kid on a Christmas night over talking to you.

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buckyownsmylife · 2 months

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girl boss III - frustration

When Ransom Drysdale learned that his grandfather was cutting him off the will, he knew life as he knew would disappear. What he didn’t expect was that the only person that would be willing to give him a job was a woman half his age - a woman who despite her youth would come to teach him many things, especially outside the office...

Or the one where Ransom learns he’s a huge sub.

for general warnings, please go to the fic’s masterlist.

The week that followed was hell to me.

I could barely process what had happened, and so I didn’t want to believe it. I went into work Monday morning fully prepared to pretend that I didn’t desire my boss more than I’d ever desired anyone before, because there was just no way she actually wanted me, right?

Only every time I felt her eyes on me, I knew I was wrong. I could feel her desire, and I knew it was inevitable. I would give into both of our needs, regardless of what my reason wanted me to do.

But for now, I was still fighting back against my emotions, trying to make sense of the little scene we’d lived on the event, how she was able to make me feel so small and vulnerable with so little effort from her part.

I wasn’t used to it. In all of my relationships, sexual or the few times I’d tried to go the romantic route, I’d been in control of everything, from beginning to end. And it had come naturally to me: it was clear that it’s the role that was expected from someone like me, so I never questioned it.

One offer from her and it all came crumbling down.

Did I want what she was offering me? There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted *her, that much was clear for the both of us to see. The question was… did I want her so badly that I was able to do this on *her terms?

In the back of my mind, a little voice whispered, ‘but you want to explore what she’s offering’. It was the truth. I was curious, it was undeniable, but I was still too attached to that expected role I was supposed to fulfill that it was hard for me to admit it.

What if I didn’t like it?

Her words that evening left little space for hesitation: she had no doubt I would enjoy it and I had no doubt on her abilities to *make sure I would, but it only confused me further. How did she know me so well? It felt like she knew me better than I did, and I didn’t enjoy being the one in the dark, particularly when the subject was myself.

To understand it, though, I’d have to ask her. And I wasn’t sure I’d have the courage to do so until *I did it.

“I want you,” I found myself blurting out one evening, after everyone had gone home and she had asked me to stay back so she could review some of the notes I’d made to a manuscript. It wasn’t the first time we’d been alone doing a similar activity, but it was the first time we were completely alone in the building ever since *that evening, and the second she lowered the files in her hands, I knew I’d fallen right into her trap.

So *that’s why she’d been hovering the entire day, leaning over so I was inevitably drawn to the neckline of her shirt. Fuck, she was good. And I bet she *felt good, too “Are you sure?” She questioned after looking me up and down, head tilted to the side and exposing just a little bit more of that delicious neck that I wanted to leave my mark on…

“Fuck yes,” I groaned, eyes widening once I realized I had actually said it out loud. I wasn’t too sure why this felt more embarrassing than my admission of wanting her, but it did.

Perhaps because once I got the message through (the message that would hopefully get me what I wanted), I hadn’t anticipated looking as fucking whipped as most definitely truly was.

But damn it. Who could really blame me? I really, really wanted her to kiss me…

A perfec eyebrow raised up, her expression denouncing her amusement. “Well, if you insist…” I didn’t even have the time to realize I had yet again voiced something I’d expected to be inner dialogue. Because in a quick movement, she was out of her chair and rounding the desk that separated us, settling between my legs before leaning closer and closer and then…

And then our lips were connected. She tasted like cherry lipgloss and I wondered how someone as powerful as her could remind me of a time so innocent, back when I had my first kiss on the school’s playground.

I thought I had everything figured out. I was going to be the king of the world, just like I was the king of break time, leading the boys far away from the girls without them realizing it was because I wanted them to be mine. I was going to be a heartbreaker by the time I reached high school, and then I did and it didn’t feel good.

It just made me feel empty. Girls expected me to know what to do but I wanted to lose myself in them too. I wanted to forget it all for a while, have someone else lead the dance and allow me to ignore my problems, ignore how I found my dad balls deep in someone who wasn’t my mother, ignore how she yelled at me that I should have never been born.

As her tongue swiped my lips open, all of my worries wiped away at the taste of her saliva. It was more than an instinct to let her in: it was a need. My hand went around her head to hold her close but hers reached for my neck, and she *squeezed.

It wasn’t enough to hurt me, but it sent the message across. And it made me so fucking horny. I whined when she pulled away, overwhelmingly aware that her rosy lipcolor was now slathered all over my lower face, knowing my eyes were glossy and my pupils blown.

I used to drink to feel this way. Now, I was praying I’d never have to search for relief in the bottom of a glass again.

She dove in to capture my lips in another kiss, one hundred times more aggressive than the previous one. I felt her weight settle over mine when she climbed onto my lap and my hands fell to the sides as the hand that wasn’t gripping my throat pulled on my hair. I choked in surprise at how fantastic it felt.

She bit down sensuously on my bottom lip when she pulled away, and it felt too fucking hot in that air-conditioned office room. I held her stare as she sized me up, but I couldn’t say it was easy. I didn’t know why, but she intimidated me.

Perhaps it was the fire I could see burning in her eyes. I found myself oddly attracted towards it.

I think I’d like to get burnt.

That kiss wasn’t enough. Even though it had me feeling more alive than I’d felt in months, even though it had my cock straining against my jeans (just from a little dance of lips)- I wanted more.

But my boss didn’t seem too eager to give me what I wanted, only to do what she pleased.

“Has anyone ever told you that you have a very pretty smile?” The reaction was automatic. The edges of my lips quirked up, not being used at all to the silly adjective being applied to me.

When I shook my head, she smirked like the cat that caught the canary, swiftly slipping from my lap to kneel between my legs. “You’re a very pretty boy, aren’t you, honey?” A sound I’d never heard out of my own mouth resonated across the room at her words, paired with the phantom drag of her fingernail over the bulge on my jeans. “Tell me what you want, puppy,” she took mercy on me, but I couldn’t speak. Hypnotized by the mischief in her eyes, she seemed to understand it because slowly, she unzipped my pants, motioning me to raise my hips just enough so she could release my dick.

She didn’t waste any moment before leaning down and licking a line straight up my cock. “You’re so sensitive…” She mocked when I shuddered, fascinated by the way she immediately came back for more, licking and nibbling but never engulfing my member the way I wanted her to.

It felt like she just truly wanted to get acquainted with my taste.

“Tell me, pretty boy…” My breaths were growing heavier, my heart fighting against my ribcage. “Do you want your cock in my mouth?”

The understatement of the century. I tried to nod, too tired from holding back to even utter a word, but that just earned me a disappointed sound from her lips, hummed against the head of my cock.

She sounded unimpressed, and I’d never in my life had wanted to do more for someone else than I did right at that moment.

“Say it,” she ordered, helping me in my helpless state. I don’t think I would have been able to realize what it was that she wanted otherwise. “Say what you want and I might give it to you.”

At that point, I would do anything to have her suck me. I wasn’t too proud to beg - not anymore.

Our eyes met. I knew what I had to do.

“Please, suck me,” I begged. “Please, please, suck me.” The grin that I received in response had my stomach falling down like I was on a roller coaster.

“Okay, I will suck you, honey…” She answered by licking a line up my hard member. “But you don’t get to cum until I say so.” And then she swallowed down half of my length, head bobbing up and down with the motions that were driving me crazy in ecstasy.

It had never felt this good before.

She was patient with the way that she licked me. It was like she was trying to memorize my every reaction, what made me jerk up and moan out loud in desire for her.

I felt close, too close. I was going to cum in a spectacular way, like I’d never came before, but when I let her know, she pulled away. “Rule number one,” she told me, “you can only cum inside my pussy.”

She started to get up and I understood I wouldn’t be going into her pussy that night, but I wasn’t prepared to say goodbye just yet.

“I-I want to taste you too.” She smirked at that, fingers making quick work of her skirt while she left me in the chair and climbed on the desk before us.

“Beg me for it,” she ordered, making me swallow around a dry throat. I wasn’t used to being in this position, but for her, I’d try.

Rubbing my sweaty palms on my thighs, I asked her to let me lick her off as sweetly as I could, only to get a pensive look in her face as a response.

“I don’t think you’re desperate enough.” God, she was so fucking sexy. Inhaling deeply, I prepared myself to try again.

“Please, miss. I am dying to taste you, please.” With a nod, she allowed me to do so, and so I leaned down to lick a stripe up her cunt, and I instantly groaned.

She tasted too fucking sweet. It was everything I had ever wished for, and I was addicted. Gripping her hips eagerly, I leaned down once more and buried myself against that delicious cunt, sucking and licking and swirling my tongue against her little nub.

She held me by the back of my head, forcing me to stay put even despite my rapidly decreasing ability to breathe - but I didn’t mind. I’d die happily if she’d keep giving me those sounds that she released, little breathless whimpers and moans, even a small call of my name.

“Fuck yeah.” Hearing her curse was such a turn on. “Yeah, this is where you belong now, puppy. On your knees for me.”

I moaned against her cunt, and the vibrations were all that were missing for her to reach her high. “Kiss me,” was the first thing she ordered once she had caught her breath, and I didn’t clean myself up before her lips were on mine, licking away the remnants of her own taste.

My eyes struggled to flutter open once she unglued herself from me. I earned a head pat for my efforts, and nothing had ever felt better than that simple gesture.

“It seems that I’m gonna have to train you, pretty boy…” I hadn’t realized it until then, but I’d come all over myself, just by eating her out. But I didn’t have the time to focus on that, because in a second her hand was around my neck, slightly choking me.

“I think I’ll buy you a nice chain… Make sure everyone in the office knows that you’re my little bitch.” I whimpered at the idea, and she smiled, arms closing in on me as she hugged me to herself despite the messy state of my body.

“How are you feeling?” She asked, her fingernails scratching my head and almost making me purr. “Want to take a shower?”

I nodded slowly, sleep suddenly taking over me, but I allowed her to get up and drag me towards the bathroom in her office.

“Can’t wait to take you to bed, puppy.”

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