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DIVINE PASSION / STEVE ROGERS X READER ONESHOT (SMUT)

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Summary: reader & Steve & a little romantic smut

A/N: @thepaperpanda this one has been written for your writing challenge. A reminder - I had lavender color 😊

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༻ 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Tarzan!Steve Rogers x doctor!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | 6’6” Steve, feral behaviour/feral!steve, nomad!steve, fluff, scientist!reader, gentle giant!steve, soft!steve, size difference, SMUT - minors DNI, size kink, manhandling, unprotected sex, creampie, sort of animal-like behaviour, mentions of dead parents, specific warnings in each part.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | S.H.I.E.L.D. had a lot of secrets, you just never expected one of them to be an actual person—a blue-eyed giant, wild manbeast at that.

♫ ·ﾟ𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝗧𝗼𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗪/𝗖 | 23.9K + 7.1K in blurbs

𝗔/𝗡 | well hello everyone! This is based on my short drabble about Tarzan!Steve, but changed a bit for storyline purposes. In this verse, Sam has always been Captain America and best friends with Bucky. Also, since I felt weird with consent from Steve’s side, there won’t be smut until part 2 where he’ll fully understand what sex is. BUT, there will be an alternative dark!Steve version that’s sort of just pure filth because why not. No gifs/photos belong to me, found bottom ones on Pinterest [1 | 2] all credits go to the original creators. [*=smut] ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

Feel free to send blurb requests or asks about this series! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓!

For blurbs and the alternative dark version since this story is completed: 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 — ​˖◛⁺⑅♡ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒: 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 — 𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: (3/3)

(1/3)

(2/3)*

(3/3)*

Alternative DARK version*

What A World Drabble Masterpost: 1 - 2

Role Reversal: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐄𝐲𝐞 [feral!reader]

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐒/𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒:

bubbles

a lil about steve

marking*

typical jungle boy behaviour*

little hand

baby fever?

his mind, body, and soul*

9 kink drabbles* (see more drabbles in the gallery👇)

steve and his adventures with food: 1 — 2 — 3 — 4

steve wants a pet: 1 — 2

letters from steve

winter wonderland

𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐘: tags

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬: #what a world drabble

Discussions/Drabbles: thots — fluff — dark — dark!reader — angst

All asks — Theories — Art — Ideas — Videos/TikToks — ??

Specific tag drabbles: sex toys* — periods — sex tape*

Tarzan!Steve aka WaW!Steve — Dad!Tarzan!Steve

Spicy Videos

Setting: Jungle

Happy Sinday 😌

Pairing: Biker!Steve x Reader

Warnings: Oral (m receiving), smut, no minors.

A/N: Late sinday drabble.

It’s your hands that he notices first. Soft and warm on his hair-covered thighs. Always so soft. It’s how he knows it’s you. Nothing soft has touched his skin in years. Until you. Those warm, soft palms glide up his legs, over his stomach. He shifts into your touch, ridged curved muscles pushing into your fingertips.

“Please,” the word thick and rough in his throat drifts on his tongue, passing his lips in a coarse whisper. His mind, dull from sleep, barely registers your low hum in response.

Your lips trace over the faint freckles peppered along his sun-kissed skin, creating a map of him that only you’ll ever use. Your guide. A personalized key to unlocking his every weakness. The one right below his ear that makes him shudder when you sink your teeth into it. The one below his collarbone, near his colorful tattoo, makes him grit his teeth, hissing out a warning you’ll gleefully ignore.

But this one.

The one on his lower belly next to the thin vein leading down to his cock.

This one is your favorite.

You trace the pad of your finger around it, following the vein down down down his skin, watching his cock, heavy and long and thick, get bigger and bigger before your eyes. Resting your cheek on his thigh, you wrap your hand around his base, fuck he’s so thick your fingers and thumb aren’t even close to touching each other.

He makes a guttural sound in his throat. Long eyelashes fanning across his face, lips parting.

Please

Your hand stills, eyes flickering up to his face. He’s pulled under again, unable to resist the strong drag of exhaustion lingering in his bones. You want to ease his tired body, make him feel good, and you can’t resist the gravelly request escaping his mouth.

You stroke him, your hand moving up his firm, smooth length, your thumb brushing over the vein leading to his tip. You bring your hand down, pumping him firmly, squeezing him before going back up.

Once.

Please

Twice.

Please

Letting your thumb sweep over his swollen head, his hips jerk. You spread that little drop of precum over him, listening to his breath quicken, sleep-addled words falling unbidden from his mouth, nearly indiscernible.

Please

Taking mercy on him, you move until you’re hovering over him, placing a kiss on his leaking tip, you open your mouth, his taste melting on your tongue as you swallow him.

While your touch is enough to drive him to the brink of awareness, it’s your mouth, hot and wet, that pushes him over. You hollow your cheeks, slowly slowly dragging him out of your mouth. Bright blue eyes snap open, his lips part on a breathy faint moan, large hands grip the sheets. You meet his dazed gaze and draw him back, his thick cock heavy and warm, his vein brushing along your tongue. Pleasure like he never felt spikes through him, scorching heat spreading up his spine. He never knew he could feel so good, so incredible. Darkening stormy blue eyes flutter shut, plump lips go slack and his hands, his large calloused hands, find the back of your head, resting gently, letting you find your pace.

“Fuck yes. Just like that Dove. Please, sweetheart.” He makes another noise in his throat, deep satisfaction and need and lust rolling into one breathy plea. “Don’t stop. You’re doing so good. So fucking good for me.”

It could almost be vulgar, the way you’re taking every inch, every incredibly thick inch into your little mouth, the wet sounds you’re making, the soft gag when you take him deeper and deeper.

But it’s not.

It’s so damn erotic that he has to look away, too afraid of losing control, wanting to keep your tongue on him. He’s not that strong, not when it comes to you, the need to see you pulls his eyes back to your face, and oh fuck he can feel the sultry white-hot pleasure cresting higher, cracking away at his resolve.

He needs one more minute.

One more minute.

Fuckfuckfuck you’re so sweet and pretty, lips stretched around his cock, throat bulging, your little hand softly twisting around the part of him you can’t take down your throat.

Sweat beads along his hairline, thighs trembling, hold on for one more minute, he needs to feel you more than he needs to cum.

One more minute of pure heaven. Please

He’s so greedy for you. Fuck one more-

Steve can’t think. Barely getting enough air into his lungs. Because your eyes flit up to his and you moan.

“Dove you’re so good, so damn perfect,” he groans through gritted teeth, veins in his neck distended, his fingers dig into your scalp as he comes undone. “Shit oh fuck, fuuuck.”

He comes, hard and fast, spilling into your mouth. And he almost comes again, watching you swallow every last drop. Steve reaches for you, a feral grin tipping his lips. “Now it’s my turn--“

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The harsh grating alarm cuts through the air. Steve reluctantly opens his eyes, waiting for the ceiling to come into focus, rays of sunlight peeking through the cracks of his curtains.

“Fuck me,” he spits out, glaring at his stiff erection tenting the sheets slung around his thighs, the remnants of his dream clinging to him.

It felt so real. You felt real.

He could have sworn you were in bed with him. Dragging his hand down his face, he makes a frustrated noise before turning off his alarm. Steve sits up, swinging his long legs over the side of the bed, he drops his head down. He can’t take another wet dream like this. He’s going to ask you out.

Today.

You have had every piece of him wrapped around your little finger for weeks now. Now it’s time for you to know that you belong to him just as much as he belongs to you, little dove.

*****

And his next dream is about him returning the favor 🥴🥴🥴. Steve can't wait to make his dream a reality. But are you ready?

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Do you think you could write about short sized! Reader working for Bruce banner as a lab assistant and Steve has a total crush on her.

Get A Life

You sat comfortably at your desk, analysing recent data on your computer screen. To an everyday person what would look like a jumbled mix of numbers and symbols to you made perfect sense. 

“Bruceee.”

“Ah-huh.” He responded, eye deep into a telescope.

“The optimal temperature for nuclear reaction is…” 

“100 million Kelvin… depends.”

“Figured.” You grumbled, nibbling on the end of a pen.

He rose from his stool, moving towards your desk and minimising the screen.

“This might sound hypocritical coming from me, but you need to get a social life.”

You re-opened the screen, eyes zoning in on him “This is social.” Gesturing between you both. 

“No this is work.” He minimised the screen again. 

“It’s a hobby.” You re-opened it,  

“That you get paid to do.” He minimised the screen once more.

Before you could continue your game of cat and mouse, a knock at the door caused both your heads to rise.

“Sorry to interrupt I just came to drop off these documents for Y/N.”

Your eyes darted up to the large frame leaning against the door, his blue eyes never leaving yours as he offered a soft smile, holding a thick manilla folder in his hands like it was nothing. 

“Oh yeah, okay, I was just about to go.” Bruce rose, walking past Steve.

Bruce raised his pointer finger at Steve, leaning in close and whispering while you were distracted by the screen in front of you “I…MIT won’t stop calling desperate for her to join so don’t… you know because I will go Hulk on your ass.” 

Steve gave him a respectful nod “I won’t.” 

“Good.” With a slap on the shoulder Bruce made his way out. 

Steve stalked towards you, placing the folder on your desk with a thud.

You skim through the contents only to find blank pages.

“These are all blank?”

“Yes, they are.”

“What… why would you… what?”

Steve’s hand rubbed the back of his head “I just wanted an excuse to come see you.” He smiled at you sheepishly. 

You sighed, rising from your desk making your way to the chemical cupboard with Steve close on your tail.

“I’m in the middle of making universe altering research breakthroughs Steven.” You thumbed through the walls of vials and chemicals.

Steven. Only you called him Steven. Not Rogers. Not Captain. Steven. And while he’d choke out anyone else who called him that besides his mother, he loved hearing his name fall from your lips. 

“Which is why I think you deserved a break.”

“Why is everyone so obsessed with me talking breaks around here?”

“Because you work the hardest.” You momentarily paused, turning your head over your shoulder, catching the sincerity on his face. 

“I’m not a superhero.” You shook your head. 

“You are, in a way…” He moved forward coming behind you as you reached upwards, pushing your weight onto your tippy toes to reach the container on the top shelf, your fingertips barely brushing it. Even in heeled boots you couldn’t even reach. 

With a swift motion, he placed his hand on your hip to pull you back slightly, raising his toned arm and grabbing the container effortlessly and handing it to you.

“I can’t even reach the top shelf.” Blush rose to your cheek at the feeling of his body so close to you. 

“Yes, but even superhero need help sometimes and more importantly… lives.”

“I have a life!” You moved out of his reach going back towards your desk. 

“When was the last time you had a beer with us? Or didn’t go into the lab for a day? Or went on a date?” He spat out.

You paused, turning on your heels, eyeing him.

“What do you want?” You said bluntly, crossing your arms over your full chest.

You were annoyed and he could tell. But he was absolutely obsessed with the way you looked in this moment, eyes piercing right into his soul through your glasses, your hair in a claw clip with strands sticking out and falling over your face. The tapping on your boot against the linoleum floor and the way your arms crossed pushed your chest together revealing a small sight of cleavage under your sweater. 

He shouldn’t have found it as sexy as he did. 

“I’d like you to take a break…”

You went to interject him and give him a 1000 reasons why you wouldn’t take a break until he finished…

“So, I can take you on a date.”

Your mouth fell agape but you were quick to recover with a sarcastic chuckle.

“Do you want me to warm up the CAT scan? Seems your brain has turned to mush from being in the ice so long.”

“Y/N please.”

“Steven, I don’t date.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s not scientific and it’s not logical, it’s unexplainable nonsense that drives women to insanity.”

He crooked an eyebrow up at you. “I don’t think you could get more insane than you already are if that helps.”

You rubbed your temples turning on your heels to go back to your desk until you felt a strong hang grab your wrist and pull you back into a hard chest. 

“Y/N, I see what you do day in day out for this team, and it doesn’t go unnoticed. But I also see how when you’re focused your eyebrows knot together, how I know which pencils are yours because of the bite marks on ends, how at the end of every day you let your hair fall out and you shake it with your hands, how the sweat drips down your chest and soaks your sports bras in the gym, how when you make a sly comment everyone laughs because you’re funny without realising and I can’t stop looking at you and I won’t but I desperately want to see what’s in your mind behind formulas and data because I know there’s more to you than that so if you would give me the pleasure I really REALLY want to be the social life you so desperately need. I see you, more than you know. And while it may not be mathematical, it makes perfectly calculated sense to me.”

You sucked in your lips, emotions swelling inside of you. His head bowed towards you, foreheads touching. 

“Please.”

You nodded unable to form words as his arms tightened around your waist, pulling you in as his lips lightly brushed yours, forcing you to relax in his grip and reciprocate the tender kiss.

“I’ll see you at 7pm - don’t be late.” He gave you final kiss on your forehead, walking out with a beaming smile. 

Leaving you in shock as you finally let out the breath you’ve been holding in and warmth spread throughout your body. 

do you think you may be able to write me an insecure plus size reader with preserum steve?

Prettiest Girl in The World

A/N: Pre-serum Steve makes me think 1940s so I set it in that time but if its not what you wanted let me know and i’ll redo it! I think you’re absolutely gorgeous (and so does Steve hehe) 💕☘️

WARNINGS: Mentions of body dysmorphia, heights, tight spaces, anxiety about size/taking up space, weight

“You excited Princess?” Steve squeezed your hand as you walked into the fair.

Steve had planned the sweetest date night ever, dinner and then a trip to the carnival so you could end your night with a big stuffed Teddy and a mouthful of Cotton Candy.

Being the gentleman, he is he paid for your ticket, hand going to the small of your back, leading you through the gate.

“Stevie, this has been the best date ever!” You squealed, kissing his cheek, leaving a red lipstick mark. Blush rose to his cheeks. Truth is, he was just a happy he got to walk around with a girl as as you.

You looked so pretty in your light blue wrap dress with white poka dots. It hugged your curves in all the right places and you had done your hair all cute. The dress was his new favourite thing and all he wanted to do was take a picture so he could remember it forever.

Bucky couldn’t believe it when you showed up next to him. “How’d you land that dime piece?” He’d say while nudging Steve arms. “My endless charm and good looks.” Bucky laughed, slapping his friend on the back encouragingly “No but seriously, how much you pay her?” Steve punched his friend on the arm.

“She works at the arts supplies store I go to. I kept going back every day to see her, buy a single pencil each time and she kinda caught on and asked if I wanted to go to the pictures with her. Nearly passed out with excitement, not before I said yes though.”

And here you two were, hand in hand walking towards the Milk Bottle Toss so Steve could get you the teddy bear he promised you.

“It’s ok if you don’t win honey these games are rigged anyways.” You put your hand on his shoulder as he got ready to throw.

“I promised you that bear so you’re getting the bear.” He said, seriousness in his voiced.

He missed all 3 bottles and almost hit a toddler walking behind you.

“Out of luck, Kid.” Said the old, bearded attendant.

“Another round.” Steve straightened out his jacket, stretching his arms.

“Stevie, baby you don’t have to spend all your money on the bear.”

“Don’t worry.” He put his arm around your waist, squeezing at your love handles a little.

“A kiss for good luck would help though.” He grinned at you sheepishly.

You rolled your eyes, grabbing the man’s face in your hand and planting a fat kiss on his lips.

Steve was stunned, his first real kiss. Blush rose to his cheeks and his eyes were wide in amazement.

He took a big gulp, turning to the attendant “I can do this all day.”

The confidence of the kiss led to Steve hitting all 3 bottles with one throw. You jumped in delight, clapping your hands as the attendant handed over the bear. You hugged it tightly, kissing Steve again.

“Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you” You squealed pulling him into a big hug.

“Anything for my girl” he smirked smugly.

“Hey, let’s go on the Ferris Wheel, you can see the fireworks from way up high!” Steve looked at you excitedly.

Your palms started to sweat, but you weren’t afraid of heights. It was the anxiety of the seats. The all too small bench they put you on, whether the metal harness would go over your head and over your stomach. The fear of embarrassment when Steve realises that his chubby girlfriend can’t fit on a seat next to her boyfriend like the other skinny girls. How everyone would look and stare and wonder why a future US Soldier would be seen with a girl like you. Your face went white at the suggestion.

“Hey pretty girl, its ok it aint that high, I’ll hold your hand.” Steve smiled at you, blissfully unaware at your insecurities, not even giving your size a thought, heck all he saw was his beautiful girlfriend in front of him.

You simply nodded and let him take your hand towards the line.

You got to the front of the line, next in tow for the seat. The attendant lifted the rod, letting the couple before you free as they skipped off, you noticed all the space they had on either side of them. How you could never be the same.

You took in a deep shaky breath. “It’s alright, ladies first.” Steve gestured to let you slide in your first, you hit the arm rest and sat with your thighs laid flat, extenuating their mass. He squeezed in next to you, granted he sat happily but the image of the scrawny man squashed in a seat next to a clearly big girl haunted you.

The rod went over your heads, sitting comfortably against your stomach as a small roll formed on top of it. Your belly clearly squashed in.

“I like this bench; means I get to be nice and close to you.” Steve purred in your ear as you started to rise. His hand falling to your thigh, squeezing slightly for comfort.

“You sure I’m not taking too much room?” You looked at him hesitantly.

“Nonsense and why would it matter? The closer I am to you the happier I am.”

“I’m not the skinniest girl at the fair Steve, I don’t know why you even wanted to go out with me.”

“What? Who said something? I’ll kill em.” Anger flashed in his eyes.

“No one said anything but they sure as hell are thinking it.”

“So? Who cares what anyone else thinks. Gosh, I think you’re beautiful Y/N. I always think people are looking and wondering what a beautiful girl like you is doing with some skinny schmuck like me. I mean even Bucky thinks you’re cute.” He looked at you, shaking his head a little.

“You really think I’m beautiful?”

“Not just beautiful, I think you’re the prettiest girl in the world. Besides, I like how you look in that dress, gosh, I like how you look in anything, in the apron at the shop when it gets all tight around your waist giving you those movie star curves, I even think you’d look good in nothing at all.” Steve winked at you, whispering the last line in your ear.

You couldn’t speak at his little speech about you, tears threatened to spill as no one had ever told you you’re beautiful like that.

Steve lifted his arm up over your shoulder “Now, scooch a little closer, I want as much of you as I can get.”

You finally relaxed into Steve’s arms, laying your head on his shoulder as he drew soft circles on your arm. You both looked up at the sky, enjoying the firework display. His mouth coming down to place a soft kiss on your forehead.

“My beautiful girl.” He whispered in your ear.

Small sized reader wants to get tied up so she could get fucked hard by her husband, Steve rogers

Roped Up

A/N: Enjoy 💕☘️

WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, daddy kink, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, rough sex, orgasm, P in V, bondage

You watched as Steve cut off the rope holding your Christmas tree together. You didn’t know such a small, mundane movement could turn you on. His veins pulsated as his used the sheers to cut the taunt rope, his tongue sticking out a little as he focused on the task at hand. Catching the loose rope in his hands as it sprung around the tree. You sat on the couch, glass of wine in hand admiring the man in his grey sweater and jeans.

“What you want me to do with these bub?” He held up the long thick ropes in his hand, 4 strands of beige yarn. You got up from your spot, hand falling to his waist and pulling him closer into a kiss. “I have an idea.” You purred into his ear as blush rose to his cheeks.

“What is it honey? Seems you’ve had a bit too much wine baby girl.” He pulled your chin up to him.

“I’m just drunk on you.” You took the ropes from his hands, turning around and making your way up the stairs.

He almost tripped following you up the stairs, quick on your step as you rushed towards your bedroom, giggling at the sudden game of cat and mouse. Until you felt the sudden tackle of Steve behind you onto the bed, falling into a fit of laughing you turned onto your back.

Eye to eye with the gorgeous man. He ran his nose along your jaw, nibbling at the skin on your neck.

“What’s your idea gorgeous girl?”

“Tie me up.” His head peaked up, a quizzically look on his face as he studied your face for a hint of humour. “What?” “Like my wrists and ankles. Tie me up to the bed and then…” You wrapped your arms his neck, bypassing his lips quickly towards his ear “Fuck me.” You bit your lip noticing the sudden darkness of his eyes.

He groaned, grabbing the ropes from beside you.

“Starfish. Now.” You hurried to the top of the bed, lying on your back, still in your baby pink slip. You reached to pull it over your head.

“No. Keep it on.” He growled at you, pulling on your left ankle roughly. He positioned the rope in a circle around your ankle, tightening the strand in a quick motion

“That too tight?” He looked up at you, concern on his face. “Tighter.” You purred at him. He smirked, tightening it harder so it pinched against your skin. You moaned at the feeling of pressure. He anchored it to the golden bed post.

Repeating the action on the other foot. He placed his knee on the bed, moving up towards you, grabbing your hands and cuffing them over your head, fastening them together against the headboard.

Moving down past your lips, you groaned at the lack of kisses. “Stop whining, or I’ll tie your mouth up as well.” You bit your lip as excitement formed between your legs.

Leaving soft, wet kisses against your neck, moving your dress to the side with his face, he cupped your breast in his hand as he placed the nib in his mouth, sucking lightly, grazing his teeth against the sensitive nipple. You moaned at the sudden pressure.

He pulled away, towering over you as his fingertips grazed along your body.

“You’re so petite baby, look at you all helpless and tied up.”

Desperately wanting to rub your thighs together to ease the ache between your legs. You tried to move into his touch, unable to get a few inches off the bed with the tight restraints holding you down. Steve quickly bunched the slip over your hips, exposing your heat to the cool winter air.

He blew hot air onto your core, you squirmed at the contrasting temperatures.

He stood up, slowly pulling his sweater over his head and throwing it across the room. His hands palmed over his thick chest down towards his zipper.

All you could do was watch his taunting strip tease, desperately wanting to run your nails down his chest. Revealing his hard member, he pulled down the final layer of cloth. The cotton that confined his hard, thick cock from your aching hole. Moving his head down towards your now soaking pussy, he gave a soft kiss to your puffy folds. Peaking his tongue out to taste your arousal. He simply couldn’t help himself to tease you, addicted to the taste of you he devoured your sex, vacuuming up your fluid with his mouth.

His head rose, rubbing the glistening sheen on his chin with the back of his hand.

“You ready baby?” He rubbed his bright pink head against your messy wet folds.

Even in moments of deep intense pleasure, Steve would still take the time to ensure your comfort. It made you want him more.

“Just fuck me already.” You groaned, desperate to feel him.

He pushed against your tight hole, desperate to feel his length be wrapped up by your velvet walls but also conscious to not hurt you.

“More” you moaned. It was all he needed

Your habit during sex was always to run your hands through his hair and down his back towards his juicy peach of an ass, leaving long red lines. Your instincts want to give in, but you can’t even touch him beyond the feel of his chest against yours as he lays his weight on you.

Mouth finally reaching yours, as his tongue explored, fighting for a sense of control you’d never get as you shoved your tongue deep in his mouth. Moaning at the sensations of his small little patch of hair rubbing over your mound, the feeling of his head grazing your g spot over and over. Trapped between his biceps on either side of your head.

The position while limited, Steve used all his skills to keep a decent pace, hitting your g spot continuously, his hand trailing down to your lower stomach, pushing down on his member that was visibly inside of you.

“That feel good baby? … look at that - you can see me inside of you.” The depth of his thrust only pushing you further towards an orgasm,

“Daddy I’m gonna cum!” Your hands pulled against the tight restraints, desperate to release the coil inside of you.

“Cum baby you earned it.” With that a flush of liquid poured out of you, pushing out his cock in the process.

“I wasn’t finished.” He growled, shoving his cock promptly back into you, increasing his laboured thrusts, chasing his release as he pooled a hot shot of cum into your cervix. His teeth gritted as he held onto your throat for leverage, enjoying the sight of your eyes rolling back into your head as his bulbous tip assaulted your now sensitive insides. Unable to push away from his grip or tear at his back, tears started to form in your eyes as you lay helpless for him to use as he pleased.

He collapsed on top you, breathing into your ear as he came down from his high. Slowly moving upwards, he untied your wrist with a swift pull, your hands immediately falling to his back muscles, pulling him closer to kiss you passionately, desperate to feel him.

He grabbed your hands and softly massaged away the redness from your wrists. Placing soft kisses on the indents from your resistance.

“We are keeping the ropes.” He groaned at you.

You chuckled lightly, kissing his forehead as you finally were able to move freely.

Reader adopts a cat to help her boyfriend Captain America, Steve rogers deal with the trauma and nightmares

Soxs

You were woken up to thrashing beside you in bed. Third night in a row. Sweat formed on Steve’s forehead with his face contorted in terror. You rolled over, placing a light hand on his shoulder, he instantly moved into you.

“Hey hey, honey… it’s just a dream.” You patted his head softly as his eyes slowly blinked open.

He let out a large sigh, sitting up in bed and rubbing his face. 

“Same one?”

“Same one.” He said in a defeated tone.

You rubbed his back soothingly before getting up to get a glass of water from the sink. Handing it to him in bed.

“Thanks honey.” You sat next to him as he took a large gulp, turning back to cuddle into your comforting frame. 

As he gently lulled off to sleep in your arms, large arms wrapped around you. You mind wandered to all the things you could do to help your poor guy.

3 WEEKS LATER

You placed the gold box in front of Steve on the couch. Holes punctured in the top and a shiny red bow in the middle.

“What’s this?” He looked up at you curiously. 

“Open it.” You smiled, taking a spot next to him.

Steve inched forward, slowly taking off the lid and peering inside the box.

“Oh my goodness.” Steve’s eyes widen in joy at the little ball of fluff, sitting pretty. 

The calico kitten let out a small meow, standing on its hind legs and pawing at the walls, desperate to be picked up.

Steve took the small kitten in his large hands, encompassing it carefully as he brought it to his chest. The kitten immediately rubbed his ear against Steve’s jaw, purring at the contact.

“Y/N… you… you didn’t… omg I love him.”

“Her. And you’re welcome. I looked it up and the purr of a cat can help relaxation and healing. So, I thought maybe a couple of kitten kisses will help you sleep through the night.” You beamed at him, your hand going to scratch the little one’s head.

“Her. She’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten. I can’t believe you’d do that for me.” Tears started to form in the captain’s eyes as his heart burst at the ball of fluff. 

“Think of her as our first baby.” You winked.

“Gotta name her… what do you think she looks like… Esmerelda, Fluffy, Ariel?”

“How about Soxs.” You grabbed the kittens’ paw, admiring the pattern of fur that gave her four perfect little white blocks.

“Soxs. Perfect.” He turned to you, kissing you on the mouth softly.

The two became inseparable with Soxs taking up permanent position sleeping between your heads at night.

The nightmares stopped but Steve got even less sleep after being woken up at 4am to Soxs wanting breakfast.

She'd follow him everywhere, doing little walks between his legs.

The whole of Avengers loved her, with Stark acting like a villain whenever she'd sit in his lap.

Her favourite place to nap was the Avengers meeting table.

Steve would feed her little slices of ham at dinner, dangling it under the table for her to catch.

A/N: Short and sweet. 😘☘️

what about steve rogers is a virgin and his girlfriend's reader is experienced. She decided to show and take away his virginity.

I'm the Captain Now

A/N: Ok Miss She Hulk. Purr. This one is insanely cute thank you for the request!!

WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. Mentions of losing ones virginity (obviously), Unprotected sex, fingering (f receiving), oral (m receiving), soft sex, orgasm, P in V

You filed away your last report on the recent mission, standing up from your desk you straightened out your pencil skirt. Looking in the reflection of the mirrored glass, you slyly undid the top button of your blouse, revealing your scandalous cleavage and a hint of your lace white bra. Ready to go visit Steve in his den. 

Steve was a true gentleman, adorable, kind, charming and while it made you blush how flustered he’d get when you’d pull on his belt slightly or your kisses trailed down his below his jaw he’d always promptly sit up, coaxing you back to a more… modest position. 

You thought maybe because your relationship was taboo, and as a S.H.I.E.L.D spy you weren’t meant to be rendezvousing with America’s sweetheart. But you couldn’t help the tinge your heart felt whenever he’d push you off 

“Now gorgeous save this for another time.” He’d say while rebuttoning your shirt, his sweaty palms struggling with the buttons.

It was endearing to say the least, you figured maybe it’d just been 60 years since he last did it and he was nervous, but you decided tonight was the night you were going to finally get to bask in the glory of America’s ass.

You knocked on the door of his room, opening it up a crack and peaking your head in. 

“Hey Captain.” You let out a soft drawl to let the soldier know you had entered. He was reclined on his bed, doodling in his journal, quickly placing it to the side when he saw your face.

“There’s my gorgeous sweetheart, how you are doing?”

“I’m good.” You joined I’m on the bed, sitting on the edge reclining your arm out to give him a proper view of your bra peeking out.

Steve gulped at the sight. 

“I wanna talk to you about something.”

“Yeah, what’s going in that pretty little head of yours?”

“We’ve been together for a couple of weeks now and while I’m enjoying all the kisses and cuddles… is there a reason you freeze up whenever I touch your belt? Ya know it’s not a bad thing if we do it before marriage right? Times have changed and we discovered God isn’t going to come down and strike us.”

Steve looked down, fiddling with his hands. He knew he had to be honest with you eventually. It’s not that the sight of you didn’t get him hard as a vibranium. It’s just that…

“Well, ya know I was in the ice for a while. I went in at 27, and it’s not like I wouldn’t love to… you know…”

“Fuck me?” you said pointedly

“I was gonna say make love to you but yeah that too. It’s just that… I’ve never done that before and I worried if we did you wouldn’t like it, so I tried to hold it off as long as possible. I understand if you don’t want to see me anymore and go through the hassle of teaching me what to do.”

“Oh Steve, honey, I didn’t know.”

“Know what? that I went into the ice as a virgin? Yeah, talk about a tough 60 years.”  

You snorted out a laugh. “Well, I don’t want to stop seeing you. And if you want, we can leave it for another time but I have no problem teaching you a few things.”

“Really?!” His blue orbs lit up in excitement. 

Catching himself, he cleared his throat

“I mean, yeah I’d like to... if you want to… we can do it... ya know... like how they do it on your cable channel thing or whatever... I’m not- “

“Steve.”

“Yeah?”

“Stop talking.”

“Yeah right of course.” He sat up straight next to you on the edge of the bed. His hand drifting to your thigh as you turned to kiss him.

His mouth immediately engulfed yours. While he lacked in experience, the boy sure knew how to kiss.  Your hands inched under his shirt; you caught his breathe in the kiss. 

“I’m gonna take your shirt off now ok?”

Steve was dumfounded and simply nodded enthusiastically. 

You pulled his shirt over is head, revealing the delicious effects of the serum. His hard pecs illuminated by the bedside table lamp. 

You had to slow down your thoughts not wanting to rush the old timer. 

You stood up. “Now I’m gonna take off my clothes, ok?” His eyes glazed over as he watched you unbutton your blouse. Your hands fell behind your back as you slowly unzipped your skirt letting it pool at your feet. You stepped out your heels leaving them in the fabric circle.

Steve could feel his cock hardening at the sight of you in your lace white set.

“Is this, ok?” you asked reassuringly.

“It’s better than ok I think this is the best day of my life.” You chuckled at his boyish comment.

Closing the space between you two you straddled his waist. 

He fell back onto the sheets, grasping at your skin eager to touch you. 

You moved your body downwards, anchoring your knees on the mattress. Slowly you pulled down his grey sweats, being greeted by his hard cock slapping against his chest. 

Your eyes widened at the size “You’ve been hiding this the whole time Rogers?” 

He gave a sheepish grin through ragged breathes, trying to focus on not ruining the moment by cumming prematurely. 

“I’m gonna put it in my mouth now ok baby?” 

Steve let out a laboured “please.” Begging to feel the warmth of your mouth, your hot breath only adding to the ache of his swollen tip. 

Slowly, you took him into your mouth. Inching downwards towards his base, swirling your tongue around his length. 

“Oh God… Jesus Christ Y/N.” 

He had never felt anything like it, he relaxed into the pillow enjoying the sight of his length disappearing into your soft, red lipped mouth. 

His hands falling to cup your cheek, overwhelmed by the sensation. 

“Stop, stop, stop.” 

“You feeling, ok?” you replied coyly

“I feel fucking amazing, but I don’t want to end this before it even starts.”

“I get you.” You travelled back up his body, positioning yourself once again in the straddling position.

“Can we do it… the other way… ya know with you lying down? I just want to do it properly the first time” Steve asked shyly 

“Of course, we can.” You rolled off the hunk of man, getting comfortable amongst the pillows. 

Steve hovered over you, pausing to drink in the sight of you. A small wet patch had formed at your entrance, the fabric sticking to your pussy like a translucent portal to an oasis. 

Slowly he leaned down to kiss you. His hand travelling over the moulds of your breast, drawing soft shapes on your stomach, and landing over the now drenched panties. He tested the waters and applied light pressure to your heat. 

“Aghh Steve.”

“Are you ok? Was that bad? Did it hurt?” He quickly retreated, studying your body for injuries.

“No silly haha it felt good do it again… but this time under the panties.” 

You helped Steve discard of the lousy fabric. He once again moved his hand towards your heat, this time more daringly sliding his finger past your folds and rubbing in an agonisingly slow up and down motion.  

The feeling of his rough hands against your heat, brushing up against your clit was intoxicating and you left out soft moans, grabbing his forearm for support.

“That feel good sweetheart?” Becoming more confident with his actions and with close examining of your face when he reached certain spots. Steve dared to speed up, circling your clit and applying light pressure.

“Omg Steve yes… please I need you inside of me.”

That was all he needed to mount on top of you. You helped him guide his length towards your hole. The initial entry of his tip in your folds sent him falling ever so slightly above you, catching himself with his arms on either side of your head. 

You lay like that for a moment, both enjoying the initial feeling of pleasure. 

“You can move now baby, don’t overthink, just in and out… it’s a natural function.” 

With your encouragement Steve started to thrust into you, slowly at first as he became accustomed to the new feeling of what the inner walls of your pussy felt like. 

He stretched his neck moaning at the sensation. 

“Oh my god, Y/N, holy shit… yes.”

You were overcome by his length, moaning and clenching your walls around him.

“Go faster baby.” With that his thrusts increased, hitting your cervix, causing you to jolt in pleasure. 

Steve then felt a sudden stream of liquid meet the tip of his cock.

“Shit, what was that are you ok?”

You gave him a weery smile, “That was me cumming baby.’

Pride overcame the gorgeous man on top of you as he broke out into a beaming smile.

“Did I do that?”

You bit your lower lip and nodded, adoring his pride at being the cause of your release. 

With that, his confidence grew as he continued to thrust into you.

 “Shit baby I’m gonna cum what do I do?!”

“Just keeping going… please… I wanna feel your cum inside of me.” A switch flipped his head as he let out his release inside of you with a loud grunt. 

His arms finally giving as he collapsed on top of you, holding your hot skin close. 

“Holy shit.”

You pulled back a loose strand from his glistening forehead 

“What’d you think Cap?”

“I think I’m an idiot for not doing that sooner.” He gave you a lazy smile, raising his head to meet yours for a long, drawn-out kiss. 

He brought his head back to your chest, using your boobs as a pillow and before you know it the soldier was letting out soft snores. Exhausted from his release that was 60 years in the making. 

You smiled to yourself, the now proud owner of Steve Rogers virginity. 

Oh gosh I love your Imagines <3 Can I request a Steve imagine where you're a couple now for quite a Long time but you both wanted to go slow, so you havent slept together yet. One time Steve calls you to his Apartment and when you arrive he has already set up a dinner and is all dressed up. Later that evening you want to make the next step and Steve carries you to the bedroom and you end up having a sensual, night together? :) I love Your Imagines & I'd love some smut hihi

a/n: you sure can, thank you so much my love! <3 also sorry it’s so long, i think that when my brain sees the word sensual it’s like “make it super detailed for no reason” so yeah. it think this might be the longest one i’ve written so far but it’s okay, i love me some steven grant rogers. i really hope you enjoy it angel!

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Being with Steve was almost enchanting at times, the way he treated you made you feel like you were in the 40’s being whisked into a whirlwind romance with the most handsome soldier you had ever laid eyes on.

Steve was notably from a different time, the way he treated you almost shocked you at first. He’d hold open doors for you, bring you flowers, pull out your chair. He even carried a handkerchief around when he was with you.

You and Steve had been dating for about 6 months when the topic of sex came up for the first time. It was one of the few times you had been to his apartment at the time, it was a regular movie night before heading to bed. As you settled in beside Steve, you looked to your left and you couldn’t help the thoughts that had swirled in your head.

“Steve?” You whispered “Yes y/n?” You weren’t sure if you wanted to bring it up at first, the subject being a bit awkward in the moment. Steve shuffled closer to you and absentmindedly rubbed his hand up and down your back, soothing you.

“Have you thought about what it would be like for us to, you know” you cleared your throat. In the dim room you could see Steve’s shy smile as he realized what you were hinting at. “Um, yes actually I have but here’s the thing” you swallowed waiting for the worst “I actually just wanna take it slow for a bit” you inaudibly sighed in relief

“What do you mean by that Stevie?” It was his turn to clear his throat. “I just, what we have right now is amazing. And believe me I have thought about it, many times, but I want to build up to it. I want to make it special” you smiled at the thought, again you knew that Steve was old fashioned in that way and his explanation eased your mind.

“Honestly, that sounds perfect” you agreed “Yeah?” He kissed your forehead and pulled you into him, his chest against your back. After that the conversation didn’t really come up anymore and it really had no need to, you both were perfectly content with taking it slow and just enjoying each other’s company.

Over the next six months things had been pretty much the same, but closer towards the year mark, you could feel how his kisses started to linger, how he would press his body all that much closer to yours at night, how his hands had gradually moved down your back every time he hugged you. The little things like that.

Even though you spent a lot of time at Steve’s apartment, you had only been dating for a year so you still lived on your own. Dates surprisingly were very often with Steve, it felt like every chance he had he was cooking dinner for you or taking you out somewhere, in short they were a very common occurrence but exciting nonetheless.

So when Steve texted you that night asking you to come over in nice clothing, you were excited to see him and see what he had planned. You hadn’t seen Steve in a while, he had just had a mission recently so he’s been a bit busy and you missed him.

You got dressed and headed over to Steve’s, practically bouncing in the driver's seat with excitement. You walked up to his door and heard the faint sound of music, and you smiled as you knew that Steve loved to play records from the 40’s.

You walked into a dimly lit apartment and Steve standing in the middle of the kitchen, your eyes darted around the room and you saw that Steve had made a gorgeous looking dinner and had set the table with candles and two glasses of wine.

“Steve” you gasped out “what’s all this for?” Wiping his hands on his pants Steve rushed to pull your jacket off your shoulders, hanging it by the door. He held his hand out to you and you took it, letting him pull you into him to give you a soft kiss on the lips. “I didn’t forget anything did I?” He let out a very cute laugh “No you didn’t forget anything honey, I just wanted to do something nice for you”

You leaned up and kissed him again “Well thank you Mr. Rogers” you pulled away and took a really good look at him “Speaking of something nice, you look amazing Steve” Steve was wearing a nice fitted navy blue button down tucked into what looked like black slacks, all of which fitted him perfectly. He offered you a shy smile and bowed his head as a silent thanks “Oh I almost forgot, let’s eat”

As you made small talk asking about his day and even smaller talk about the results of his recent mission, you heard a very familiar song come on. All of a sudden Steve got up and offered you his hand “May I have this dance Miss?” You smiled at him as you slipped your hand in his “Why yes you may, soldier” the meal long forgotten as Steve whisked you into the middle of the kitchen.

He wrapped his arm around your waist and your hand grasped his, your other hand sliding up to his shoulder as you began to sway back and forth. You reached up to kiss his cheek and feeling the bliss of the moment, you began to hum along as you closed your eyes.

Never thought that you would be

Standing here so close to me

There’s so much I feel that I should say

But words can wait until some other day

Steve twirled you around and smiled at you as he pulled you back into his arms.

Kiss me once, then kiss me twice

Then kiss me once again

It’s been a long, long time

Haven’t felt like this my dear

since I can’t remember when

It’s been a long, long time

He spun you out then back in, both of your laughs echoing off the walls of the apartment as he held you from behind.

You’ll never know how many dreams

I’ve dreamed about you

Or just how empty they all seemed without you

So kiss me once, then kiss me twice

Then kiss me once again

It’s been a long, long time

As the excitement of the moment died out, you rested your head on his chest, and Steve had both of his arms wrapped around your waist holding you tightly against him. As the music died down, he pulled back. He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and leaned down to give you the sweetest kiss.

You gently rested your hand on the back of his head, everything else seemed to fall away until it was just you and Steve in your own little world. You both pulled apart, resting your foreheads together “I want to take care of you tonight” he finally whispered, eyes closed as it seemed that he was relishing the moment just as much as you.

“What?” You said as you pulled back to get a good look at your boyfriend. Steve opened his eyes to look at you “I want you, y/n” he said gently cupping your cheek “Only if you agree, I know we said we’d take it slow, and tonight has already been perfect. It’s your choice doll”

You leaned up nudging his nose with yours “Kiss me Steve” you two shared another passionate kiss as Steve picked you up bridal style and carried you to his bedroom. Steve eventually set you down on the corner of the bed, he stood in between your legs and leaned down to give you another kiss before helping you pull your shirt over your head.

As soon as your shirt was off, you pulled Steve’s shirt from where it was tucked in and began working on the buttons from the bottom up, pressing kisses up his torso until you were kneeling on the edge of the bed to reach. He grabbed your face in both hands as your lips met, you worked his belt free and slid it out of the loops, dropping it on the floor, both of your shoes already discarded god knows where.

Steve popped the button open on his pants before pushing you back on the bed, kissing down your stomach to your waistline. He undid the button on your jeans and pulled down the zipper, gently easing them down your legs as his lips followed, pressing kisses on the skin there, his own pants following suit with your help.

You held your hand out to Steve pulling him on top of you, missing the warmth of his body. You took his hands and guided them around your back. As he unclipped it he slid off your bra straps kissing your shoulders as they fell.

With a bit of effort you rolled the super soldier onto his back, giving him a kiss before trailing it down his neck and torso before you got to the waistline of his boxers. You looked up at him through your lashes to see that he was watching you through half lidded eyes.

You hooked your fingers in the band before sliding the material down his legs. You leaned down and pressed a very gentle kiss to the shaft, almost ghosting your lips over his cock. You could feel Steve tense slightly as you made a move to take it in your mouth. “Don’t” he said as he pulled you up “Tonight’s about you” “but Steve-“ he rolled the two of you over, face inches from yours “Let me make you feel good sweetheart, okay?”

Steve sat up, kneeling on the edge of the bed as he pulled your underwear gingerly down your legs. He ran his hands up your thighs before pulling them apart and kneeling at the foot of the bed. The blonde peppered warm kisses on each thigh, each one getting closer and closer to your already damp heat.

“Steve it’s not fair to y-” you cut yourself off with a moan as he pressed a kiss to your clit. Your hands wound in his hair as he started licking warm strips from your entrance to your clit “You taste so good honey, even better than I could’ve ever imagined” he mumbled against your pussy.

“Steve, I want you inside of me, please” you pleaded, desperate to have his cock inside of you. Steve crawled back up your body, he took his cock in his hand rubbing it through your folds before he pushed himself in.

Both of you let out gasps at the feeling of Steve inside of you for the first time, your hands grasped onto his sides as you waited for the slight stretching feeling to subside. Being with Steve was a whole new experience, completely unknown but oh so good. He planted soft kisses all over your face as you felt yourself begin to relax “I’m gonna move now sweetheart okay?” You nodded

Steve started out slow, interlocking your fingers on the pillow beside your head as he began to rock his hips back and forth “God you feel amazing” he breathed. It was erotic really, the way he moved. The deep pants, the way he made eye contact with you as he pushed you repeatedly into the soft mattress. It gave you a feeling similar to what you thought being high was like.

He slipped a hand underneath you and cradled your head closer as he began to move faster, now starting to help you chase your orgasms. Your hands dug further into his sides as you rested your chin on his shoulder, panting and moaning into his ear.

You could taste the saltiness of his sweat as you kissed his neck “I’m almost there Stevie” you whispered into his ear and you felt him shudder as you spoke. “Me too baby, just a little bit more”

He angled his hips and started to hit that spot inside of you just right. It felt like the wind got knocked out of you as he began hitting it over and over again, you felt Steve’s cock twitch inside of you as you clenched around him. “Steve I-“ you cut yourself off trying to catch your breath “Let go for me y/n, I’ve got you” all it took after that was one deep thrust and you were releasing all over his cock, clenching around him and scratching down his back.

Steve grunted at the feeling of you cumming and squeezing his cock, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth fell slightly open as he began to get closer to his own orgasm. You clenched around him again as you came down, wanting to help him cum himself. You pressed your lips to his neck as his thrusts started to get sloppier and needier “It’s your turn love, cum for me, I know you're almost there” you whispered in his ear again.

Steve gave one last hard thrust and was cumming inside of you, you closed your eyes and relished the feeling of the warmth he gave you. You rested a hand in his now sweaty hair and kissed his temple as he panted into your neck. Steve pulled back to look at you, the sight of you underneath him and slightly sweaty made him fall in love with you even more.

He slowly pulled out, holding back a groan at the sight of his cum spilling out of you, before getting a washcloth and gingerly cleaning up your sensitive pussy. Steve helped you into one of his clean shirts and a fresh pair of underwear before pulling new boxers onto himself.

The large man tugged you into his chest as he laid down, pulling the sheets over the two of you. “That was even better than I thought it would be” you admitted as you rubbed your fingers over his bare chest. “It was amazing y/n, I’m glad we waited. Tonight was perfect”

“It very much was” you yawned out. Steve smiled and tugged you closer “Get some sleep doll” he looked down at you and he pressed a kiss to your forehead before turning the lamp off.

Super Soldiers

pairings: bucky barnes x female!reader steve rogers x female!reader

word count: 1295

warnings: sexual content 18+ (IF YOU ARE A MINOR DNI) threesome, choking kink, dom!bucky, dom!steve, explicit language, kinda sexual slow burn

again if you are under the age of 18 please do not read as this is purely for sexual purposes.

and as always please do not copy or repost my work in any way without my consent.

(NOT MY GIF)

“Well doll, would you look at you, so pretty all sprawled out for us like that” a deep voice said, a second after you could feel metal fingers run over your bottom lip as you whimpered. “Doesn’t she Stevie?” Bucky adressed the other soldier in the room.

“Shes absolutely gorgeous, Buck” in the dark room you could hear his footsteps getting closer to the bed. The tall blonde ran his hand from your ankle, all the way up to your chest. His eyes on your face as he traced his thumb repeatedly over the now hard bud, making your back arch.

You let out a moan before Steve moved his hand up to the collum just below your throat “please” you whispered, he swallowed at the sound of you so wrecked for him, then he allowed his fingers to curl around your throat and apply just the right amount of pressure.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you felt the delicious feel of his hand on your throat. He leaned down, pressing his warm lips to yours and you moaned into his mouth as your hand flew up to a head of short hair. “Steve” you moaned against his mouth.

As the kiss began to get more heated, Steve slowly pushed you back on the bed. As his lips started on your neck you heard a low groan from beside the bed. You turned your head to the side and saw that at some point, Bucky had pulled up a chair and was watching you and Steve for a bit before joining in.

Your eyes closed as you felt the bed shift and then a second pair of lips on your neck, Steve trailed back up and captured your lips in his as Bucky trailed down your body. The soldier took his sweet time peppering kisses along your stomach and tighs, down your legs and back up again. You squirmed at the feeling of Bucky’s hot kisses on your bare skin and that fact alone made his cock twitch in his pants.

Steve kissed your forehead and shushed you, telling you that you’d just have to be patient. And in that moment the brunette soldier dropped his head between your legs, licking, sucking, biting, you name it, that man was doing it to you.

You threw your head back and let out a loud moan at the relief of his hot tounge on your sweet pussy. Steve shuffled down the bed and the men shifted so he could fit. He added a thick finger in as Bucky lapped at your clit. As the pleasure washed over you in waves, you weaved a hand in each man’s hair, tugging and pulling trying to get as close to them as possible.

You could feel yourself getting closer to your peak as Steve added another finger inside of you, Steve knew it too when he felt you clenching around his fingers. Bucky sucked your sensitive clit into his mouth and you started to teter on the edge. “You wanna cum don’t you sweetheart? It’s okay, let go for us honey”

Bucky hummed, sending vibrations throughout your body and right as you were about to cum, he reached up and wrapped his right hand around your throat. You grabbed onto his wrist as you came hard all over Steves fingers.

Steve cooed and worked you through your high. Bucky pulled away and replaced his tounge with his metal fingers working your swollen clit, the sudden cool feel of it made you jump “there you go doll, such a good girl” Bucky praised as you came down, breathing uneven and heavy.

You hummed, eyes half closed and heavy. As your eyes closed all the way, you felt a hand on your cheek “wake up doll, we’re not done with you just yet” you peeked at the two super soldiers “there she is” Bucky teased.

“We want you to cum at least one more time for us okay, sweetheart” Steve whispered in your ear sending a rush of blood down to your core. Steve turned you so you were on all fours. You could hear the sound of two belts hitting to floor, one after the other. Bucky slid underneath you, cock very erect and tip slightly purple.

Steve kneeled behind you and pressed a few kisses to your back, he rubbed his cock through your lips getting his cock slick. Bucky pressed a kiss to your throat as he pumped his cock a few times. “Ready doll?” you nodded frantically, body already trembling in anticipation.

Both men pushed into you at the same time, groans coming from all three of you at the feeling. “mm so damn wet” bucky groaned. They stilled to let you adjust to their sizes, the stretching feeling a little painful but you loved it all the same. After a minute you could feel your body relax, the needy feeling coming back. “Move, please” you groaned.

“That feel good sweetheart?” he panted into your ear, your eyes fluttered closed and you could feel Buckys eyes on you. Your brain so foggy, you forgot to answer Steves question. Bucky grunted underneath you giving a particulary hard thrust “Steve asked you a question doll”

“Yes, yes it does, it feels so good steve please” Steve chuckled before he began to rub harder, tighter circles on your clit. One of Bucky’s hands came up to your chest and squeezed your breast, rubbing his thumb over your nipple.

You could feel the familiar feeling bubble up in your abdomen at all the stimulation, and Bucky and Steve could feel it too. “You gonna cum baby? C’mon i know you can do it, cum all over our cocks” Bucky rasped from below you “Be a good girl doll, let it all go” Steve chimed.

One of your hands flew to Bucky’s shoulder and the other grasped Steves hand on your hip tightly as you came on the super soldiers cock, moaning and trembling as you clenched around both of them. “So good, gonna cum inside of you honey” Steve grunted, thrusting faster “me too” Bucky panted.

After a few minutes of very hot panting and grunts from the two super soldiers, they both came, cocks twitching and spilling inside of you, countless praises spilling from their mouths “Oh god yes, honey” another groan “fuck, feels so good doll, god your so beautiful” the three of you stayed like that for a few minutes catching your breaths.

Steve planted another kiss to your back before he lifted himself up and pulled out of you, Bucky following a second after. He helped you off of him and onto your back as Steve went to the bathroom. He came back with two washcloths and handed one to Bucky, kissing your cheek as he cleaned you off.

Steve joined you two back in bed and helped Bucky pull the sheets over you three as you were already starting to drift off. “You okay doll?” the brunette asked softly, you nodded “more than okay Buck” The two men laughed “I think we should do this way more often” Bucky said

“Buck, we do this a few nights a week”

“Whatever, punk”

Monstertober Day 7:

Shrine built of lies

Pairing: Occultist!Stucky x Victim!/captured!Reader

Warnings: Non con!!!, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Death, reader is a sacrifice, knife play?, mentions of blood, public sex, voyeurism, humiliation, implied cult, mystery demon, choking, blood kink, Dark!Stucky, p in v, oral (male receiving) , spitting in readers mouth, dacryphilia, manipulation, betrayal of trust

Nicknames: Doll, Dove

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: Who do you guys think the mysterious demon is? It’ll be revealed tomorrow 😏 and I may make a sequel of this featuring the aftermath and this particular demon 😈

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫༺

From behind your eyelids you can feel a blaring light on your face, your body is uncomfortably warm; sweat rolling down your temple, your clothes damp—sticking to your body almost as if it was a summer afternoon, but it was October. Your mouth feels as if it’s stuffed with cotton wool—you move your tongue around and swallow to generate saliva, but a painful ache radiates in your throat as you do. There’s a mass of indistinct mumbling, so intune that it’s like the thrumming of a hive of bees. You keep your eyes closed, moving your hand across the cool stone feeling a smooth, waxy residue as you soak up the coolness. You don’t remember falling asleep and you definitely weren’t in your house, you think you must have fallen asleep during your lunch break.

Sluggishly you open your heavy eyelids, squinting as the light dominates your vision. Slowly you adjust, opening your eyes fully and you let your eyes wander around you. You’re surrounded by people in black robes, they’re hanging over you; they’re black hoods covering their face as they chant. You’re surrounded by heaps of long, white pillar candles, the hot wax dripping onto the stone slab you were laid on. You try to move your arm but the jangle of a chain pauses your movements, the copper scent of your own blood reaches your nose; your wrists are rubbed raw from you moving in your sleep. The people stop chanting and begin to shuffle away from you, moving as if they are all sewed together—so synchronised that it’s horrifying. As they move away you can see more of your surroundings. Intricately carved, Chalky, white pillars decorated with crooked crosses and dripping taper candles. You were in a cathedral, facing the massive wooden doors. The people at your feet began to part, allowing you to see two men approaching briskly. Their black robes more ornate than the others; decorated with silver and red embroidery, jewels and rosaries. At the bottom of the altar they split, one going to your left, the other going to your right. They pushback their hoods allowing you to see their faces, your eyes go wide.

“Hiya, Doll.” Bucky’s familiar smooth Brooklyn accent reaches your ears, and even though you’re chained to an altar, in clothes that are not your own and he and Steve are more than likely responsible. Your face burns and you begin to tingle, your hole fluttering in response to his voice.

“Did you have a nice nap, Dove? You made our coffees just how we like them, you were so preoccupied that you didn’t even notice Buck slipping something into your own drink.”

They were responsible.

You knew they were, but hearing Steve confess made the betrayal sting just a bit more. As if they were twisting the knives they’d both stabbed in your back. You had made these two coffee everyday for almost two months straight, you got to know about their childhoods; how Bucky used to protect Steve when he was scrawny and used to get into street fights, you learnt they joined the military together and now they lived together. You trusted them. They were the favourite part of your shift and now they've betrayed you. The guilt took the form of a lump in your throat as tears brimmed your eyes. You thought they liked you, you thought they were flirting with you—that they wanted you to be a part of their lives. Tears rolled down your burning cheeks “Don’t cry, Doll, you’re safe. You’re with us Steve and Bucky, history professor and personal trainer. That’s the lie we told you wasn’t it? Or was that the last one?”

“Aw Buck, look at her. Her whole world’s fallin’ apart. Be gentle with her, or don’t it’ll be more fun if you’re not.” This Steve was completely different from the bashful, kind man who frequented the coffee shop you worked at. They both were, they were completely different, the dichotomy was terrifying. The fact they had both been so deceitful and created completely alternate personalities just to be able to kidnap and kill you for some freaky cult made the anguish inside you boil into indignation.

“What the fuck is going on!?” You screeched the venom left from their treachery laced in your words.

Bucky slaps you harshly across the face “Don’t use that type of language. Doll. It’s not ladylike, and it’s especially inappropriate in this place of worship. This is a sacred place for the Holy Army of Hydra. We didn’t lie completely, after all we were in the army and now we’re in a different kind of army.”

One of the cloaked followers breaks from the line and scuttles over to Steve, whispering into his ear “Bucky, it’s almost time. We need to start the ceremony soon, or it’ll be too late.”

“What ceremony?”

“That's why you’re here, Doll, you’re our virgin sacrifice that we’re going to corrupt and then offer to our Lord.” Your mouth hung open as you stared at him wide eyed in disbelief. Bucky stroked his rough knuckles against your soft cheek as he shushed you “Shhh, there’s no need to be scared, Doll. You’re gonna be helping us and you’ll feel so much pleasure before we end your pathetic, meaningless little life. All you did with your life was make coffees for minimum wage, you won’t miss livin’ much.” His honeyed words only made your eyes leak more, he gave you a twisted smile as you began to sniffle your tears turning into full on sobs “Keep going you're makin me harder. I love it when they cry.”

“You’re so pretty when you cry, little Dove. I just wanna hit you more. Maybe strangle you, watch you choke on your own congealed spit and tears.” You shied away from his touch as he reached for your neck, but you couldn’t go far thanks to your restraints “Just one of my hands fits around your entire neck” he gave a little squeeze, smirking as you coughed and then he flashed the warm smile he gave you when he first entered the coffee shop two month prior. The smile that made you instantly fall in love with him, the smile you saw in your dream when you imagined your future with them both. He gave you that smile and tightened his grip, they both laughed as you flailed your arms about—trying to reach him to get him to stop, as you began to choke feeling all the oxygen quickly drain from your lungs. You were gasping for air like a fish out of water and then he let go “Breathe. You’re gonna need it, Dove.”

“And Now loyal followers! We will begin the ritual, close the circle around us. Don’t let go of each other's hands or you’ll make our Lord angry, so no matter what you must hold hands and not break the chant. Begin.”

Bucky ran his hand across the smooth surface of the altar as strode to where your feet were. He climbed on to it, using his strength to bend your legs at the knee, even despite your resistance, and positioned himself between your legs. The white chemise bunch at your hips leaving your bare pussy on display for all to see. “You’re dripping for us, Doll. Do you like being watched? Do you like being captured and held against your will? Does the prospect of being released from the painful existence of this mortal coil excite you?” You furiously shook your head, biting on your lip to suppress a whimper as he ran a hot finger through your folds “Your body is honest, why aren’t you?” He held out his slick covered fingers to Steve and he gladly took them into his mouth.

“So tasty, Dove.” He praised, turning your head on its side to face him “Open your mouth, suck me off. No teeth.” Hesitantly you opened your mouth, Steve slapped his dick against your cheek leaving sticky precum on your in it’s wake before shoving his full length down your throat. You gaged around him, making your throat restrict around him; you could feel every single vein on his shaft and you felt it twitch as you gagged again. Steve groaned in response, taking a handful of your hair as leverage as he abused your throat.

The pain in your jaw was overridden by the blistering ache of Bucky’s thick dick splitting you open. You choked as you tried to scream, digging your nails into Steve’s thigh till you drew blood. The action only made him quicken his thrusts.

“Fuckkk. She feels like silk, Stevie”

Steve swiftly pulled his member out of your mouth and walked over to the end of the altar behind Bucky, his throbbing, wet dick bobbing against his pelvis as he walked. “Change position, I want to feel you around me.” Steve orders, the dominance in his words making the man tearing you apart bite his lip. He complied, shifting his position of being crouched on his knees, to him placing one hand next to your head and using the other to drag your legs around his hips; so he could still thrust into you whilst presenting himself to the approaching blonde. Steve crawled behind him kneeling down, he spat on his fingers and smeared it on Bucky’s clenching rosebud, giving Bucky the care and gentleness that the brunette had skipped over before he shoved himself inside you. “That’s it, open up for me Buck. You’re always so tight when I fuck whilst you’re getting your cock squeezed.” Bucky choked out a moan as Steve scissored his fingers, his thrusts stopped momentarily when Steve slipped inside.

His fist next to your head pounded into the hard stone of the altar as he let out a low moan “God, Steve…F-feels great. She’s really squeezing now, do you like watching Steve fuck me, you little pervert?” His tittering was cut short as Steve began to thrust, making his hips involuntarily move in tandem. The chant of the cultist faded to white noise as pain eventually became pleasure. Bucky’s thrust became less brutal and more loving as Steve thrusted into him slowly and rhythmically, his hands caressing Bucky’s body over the robe. A pleasurable heat swept through you, your clit tingling as Bucky puffed warm breathes down onto you “Get lost in the pleasure, it’s not so bad after all is it.”

“I-I h-hate you.” You whined as the head of Bucky’s cock nudge against the sweet spot inside you. Your mouth opened in a silent wail and Bucky spat into your open mouth.

“Swallow my spit. Be- ah Be grateful.” He scowled at you as he waited expectantly, you did as he said swallowing down his spit “Such a good Doll.” He cooed, his praise made you keen and tighten. Bucky slammed into you brutally, chuckling at your yelp. You were so embarrassed, but God if it didn’t feel good. You had completely forgotten about the circle of chanting people surrounding you. The only thing that existed right now was Bucky, Steve and the pleasure they were drawing from you.

“cummming! Gonna cum!” You exclaimed feeling the heated tingle in your lower belly becoming unbearable.

“Cum. Do it. Make Buck cum, so he can make me cum.” Steve’s deep commanding voice was the final push you needed for your eyes to roll back into your head and your pussy to constrict around Bucky making him cum with a whimpered fuck, pouring so much of his hot cum into you that it began to leak from adding to the puddle of your juices below your hips. Steve wasn’t far behind; forcing Bucky back into his hips with such force you thought he’d dislocate his hip as he came.

Your vision slowly returned, and just as you were no longer seeing only white, from seemingly nowhere Bucky pulled out a highly decorated, sharp dagger and carved a heart into your chest. You yanked at your restraints screaming like a banshee as the knife cut through your flesh, the agony only intensified when Bucky dipped his head and sucked at the fresh wound. He pulled away, licking the blood from his lips, as if it were simply red wine. Steve leaned over towards Bucky, capturing his blood stained lips in a passionate kiss. Moaning as the metallic taste of your blood entered his mouth, his scar littered hands take hold of the dark fabric of Bucky’s robe pulling him closer so he can devour Bucky’s lips; his tongue searching for traces of your blood whilst entangled with Bucky’s. Steve breaks the kiss, leaving Buck a panting mess on top of you, and he dips his head down to the incision Bucky made over your heart sucking blood from the leaking wound like a starved animal making you scream as he pulls at the damaged skin with his teeth. Bucky cards his fingers through Steve’s golden hair as he feasts “That’s it Stevie drink your fill, she tastes so delectable doesn’t she?” Steve hums in response sending vibrations through the throbbing cut making you squeal “You need to stop so she doesn’t pass out before the ritual is complete.” He tries to remove Steve but he growls at Bucky giving him a dark, animalistic scowl as he digs his nails into the skin of your arm “Punk. I said let go.” Bucky yanks his hair making Steve stop and come up from your chest, his face smeared with your blood.

“I’m hungry, Buck. Her blood is so fucking good. I’m hard again.” He mumbles, taking his hard cock into his hand and pumping it.

Bucky slips off the altar and pulls Steve close, running his tongue across Steve’s bloodied cheek and then starts sucking your blood out of his beard; whilst rubbing the pad of his thumb across the slit of Steve’s dick. “They’ll be time to feast on her more later…and take care of other things, but right now we need to complete the ritual. Practice patience, like the Lord commands.” They parted ways again, both returning to their respective places—Bucky on your left, Steve on your right. They both took hold of the dagger, raising it high so the warm light of the candles cast fragments of light around the cathedral

“Please! No! Please!” You cry, whimpering as you try to curl your body away from the path of the knife.

“May our Lord receive our offering.” They both chant, plunge the knife into your throat. Steve immediately lets go, but Bucky pulls out the knife and makes a slit horizontally across your neck. Blood spurts in streams from your neck, like an elegant fountain in a town plaza. The men chanting raise their heads and push back their hoods—moving in unison. They all collect some of your blood onto their fingers and draw a symbol on their foreheads “May our lord receive our offering.” They drone simultaneously. A cold rush of air blows through the cathedral, all the candles blow out leaving them in utter darkness.

“James. What’s going on?” Steve’s voice quivers as he asks, turning his face towards Bucky to try and look into his eyes from comfort. It was impossible to see.

“I don’t know. Steven. None of this shit is meant to be real.” He spat, nerves sending a wave of goosebumps across his skin. His hand sought for Steve’s, entwining his fingers with his for some security. He knew Steve was going to be pissed at him, he thought it was all real after all. It was meant to be fake and only Bucky was meant to know that.

Steve opened his mouth to speak but a booming voice began “Your Lord has arrived. I thank you for the gifts, but I think I want a few more. Maybe all of your souls will suffice.”

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Monstertober Day 5:

The empty sarcophagus𓂀

Pairing: Mummy!Steve Rogers x Reader x Jackal!Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Dub con, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, asphyxiation/ choking, scratching, marking/biting, mentions of blood, threesome, Stucky x Reader

Nicknames: Puppy, Pup, Scarab

Word count: 2.4K

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫༺

Watery sunlight from the alternative entrance of the tomb falls down onto the golden sarcophagus, brightening, waning and brightening again. You arrived early enough that it's still cold, you wanted to avoid the midday heat and its blinding, orangey light that followed; you wanted to relax in the bluish grey light, the chill of the air and the absence of people scuttling around like little ants, occupying every square inch of the tomb, searching for secrets, for riches. It was stifling, suffocating; the smell of warm, sweaty people.

You entered into the sliver of sunlight, relishing in the tepid heat that faded and intensified like the ocean lapping at the shore. The golden sarcophagus in front of you was captivating, you ran your hand across the beaten gold covering the wooden coffin letting your hand linger on the brilliant coloured glass and semi-precious stones, fingering each of them in their imperfect rows; following their designs—the story of the inhabitants life. This was just the outer layer of the sarcophagus, next to it was a much heavier coffin, believed to be made of solid gold, that your team had struggled extracting from the initial layer. You moved over to it, more light was seeping in from the entrance now; the golden coffin glimmered, the lapis lazuli, agate, carnelian, amethyst and variscite inlaid on the tomb looked truly beautiful in the soft glow of the rising sun. Ever so gently you brushed your fingers across the side of the coffin, following the curve. You lifted the lid, inching it slowly open and pushing it to the side. It was empty. You could see all the inscriptions, the story of the inhabitants' entire life, but the actual mummy was gone. A frantically carved inscription was raggedly scratched into the bottom of the tomb, your eyes narrowed, your brain burning as you translated it “Cursed be those who enter my tomb...Those that break the seal of this tomb will meet their end by me. I shall seize their neck and cast fear of myself into them…Death will be upon them.” You bit your lip, removing your shaking hands from the edge of the sarcophagus and stepping backwards on trembling legs “Just a mummy’s curse, nothing too bad that’s normal. It’s going to be fine.” You soothed yourself, taking a deep breath in. Your panic was reignited when you realised “Where the fuck is the mummy?” A thin piece of fabric wrapped around your neck and you pulled backwards harshly, falling to the ground. Your hands flew to the fabric constricting your neck scratching at it, trying to distance it from your throat as it choked you, spittle flying from your mouth as you threw your head back to see who was dragging you. It was too dark.

Your vision adjusted as you were dragged into a room lit by rushlight candles, a dusty table was in the center dotted with canopic jars. The dragging stopped as did the choking, the fabric slipped away from its place around your throat; and you began sucking air back into your lungs as you swiveled your head to see who had almost asphyxiated you. You found the missing mummy. He towered over you, his atavistic linen wrapping falling off of him, exposing areas of his ancient, brown-tinged body. His face was fully visible—it was in almost perfect condition, minus a small laceration on the side of his head—defined cheekbones, a trimmed beard and piercing eyes like polished chrysocolla. He was handsome for a mummy, that thought was quickly replaced by a myriad of questions. You slowly got to your feet, putting your arms in front of yourself protectively “Scarab…” He uttered in a drawling tone.

“Scarab? No, wait, How are you even alive?” You questioned an incredulous expression distorting your features.

“That would be because of me, Pup.” A disembodied voice admitted. You turned around to try and see the other man, squinting and staring into the shadowed parts of the tomb. Then there was movement in the darkness “Over here,” He stepped into the light of the rushlight waving one of his hands that was partly paw; his hand was deep black with pads on his fingers and palm, “Hi.”

“Anubis?” Your voice tremored, you stumbled backwards bumping into the mummy behind you. His arms pulled you into him, settling you against his chest “Get off of me!” You struggled against his grip. The smell of decaying flesh reaching your nose makes you gag.

The Jackal stalked closer “Not quite, I’m Bucky a servant of Anubis and behind you is Steve; once an extremely important attendant and warrior for the pharaoh, now he is a mummy which I reanimated.” Bucky caressed your face with his cold dog-like palm, stroking across your cheek with his thumb—the long claw-like nail just about missed your eye. “You're going to be punished for opening the tomb, Pup, isn’t she Stevie?” Steve simply grunted in response, rubbing his crotch into your ass. You attempted to wriggle out of his grip but Bucky caged you in, his hands wandering down your body caressing your waist and hips. Below the thin material of his loincloth you could see his cock get harder, lifting the fabric as it did. His hands trailed back up to your tits, giving them a squeeze before he used one his sharp nails to tear open your blouse and bra. His chilly hands tweaked your nipples, his claws cutting into your skin as he pinched, you gasped trying to pull away from his touch.

Bucky’s other hand moved down to your shorts, undoing the buttons and tugging them down to your feet along with you underwear “I can smell you, little Puppy, there’s no point in trying to get away so you should at least have some fun or we’ll give you a truly terrible curse.” His voice was low and threatening, eyes narrowed and dark as he relished in the fear present in your tear reddened eyes. Bucky goes down on his knees, carefully helping you out of your shorts and tossing them across the embalming room. He placed one of your legs over his shoulder, liking his lips at the sight of your wet pussy. “So wet for us, Pup, do you secretly like being shared by two people? Do you like us taking you against your will?” You whined in response turning your head away to stare at the ancient walls, one of Steve’s hands seized your face pulling you into a kiss. His mouth was cold and tasted bitter. You scrunch your nose as he deepened the kiss, then you felt Bucky slide his long tongue inside of; the hot, wet muscle filled you so well, attacking the sweet spot inside you as the bridge of his nose rubbed against your sensitive clit. You writhed in the mummies grasp, your hands clenching and unclenching frantically—you were desperate to bury your hands in Bucky’s curls; to feel his long velvety ears and run the silky inside between your thumb and index finger. You could feel heat building in you belly as Bucky removed his tongue from your eager hole and began to suck and tease your bud, Steves kisses simply added to the sensation you head growing fuzzy from the stimulation which only intensified when Steve released your face from his hold and satiated the burning need of your clenching hole by roughly shoving two of his fingers inside you.

You pulled away from the intense kiss, slamming your head into his broad shoulder as you let out a breathy moan. “Feel good…Khepri- Scarab?” Steve probed, nibbling at your ear.

“Yes!” You whined, prying a hand from his grasp and digging your hand into Bucky’s soft hair, grinding your hips into his face trying to chase your release. He pulled away, lips red, his chin shining with spit and your slick “So close” you sobbed playing with his charcoal ears, fiddling with the golden piercing. Bucky’s large tongue licked across your inner thigh, you heard him let out a low chuckle before he sunk his teeth into the soft flesh. You hissed, slamming the back of his head with your fists. He released the area he’d bitten, slurping at the blood dripping down your thigh.

“You’re going to let Stevie fuck you arent you, Scarab?”

“I call her Scarab, my Scarab.” Steve grunted, tightening his hold on you so much so that you thought your wrist would snap, you could feel the bruises already forming as he strangled your wrists. You squeaked as he tugged you closer, his hard dick pressing on to your back, dripping precum “Saw her first. Like Khepri…appeared from nowhere, Scarab special. Mine.”

“Steve, you need to learn how to share. She can be both of ours, my Puppy, your Scarab. Okay?” Bucky kneads Steve’s shoulders soothingly.

“Fine. Scarab, up.” Steve picked you up, carrying you over to the table brushing his arm across it knocking the fragile canopic jars to the floor causing them to shatter. He lays you on your back on the dusty stone table; he pulled your hips closer to the edge. Staring into your eyes as he ran his red, leaking, mushroom head through your folds. You whimpered as he teased you, copying what he’d seen Bucky do earlier and playing with your puffy clit. With a single thrust he shoved himself fully inside, his dick crashing against your cervix almost painfully as he tried to fit all of his length in, giving shallow thrust to try get it all the way. A painful sting tore through you as your pussy tried to grow accustomed to the size of his girth shaft, Steve's eyebrows knitted together in frustration.

Bucky grazed his hand across Steve’s arm gently “It’s not gonna fit all the way. Remember what I told you? You’re big.” The jackal chuckled at Steve’s pout and his grumbling “He’s big isn’t he, Puppy? Too big. Try to breathe. Now turn your head to the side, Steve’s not gonna be the only one having fun.” You don’t know why, but you obeyed him; turning your head so your cheek rested against the cool stone. When you turned you were met with Bucky’s cock, he’d taken off his loin cloth and now you could fully see it. It was long, thick (not as thick as Steves), with a purple vein running from the base all the way to the tip and a golden piercing through the head, matching the ones in his ears. A bead of precum dripped from the head and he smeared it across your lips. A devious smile stretching across his lips “Open up. Don’t even think about biting it or I’ll pull out all your teeth and put them in one of the canopic jars.” He lowered his voice an octave as he threatened you. Steve stopped his thrusts giving Bucky a disapproving glare.

“Don’t threaten Scarab.” He growled, making Bucky’s ears pull backwards, he nodded, looking like a puppy that just got caught chewing something they weren’t supposed to, you snickered shooting a smile at him. Your smile soon faded as Bucky’s heady scent filled your nostrils; he sheathed the full length of his veiny cock in your mouth. You could feel the head of his dick brush uncomfortably against the walls of your throat. You gaged a bit and he rasped out a moan in response “that’s it, choke on it, Puppy.” You claw at his thick, hair thighs with your nails pushing yourself off of him, saliva leaking down your chin as you glare at him with teary eyes. He tangles his fingers in your hair and begins pounding into you, disregarding your muffled pleas for him to slow down “this is a punishment after all, Pup. Can’t be too nice.”

“Scarab feels good, s-so warm.” Steve moaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoing throughout the room.

“I won't deny that she’s warm, but it’s also because you’re extremely cold, big guy.” Bucky used his free hand to play with your nipples, circling the hardened nub with his claw “Gonna make pleasure and pain indistinguishable for you.” Buck snarled, dragging his claws across your rib cage as he rammed his dick down your throat. Your jaw ached and mild prickling from the tiny incisions made you clench around Steve. You felt so full, your brain growing hazy as a pleasurable heat spread across your lower back.You tried to close your legs around Steve as the tingling inside you grew “She’s close. Come for us, Puppy!” He demanded quickening his thrusts in an attempt to catch up to both you and Steve. Your eyes flickered upwards towards the mummy above you. His face was flushed, mouth wide open, tears in his eyes as his brutal pace continued—the sight was enough to send you over the edge.

The sounds of Steve and Bucky’s moans cut into white noise as the coil tightening within your lower abdomen finally snapped, making your eyes roll back into your head as your pussy tensed around Steve's pulsing dick. His fingers dug into your hips as he came with a violent thrust and a gravelly grunt. Your eyes burned as Bucky’s held your face flush against his pelvis as let all of his seed flow down your throat. Bucky slipped his cock out of your mouth, the ache within your jaw finally dissipated. Begrudgingly Steve weakened his hold on your hips, whining as he slowly pulled out of you. Groggily you lifted your wrist, reading your watch—it was almost eight in the morning. The team was going to be here soon. Shakily you got to your feet, searching for your shorts that Bucky had tossed. The Jackal grabbed your arm. “I need to go, the research team is going to be here soon.”

“Oh sweet little Puppy, you’re not leaving. You’re coming with us, back to the underworld.” Bucky cooed, you felt two large hands seize your throat and squeeze, constricting your throat in his murderous grip. You fought for air, kicking at Steve's legs with your feet as he lifted you off the ground with his strong beefy arms, even below the bandaged you could see the muscles in his arms tense and his veins bulging as he used all his strength to clutch your throat. Darkness bordered your vision as the air drained from your lungs; your floundering and thrashing became more violent, you could feel the adrenaline leaving your body that was slowly growing slack “Shhh, death isn’t scary. It’s fun. You’ll travel through Duat on Ra’s boat, consult with Oris, meet master Anubis and then we can spend eternity together in the stars. Sleep now, Puppy, and when you wake we’ll begin our journey, together.”

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Welcome to

Monstertober

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It’s everyone’s favourite time of the year, Halloween season which means monster fucking time

This year I’ll be participating in Monstertober, but my own version that’s more spaced out so I have time to do what I need to do and get this out for you guys.

Everything in this series is Dark!, no fluff, gentleness or consent in sight. As as result of this READ THESE AT YOUR OWN RISK YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME. My blog is 18+ you have been warned.

Most of these fics constitute as: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

As they are uploaded links will be added

Tag list 🎀

The Lineup:

🎃Day 1 - 1st October

Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Dub con, Beastiality, Dead dove: Do not eat, chasing, sex in a forest, scratching, biting, belly bulge, angst, near death, dacryphilia, bruises (not the kinky kind), begging (for him to stop), apologetic!bucky, beefy!bucky, lumberjack!bucky

🎃Day 2 - 5th October

Orc! Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: Non con→Dub con, Dead dove: Do not eat, insults/degrading language, forced breeding, forced impregnation, drastic size difference, belly bulge, blood mention, virgin!reader, hair pulling, cowgirl→mating press, dacryphilia, dark!bucky, threat of violence

🎃Day 3 - 12th October

Scarecrow!Ari Levinson x Reader

Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, serious Non con, death, mentions of blood, asphyxiation/choking, bruises (not the kinky kind), Beefy!Ari (6,8ft), size difference, held down, chasing, p in v

🎃Day 4- 16th October

Vampire!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Non con→Dub con, near death, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, dacryphilia, marking/biting, bruises (not the kinky kind), scratching, choking, spiting, making you drink your own blood, utter filth

🎃Day 5 - 19th October

Mummy!Steve Rogers x Reader x Jackal!Bucky

Warnings: Dub con, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, asphyxiation/ choking, scratching, marking/biting, mentions of blood, threesome, Stucky x Reader

🎃 Intermission - 23rd October

Lloyd x Reader: Pumpkin carving Drabble

Warnings: knife play, mostly fluff, reader has sensitive ears, hand kink, scent kink, reader being a brat, marking/ hickeys/ biting, implied smut

🎃Day 6 - 26th October

Swamp monster!/Siren!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Non con, death, Dead dove: do not eat, dark!bucky, beefy!bucky, forced breeding, p in v, anal fingering, sex in a forest, sex near a pond, drowning, marking/biting, mentions of blood, scratching, choking, praise, delusional!Bucky, victim!reader

🎃 intermission - 29th October

Ransom Drysdale x Reader: Cookies Drabble

Warnings: cunnilingus, tooth rotting fluff, baking with Ransom, undertones of power imbalance, Ransom is a bit of a douche, innocent!reader, implied smut

🎃Day 7 - 30th October

Occultist!Stucky x Reader

Warnings: Non con!!!, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Death, reader is a sacrifice, knife play?, mentions of blood, public sex, voyeurism, humiliation, implied cult, mystery demon, choking, blood kink, Dark!Stucky, p in v, oral (male receiving) , spitting in readers mouth, dacryphilia, manipulation, betrayal of trust, psychological + emotional abuse

🎃Day 8 - 31st October

Incubus!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Initial Somnophilia, dub con, kind of rape, insults/degrading language, biting, scratching, marking, mentions of blood, womb tattoo/sigil, dumbification, aphrodisiac, vibrator, p in v, overstimulation, cunnilingus, demon summoning, beefy!bucky, condescending!Bucky, dark!bucky, praise, fluff

Distracting Daddy

(Part 1/2) Taking what you want

CEO!Steve Rogers, Daddy!Steve Rogers

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Ddlg, asphyxiation/choking, oral fixation (thumb sucking), hand kink, scent kink, size kink/ size difference , Daddy, Dom/Sub dynamic, word slut is used (not by Steve), reverse cow girl, uniform/suit kink

Nicknames: Princess, angle, brat, little girl, Baby girl, Daddy

Word count: 3.1k

He’s told you time and time again not to disrupt him whilst he’s on a work call, but this time you can’t help yourself. Seeing your daddy with his fitted dress shirt sleeves rolled up his thick, veiny muscular arms drives you wild and always causes your pussy to tingle. You want to ride him whilst he strangles you with his one of his expensive ties and get lost in the manly, musky scent of his cologne and today you just couldn’t suppress the temptation. You know what awaits you as soon as he finishes his call, but while he’s busy you have his undivided attention.

Part 2 coming soon, if I can stop thinking of more random scenarios for five seconds to be able to write coherently. I have so many drafts T~T

You were bored, well bored was an understatement. Your Daddy had been on one of his ‘Important Daddy business’ phone calls for almost three hours, but it felt like an eternity, he’d promised he wouldn’t be long but he’d lied. He said something about it being an extremely important phone call, one to close a multimillion dollar deal; You didn’t really pay attention to what he said, just the end part where he said he’d be able to buy you so many nice things. You were looking forward to your spending spree, but sitting on your shared California king mattress, tv on low acting as white noise, holding Stevie, your funshine carebear, the absence of your daddy’s touch was killing you, your princess parts ached. Just before the call you had convinced Steve to take a break and fool around with you, your orgasm was so close; his tongue was drawing tight circles on your clit as his long, thick digits massaged that spot inside of you that made your legs twitch and shake. And just as the knot inside of you was beginning to tighten, your head was beginning to cloud and your eyes were rolling back into your head Steve’s ringtone disrupted your pleasure, you begged him not to answer but he said he had to “It’s Stark princess, Bucky will kill me if I don’t close this deal. It’s my work hours anyway, I shouldn’t be doing this with you right now.” He huffed, standing up from his position on his knees. You gave him your best puppy eyes, you even attached yourself to his leg like a koala, but he managed to remove you and slip into his office and answer the call. Once the door was closed you knew it was over, you knew what happened if you went into his office whilst he was on a business call—punishment.

You gave Stevie one last squeeze and rested his head on your pillow, you scooted to the edge of the bed and hopped off your bare feet meeting the pristine, soft square of carpet you stood there relishing in the feeling and preparing yourself for what you were about to do. You strode off the carpet and onto the cool grey wood, you creaked open the bedroom door and looked down the corridor hoping Daddy had finished the work call and was coming to you, he wasn’t. You took one last deep breath collecting every fragment of courage within your little body and walked to his office door, this was the only door in the house that wasn’t a modern slate grey with silver pull handle this door was an aged, sturdy dark teak wood with a golden door knob, and near the top door there was a shiny golden plaque with ‘Study’ engraved on it. This room wasn’t always forbidden, you were allowed in it; just not when Steve was on the phone or had expressed the urgency of a certain piece of work that was due. Now was one of the time you weren’t meant to go in but you were desperate, you were craving him, his scent, his hands, the weight of his body on top of your, his soft hair— You slapped your hands gently against your cheeks you we’re getting distracted you had a mission ‘Distract Daddy’ You grabbed the large golden door knob with you small hand and turned it. It was open!

You slowly inched the door open to see your daddy leaned back in his black leather chesterfield chair, his hand nestled his blonde locks tugging at it, stress presided over his usual smiley face. He was wearing one of your favourite dress shirts, his robin egg blue one that you picked out at the fancy store he took you to—it was tailored to perfection, it displayed his sculpted pecs that you loved to snuggle up to at night and squeezed his brawny arms flawlessly and he paired it with one of his expensive navy ties, you wanted it around your neck to slowly deprive you of oxygen. You slipped into the room and closed the door behind you with a click. Steve’s gaze rose from the paperwork in front of him to meet your wanton stare, he shook his head in return, mouth ‘No’ and removed his hand from his hair to point at the phone that was pressed to his ear “We’ve reviewed the figures, Tony, we believe this deal will be beneficial for us both. The statistics were sent over to Pepper yesterday. They should have been forwarded to you, no and I understand the hesitancy, really I get it.” His eyes remained locked with yours expecting you to leave, but you just sauntered towards him and plopped down in the chair facing him, a devious smile spreading across your face as you swung your legs back and forth like a schoolgirl. His jaw ticked in response, he was already beginning to get angry. It was no secret that your Daddy dislikes Tony Stark, they got on like oil and water, for some reason, but that paired with the disobedience you were displaying was enough for him to start getting agitated—especially when he had no idea what you planned to do “ Let me go get those documents so we can be on the same page, just a moment.” He sets his phone down on the table with a thump and puts his line on mute “Baby girl I’m gonna give you one chance to leave this room before I rain hell down on your poor little bottom. You know the rules, you’re not allowed in Daddy’s office when he’s on a work call.” He warned, his tone edging into an almost growl, but you just smiled.

“I’ll be quiet Daddy, I promise! You’ve been in here for three hours pleaseeee?” You whined shuffling over to his side of the desk and dropping to your knees, you rubbed your head against his midnight blue slacks, you could smell the detergent on them. His warmth seeped through the material onto your cheek and you clasped your hand around his hand dragging it towards your mouth, slipping his thumb in and sucking on it gently letting his blonde hairs tickle the side of your face, your pussy clenched as you remembered the feeling of his fingers inside you bringing you to orgasm, the salty taste of his finger pricked at your tongue. His other fingers stroked your head lovingly

“You gotta be quiet, okay? Pinky promise?” Steve questioned, sceptical about the truth of your promise, you just nodded softly chewing on the digit in your mouth moaning softly.

“Are you still there, Rogers? Are you hiking up Mount Everest for those documents?” Tony’s unamused voice called out, Steve’s attention returned back to his call giving your face intermittent rubs as you sucked on his thumb and snuggled up to his calf. This was nice, your Daddy always ran warm and he was gentle (most of the time) but this isn’t what you came for you wanted your holes filled, you wanted the climax Tony Stark’s stupid business call robbed you of.

Steadily you stood up, Steve stared at you quizzically as you began to clamber into his lap. His face contorted, he looked as if he’d eaten a lemon, his hand that had just been in your mouth gripped the chair's arms rest so harshly you thought he’d rip the leather. You promised to be quiet, not to be still. You sat facing him grinding you hips down on his crotch, you ghosted you hand over his chest, down his arms playing with his arm hair as you came back up to his neck you ran your hands over his freshly shaven face up to his hair which you carded you fingers through attempting to fix the mess his stressful pulling had made then you brought your hands back down to his neck, you caressed his tie with your fingers, drawing random shapes on the the silk before you untied it. Steve threw his head back in annoyance, humming intermittently at whatever Tony was telling him on the phone. He seized one of your thighs, with a bruising grip, in an attempt to keep you still; but this just made you quicken your pace catching your bare clit on his clothes bulge causing you to bite back a moan as the pleasure you had been robbed of began to rise. You scrunched his freshly ironed tie in your hand as you leaned on Steve’s shoulders for support, nipping and sucking at his neck, taking in the smell of his cologne—magnolia and cedar wood— it drove you wild how good he smelt all the time just for you.

Suddenly, Steve’s hand slithered up your body gripping your neck and pushing you back till your spine met his desk. Your eyes met once again, but now his usual kind green eyes were dark and his pupils were shot wide—you’d awakened his dominant side, the card he only pulled when you were getting on his last nerve. You wanted to retreat, but you were still craving his thick cock. Craving how it rubbed all the right places inside you. Craving how with each powerful thrust his tip kissed your cervix, clearing your head of any and all thoughts, you were a slut for his dick and he loved it, just not right now. You grabbed at his arm with both of your hands, you were so small compared to him, he could probably do some damage to you if he really wanted, but Steve was too nice for that and you were going to use that niceness. He pulled you close looking over your shoulder towards his desk, with gritted teeth he began to speak “I’m looking at it. No that’s not correct, the projection was calculated-“ he was cut off by Stark's incessant rambling. You used your chance to unzip his slacks and pull down his boxers, just enough to pull out his hardened cock, Steve hissed in response

You paused for a moment “You okay there?” Stark questioned

“I’m fine, I just kicked the corner of my table. What were you saying about the quarterly?” Steve pinched his nose and sighed

“Maybe you should invest in a bigger desk for your giraffe legs” Stark quipped, you could hear him chuckling at his own joke and you had to bite your tongue to not also laugh at his comment about your daddy having giraffe legs, it was painfully accurate. Maybe Stark wasn’t that bad after all.

“Hardy-har-har.” Steve responded dryly

You took a hold of Steve’s large cock, it always surprised you how he managed to fit inside you. You pressed your pelvis up to his dick, biting your lip when you felt the head touch just below your belly button, you ran your thumb over the weeping head, smearing his pre around his mushroom head. You peered upwards to see Steve’s eyes scrunched tight and his lips pressed together so hard, it looked like he had no lips at all. He began voice shaking “Comparing both of our companies statistics from last year and the start of this year, you can tell that…” he paused. Suppressing a moan as you squeezed his shaft “it would be beneficial for us both, as our earnings are almost equal. But you already know that, Stark.” You shuffled on his lap, turning yourself to face the office door.

Gripping the hard wood table as you rose up on your knees, you ran the head of his cock through your silken folds and then began lowering yourself down. You heard the sound of his thumb smacking the mute button as he let out a husky growl, your walls tightened around his length as you slid further down his length. You gripped the table even tighter “ Daddyyy” you whined, the painful yet pleasurable burn of his thick cock stretching you out made it hard to keep moving, but you continued to take him inside you. Your hand grabbed his tie, which you had thrown down on the desk, and you dangled it behind you “choke me please!” You felt him grab it from you roughly, he began to tie it around your neck tugging at it slightly, depriving you of oxygen briefly to tease you.

His face brushed against your ear, he suckled at the thin skin of your earlobe “I’m going to unmute the phone now. Be quiet and I’ll give you what you want, my naughty little girl.” He demanded playfully, his voice thick with lust, you nodded in agreement and you heard him unmute the phone. You began to move your hips slowly biting down hard on your bottom lip to suppress any moans, in return Steve tugged at the tie around your neck robbing you of air. The feeling was utter ecstasy, you could barely hear Steve talking as you rode him in pure wanton bliss. He loosened the tie, allowing oxygen to flood back into your system, your whole body tingled and the corners of your vision went black for a moment; but you kept rolling your hips back and forth letting your Daddy’s cock rub your sweet spot “no that would be irrelevant, those aren’t the right numbers. I have 75,000 and 90,000 here and a graph with blue and-” once again he was cut off.

“Wait…Excuse me, Rogers, I’ve got the wrong thing in front of me. Give me a minute, let me find it.” You heard Tony sigh, his footsteps getting further from his phone. Steve muted his line again, he pulled at the tie harshly pulling you close to him so your head was on his shoulder

“You’re gonna ride me like your life depends on it, because this call is almost over. And if you don’t cum by the end of it your punishment will be ten times worse, because you would have disrupted me for nothing. Get to riding princess.”

“Yes daddy.” He muttered a ‘good girl’ as you leaned towards the desk, using it as support as you began frantically rising and slamming your hips back down on his lap “Daddy! Please choke me!” You begged as his free hand came down to your clit and began to rub tight circles on the sensitive bud, he yanked the tie once again, spit ran down your chin and tears brimmed your eyes as your lungs emptied of oxygen.

“I found them! They were in the other pile. You still there Rogers?” Tony questioned as he slumped back into his chair.

Steve unmuted the phone “Still here, now then how about the deal? It makes sense to large companies coming together rather than waging war, together we’d have enough combined power to rival Odinsons & co. for more competitive market positions.” He loosened his grip on the tie allowing your to take in some oxygen, your pussy fluttered around him as his fingers diligently teased your clit

“Very true, but if I partnered with Odinsons & co. Then I could take you guys down and you’d no longer be competition, what stopped me from doing that?” You could practically hear the confidence and sass dripping from Starks words

Steve let out a low chuckle “We both know that although Thor is not the sharpest tool in the shed when it comes to negotiating his brother Loki is unmatched, you wouldn’t get a deal as good as we’re offering you and anyway do you really want to deal with Loki?” Steve questioned giving your pussy a light slap, you almost let out a yelp but you muffled it in your shoulder. You were so close, you tugged at the tie in your daddy’s hand and he began to pull. You pressed your hand firmly to your mouth, to silence the moans that were bubbling in your throat, as you began to ride him with newfound need. The coil inside you was tightening, the pleasure in your hips felt unbearably good to the point that it ached.

“Okay your right, you’re right. I’ll sign. Looking at the schedule Barnes forwarded over, you have an afternoon free this coming Thursday. I’ll be there for 1:30 pm and we’ll sign the contracts. Pleasure doing business with you Rogers.”

“No, the pleasure is all mine.” You heard the sound of the call end “isn’t that right baby girl. I can feel it, your pussy tightening your legs shaking. Come for me, do it now and maybe your punishment won’t be that bad.” He let out a grunt as his thrust began to match yours, with one final tug on the tie around your neck you practically screamed as you came, your body shaking, your legs twitching and an electrifying aftershock ran through your clit. Steve pressed your head onto the desk, your warm cheek was cooled by the cold wood which glistened with your saliva and tears. He let out an animalistic grunt, as he snapped his hips a few more times before he came inside you, his warm come spread out inside you. He rocked his hips as he came more, and you felt a warm liquid trickle down your thigh.

Steve’s strong hand pulled your face towards his “What the fuck do you think you’re playing at you little brat. Riding my cock while I’m on an important call, you’re in so much goddamn trouble.” He threatened, his tone was primal, he was looking at you as if you were his prey. Your lip trembled and you diverted your eyes. He made your sensitive pussy ache pleasurably and twitch around him.

“But daddy! You left me right before I could cum I’ve been all tingly ever since and toys don’t feel as good as you. I wanted my daddy.” You whined, jutting out your bottom lip in a pout, as he slipped out of you.

“I know angel, I know,” his hand grazed your cheek tenderly, pushing some hair that had become displaced from your bouncing, “I wanted you too but I was on a really important call. But now that it’s over and my greedy little princess has taken what she’s wanted, you should run and hide. You have as long as it takes me to text Bucky about the meeting to hide before I find you and punish you for that little stunt you just pulled.” He threatened, picking up his phone from the desk.

“But daddy…” you whined turning to face him, his gaze was dark and he had already begun texting.

“Run and hide Princess. Because when I find you, and I will find you, your ass and legs are going to be so sore I’ll be carrying you around for the rest of the week.” Steve snarled, looking up from his phone to stare into your innocent teary eyes. His gaze was dark, he was serious. Without a second thought you took off running, you could hear his raspy chuckle from down the hallway. You were in so much trouble.

Beg me for it

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: oral (male receiving), Oral-fixation, innocent!Steve Rogers, Virgin! Steve Rogers, experienced! Reader but also shy!reader, fem!reader, overstimulation, cock sitting, Cowgirl?, fem!dom, teasing, begging, praise, check-ins, aftercare + fluff

Word count: 2.5k

Brought to you by my brain after the first episode of She-Hulk and a long, steamy convo with my friend at 3am

The show had just finished, the same irritating tune of ‘A star Spangled man with a plan’ had finally died down and Steve had finished his preaching of how ‘by purchasing war bonds you too could do your part to stick it to the Fuhrer’ or whatever bullshit they convinced him would get him his own battalion. It made you sick how they openly exploited him, but it also made you question how naïve he truly was—because if they could convince him that he was truly aiding the war effort by being paraded around like a freakshow, then what could you also convince him to do.

You were pulled from your thoughts by the creaking of the curtain finally descending, once it finally reached the ground you let your fake toothy grin fall and relaxed your posture, relieved you sauntered to the back of the stage “Thank god that’s over.” You hear one of the girls call

“Yeah, I’m craving a smoke. You girls coming?”

They all follow behind the main blonde, but just before she fully exits the door to outside the theatre she turns on her heel “Y/N you coming?” She questions, allowing the rest of the girls to walk past her out the door.

“Oh no I’m fine for now, you lot can go I’m gonna stay here and rest.” You let out an awkward laugh, that is absolutely not what you’re going to do, it couldn’t be further from the truth. The moment you began considering how deep America’s sweethearts naivety truly went it caused ideas to rush through your mind of things you wanted to do to him, things that made heat rise all the way to the tips of your ears. You knew you’d never be able to do them to him but it wouldn’t stop you from enjoying yourself.

“Suit yourself I guess, it’s stuffy in here” she let out a disgruntled sound as Maggie pulled the blue, sequin covered collar from her neck rubbing at the scratched skin below it, “ I swear if this thing doesn’t stop itching me I’m going to fu- Mr Rogers hello.” Her whole demeanour shifted, she went from loud mouthed broad to the shy girl next door in seconds, you were almost impressed. Steve just gave her a nod and a wave and disappeared into his room with a red door and brass star drilled into it, you could tell it was for him because it was the biggest and most decorated room, us girls got a communal room to get ready in, one that had blue paint flaking off it to reveal the sludge green colour that the door used to be.

You sat on the stiff blue sofa, running your hand over the cheap material “this is gonna give me carpet burn on my thighs” you huffed shifting around in an attempt to get comfortable, your mind drifted back to Steve who was now alone in his room. Maybe it was time to attempt to assert dominance, do the opposite of what Maggie did; go from shy show girl to dominatrix and try to snag Steve for yourself. The thought of it made you impossibly embarrassed as you clenched around nothing, but it was now or never you were almost completely alone with him. You stood up quickly and practically ran over to the mirror, touching up your makeup and dousing yourself with perfume to ensure you smelt nice “you can do this. You’re gonna knock on his door and lure him in, it’s going to be great, amazing, even…Sexy.” Flattening down your red and white striped skirt, which was unbelievable short, you took one final deep breath and made your way out of the changing room, down the musty corridor littered with faded posters from previous shows that were slowly peeling from the dirty, smoke covered walls which tinged them a darker brown then they should have been. You could hear the producers in their own room talking, probably playing cards, which meant you had time to enjoy yourself.

You were now face to face with Steve’s deep wine red door, it was perfectly pristine more than likely it had been painted over recently, the bronze star was shined to perfection and had the words ‘TALENT’ in bold, block lettering. Hesitantly you lifted your knuckles to the door, rapping on the wood three times. You heard shuffling and the sound of someone tripping before the door opened, revealing Steve’s towering frame. You were looking at his chiselled chest, which you could easily make out from below the tight white wife beater. You slowly leaned your head back to look up at him and locked eyes with his azure ones that had fleeks of green and blue, they reminded you of sea foam, enchanting. “Hi Y/N, is something wrong?” His soothing modulated voice inquired, your eyes drifted down to his soft, full, pink lips. That’s when you knew you had to do it.

“Can I come in, to talk to you?” You questioned in a husky tone, fluttering your eyelashes against your cheeks and looking up to him as innocently as you could muster, attempting to make yourself seem small and fragile.

“Of course, it’s no problem.” a pinkish tint dusted his cheeks and his toned arm found its way behind his head rubbing at his neck in a soothing motion. He let you pass him and your head flitted around the room, bugged eyed. His room was massive and painted crimson, with a red velvet couch facing the wall to ceiling vanity mirrors, that had a cushioned mahogany chair tucked under the floating table; that mirror was definitely going to be used. You seated yourself on his couch, allowing yourself to sink into the plush cushions and patted the area next to you, Steve strode towards you and sat right where you had instructed. The pinkish tint that had been dusting his cheeks early had made its way to his neck and ears and was deepening to a scarlet “so what did you want to…talk about?” He stuttered unable to look at you, you extended your arm and brushed a hand up and down his forearm leaning towards him. His body turned rigid from your touch.

“Look at me Stevie.” You ordered, allowing a smile to tug at your lips, pressing your arm harder into your chest to make your cleavage more prominent “I want you to look at me, please.” His head turned slowly and he crooned his neck down to look at you, a questioning look in his gaze “I need you. Inside me.” He shuffled away till his hips reached the arm of the soaf, so you did the same, except you only stopped once you were practically sat on his meaty thighs

“We can’t do that Y/N, I can’t..” you lifted your eyes to peer into his, moving your hand from his muscular forearm to his jaw that clenched under your touch, his face was scalding, his embarrassment apparent. This was intoxicating.

You brought your other hand to his other cheek and pulled his face towards you, he could have resisted but he was obedient, how useful.

“Why can’t you Stevie? Are you perhaps a virgin?” His tongue jutted out of his mouth and licked his plump lips nervously “You are! Aren’t you!” You gasped in a falsely scandalised voice, you weren’t surprised in the slightest but you wanted his embarrassment to grow and fester, you wanted him to be putty beneath you.

“I haven’t had time…I’m sorry I can’t.” He shifted below you, turning his face

“I can help you. I can be your first, let me pop your cherry, my sweet soldier.” You whispered seductively in his ear caressing the shell of his ear with your nose, slipping one of your hands from one of his cheeks down to his clothed crotch, your hand caressing the area through his washed blue denim Levi’s. A tent began to form “You’re rearing to go down here.” You climbed further on to his lap till you were sat on his growing erection, the blonde tried in vain to bite back a moan. You ground down into his lap determined to hear that sweet thigh clenching sound again, you moaned out his name rubbing your head into his neck, nipping at his bobbing Adam’s apple.

“Please let’s do it.”

“Do what Stevie? You have to say it, tell me what you want, beg me for it.” You breathe

“Fuck me. Please ah.” he begged letting out an uncharacteristically high pitched moan as you began to undo his jeans, you slid off his lap taking his trousers and boxers with you. Allowing his sizable member to spring free, the tip was red and angry, leaking pre-cum and large blue, violet veins pulsated beneath his thin pale skin. You salivated at the sight, you wanted nothing more than to taste the hot salty taste of his release trickle down your throat, you wanted your mouth to be filled with him “What are doing?” He questioned in an almost breathless tone, which was cut off by a grunt as you licked a stripe from his twitching balls to his sensitive tip

“Just you wait and see my little virgin, I’m going to spoil you rotten.” You drew circles with your tongue and popped it in your mouth, giving it a suck before opening your throat and taking him in. You watched as his hand flew to his sides; gripping the velvet of the couch till his knuckles turned white, a strained sob escaping his lips as his head flew back hitting the wall, you slowly inched his cock further into your mouth, a moan from you throat vibrating around his cock, he was big, almost too big for your mouth. Your jaw creaked uncomfortably as you almost reached the base, you could feel his full length tickling your throat as it pulsated. Your nose was buried in his pelvis and you instinctively collected spit with your hand and began to massage his balls, you quickly came up releasing his dick with a pop “pull my hair.” You grabbed his hands and brought them to the base of your skull “use me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He whined, you grinned deviously

“You can’t hurt me, you won’t want to because I’ll make sure you apologise on your knees.” His large calloused hands wrapped around strands of your hair and forced you down to his dick and you began to suck, his moans started up again and you hollowed your cheeks to suck him for all he’s worth. You rocked back and forth on your foot, allowing for your clit to feel reprieve from the pleasurable tingling dancing in your womb. The savoury taste of cum began to dance on your tongue and that’s when you grabbed his wrists and forcibly removed yourself from him

“I was gonna…Where are you going?” He asked deliriously as you stood up, your small palm rubbing over his leaking slit, you pressed a finger to his soft lips

“It’s time for you to become a man, I’m gonna send you to heaven and back Captain virgin.” You took your seat back on his lap, but this time you sat on your knees and allowed his tip to slip back a forth through your velvety folds you keened as you rubbed it against your engorged, sensitive bud “I’m waiting Stevie, beg for me, beg like you’ve never begged before.” You demanded as you peeled off his wife beater and threw it to a miscellaneous corner, you stroked your hands up and down his sculpted chest which glimmered with sweat, you relished in his manly scent.

“Please put it in, please I’m begging you. I need to cum it hurts.” You looked down at his face his eyes were red and glassy and his bottom lip was clasped between his teeth, you massaged his face lovingly as you slipped him inside you slowly. You threw your head back and clasped his broad shoulders with your hands, your mouth going slack as the pleasurable burn of his length radiated through your hips causing your orgasm to build even further. One of Steve’s bulky arms found its way around your waist keeping you from falling, whilst the other encompassed your cheek pushing some of your hair out of your eyes “Feels good, keep going please.” You collected your self and nodded Steve’s whole length sheathing inside you, you nestled your head below his chin

“You okay?” You whispered, you received a nod in response “Good because now I’m going to destroy you.” Steve let out a low chuckle and you began to bounce your hips, slamming yourself up and down relentlessly

“Someone’s going to hear us.” Steve choked, trying to suppress his moans and grunts as your walls fluttered around him.

“Let them hear, I want them to hear me make you mine. I’m going to be your first and last you’re mine, moan for me. Let them hear how good I make you feel.”

“I’m gonna cum” he squeaked, tightening his grip on your waist so hard that it was absolutely going to bruise. You stopped your movements and planted yourself on his lap.

“No, please move. So close, I was gonna cum. Please.” his voice was thick with need, desperate. He whined attempting to move you up and down

“We cum together, you’ll wait for me, my good boy, my good little virgin.” You swiped your thumb sensually over his biceps. His cock twitched inside you “Do you like being my good boy Captain?” You cooed as Steve buried his head into the lapel of your outfit

“Take this off. I want to see you please.” You complied, throwing the scratchy uniform towards where you had thrown Steve’s wife beater. His strong hand briefly glided over your tits giving them a squeeze and teasing the nipples before falling back to their original place.

“Look in the mirror Stevie, look where we’re joined.” You began to move again “touch my clit, you know what that is right?” You chuckled and Steve scoffed, rubbing your clit almost immediately, making you melt against him “Well, you’re better than most men then.” You moaned, moving your hips desperately “Use me Steve!” You beckoned he grabbed your hips with his other hand feverishly moving you up and down his length “gonna cum! Cum with me! Cum my good boy!” You keened grinding on his dick, Steve groaned and whined, his cock throbbed, you gripped at his muscular arms desperately and you were finally pushed over the edge, you bashed your head into Steve’s shoulder, digging your nails into his back leaving red half moons in their wake you felt Steve’s hot release flow into you, he bucked his hips desperately and you could feel it leak out of you into his lap. You ran your hands through his cropped hair and kissed his jaw tenderly “You good Steve?” You questioned massaging his scalp gently

“That was amazing, thank you.” He murmured, stroking your thigh with his warm pal. He turned his head and pushed back your hair kissing your forehead.

“Thank you for letting me be your first.” Your lips meet for the first time in a lazy, yet passionate kiss and you both stare into each other's eyes “let’s lay together for a bit before we get cleaned up.” Steve hummed in agreement, holding you securely to his chest before laying on his back, allowing you to rest your head on his buff chest and listen to his heart that was thumping loudly against his ribs, your eyelids became heavy and you permitted yourself to drift off in the security and heat of the supersoldiers embrace.

“Unexpected Gifts” Pt. 16

Story Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started as an intern and worked your way to leading stunt coordinator for the Marvel franchise on the set of the movie “The Avengers: Age of Ultron.” After the first week, you get a call that changes your life forever. You sister took her life, left you with her two month old daughter, and you are falling in love with one shield wielding maniac.

Pairings: Chris Evan x Reader

Warnings: None.

A/N: We’ve made it! This is the final chapter in this story. I am so happy I’ve made it to the end. I’m thinking about an epilogue just not 100% sure on it yet. Thank you to those who have been following this story and showing your support! I love y’all!

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It was the night before your wedding day. You always thought you would be nervous and stressed the night before your wedding, but you were the complete opposite. You felt happy and relaxed. You trusted that Jessica had everything done for the big day.  You, Scarlett, Rose and Olivia were having a relaxing night at Lisa’s. 

You asked Scarlett to be your only bridesmaid and Rose to be a flower girl with Olivia. Chris asked Scott to be his best man and his nephew, Miles, to be the ring bearer. 

You chose to spend the night at Lisa’s and let Chris and Scott have your house. You were just hoping it was in one piece when you got back.

Olivia was nearing two years old, and you couldn’t believe it. She talked non-stop, it didn’t always make since but that didn’t stop her. Olivia had started calling Chris, dada. 

~Flashback~

You finish unpacking the last box and sigh in relief. Chris comes up with Olivia in his arms. “Mama!” She reaches for you. 

You smile and take her from Chris. When you look at Chris, you realize Olivia has never called him anything. As the wheels in your head turn, you start to wonder if Olivia should call him dad. Chris is the only father figure Olivia has, to you, it only makes sense that she should call him dad.

“Chris, don’t you think we should be teaching her to call you something?” You ask him. 

“Yeah, I guess. What were you thinking? Like just Chris or?” He looks down at you. 

“I was thinking more along the lines of daddy, but it’s up to you.” You smile. 

It takes a second for it to register in Chris’s head what you just said. “Wait! You mean it? You would be ok with her calling me that?” 

“You’re basically already her dad. You act like it.” You say with a laugh. 

“Then yes, she can totally call me daddy.” He leans down and kisses you then kisses Olivia’s cheeks. 

“Livie, can you say Dada?” You look at her. “Da-da.” You point to Chris.

She giggles. “Daaaada!” 

Chris smiles widely and takes her from you kissing her all over her face.

~end flashback~

It was finally the morning of the wedding, you woke up with small feeling of anxiousness. People started going in and out of the house starting at 8 o’clock that morning. It was some what chaotic. 

Lisa brought breakfast to you, Scarlett, and the girls. You all sat in the queen sized bed eating French toast, fruit, and bacon. 

Jessica hired a photographer, and she was there taking pictures of you and the girls enjoying your breakfast. You watched as she took a picture of Olivia shoving a strawberry in her mouth. You laughed and couldn’t wait to have all these pictures to look back on. 

The ceremony wasn’t until 5 in the evening. It was just passed nine when Jessica showed up. You went down stairs to meet her. 

“Are you ready?” She asked with a beaming smile. 

“So ready!” You smiled. 

She started talking you through everything that was happening and what was supposed to arrive at what time. You watched as Lisa’s backyard was set up for the day. It was better than anything you could have ever dreamed. 

Just before lunch, your parents walked into the house. Your mom wrapped you up in a hug and squeezed you. You then hugged your dad. Your anxiousness was lessening now that your mom was there. 

The hair stylist and makeup artist arrived to start on all the girls. Your mom, and Lisa were first then they went to get dressed. After them, it was Scarlett, then Rose and Olivia. Scarlett took Rose and Olivia to get dressed while you were getting ready. 

Once you were finished with your hair and makeup, Scarlett came back in to help you put on your dress. She helped you into your dress and then helped you with your jewelry. 

Scarlett stepped back to look at you. “Wow!” She smiled at you. “You look stunning!” 

Your smile was beaming across your face. You stepped in front of the mirror and gasped. You were amazed at how everything came together. 

After taking yourself in, you were ready to show everyone. Scarlett walked in front of you and opened the door to let your parents in. 

Your mother was in awe. She started to cry as well as your dad, which in turn made you tear up. Your mom gently wiped your tears before kissing your cheeks. 

Finally, it was time. All 30 guest had arrived and were seated. Soft music was playing as Chris went down the aisle. Once he was at the end, he took a breath to steady his nerves. You may not have been nervous, but Chris was. Chris just wanted to be married to you. 

Scarlett and Scott were next. Miles walked down with the rings and stood next to Scott. Rose and Olivia walked down the aisle sprinkling flower petals. Once they made it down the aisle and stood by Scarlett the music changed. Everyone stood and waited for your entrance. 

The back doors opened, revealing you and your dad. Chris immediately teared up. You were stunning. He turned away to wipe his tears then looked back at you. You smiled at him with all the love in the world. There was nowhere else you would have wanted to be. 

Your dad gave you away to Chris. “You look beautiful!” Chris whispered in your ear. 

“Not to shabby yourself!” You replied. 

The ceremony continued on. Chris said his vows and slipped the diamond band onto your finger. You did the same and slipped a silver band onto his. 

“I now pronounce you husband and wife!” The officiant smiled. “You may now kiss the bride!” 

Chris pulled you into him and kissed you sweetly. The kiss lasted for a few seconds while everyone cheered. You both pull away with beaming smiles. 

“I love you, Mr. Evans!” You whispered to him. 

“I love you more, Mrs. Evans!” He pecked your lips one more time before, he scooped up Olivia and you all exited down the aisle. 

Sometimes gifts are better when they are unexpected. 

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“Unexpected Gifts” Pt. 15

Story Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started as an intern and worked your way to leading stunt coordinator for the Marvel franchise on the set of the movie “The Avengers: Age of Ultron.” After the first week, you get a call that changes your life forever. You sister took her life, left you with her two month old daughter, and you are falling in love with one shield wielding maniac.

Pairings: Chris Evan x Reader

Warnings: None.

A/N: This chapter covers a lot of ground. I feel like this chapter may be all over the place, I don’t know. Y’all let me know what you think. I don’t think this is the best chapter. I am also going to try and get out another chapter today.

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For the next several days, Yours and Chris’s phones didn’t seem to stop ringing. They were overloaded with notifications. Your went from 1,000 followers to over 10,000 in just a few days. Everything seemed so surreal. 

You waited for a million ugly comments to start rolling in, but they never did. Of course, there were some, but it was nothing compared to what you were expecting. It was a relief for you and Chris. 

His fans seemed to be responding well to the the news, and that was important. People started to post their congratulations to you both, making your heart swell. Even his co-stars and fellow actors were posting congratulations.

You, Olivia, and Chris were back in L.A. and finally things seemed to be calming down. You and Chris were on the couch while Olivia played in the floor. 

“Don’t you think you should be finding a wedding planner?” Chris asked. 

You turn your head to look at him. “I’ll do it tomorrow.” You laughed softly. 

Chris looked at you. “Where do you think we should have the wedding?”

“I don’t know. I think it depends on how many people we want to invite.” You told him. “Because if we keep it small, just family and really close friends then we can have it wherever, but if you want to go big then I would say either in Boston or Atlanta.” 

Chris nodded. “I was thinking just family and close friends. Like Scarlett, Robert, Chris, Renner, Mackie, Seb and a few other people for me. And of course who ever your close friends are.” 

You laughed a little. “We kind of share the same close friends. My invites will be family.” 

“I guess you’re right.” He laughed. 

“What if we had it in your mom’s backyard?” You sat up and looked at Chris. “It is plenty big enough and it’s so pretty.” 

“If that’s what you want to do then let’s do it!” He smiled. 

The next day you called around and found a great wedding planner out of Boston, her name was Jessica Jones. She told you that she was honored to be yours and Chris’s wedding planner. 

You told her that you and Chris wanted to do it in his mom’s backyard, and she thought that was the sweetest and cutest idea. 

Jessica said she didn’t want to get to into the planning just yet because she wanted to meet with you and Chris first. You, of course, had to get back with her on a date that you and Chris could get back to Boston. 

You went to talk to Chris about when he would be free to go back. 

“Why don’t we just move to Boston?” He groaned from the couch. 

“Are you serious or just complaining?” You raised your eyebrow at him. 

“We could by a house and move then when we get married we can just go home and not worry about flying back here to L.A. where we still live in separate apartments.” Chris went on. 

“Ok.” You said. Chris looked at you shocked that you agreed so easily to his statement that was really supposed to be a complaint. “You make some valid points.” You shrugged.

“Ok then.” He laughed. “We are moving to Boston!” 

“We are moving to Boston!” You smiled at him. 

Chris picked up Olivia. “Do you want to move to Boston?” He asked her. 

Olivia clapped and wiggled in his arms. “I think that’s a yes.” You smiled. 

You and Chris had lots of details to work through over the next several days. You decided to keep Chris’s apartment in L.A. so, if you were in town, you didn’t have to fuss with a hotel.

 As you started to look at you work schedule to see when would be best to make another trip to Boston, you noticed an email from the Marvel Executives. You were confused. You never emailed them directly, that was always your boss of the stunt company you worked for. You showed Chris the unopened email. 

“Well, open it.” He said.

You opened it and began to read through it. “No way!” You whispered in utter shock. 

“What?” Chris looked over you shoulder. 

“They are offering me a job as a full time stunt coordinator for upcoming Marvel projects!” You excitedly told him. 

“That’s great baby!” Chris smiled and kissed your head. “Are you going to take it?” He asked. 

“I’d be crazy not to!” You looked up at him. “They are offering to pay me triple what I make now.” 

You stood up from your desk and wrapped your arms around Chris. “Everything that is happening right now is just so unreal.” You smiled widely at him. “I mean, we are engaged, we are planning to move across the country, and now I get an amazing job offer.” 

Chris rubbed his hands up and down your back. “I know baby, a lot has happened in just a few weeks.” He leaned down and pecked your lips. 

You couldn’t have been more happy in that moment if you tried. You were marrying your best friend, moving and were going to accept an amazing job offer. 

It took some planning, but you and Chris finally had your schedules arranged so you were able to make a trip to Boston to do two things. The first was to meet with Jessica and start planning. The second was meeting with a realtor to look at some a few houses in Boston and the surrounding areas. You left Olivia with Lisa while you two were out.

You met Jessica at her office one morning. She greeted you when you walked through the door. 

“Hi, it’s great to finally meet you two!” Jessica shook both yours and Chris’s hand then lead you into a private meeting room. “Ok, I know since your time here is limited, I’ve got a lot for us to go over. And we aren’t in a rush, you two are my only clients for the day.” 

You sat down at the large conference table that was covered with lots of things, magazines, fabrics, color swatches, and much more. It was a little overwhelming at first glance for both you and Chris, but as Jessica started explaining, the feelings of being overwhelmed started to dissipate. 

“Ok, first thing we need is a date.” Jessica said as she opened a large binder. “Now obviously, if you plan to do the ceremony and reception outside, we need a warmer month.” 

You and Chris discussed and decided to have the wedding in September. The weather was warm, but not too hot and it definitely wouldn’t be freezing. From there the details fell into place. You picked the color scheme, an invitation design, the flowers, an arch way for the ceremony, and lots more. The biggest details left to decide were the cake, the menu for the reception, your dress, bridesmaid’s dress, and the tuxes. 

By the time your meeting with Jessica was finished, it was well into the afternoon. You and Chris decided to grab a bite to eat before heading back to his mom’s house. 

You went into a small Italian restaurant. The hostess seated you at a table and handed you menus. Before either of you can open your menus, a little boy, around five years old runs over to your table. 

“You’re Captain America!” He exclaimed. “You are my favorite, after Falcon!” The boy said with a grin. 

You couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped when the boy said Falcon was his #1 favorite. 

Chris glanced at you then back to the boy. “Well, I will make sure Falcon knows that I met his #1 fan today.” Chris said with a smile. 

Before their conversation could continue, the boy’s mom rushed over. “I am so sorry!” She apologized. 

“Mama, look it’s Captain America!” He smiled up at his mom. 

“I see, but we have to let him enjoy his meal with his friend.” She told him. She apologized one more time before she began to walk away. 

“Wait, why don’t we take a picture before you go?” Chris offered. 

The mother turned around. “That’s really not necessary. I hate to bother you anymore.” 

“Nonsense, I insist.” Chris stood and picked the boy up and allowed for his mom to take a quick picture.

“Thank you so much, and again I’m so sorry he ran over here.” She said one last time before they walked away. 

“You are great with kids, you know that right?” You questioned Chris as he picked up his menu. 

“Yeah, I’ve been told I have a way with children.” He smiled. 

The rest of you lunch was peaceful. You went back to Lisa’s house and spent what was left of your day lounging around.

The next morning, you met with a realtor to look at a few houses in and around the Boston area. When you talked with the realtor, you and Chris both told him you didn’t want to be in the middle of town.

The realtor showed you several houses, but most of them were in packed neighborhoods where there was only ten feet between two houses. 

Finally, the last house he showed you and Chris was out from town and not squished between two other houses. It was in a new neighborhood, that only had a few other houses, but the closest one was a quarter of a mile. It had plenty of room and space. The house was large, with an open concept. It was two stories, stained wood floors, tall ceilings, marble counter tops, built in appliances, five bedrooms, five and a half baths, with an office space, and a three car garage. It was perfect. 

After touring the house, you looked up at Chris. He could see it in your eyes that you were in love with the house, and he was too. 

Chris turned to the realtor. “We’ll take it!” He smiled. 

After finishing up with the realtor, you felt as if you were on cloud nine. Chris could tell by looking at you. It was as if you were glowing. You were in your own little bubble of happiness. 

Before leaving Boston, you took Olivia back to the house, just to show her around. You put her down and let her walk around the empty house. She babbled as she walked around the first floor. 

Chris wrapped his arms around you as you both watched Olivia. “I think she likes it.” He whispered in your ear then kissed your neck softly. 

“I think so too.” You smiled. You giggled softly feeling Chris’s beard against your neck. “Now, I just can’t wait to be here.” 

“Me either.” Chris agreed. “Not much longer.” 

Once Christmas passed, you started the moving process. You packed up your apartment then packed up parts of Chris’s. It took about a week to get everything boxed up and shipped to Boston. Once everything was shipped and all the ends were tied up in L.A., you headed for Boston to start a new chapter. 

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“Unexpected Gifts” Pt. 14

Story Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started as an intern and worked your way to leading stunt coordinator for the Marvel franchise on the set of the movie “The Avengers: Age of Ultron.” After the first week, you get a call that changes your life forever. You sister took her life, left you with her two month old daughter, and you are falling in love with one shield wielding maniac.

Pairings: Chris Evan x Reader

Warnings: None.

A/N: this was not proof read!

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Monday morning came way too fast. You woke up filled with anxiety, Chris did as well. You were both anxious about calling Chris’s agent and announcing your engagement. You were trying to put on a brave face, but inside you really weren’t ready for the reaction of Chris’s fans. You were so uncertain of what they may comment and post. 

After breakfast, you and Chris went to the back porch to video chat with his agent. Of course, you had met his agent, Megan. She knew of your relationship. She was a big reason you were able to keep it a secret.

You and Chris sat at the patio table in front of his laptop, waiting. Your anxiety had skyrocketed at this point. You and Chris both took a deep breath as the call from his agent came through. Chris accepted the call and her face pooped up. 

“Hey guys!” Megan smiled. “So, what is the reason for this video chat?” She questioned. 

You smiled as Chris grabbed your hand and raised it into the view of the camera. “Well, I may have done something.” He joked. 

“Oh my gosh!” Megan was shocked to say the least. She was happy, but as soon as she processed it, she started to think of all the articles and interviews that were going to want to be done and how Chris’s fanbase would react. 

“Congratulations!” She smiled. “Are you calling because we need a cover up or because we want to make an official announcement before the tabloids?” 

“The second one.” Chris told her. You nodded in agreement. 

“Well, you have an tv appearance coming up this Friday with Jimmy Fallon. Do you want to do it then?” She asked. 

Chris looked at you. He wanted this to be as much your decision as his. “Um, yeah, I guess that’s fine.” You shrugged. 

“Y/N, we can find another way. You just have to say so.” Chris rested his hand on your leg. 

“I just didn’t think I would have to go on tv or in front of an audience.” You admitted. “But, I want to do this as soon as possible. So, if I have to go in front of a live audience then I will do it.” 

“Are you 100% sure? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable in any way.” Chris truly didn’t want to push you out of your comfort zone. He knew you weren’t used to the big audiences and the cameras in your face. You did the work off camera and that is where you were comfortable. 

You took another breath and nodded. “I’m sure.” You told him. Maybe this way there wouldn’t be as much backlash. There wouldn’t be a post to harbor all the comments, good or bad. 

“Alrighty then, I will call the producers and work out the details.” Megan smiled. “Again, congrats! Love you guys! I’ll see you in New York Friday morning!” 

You both said goodbye before Chris ended the call and closed the laptop. You were hoping that your anxiety would decrease with the call to Megan, but it only seemed to increase. 

Chris was not much better. He was stressing for you. He knew the fear of being in front of a live audience and it being broadcasted on tv. Chris turned to you and opened his arms to you. You got up and curled up in his lap. 

“We are going to be ok after this, right?” You asked as you hid your face in Chris’s neck. 

“Y/N, no matter what happens, no one can change the way I feel about you. I want you and Olivia for the rest of my life. I want to come home to you. I want to make you happy for the rest of our lives. I want Olivia to be a big sister, and I want to watch our kids run around in a big backyard.” Chris explained in a reassuring tone as he rubbed his hand up and down your back. 

You couldn’t help the tears that started to flow. Chris moved back to look at you. 

“Why are you crying, hun?” Chris asked as he wiped the tears. 

“Because, you are just too good to me. I don’t know what I would have done this last year without you.” You sniffed. 

“You would have made it work. I know you, and you are not a quitter and you don’t give up easily.” Chris brushed a piece of hair behind your ear. “I know you are worried about being in front of a live audience and being in front of the cameras instead of behind them, but we are in this together, until the end.” He kissed your forehead then pulled back with a smile. 

You let out a breath and nodded. “Until the end.” You whispered. 

Chris leaned in and kissed you gently. You kissed back before you were interrupted by Lisa opening the patio door. 

“A certain one year old is awake and is wanting her mother.” She laughed. 

You stood from Chris’s lap and went inside to get Olivia. Your anxiety was still present, but it was better after Chris calmed you down. You knew things were going to get harder, but as long as you had each other, things would be ok. 

The rest of the week flew by and you were on your way to New York. Megan had a car service pick you, Olivia and Chris up and drive you to your hotel. Megan also arranged for you all to enter a side entrance instead of the main one. She led you up to your room. You stepped through the door and were greeted with the nicest hotel room you’d ever seen. You had stepped into just the living room area, there were still two bedrooms and two bathrooms to see. 

You bags were delivered to your room while Megan went over the plan for the announcement. You were sitting on the couch holding Olivia as she napped. Chris sat in the arm chair to your left. 

As Megan talked, you anxiety began to bubble up again. It had majorly decreased since Monday, but it was rising again. 

“So, Chris you will go out first and do your normal thing. Talk about your movie and what not, then we’ve told Jimmy to ask you if anything happened over the holiday or if you had any big news to share, just something along those lines.” Megan explained. “Then you will answer and Jimmy is going to ask who your mystery fiance is, you answer and then you say, ‘She’s actually here with me tonight.’ then Jimmy will say ‘lets bring her out here’ and then you will come in.” She looked to you. 

“Got it!” You nodded. 

“And I will keep Olivia backstage with me. If you want to bring her up with Jimmy, I did send him a few photos of all three of you together, but I was very clear that those should only be shown if you talk about her.” Megan continued. 

Chris looked over at you to make sure you were ok with everything. You gave him a nod to let him know you were ok.

“Everything is going to be ok.” You said with a small smile. 

Chris nodded in agreement. “You are right. We are going to make it through this.” 

You were filled with anxiety. There was so much left in the unknown. Chris was known for being a handsome bachelor. How were fans going to react to the news of him being off the market? What were people going to think of you? How would they react when they found out you had a child? These were all contributing factors to your stress. 

“Ok, I’m going to leave you three to have some peace and quiet for a little while. Stylist will be here around 4:30 to start getting you both ready for the show. I’ve got a few things to do then I’m going to pick up lunch, I’ll be back at 12:30.” Megan gathered her things and left the room. 

It was a little after 10 when Megan left, leaving you with maybe two hours to yourself. You sighed and leaned your head back against the couch. You were just trying to prepare yourself for what was to come. 

You decided you needed to let out some steam before you exploded. You laid Olivia in one of the bed and left to go to the gym. Chris looked as if he was as calm as ever, but really he was nervous. On one hand, he liked his privacy and to have things just for himself, but on the other hand, he wanted to be able to go out freely with you and Olivia and not worry about who sees or takes a picture. He knew this was for the best. 

You spent an hour in the gym. You ran two miles then spent forty minutes on the punching bag. By the time you finished, you were drenched in seat but you felt a million times better. Even though you were breathing heavy, you felt as if you could breath. You went back up to the room and headed straight to the shower. 

Megan came in with lunch just as you finished getting dressed after your shower. Olivia was up from her nap and playing with Chris in the small living room. Chris was holding her up by hands and helping her walk. When she laid eyes on you she started to walk faster. Chris let her go and she walked all by herself all the way to you. You and Chris cheered excitedly as you scooped her up. 

“Livie, you just walked! You are getting to be such a big girl!” You kissed her cheeks. 

Chris walked over and kissed her cheeks as well. He smiled at her proudly as she babbled away in your arms.

After lunch, you relaxed a little more before the stylists showed up. At 4:30, Megan let them into the room. They rolled in a clothing rack, several suitcases and more. They were followed by hair and makeup artists. 

The stylists set up in one bedroom while the hair and makeup was set up in the living room. 

You were amazed by what all was going on. This was the part of the movie world you weren’t ever apart of. The stylists started with your outfit. They brought several options. You finally made a decision on the dress, then your shoes and jewelry. Once you finished, they sent you to hair and makeup. While it was all happening, you forgot about your stress and you anxiety. You just enjoyed being the center of attention. The hair and makeup artists complimented you on your skin and your hair. The compliments brought a smile to your face. 

While your makeup was being done, Olivia wanted to sit with you. You held her in your lap as your makeup was applied. The artist occasionally brushed Olivia’s cheeks with a brush, making her giggle. 

What seemed to be many hours later, you and Chris were finally dressed and ready. 

Megan dressed Olivia for the night. Once she was dressed, you all headed down to the cars to head to the studio for the show. After you workout and being treated like a star, your anxiety and stress had dissolved. You started to realize you were working you self up over something you cannot control. You can only control your actions and emotions, not everyone else’s. 

On the ride to the studio, you let Chris in on your sudden realizations. He noticed that you seemed much calmer from this morning, which in turn helped him to calm down. By the time you reached the studio, he was much calmer and ready to take on this interview. 

You entered through the back doors and went into a green room. You sat down on a couch with Olivia as you waited to be told what to do. A crew member came in and put a microphone on him. 

The show started and was playing on a tv in the green room. Olivia saw Chris on the tv and started to make grabby hands. You and Megan laughed softly. You watch as Chris promoted his new movie and talked about different things.

 It went to a commercial break, and a crew member came to put a microphone on you. You looked at yourself in the mirror and took a calming breath. 

“So, Chris, how was your thanksgiving? Did anything exciting happen?” Jimmy questioned Chris. 

Chris chuckled and wiped his hands down his thighs. “Well, Jimmy, since you asked. Something exciting did happen.” He paused.

“Ok, come out with it. We are all on edge!” Jimmy exclaimed as if he didn’t already know. 

“I am now an engaged man.” Chris said. The audience gasped then cheered. 

“Wait, we didn’t even know you were seeing anyone.” Jimmy lied.

“Yeah, we tried to keep it that way.” Chris laughed. 

“So, who is your fiance?” Jimmy asked. 

“Y/F/N Y/L/N, she is a stunt coordinator for Marvel. That’s how we met.” Chris explained. “She’s actually here with me tonight.” He smiled. 

“What are we waiting for? Let’s get her out here.” Jimmy looked to the producers as if they were rushing to get you out there. 

A few minutes passed and the door slid open to reveal you. Chris stood from the couch walked over to you. He kissed your cheek sweetly then escorted you over to Jimmy. You reached out and shook his hand then sat down at the end of the couch Chris was previously occupying. 

“So nice to meet you, Y/N.” Jimmy smiled. 

“Nice to meet you too!” You smiled at him then glanced at Chris. 

“How long have you been keeping this relationship a secret?” Jimmy looked at you and Chris. 

“Well, we’ve been together for five months, that’s just officially as a couple.” You explained. “but, over this past year we’ve been together a lot.” As you tried to explain, you realized you would have to tell the whole story, including Olivia. 

Jimmy gave you both a questioning look. “We should probably just tell the full story.” Chris said. 

And you did. You and Chris told a shortened version of the whole story, so people didn’t think you were both rushing into being engaged. Even with the story some people probably thought you were being crazy and rushing things. 

When you talked about Olivia, they would show pictures of her with you and Chris. 

The rest of the show was great. The audience was amazing. They laughed and cheered, and that helped ease you into being in front of them. 

Once the show ended, you headed back into the green room to get Olivia. It was close to eleven at night and she was sacked out on a couch covered by your coat. 

You all made your ways out to the cars and headed for the hotel. Both of your phones were blowing up with notifications. You looked at Chris. 

“I say we just turn them off until in the morning.” You shrugged. 

“Sounds like a great plan.” He smile and kissed you. 

You both shut your phones off and put them into the pockets of your coats. There was nothing that could be said that would ruin what you and Chris had at that moment.

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“Unexpected Gifts” Pt. 13

Story Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started as an intern and worked your way to leading stunt coordinator for the Marvel franchise on the set of the movie “The Avengers: Age of Ultron.” After the first week, you get a call that changes your life forever. You sister took her life, left you with her two month old daughter, and you are falling in love with one shield wielding maniac.

Pairings: Chris Evan x Reader

Warnings: None.

A/N:  Y’all I really trying to get this wrapped up because I start college Monday and I know I won’t be able to give this any attention after that. So, that’s why I’ve been updating like crazy! But, IT’S FINALLY HERE! THE MOMENT WE’VE BEEN WAITING FOR!

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You didn’t suspect a thing. Chris had done an amazing job at hiding the fact that he was going to propose in just a few days. Your mom, Lisa, Carly, and Shana helped Chris with every detail, even though there wasn’t much. Chris didn’t want it to be over the top and extravagant. He just wanted to show you how much he loved you but in a simple way. 

Chris had already picked out the ring. He went to Tiffany & Co. while he was in New York on a project. He did it even without having your parents permission because he always knew he wanted to pick his future wife’s ring from Tiffany’s. 

Chris spent a good portion of his off day looking over the extensive collection, but he finally made a decision and hoped you would be in love with it. He took the small blue box back with him to his hotel room and stuffed it into his suitcase and it had been there ever since. 

Finally, it was thanksgiving day. Chris’s stress level was through the roof. He had a gut feeling you would say yes, but there was still a tiny bit of fear in him that you would say no. 

Everyone was up and dressed for the day. You dressed very stylish but still comfortable, no one wants to be uncomfortable on thanksgiving. Olivia had a cute pumpkin outfit to wear for the day. 

Once everyone was at the house, Lisa wanted everyone to take pictures. Lisa pushed everyone out into the backyard for pictures. Chris rushed upstairs to grab the ring from his suitcase. As Chris walked outside, his heart was beating out of his chest. He took a breath before stepping out of the door.  The backyard was filled with trees that were covered in orange, yellow, and red leaves, it was beautiful. Pictures were taken of Chris’s family, your family, Chris and his siblings, you and Olivia, then you, Olivia, and Chris. 

Carly snapped what you thought was the last picture, then Shana speaks up. “Y/N, why don’t you and Chris get one by yourselves? Here, I’ll take Olivia.” Shana stepped over to take her. 

“Oh, yeah sure.” You said. 

“You don’t want to take a picture with me?” Chris faked offense. 

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, of course, I want to take a picture with you!” You both laughed.

It took a second because Olivia was being slightly clingy that morning. You turned your back to Chris as Shana pulled Olivia off of you, all while Scott was filming the whole thing. With your back turned, it allowed Chris just enough time to slip the ring from his pocket and get down onto one knee. 

Finally, you got Olivia off of you and turned back to Chris, but he was gone. You looked down and gasped. Chris was on his knee holding a Tiffany blue box in front of you. 

“Chris.” You barely whispered. 

Chris looked up at you and lost his whole speech he had planned in his head. 

“Y/N, I had this whole speech about how wonderful and amazing you are but now that I’m looking at you, I can’t even think straight.” Everyone laughed. “So, I’ll just ask you a simple question. Will you marry me?” Chris looked up at you with hope filled eyes. 

You covered your mouth as tears slowly slid down your cheeks. You nodded your head. “Yes! Yes, of course!” 

Chris stood up and wrapped his arms around you tightly. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. Chris pulled away and slid the diamond ring onto your finger. 

“Chris, it’s beautiful!” You looked down in awe of the stunning diamonds now adorning your left hand. 

“You like it? Because if it’s too much we can-” You cut Chris off. 

“I love it!” You smiled.

Chris let out a breath of relief. It was like a thousand pounds had been removed from his shoulders. After a few more pictures, everyone went back inside where it was warm then they started to gush over your ring and the proposal. 

A few hours later around the dinner table you asked, “Ok, so who all knew?” 

Everyone around the table sported a sheepish grin but Olivia. You laughed. 

“I can’t believe you all knew!” You shook your head. 

Everyone continued to talk about the engagement then Lisa and your parents started to share stories of their earlier days in marriage. It was so sweet being able to hear the stories and spend time with so many people who loved you. 

Once dinner was finished and all the dishes were done, everyone started to head back to their own homes or up to their rooms. You, Olivia, and Chris went up and started to get ready for bed. You put Olivia down after putting her in her pajamas. Chris climbed into the bed clad in just his boxers. You changed and washed your face then climbed into bed next to Chris. 

“Do you think we should tell people?” You asked. “I know you like your privacy and I do too, but I feel like it would be better for us to announce it on our own terms rather than have some tabloid do it.”

Chris took a breath. “I like this not having anyone know but our families, but it’s going to get harder when all the planning starts. So, maybe it would be okay to release a statement. I just don’t want my crazy fanbase to ruin this.” He admitted. “There are some crazy people who will just comment hateful and mean things just to bring others down. I don’t want that to get to you.”

“I would love to say words can’t hurt me, but that isn’t the truth. I’ll just have to realize when it’s time to maybe step back from social media and if I let it get to me, I’ll have you to reassure me.” You smiled up at Chris then leaned in to kiss him. He returned the kiss. 

“Ok, I’ll call my agent Monday. We can release a statement, but for the next few days let’s just enjoy being engaged with just our families knowing.” Chris kissed your forehead then laid back.

“Agreed.” You laid your head against his chest. “Good night.” 

“Good night, fiance.” Chris whispered. 

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“Unexpected Gifts” Pt. 12

Story Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started as an intern and worked your way to leading stunt coordinator for the Marvel franchise on the set of the movie “The Avengers: Age of Ultron.” After the first week, you get a call that changes your life forever. You sister took her life, left you with her two month old daughter, and you are falling in love with one shield wielding maniac.

Pairings: Chris Evan x Reader

Warnings: None.

A/N: another chapter in under three hours! This is pure fluff! There’s literally so much fluff! I also added pictures just for the heck of it.

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After a two weeks spent in Sudbury with Chris, you and Olivia headed back to L.A. Chris insisted on coming back with you, but you talked him into staying a little while longer, since he doesn’t get much time with his family when he was working. 

Once you were back home for a few days, you started to plan Olivia’s first birthday party. Her birthday was November 25 falling two days before Thanksgiving. Olivia didn’t attend daycare so there were no children to really invite. The only children Olivia had been around for a significant amount of time were Chris’s nieces and nephews. An idea popped into your head, so you called Chris.

“Hey babe! What are you up to?” Chris asked.

“Hey. I just started thinking about Olivia’s birthday coming up. I want to plan a party for her, but the only kid’s she has really been around have been the kids in your family.” 

Before you could go on Chris interrupted you. “They would love to celebrate Livie’s birthday!” Chris said excitedly. 

“I know they would babe, but her birthday is two days before thanksgiving and that would be super hectic trying to travel from Boston to Los Angeles. And my parents are going to have to fly from Atlanta.” You let out an exasperated sigh.

“Hey, don’t stress. We will figure this out, ok?” He calmed you.

“Yeah, ok.” You leaned back against your couch. 

“I know you just got back, but what if you had Olivia’s birthday here at my mom’s house?” Chris offered. “My family could be there and it would be a lot less travel time for your parents as well. We could have it the weekend before thanksgiving that way you and your parents could get back to Atlanta to have thanksgiving as a family or we could have one big thanksgiving together, totally up to you and your family.”

“Chris, I couldn’t ask that of your family.” You shook you head even though he couldn’t see you. 

“You aren’t asking. I am offering.” Chris said, and you know he had his signature smirk on his face. “I’ll even ask my mom now if it’s ok with her.” 

Before you could put a stop to his actions, you hear him call out for his mom. You faintly heard him explain the proposition then you heard a gasp. “Oh! I would love to have Olivia’s party here and meet her family. She is such a sweetheart, I can only imagine what her parents are like.” 

“Ma, she is on the phone.” Chris told her.

“She is? Let me speak with her.” Lisa took the phone from Chris’s hand and placed it to her ear. 

“Y/N, hun, I would love to help you with Olivia’s party and have you and your parents over for thanksgiving.” Lisa happily said. 

“Thank you, Miss Lisa. I really don’t want to impose on your family during the holidays. Maybe I could celebrate with my parents then bring Olivia to Sudbury to celebrate with y’all.” You explained to Lisa. 

“I promise you wouldn’t be imposing. The more the merrier around here, but I also understand where you are coming from. Why don’t you talk it over with you parents then get back with Chris or myself?”  Lisa stated. 

“Yes ma’am, will do.” You smiled. 

Lisa bid you goodbye then gave the phone back to Chris. 

“So, how does thanksgiving in Massachusetts sound?” Chris said with a laugh. 

“Chris, I just don’t know. I feel like I’m mooching off you and your family if I take your offer.” 

“You’re not mooching.” Chris said flatly. “ My family really likes you. I don’t think they would offer that to just anyone, Y/N.” 

“Just let me talk to my parents, and I will let you know.” You told Chris. 

“Alright, I’ll talk to you later. I love you!” Chris said.

“I love you too.” You responded before ending the call. 

You let out an exaggerated sigh and through your head back. “What are we going to do Livie?”

Olivia just babbled in response. 

A little while later, you called your mom. When you explained Chris’s offer to her, she agreed that it would be a good idea. She wasn’t too sure on the thanksgiving part, but letting Olivia celebrate with both families would be best. She knew Chris had become a fundamental part of Olivia’s life and yours, so how could she not let him be apart of her first birthday. 

After your phone call with your mom, you called Chris back to tell him that your parents agreed to having Olivia’s party in Sudbury. Chris had met your parents briefly when they visited you and Olivia in New York while filming. You were still nervous for his whole family to meet them.

After a few weeks of planning, you and Lisa had everything ready for Olivia’s birthday. Lisa had the idea for the theme to be donuts, and it turned out super cute. Lisa ordered a cake for Olivia to smash, one to eat, and tons of donuts of all flavors. 

You and Olivia flew back to Boston two days before the party. The day before the party your parents flew in. You, Olivia, and Chris picked them up from the airport and took them to eat before taking them to their hotel. 

The day of the party arrived and it was all about Olivia. You couldn’t ask for anything better. Chris went to pick up your parents while you got Olivia dressed. You didn’t know there was an underlying reason for Chris wanting to go alone. 

He left earlier than needed to pick up your parents, but he had a plan. Before bringing them back to the house he stopped at a small cafe to have coffee with your parents. 

You parent’s sat down at a small table with Chris after receiving their order. 

“Chris, is there any particular reason you’ve brought us here?” Your mother, Tara, asked. 

“Yes ma’am there is.” He said. To your parents it was obvious he was nervous about something and they had an inkling of what it might be. Chris took a deep breath and wiped his hands on his jeans. “Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N, I know Y/N and I have only been officially together for a few months, but I’ve known her for several years. This year having her in my life has been the best thing I could have asked for.” He took another breath. “She is an amazing woman. She loves everyone she meets no matter what, she is loyal, kind, smart, compassionate, and beautiful. I can’t imagine the rest of my life with out her or Olivia.” He looks you father straight in the eyes. “I would like your permission to ask her marry to marry me.” 

Your parents were in awe of Chris’s speech about you. They can see the love for not only you but also for Olivia pouring out of him. They look at each other and smile. 

“You have our permission.” You father, Shane, answered. 

Chris’s smile could have split his face it was so wide. “Thank you!” He said with a sigh of relief. 

They still had some time before they needed to be back, so your mother asked. “Do you have an idea of when you would like to ask her?” 

“Well, I would really like to do it soon. I am not the best secret keeper.” He laughed softly. “I would like to ask her on thanksgiving, so I would really like it of you two joined our family for thanksgiving dinner on Thursday.” 

Your mother pursued her lips. “Since you are going to propose, we will stay.” Your mom smiled. Chris smiled victoriously, his plan was coming together perfectly. 

They continued their conversation for just a few more minutes then it was time to head home for the party. 

Chris and your parents arrived forty-five minutes before the start time of the party. Lisa’s house was decorated beautifully for the occasion. Streamers and balloons were every where, along with pictures of Olivia that Lisa had acquired from Chris. 

You walked down the stairs with Olivia in your arms, she was bathed and ready for the party. She was a little cranky about the tutu she had on, but she was slowly calming down. 

Your mom gasped at Olivia’s outfit and immediately went to take her from you. You smiled and passed her over. You gave Chris a question look, he responded with a nonchalant shrug. 

Once your mom was finished gushing about Olivia’s outfit, you lead them into the kitchen to meet Lisa. 

Lisa and your parents hit it off. They fell into easy conversation as your mom started to help Lisa with the finishing touches of the decorations. 

It was finally party time and Carly and Shana both showed up with the rest of the kids. The children were in awe of all the sweets laid out in front of them. Scott arrived with armfuls of gifts. 

“Scott! You did not!” You gasped as he set the gift bags down. 

“I absolutely did!” He smirked. Scott took Olivia from Chris’s arms and gave her a kiss on the cheek. 

The party continued. Your mom placed the small cake on the tray of the high chair for Olivia to smash. Before you let her destroy the cake, you mom wanted a picture. You put Olivia in the high chair and stood just to the side for the picture.

“Chris get in there!” You mom motioned with her hand. 

He couldn’t help the smile that beamed across his face. He joined the picture then allowed Olivia to dig in to her cake. 

Everyone gathered around to watch Olivia smash her cake, and smashed it was. She had frosting all over her arms and face. You all snapped pictured of the happy birthday girl as she licked the cake and frosting from her hands. 

The official party ended after two or so hours. With everyone around clean up didn’t take much time. The left over food was all stored away and the decorations were taken down. All of Olivia’s gifts had been placed in the corner of the living room for her to play with later. The kids had crashed from their sugar highs and were napping in the playroom on pallets. 

All the adults gathered around the living room to enjoy the quiet. Scott, Chris and your dad watched a football game while all the women just laid around. 

“Miss Lisa, I can’t thank you enough for everything. It was absolutely beautiful!” You told her as you looked through your pictures. 

“Oh, hun, it was not a big deal! It was nice to do the planning and have the party here. It reminded me of having my own children’s parties here.” She smiled at you. 

The rest of the evening was quiet. Everyone laid around and munched on party food. You leaned against Chris not thinking of anything other than the day you had. Chris looked as if he was focused on the game on tv, but really his sole focus was planning the perfect proposal with just a few short days. 

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“Unexpected Gifts” Masterlist

Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started with an internship and worked your way into the position of stunt coordinator by the age of 25. Your life was finally working out, You were finishing the first week of training with the Marvel cast for "Avengers: Age of Ultron." You had it all put together until your younger sister took her life, left you full custody of her two-month-old daughter, and you found the love of your life. (Based off Chris’s movie “Gifted”)

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Series Warnings: Mentions of death/suicide/cussing

Status: complete

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

“Unexpected Gifts” Pt. 11

Story Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started as an intern and worked your way to leading stunt coordinator for the Marvel franchise on the set of the movie “The Avengers: Age of Ultron.” After the first week, you get a call that changes your life forever. You sister took her life, left you with her two month old daughter, and you are falling in love with one shield wielding maniac.

Pairings: Chris Evan x Reader

Warnings: None.

A/N: Olivia is approaching is around 11 months in this chapter.  I just wrote this in under three hours......so. 

{Part 1}     {Part 2}     {Part 3}     {Part 4}     {Part 5}     {Part 6}     {Part 7}    {Part 8}     {Part 9}     {Part 10}

One night, Shana decided to let all the kids go over to her house and play while her mom and Chris made dinner. Carly also joined Shana while keeping the kids. Chris was out on the back patio grilling hamburgers for dinner. You finished helping Lisa with preparing the condiments and sides then you slipped out onto the back patio. 

You slowly walked up behind Chris and wrapped your arms around him. He knew it was you by your hands. 

“Hey, baby.” Chris said softly. 

“Hi.” You whispered back and laid your head against his back. 

You both stayed quiet, just enjoying the sounds of outside around you. Chris laid his spatula down and turned in your arms so you were against his chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist and looked around at the backyard he grew up in. You looked up at him then out in the same direction he we was looking. 

“It’s nice here.” You said quietly. 

“You think so?” He questioned. 

“Yeah, this seems like a good place for a family.” You said looking up at him. “It’s not quite a small town in the south, but it’s still nice.” You laughed softly. 

“Where would you rather raise your family, here is Sudbury or in Atlanta?” Chris asked. 

“Wherever I’m with you.” You smiled. 

Chris looks down at you with his eyes full of love and adoration. “I love you, Y/N.” He whispered and leaned in to kiss you. 

“I love you too.” You whispered back just before your lips met. You both pulled away with smiles on your faces.

“So, you would want to raise a family with me?” Chris gave you a questioning look. 

“Most definitely! You are amazing with Olivia. I can’t imagine what you would be like with your own children.” You said while running your hands over his shoulders and down his arms. 

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead before turning back to the burgers on the grill. You took a seat on the patio chair and watched Chris. A few minutes later the back door opened, revealing Carly holding Olivia. 

“Olivia, who is that?” Carly pointed to you. 

“Mama!” She said clearly.

You gasp and reach out for her. “Good job, baby girl!” You cheered proudly. Chris turned around to see Olivia giggling in your arms. 

“Who is it, Livie?” Chris questioned her. 

“Mama!” She said again. Chris smiled at her proudly. 

You smiled at him, you mind filling with thoughts of having children with him and him looking at them the way he was looking at Olivia. Chris looked at you before taking Olivia from your arms. He kissed her cheeks as she giggled. After holding her for a few minutes, he handed her back so he could take the hamburgers off the grill. You opened the back door for him and followed him inside the house. 

“Ma, did you hear Olivia say her first word?” Chris asked his mother as he placed the tray on the counter. 

“No, I didn’t! I want to hear.” She smiled excitedly. 

“Livie, who is that?” Chris asked her as he pointed to you. 

“Mama!” She giggled. 

“Oh my!” Lisa grinned and clapped. “Such a smart girl!” 

You kissed Olivia’s cheeks and tickled her as you held her. “Don’t blink! Before you know it she’ll be all grown up!” Lisa said with a smile. 

Soon, dinner was served and everyone gathered around the outdoor dining table. 

“So, Chris, when do you plan on popping the big question?” Scott asked his brother teasingly with a hint of seriousness. 

You nearly choked on your chip you were eating. Chris’s stared daggers into his brother. 

“Scott!” Lisa reprimanded. “That is not an appropriate question for the dinner table.” 

You took a sip of your drink to stop your coughing. 

“Ma, I was just kidding!” Scott defended himself. 

The rest of dinner was filled with mindless conversation. You stayed rather quiet until it was over. You helped Lisa wash the dishes as everyone else hung out in the living room. 

“I apologize for Scott’s behavior earlier, Y/N.” Lisa said as she dried a dish. 

“There’s no need to apologize. It was a harmless comment.” You half smiled at her. 

“I don’t mean to pry, Y/N, and I know its only been a few months since you and Chris have officially been together, but do you see a future with my son?” She set the dish down and turned her full attention to you, you followed suit. 

“If I’m being honest with you and myself, yes ma’am. I see myself building a life with Chris.” You started to blush. “He treats me so well, and he has always been understanding of my situation with Olivia. I think since the night I got the call about my sister, I have seen a future with him.” 

Lisa smiled brightly and pulled you into a tight hug. “Y/N, you are an amazing woman. After meeting you just a few short days ago, I’ve know that there is no one better for Chris than you.” 

You teared up at her comment. “Just promise me you will take care of him. He needs it.” She laughed softly. 

“Yes ma’am. I promise.” You laughed. 

“Hey, what’s going on in here?” You heard Chris ask from the kitchen door. 

You pulled away from Lisa and wiped the stray tears. “Nothing, just dong dishes.” You smiled at him. 

Olivia was asleep against his shoulder. “Alright then, I was going to go put Livie down, but I figured you would want to kiss her good night.” 

“Ugh this man in literally perfect”  You thought. He knew that even if Olivia was asleep, you would always kiss her and tell you loved her. 

Chris brought her over to you. You kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear. You smiled up at him before he took her to your shared bedroom. 

Once you and Lisa finished the dishes, you decided to head up to bed for the night. You went into the bedroom you and Chris were sharing. As you stepped in, Chris was closing the bathroom door. 

“I’m going to shower.” You said grabbing your pajamas and stepping into the bathroom. 

After your shower, you crawled into the bed with Chris. You curled up next to him, you head against his chest. 

“So, do you want to tell me what you and my mom were talking about?” Chris asked in a whisper as he ran his hand over your back. 

You internally debated with yourself for a moment before deciding to tell him. If things were going to really be serious, you had to be open and honest. 

“After your brother’s question at dinner, your mom asked me if I saw a future with you.” You looked up at Chris, you could just barely make out his features in the dark. “And I told her, yes I do. I know it’s only been a few months but you’ve been through a lot with me in just under a year.” You took a breath. “You’ve been my compass through times when I didn’t know which way to go. I don’t know what I would have done without you. I love you, Chris Evans.” 

Chris was lost for words at your outpour. He kissed your forehead, then your nose then your lips. “I love you too, Y/F/N Y/L/N.” 

“Do you see a future with me?” You asked shyly. You were glad it was dark because you wouldn’t have been able to make eye contact if there was light. 

“I can’t imagine one without you or Olivia.” He stated. “Thank you for letting me in and letting me help you and be your compass.” 

Chris kissed your forehead one more time before you both fell asleep. It was the best sleep you had in ages. 

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“Unexpected Gifts” Pt. 10

Story Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started as an intern and worked your way to leading stunt coordinator for the Marvel franchise on the set of the movie “The Avengers: Age of Ultron.” After the first week, you get a call that changes your life forever. You sister took her life, left you with her two month old daughter, and you are falling in love with one shield wielding maniac.

Pairings: Chris Evan x Reader

Warnings: None.

A/N: Ok, honestly I think this chapter is kind of sucky. It’s been sitting in my drafts and I knew i needed to finish it so i could update. So, sorry in advance if this is sucky.

{Part 1}     {Part 2}     {Part 3}     {Part 4}     {Part 5}     {Part 6}     {Part 7}     {Part 8}     {Part 9}     

Two weeks later, you, Olivia, and Chris were on your way to Boston. You had over packed both yourself and Olivia. You were just so unsure of what you would need, what the weather would be like, so you just packed every essential for just about any type of weather. Luckily, your suitcase was huge so, you and Olivia were both packed in it. You packed a carry-on with some of Olivia’s things as well. You put everything by the door as you waited for Chris. 

Chris pulled up to your apartment and headed inside to help you with your luggage. It was around six in the morning, so, only you were awake. It was always easier to get ready to leave if Olivia was asleep. Chris knocked on the door. You ran over and let him, shushing him as he entered. He gave you a questioning look. 

“Livie is still sleeping. I’d like to keep it that way.” You explained in hushed tone. 

“Well, we kind of need to be leaving, so you need to go wake her up.” He stated matter-of-factly. 

“Ok, I’ll go get her up and ready to leave.” You started to walk away, but Chris grabbed your arm and pulled you into him. “What?” 

He leaned in and kissed you softly. “Now you can go get Olivia up.” Chris smiled down at you before taking your bags down to his car. 

You quietly went into the bedroom and woke Olivia up. She was not happy with you at all. Olivia cried as you changed her diaper and put her into her onesie to travel. You were mixing a bottle when Chris walked back into the apartment. She immediately stopped crying and reached for him. 

“Oh, good morning, love bug! Are you cranky because mama woke you up?” Chris cooed at the eight month old as he took her from you. 

You rolled your eyes and handed Chris the bottle. He chuckled and took the bottle. You finished packing your carry-on then started turning off lights.

“Ok. I’m ready.” You smiled at Chris.

“Let’s hit it!” He turned off the kitchen lights and headed for the door.

You followed Chris out and shut the door. You made sure it was locked then walked down the stairs to the car.

Chris buckled Olivia into her car seat then went around to the driver side. You got in the passenger side and buckled up.

The drive to the airport was mostly quiet, the radio played creating some back ground noise.

You zoned out while looking out of the window. Your mind was filled with anxious thoughts. You had heard great things about Chris’s family, but it didn’t help the nervousness you were feeling.

You were brought out of your thoughts by Chris placing his hand on your thigh.

“You ok?” He asked.

“Yeah, I’m just nervous.” You admitted to Chris. “I know your family is probably the sweetest people on the planet, but I’m just anxious.”

“Sweetheart, it’s ok to be nervous and anxious. My family can be a bit over the top, so I’m glad you told me.” He gave your thigh a reassuring squeeze. “It’s all going to be ok.”

You smiled at him and nodded. A few minutes later you pulled into the parking garage if the airport.

Once you had Olivia strapped in the chest carrier, you help Chris get the luggage.

All the luggage was out of the car, but before you could go into the airport, Chris put on his Boston cap and a pair of dark sunglasses. You couldn’t help but laugh softly.

“What?” He looked over at you.

“You really think that fools anyone?” You asked as you grabbed the handle to your suitcase.

“I know it doesn’t but it’s all I got.” He grabbed his suitcase and locked the car.

“Well, I’ll keep my distance so no one gets suspicious.” You said jokingly, but Chris thought you were serious.

“What? No! I don’t care if people are suspicious.” He said walking over to you.

“Chris, I was only joking.” You assured him.

“Oh, good! I thought you were serious.” He blushed. 

You both went into the airport and went to check in for your flight. Once you were checked in, you and Chris found your gate and sat down. Olivia was still asleep against your chest. 

“Do you want a coffee or something to eat?” Chris asked as he placed his carryon by the chair you were sitting in.

“Coffee would be great.” You smiled at him. He nodded and went to find a coffee cart. Chris had to hold himself back from kissing you, even if all he wanted to do was give you a quick peck. He didn’t want to risk it. He didn’t want you to worry about pictures being taken and posted. 

Chris found a coffee cart and ordered. Once he had both coffees, he made his way back to you. When he got back, he found you holding an awake Olivia. She was bouncing around in your lap and gurgling. Chris handed you your coffee with a smile then sat down. You sipped on your coffee while you waited for your flight to board.

Forty-five minutes later, your flight started to board. You and Chris made it to your seats and got situated for the flight.

Once you were in the air, Olivia went to sleep. Six hours later and you landed in Boston at Logan International Airport. You let everyone else get off before you and Chris even attempted to get up from your seats. Chris helped you get Olivia strapped into the carrier then you grabbed your carryon. You both exited the plane and made your way to baggage claim.

Chris grabbed the the luggage and Olivia’s car seat as it went by. You checked to make sure you had everything then you followed Chris out of the airport. 

“My brother is picking us up.” Chris smiled at you. 

“Oh, I can’t wait to meet him.” You said to him. 

Once you both exited the doors of the airport, you heard Chris’s name being called. You both looked over to see his brother waving and yelling. You couldn’t help but laugh. You followed Chris over to the car. 

Chris embraced the younger man in a hug then he turned to look at you. 

“Scott, this is my girlfriend Y/N and her daughter Olivia.” Chris said proudly. 

“Nice to meet you! I’m Scott!” He reached out and shook your hand. “Well, lets get going. Everyone is really excited to meet you.” Scott said. 

You anxiety seemed to spike at that comment. Chris noticed the slightest change in your facial expression as he helped Scott load the luggage. Chris walked over and placed his hands on your shoulders.

“Hey, it’s going to be ok. There is lots of space at the house and even a small guest house, so if you and Olivia need to sneak away you can.” Chris said reassuringly. “I’ll be with you every second if you need me to be.” He smiled. 

You let out a breath and nodded. Once the car seat was put into the car, you all loaded up. Chris sat up front with Scott who was driving and you sat in the back with Olivia. 

Scott pulled away from the airport and headed for the house. Thirty minutes later, you were pulling up to a beautiful house in the Sudbury, Massachusetts. Scott parked and turned the car off. As soon as you opened the car door, the front door of the house was opening and several children came running out followed by adults.

The children immediately ran to hug Chris. He bent down and wrapped his arms around them all. The sight warmed your heart because you know just how much this man loves his family. 

You fully got out of the vehicle and began to unbuckle Olivia. She was once again sleeping, so you were being careful not to wake her. Once you had her out and against your chest, you turned around and were met with lots of eyes on you. You smiled at everyone as you held Olivia. 

Chris noticed Olivia was sleeping. “Everyone this is Y/N and Olivia.” He said quietly. “Olivia seems to be warn out from our trip here.” He chuckled. 

Chris reached over and took Olivia, so you could meet everyone. 

“Hi, I’m Lisa, Chris’s mom.” Lisa introduced herself then pulled you into a hug. You hugged her back and it was actually calming.  “This is Shana and Carly, Chris’s sisters.” She pulled away and introduced them. They both hugged you as well. 

“It’s nice to finally meet y’all! I’ve heard lots of good things.” You smiled. 

“Well, we are really glad to meet you as well hun.” Lisa smiled. “Do you mind?” Lisa asked gesturing to Olivia. 

“No, not at all.” You said. Lisa walked over and took Olivia from Chris, who pouted slightly. 

“Now, you boys bring all the luggage in.” Lisa said as she turned to walk inside the house. You laughed softly and followed Carly and Shana. 

You all went into the living room and sat down. “Y/N, she is a beautiful little girl.” Lisa complimented as her grandchildren gathered around her to look at the unfamiliar baby.

“Thank you!” You smiled. 

“So, I hope you don’t mind, but Chris explained the full story to me about how Olivia became yours.” Lisa looked at you. 

“Oh yes ma’am, it is totally fine. He asked if he could tell you.” You explained. “It was actually just recently that I allowed myself to see her as my daughter and not my niece.” 

You, Lisa, Carly, and Shana continued to talk as Scott and Chris toted the luggage to Chris’s old bedroom.

Chris joined you all a few moments later. He sat down beside his mom and admired Olivia’s sleeping form. 

“She is quite the sleeper, isn’t she ma?” Chris laughed softly. 

“I’d have to say so, the kids have been romping around and she hasn’t budged.” She agreed. 

“Man, I wish mine were like that.” Shana laughed. 

“Yeah, I got pretty lucky in that department.” You said. “We’ve only had a handful of nights that were tough.” You admitted to them. 

After a few more minutes of talking, Olivia began to wake up. Lisa cooed at her as she stretched. Once she saw Chris from the corner of her eye, she reached for him. Lisa handed her over to him and she began to coo at him. 

“Is she forming any words yet?” Lisa questioned as she watched Chris with Olivia. 

“Yes, we’ve been working on mama mostly and banana.” You said with a laugh. “Banana is mainly ‘nana’ and mama is almost there.” 

Everyone sat around for a while before it was time to start on dinner. Lisa made her way to the kitchen followed by Carly and Shana. You moved over by Chris and Olivia. Scott and Chris continued to talk while you made faces at Olivia. 

“Chris, mom wants you.” Carly stuck her head out from the kitchen. 

Chris handed Olivia to you then went into the kitchen. You sat down on the floor so Olivia could crawl around. 

Chris walked into the kitchen only to be met with three women staring at him. He raised his eyebrow in question to all of them. 

“Chris that girl is literally perfect!” Shana said in a hushed tone. 

“Agreed!” said Carly. “You need to pop the question already.” Carly added. 

“Girls.” Lisa looked at them. “That is not what I wanted to talk to you about.” She told Chris. “I just wanted to say that, I really like her. She is very kind, she loves kids and doing a lot on her own. She is also beautiful.” Lisa smiled at him as she continued to cook at the stove. “You have a good one, Chris, don’t let her slip away.”

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“Unexpected Gifts” Pt. 7

Story Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started as an intern and worked your way to leading stunt coordinator for the Marvel franchise on the set of the movie “The Avengers: Age of Ultron.” After the first week, you get a call that changes your life forever. You sister took her life, left you with her two month old daughter, and you are falling in love with one shield wielding maniac. 

Pairings: Chris Evan x Reader 

Warnings: None. 

A/N: I feel like this chapter is shorter than others. It’s just straight to the point. I just wasn’t sure what else to put in it. The next chapter will definitely make up for it.

{Part 1}     {Part 2}     {Part 3}     {Part 4}     {Part 5}     {Part 6} 

Four months had passed and filming was done. Chris has handled the Twitter incident that happened before filming and all was well. Olivia was seven months old, and she was as amazing as ever. She began teething while filming was going on, that was a rough patch. Olivia had learned to roll over from her back to her tummy and back again.

You and Chris were as close as two could be without officially being anything. By the end of filming, you knew you were ready to try things out with Chris. You had learned to navigate life with Olivia, and you were ready.

You had been back in L.A. for two days, so you invited Chris over. You decided to actually make dinner instead of ordering out. You ran to the store to grab a few things. You cleaned up the apartment, more than normal. You put Olivia in her walker and started on dinner. Olivia moved around the kitchen giggling and cooing. 

Olivia loved to be in the kitchen with you, even if the times were few and far between. She had started eating puréed foods, so she liked the kitchen. You decided to make one of the few dishes you didn’t need a recipe for, spaghetti. You knew your mother’s recipe like the back of your hand. Once you finished cooking, you went to your room to change. A pair of skinny jeans and a black V-neck top with a knot tied in the side. It wasn’t super dressy, but nicer than your normal sweats.

There was a knock at the door around 6. Olivia squealed and cooed at the sound.

“Oh, Livie, I think your favorite person is here!” You picked her up out of the walker and went to the door. You opened the door, revealing Chris with his signature grin.

“There are my girls!” Chris beamed. Olivia giggled loudly as she recognized the sound of Chris’s voice. She reached for him. He took her from you and walked in the door.

“Woah, is it a special occasion?” He asked after noticing your outfit, the squeaky clean apartment, and the smell of a home cooked meal. Chris was in jeans and a patriots t-shirt.

You blushed and bit your lip. “It could be a special occasion.” You said looking up at him.

He raised his eyebrow, slightly confused. “Care to fill me in?”

You stepped closer to him and smiled up at him. “Well, I was thinking four months is a pretty long wait.” You smirked.

It took Chris a few seconds to realize what you were saying. “Wait! Really? Are you sure you’re ready?” He began questioning.

You couldn’t help but giggle at how excited he was. “Yes, I’m sure. You’ve been so patient and so helpful. I think I’ve learned to navigate my new life and I want you to be a part of it.”

His smile could have split his cheeks it was so big. “I would love to be a part of your new life.”

You smiled up at him as Olivia giggled. Chris leaned down and kissed you. You didn’t hesitate to return the kiss. The kiss was sweet and gentle.

“Should we celebrate with dinner?” You grinned. Chris nodded and followed you into the kitchen.

“Mmm, that smells amazing!” He hummed.

“Spaghetti.” You smiled at Chris. “My mom’s family recipe!”

Chris put Olivia in her high chair at the table then fixed his plate. You fixed your plate then grabbed a jar of baby food for Olivia, sweet potatoes. You both joined Olivia at the table.

You opened the small jar and began feeding small spoonfuls to Olivia. You and Chris enjoy your meal together.

After dinner, Chris put Olivia down while you cleaned up the kitchen. Chris liked the feeling of being normal, even if was just a few hours at a time. He enjoyed his time with you and Olivia because it was simple and domestic. You didn’t see him as a big hotshot actor, you just saw him as Chris, the incredibly handsome, super funny guy that liked you and your niece. 

Chris quietly walked entered the kitchen and wrapped his arms around your waist. You smiled at the feeling of his big arms around your waist and the heat coming from his chest. 

“Hello there.” You said as you dried your hands on kitchen towel.

“Hi.” He whispered and kissed your cheek.

You turned around in his arms and looked up at him. “Is she asleep?” You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Yep, she was out in no time.” Chris explained.

“Good! Now I have you to myself.” You told him as you stood on your tiptoes to kiss him. You hated to admit that you were sometimes jealous of the attention Olivia got, but it was fine by you because that meant he accepted her. 

You kissed him with a smile, his hands rubbed small circles on your hips. He pulled away and smiled down at you.

“You are amazing, you know that right?” He questioned.

“No, I think you need to tell me again.” You blushed.

“I will tell you everyday, if you want me too.” Chris kissed your forehead.

“Mmm, that sounds nice.” You smiled. He hugged you tight against him. “Want to watch a movie?”

Chris nodded and walked with you to the couch. Chris sat in the corner of the large sectional while you grabbed the remote. You sat down beside him and curled into his side. 

You started scrolling through Netflix and happened upon one of the movies Chris starred in “Scott Pilgrim vs. the World.” 

“How about that?” You asked jokingly. 

“Absolutely not!” He laughed and snatched the remote from your hand. You giggled as Chris began to search. He immediately went in search of a Disney movie, and you didn’t protest a bit. Hercules appeared on the screen and you couldn’t contain the small noise of excitement that escaped you when you saw it. 

Chris chuckled. “Hercules it is!” He clicked the movie and you both settled in to enjoy the Disney favorite. 

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“Unexpected Gifts” Pt.6

Story Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started as an intern and worked your way to leading stunt coordinator for the Marvel franchise on the set of the movie “The Avengers: Age of Ultron.” After the first week, you get a call that changes your life forever. You sister took her life, left you with her two month old daughter, and you are falling in love with one shield wielding maniac. 

Pairings: Chris Evan x Reader 

Warnings: None. Maybe one cuss word

A/N: bold italics is a flash back 

{Part 1}     {Part 2}     {Part 3}     {Part 4}     {Part 5}     

Three weeks had passed and you were packing your bags for filming. You ended up not getting someone to keep Olivia. She was three months old and in three months she had been through enough. You decided that it was just better to bring her with you. Everyone was used to her, so it wasn’t a problem.

It was around four in the morning and you were getting dressed to head to the airport. The first location of filming was New York. You were trying not to wake Olivia as you got ready.

Over the last three week, your routine became more natural. You figured out different cries from Olivia and what she wanted. She even began to recognize things. It was an amazing thing to watch her reach different milestones. 

She would move her head to follow the toys in front of her. When Olivia would lay on her tummy, she would push-up on her arms and hold her head up. Chris was over at your apartment when she first held her head up.

Olivia is on the floor on her stomach, and you are next to her. Chris is laying on the couch, half asleep. You and Chris have become even closer over the last few weeks. Olivia is cooing and wiggling on the floor. You think you are seeing things when her head first lifts off the play mat. You start watching her intently. She does it again, raising her head just barely off the floor.

“Chris!” You call out excitedly.

He shoots up from the couch. “Huh! What?” He questions.

“She’s is holding her head up!” You smile up at him. He moves down to the floor and lays on his stomach facing her. She turns her head and looks at Chris while holding her head up.

“Good job Livie!” Chris coos at her with a smile.

Chris had become your best friend in a way. He was always willing to hang out or get you something if you needed it. Sometimes you would makeup something just so he would come over.

You finished getting dressed and began taking all the luggage down to your car. Once you finished that it was almost five and you needed to be leaving for the airport.

You hated to do it, but you had to get Olivia up and changed. You gently picked her up and laid her on your bed. You changed her diaper and put her in a clean onesie to travel in, normally she would have worn a cute outfit but it was just the airport. Luckily after changing her, she went back to sleep. You strapped her in her car seat and turned off all the lights. You locked your front door and headed for the car.

After getting in your car, you felt your phone buzz. You checked it and it was a message from Chris making sure you were up. You smiled at your phone. He was just too sweet. You responded that you were up and on your way to the airport. 

You arrived at the airport and got inside. You found the gate for your flight. The entire flight was booked out for cast and crew. Chris was already at the gate half asleep in a chair. You set your bag beside him and it made a slight thud. He opened his eyes and looked around. 

“Good morning sleepyhead!” You beamed at Chris with a smile. He smiled back at you. Olivia was strapped into the chest carrier around your torso. 

“Good morning to you two beautiful girls.” You blushed at his words. You turned around, so your back was to Chris, he got the hint and reached up to undo the buckle of the carrier. 

You gently got Olivia out and passed her to Chris. She was also half asleep. She yawned as she laid against Chris’s chest. It was almost as if that was her safe place. “Oh yeah Livie, I feel you.” Chris chuckled. 

You sat down beside Chris and smiled as he held Olivia. “You better be careful. People will be taking pictures and posting that you have a secret child.” You laughed. 

Chris continued to rub Olivia’s back until she was fully asleep again. “People can’t ever mind their own business.” He said.

“I think that comes in the job description.” 

He laughed softly. You both sat at the gate talking until it was time to board the plane. You found a seat and sat down with Olivia in your arms. It was a row of three seats, you were in the window seat. Chris made his way down the aisle and plopped down into the aisle seat of your row. 

“You couldn’t help yourself, could you?” You teased. 

“No, I needed to be next to the two most beautiful girls.” Chris smirked.

Scarlett poked her head up from the row behind you. “Excuse you?” She quirked her eyebrow. 

“Sorry, sorry. Correction, the three most beautiful girls.” You all laughed. 

You knew how good of a relationship Scarlett and Chris had, and it was fun to watch at times. They were close and you didn’t mind it. 

Everyone boarded the flight and take off began. The flight was easy. Olivia was as easy going as the first time you flew with her. A couple hours later, the plane landed in New York. Everyone made it off the flight and through the airport to the vans waiting outside. Chris was ushered onto a van with the cast, while you and Olivia were put on a van with the stunt crew. You got Olivia’s car seat and strapped her in.  The luggage was loaded and the vans left for the hotel. 

Chris powered his phone on and it began to blow up with notifications from Twitter and text messages with screenshots of pictures. Just like you said, people had taken pictures of him holding Olivia and playing with her this morning in the airport.

“So has @ChrisEvans been keeping a secret?”

“Does @ChrisEvans have a secret?”

“🤨🤨🤨 @ChrisEvans”

“@ChrisEvans with a baby!😍 my ovaries are exploding”

“Daddy!😍😍😍 @ChrisEvans”

Chris ignored the posts on twitter and the text messages. He decided he wasn’t going to tell you because he knew it would make you feel bad and you would blame yourself.

Once you were at the hotel, you grabbed your large suitcase and held Olivia’s car seat in the other hand. You began trudging for the elevator. Chris rushed up beside you and took your suitcase from your hand. 

“You know you could ask for help.” He stated as the elevator doors opened. 

“I know, but I don’t like bothering people.” You said adjusting the grip in the car seat handle. He shook his head and laughed. 

“You are stubborn.” He teased.

“What? Can’t handle it?” You smirked up at him. 

“Oh, I can handle it just fine, baby girl.” Your cheeks turned bright red at the sound of the pet name. You were glad it was just you two and Olivia in the elevator. While in the elevator, you could hear Chris’s phone dinging over and over again.

“Is your phone ringing?” You questioned.

“No, it’s probably just emails.” He said looking in front of him.

“Are you sure?” You looked up at him.

“I’m sure.” Chris said. It continued buzzing. You reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone. “Y/N, it’s nothing.”

You looked at the screen and saw a picture from the airport this morning and 15 notifications from Twitter.

“We’re you going to tell me?” You asked.

“No, I didnt want you to think it was your fault or for you to feel bad.” Chris stated.

“Well, it is my fault! And I do feel bad!” You sighed. “If I hadn’t handed Olivia to you, no one would have taken pictures of you and rumors wouldn’t be spreading that you have a secret child!”

The elevator sounded as you reached the tenth floor. You stepped off and walked to your door.

“Chris, I’m so sorry! I don’t want to make your life anymore complicated than it already is. So if you change your mind about waiting, I’ll understand.” You said as you pushed open your door.

Chris followed you in with your luggage. You set Olivia’s car seat on the bed.

“Y/N, you and Olivia do not complicate anything. Like you said, it’s in the job description.” He said looking down at you. “I want you and I want Olivia. The fact that you’re handling all this so well, makes me want you even more. You are so strong and you are being a hero in my opinion. I will wait as long as I have too.” Chris kissed your forehead.

You just looked up at him. “I don’t think you’re human.” You said. Chris laughed. “You are an Angel.”

“I’m not an angel.” He said. You smiled at him.

“How are you going to handle the rumors?” 

“Don’t worry about that.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

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“Unexpected Gifts” Pt. 5

Story Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started as an intern and worked your way to leading stunt coordinator for the Marvel franchise on the set of the movie “The Avengers: Age of Ultron.” After the first week, you get a call that changes your life forever. You sister took her life, left you with her two month old daughter, and you are falling in love with one shield wielding maniac. 

Pairings: Chris Evan x Reader 

Warnings: None. 

{Part 1}

{Part 2}

{Part 3}

{Part 4}

Monday morning arrived, and you were up groaning at the sound of your alarm that surprisingly didn’t wake the baby. You made some breakfast and packed the diaper bag before Olivia woke up. You didn’t have enough time to find a babysitter, so Olivia joined you at work, you cleared it with everyone first.

Olivia woke up just as you finished getting dressed. With your job, leggings, dry-fit shirts, and tennis shoes were your go-to. You got the crying baby from the crib and calmed her down. You changed her diaper and fed her.

After getting her dressed, you both headed for the car. You pulled into set parking and got out. You grabbed the diaper bag and the car seat. Olivia had fallen asleep on the drive over. 

You walked in the door and into the stage area where all the padding and mats were set up for practicing stunt and fight scenes. You saw Erin and some of the stunt performers. You walked over with a small smile. “Morning!”

They smiled and said good morning. You set the car seat down as Olivia started to wake up.

“Why do you have a baby?” One of the stunt performers asked. Erin shot him a look.

“This is my niece. If you have a problem you can take it up with my sister.” You said. “Oh wait, she’s dead.” You snapped at the guy.

You weren’t in a bad mood so to say, but definitely weren’t in the best of moods. Olivia had cried until 3 o’clock in the morning and you had been clueless on what to do. So you just held her until she decided she had done enough crying and fell asleep. Which meant you only slept for a few hours and it wasn’t even a deep sleep.

You sat and talked with the other coordinators and some of the performers until the cast started to arrive. Scarlett and Chris were the first to arrive. You were sitting in a chair holding Olivia while she had her second bottle of the day. Scarlett got closer and realized it was you.

She gasped. “Y/N, who is this cutie?” She asked looking down at the baby.

You jumped slightly not noticing her. “Oh gosh! You scared me!” You laughed as you looked up at her. “This is Olivia.”

“You never mentioned you had a baby.” Scarlett says.

“Umm, well, because two weeks ago I didn’t have a baby.” You laughed softly. “She is my niece.” You went on to explain the entire situation. Scarlett, of course, gave you her sympathies.

Chris came up behind you and started making faces down at Olivia. She quit taking the bottle and started cooing. You tilted your head back and met Chris’s blue eyes. He was laughing and smiling. 

He reached down and took Olivia from you. She started to gurgle and coo loudly. “Hello to you too, Olivia.”

Scarlett laughed. “I take it they’ve met?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “He met me after I got back from Atlanta, and he helped out with some things.” 

“He did?” She raised her eyebrow. “What did he help with?”

You laughed softly. “Well, he went baby shopping with me, and he put together Olivia’s crib.” Scarlett nodded and laughed.

“Well it’s good to know he’s good for something.” Scarlett teased.

Chris ignored her as he finished feeding Olivia. “Olivia seems to like him, so.” 

“I can see.” Scarlett said. She walked over to Chris and stole Olivia from him. Chris spouted and walked over to you.

“And how is the second most beautiful girl?” Chris bent down to your level.

“Second?” You raised your eyebrow.

“Yeah, Livie is the obviously the first.” He laughed.

You smiled at him. “I’m fine, just tired.”

“Did you not sleep last night?”

“I tried.” You let out a breath. “But Olivia wouldn’t sleep. I tried to put her down at 6:30 and she didn’t go to sleep until three this morning.”

“Well, if she doesn’t sleep tonight, call me and I’ll come hang out with you.” Chris smirked.

“Chris, I’m not calling you in the middle of the night to come hang out just because Olivia won’t sleep.” You laughed.

“Why not?” He smirked. You smiled at him and shook your head. 

“Chris Evans, you are something else.” You thought.

Soon everyone had arrived and the day began. It was a big adjustment having Oliva on set. She did not want to lay in her car seat at all. Every time you tried to lay her down, she would cry. So, you ended up having to hold Olivia and try to show the performers and actors what you wanted them to do.

“Hold on. I don’t like that.” You stopped Scarlett and one of the stunt performers. Olivia was asleep on your shoulder. “Scarlett, I want you to try this.”

You tried to explain it without having to show her, but it just didn’t work. Chris came up behind you and took Olivia. You nodded a thank you to him then continued to explain what you wanted from Scarlett.

12:30 rolled around and that meant lunch. You had spent most of the morning working with Scarlett on her different  scenes. You found Chris in a darker spot of the building.

“Chris, what are you doing?” You asked.

“Shhh. She’s asleep.” He walked over, and Olivia was asleep against his shoulder with her pacifier in her mouth.

You shook your head at him. “Well it’s 12:30, you should go eat. I’ll take her.” You reached for her.

“I’m not really hungry.” He stated as he looked down at Olivia. 

“Chris, we are working a lot with you after lunch. You need to go eat. And Olivia needs her bottle.” You said to Chris.

“I just fed her.” He smiled at you. “You were with Scarlett and you looked like you were in the grove, so I did it.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Well, thank you. My list of debts to you continues grow. Now, please give me my baby and go eat.”

“And what about you? Who’s going to make sure you eat?” He raised his eyebrow as he passed Olivia over to you.

“I have a protein bar.” You told him.

“That’s not lunch.” Chris stated. “Come with me to get lunch.”

“Chris, I wish I could, but we have a meeting with the director.”

Chris sighed and nodded. “Alright.” He started to walk away, but came back. 

“What?” You raised your eyebrow. Without a word, Chris gently kissed your cheek then headed for the door.

You couldn’t stop smiling as you walked to your bag. You didn’t want to tell Chris no, but you had a meeting with the stunt crew and the director. 

Thankfully, Olivia slept through the entire meeting. After that, you changed her diaper and waited for the cast to return. It was just you, Olivia and a few other people, but they were on the opposite side of the room.

Olivia was awake and laying on a blanket on one of the pads. You were sitting beside her. She cooed as she held onto a rubber toy.

Chris walked in the door and immediately spotted you. He walked over with a bag from a cafe in his hand.

He handed you the bag without saying anything then began to play with Olivia.

“Chris, what is this?” You asked opening the bag.

He shrugged not even looking at you. You huffed and rolled your eyes. Inside the bag was a grilled chicken Caesar salad.

“Chris, you didn’t have to do this” You laughed. Chris smiled down at Olivia. 

“That is better than a lame protein bar.” He said. “And, if I remember from the first time we worked together, you probably didn’t even eat your protein bar.” He gave you a stern look as he picked up Olivia. 

Chris wasn’t wrong. In the beginning of your career, you had a knack for forgetting to eat lunch, and you hated to admit, but it was something you were still prone to doing.

You looked down in shame, letting Chris know he was right. You went to grab your protein bar then one of your co-workers called you name, and then Olivia woke up after the meeting. After looking at the food in the bag, your stomach was growling.

“Thank you.” You said glancing at Chris. He just smiled and nodded. You ate the salad before the rest of the cast arrived.

The last half of the day went well. Olivia decided she would lay in her car seat and play with her toys. You kept the car seat close by, so you could keep an eye on her.

Finally, the day ended and you were strapping Olivia into the car seat to take her to the car.

“Hey Y/N!” Scarlett called out. You turned around to face her. “Here is short list of some the people I’ve used to watch my kids and my number is on there. So if you need something, let me know.”

You smiled at her. “Thank you Scarlett. This means a lot. Y’all have been the best to me through all this and I can’t thank you enough.”

“No need to thank me.” She smiled. “You’ve worked hard in the last few weeks, so this is my way of repaying you.” Scarlett chuckled.

After talking to Scarlett, you grabbed the diaper bag and picked up Olivia in her car seat. “Alright Livie, lets go home.” 

You walked out into the parking lot and unlocked your car. You put Olivia in and shut the door. It was just after 6 o’clock, so your plan was to pick something up on the way home.

You were opening your car door when you heard your name being called. You knew it was Chris and you couldn’t help but smile. He jogged over with a smile. “I just wanted to tell you that you did an awesome job today with having to balance Olivia and such an active job.”

You blushed and smiled. “Thank you Chris. Hopefully next week I will have found a sitter.”

“Oh come on now, you know everyone enjoyed having her around.” He chuckled.

“You might have enjoyed her, but not everyone did.” You sighed.

“You know getting a sitter will be pointless. Because in three weeks we start filming and you’ll be traveling for that.” He said.

You weren’t sure what Chris’s angle was, but he had a point.

“I know, but even if it is just for three weeks, it will be easier on everyone. I will definitely think about it though.”

He nodded. “Have a good night, and I’ll see you in the morning.” Chris leaned over and kissed your cheek for the second time that day.

You smiled at him. “You too, Chris.”

He walked off, and you got into your car. You picked up Chinese for dinner then you drove home. You got inside and took Olivia out of her car seat. You let her lay on the floor on a blanket, so she could stretch out and play, and you could eat. 

You ate pretty quickly then attempted to put Olivia to bed. It took some time, but you got her to sleep, that you were thankful for.

You showered and laid around in the living room for a while. You were concentrating on flipping between channels when you heard your phone buzz against the coffee table.

Chris- “Hey, I’m sorry about what I said earlier. I don’t know what I was trying to accomplish with that. I just like having Olivia around. She brightens up the whole place. I’ve just been thinking that I was kind of a jerk.”

You- “It’s ok. I didn’t think you are a jerk.”

Chris- “Ok good. I don’t want to mess things up between us and I thought maybe I had.”

You- “I think it would take more than a silly comment to mess things up. I know you meant well.”

Chris- “Ok. I feel better now. Is Olivia asleep?”

You- “Yeah, she’s been down for about thirty minutes. I’m not far behind her.”

Chris- “Good, I’m glad she’s asleep. I’ll see you in the morning. Good night:)”

You- “Good night”

You quietly went into your room and got in bed. You fell asleep with a smile on your face, thinking of Chris

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“Unexpected Gifts″ Pt. 4

 Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started as an intern and worked your way to leading stunt coordinator for the Marvel franchise on the set of the movie “The Avengers: Age of Ultron.” After the first week, you get a call that changes your life forever. You sister took her life, left you with her two month old daughter, and you are falling in love with one shield wielding maniac. 

Pairings: Chris Evan x Reader 

Warnings: None. 

A/N: In honor of this gorgeous man’s birthday! 

{Part 1}    

{Part 2} 

{Part 3}

“How much did you hear?” Chris asked as his cheeks turned red.

“Enough.” You said with a smile. “Do you mean that?”

“Yes, Y/N, every word. You are kind, you are caring, and you are absolutely beautiful.” Chris walked over to you, smiling like a child. Olivia was fast asleep against his chest.

You glanced down at Olivia then back up at Chris. “Chris, I like you. I really do, but with every thing that has happened in the last week, I need some time.” 

“Y/N, I will give you as much time as you need. And when you’re ready, I’ll be here.” He smiled at you.

You smiled brightly. Finally, in all the darkness you’ve felt over the last week, your light was standing in front of you. “You’re amazing, you know that right?” You asked rhetorically with a laugh.

“I’ve been told that, but I don’t see it.” He flashed you a grin. “Here, you take Olivia, and I’ll go work on the crib. You just need to tell me where to put it.”

You gently took your sleeping niece from Chris. “Right, I guess it needs to go in my bedroom.”

Chris began dragging the box to your bedroom to assemble the crib. You followed him into the bedroom and flipped the lights on. Your room wasn’t huge but it had enough room to add the crib, if you moved some things around.

“Maybe if you move your desk out to the living room and slide your bed over, that will give you plenty of space to put the crib against that wall.” Chris stood by the door with his hands on hips.

“Alright Cap, do as you must.” You said with a laugh. Chris chuckled and looked at you. “You’re probably going to need my help, so I’m going to lay her in the car seat and bring it in here.”

Chris nodded as you left the room. You laid Olivia down in the car seat and brought it your room. Chris was moving things off your desk, so it would be easier to move. You put the car seat out of the way.

You and Chris moved the desk out of your room and into the living room. After moving your bed around, Chris started working on the crib. You picked up Olivia, who was now awake, and sat on the bed.

“I’m glad you offered to do that, because I would have had a melt down just looking at the box.” You said with a laugh. Olivia was laying on the bed gurgling. “Livie agrees with me.”

Chris laughed as he turned to look at you. “It’s not too hard. This is not the first time I’ve put together one of these.” He smiled at you. 

Within an hour, the crib was put together. You put the mattress in and the sheets on. You set up the baby monitor as well. “Thank you Chris.” You smiled up at him as he admired his handy work.

“Quit saying that. It’s getting repetitive.” He said with a laugh.

Before you could get a word out, Olivia started cooing loudly. You both laughed and walked over to her. She was cooing and flailing her arms and legs.

“Someone is a happy girl!” You said in a high pitch as you tickled her sides. Olivia continued to coo as she looked up at you and Chris.

“You’re happy because I put your bed together, yeah?” He picked her up as she continued to coo. “Oh yeah, I completely understand.” Chris chuckled as he acted to have a conversation with cooing baby.

“Well, while y’all have your very intriguing conversation, I’m going order some pizza.” You patted Chris on the shoulder then kissed Olivia.

You grabbed your phone and found the number for your favorite pizza place. “Hey, what kind of pizza do you like?” You called out to Chris.

“I eat anything. Whatever you want to get is fine with me.”

You ordered a pepperoni pizza and a thing of garlic bread. After ordering the pizza, you began unpackaging everything you bought. Once everything was unboxed, you started reorganizing the cabinets to make room for everything. Chris heard the clanging of the plates, so he came into the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” He laughed as he watched you stand on a barstool to move things to a high shelf.

“I had to make room for all the stuff.” You said with a laugh. “By the way, I ordered pepperoni pizza and garlic bread.”

“Perfect.” He smiled. Chris was still holding Olivia. She was cooing and gurgling.

While you were continuing to reorganize, Chris continued to play with Olivia. You could hear them from the kitchen. Chris was talking to her, and she just giggled and cooed. It filled your stomach with butterflies and you couldn’t help but smile.

There was a knock at the door, Chris got up from the floor to answer the door, but you came running out of the kitchen, like a bat out of hell, and beat him to the door. You did not want him to pay for anything else. You grabbed money from your wallet and opened the door. You paid for the pizza then closed the door.

“I’m starving.” You said walking to the kitchen. Chris scooped up Olivia and followed you to the kitchen. You grabbed two plates from the cabinet then grabbed a bottle and formula.

You passed Chris a plate then began to mix Olivia’s bottle. Once you finished mixing it, you went to reach for Olivia.

“I want to do it.” Chris sounded like a little kid. You laughed and handed him the bottle.

“Alright.” You laughed. You opened the pizza box and grabbed two slices and a bread stick.

You fixed a plate for Chris and placed it in front of him while he fed Olivia. He was sitting on a barstool, so you sat next to him.

You watched as he was able to feed Olivia and feed himself at the same time. “Now that is talent.” You smiled at him.

Chris chuckled. “I’ve had practice.” You smiled and continued working on your pizza.

“Well, you will have to show me. I’m very inexperienced.”

“I will be happy too.”

You blushed a little and finished your pizza. Olivia finished her bottle, and you offered to burp her so Chris could finish eating. He passed her to you.

“Now Livie we are going to have a problem if you spit up on me again.” You told her as you laid her on your shoulder. You patted her back until she burped. You made it away clean this time.

Olivia started to yawn and get fussy. “I’m guessing that means, she is tired.”

Chris nodded in agreement as he finished his pizza. You stood up and carried her to your room. You made sure she had a clean diaper before putting her pajama onesie on her. She began to cry more. You put her pacifier in her mouth, held her against you and began to hum softly.

It took about ten minutes, but after that she was out. You laid her down in the crib and quietly left the room, grabbing the monitor as you did.

Chris was cleaning up the kitchen and putting the pizza away. “I could have done that.” You said walking over to him.

“I know, but you were putting Olivia down.” He said walking over closer to you. You smiled up at him.

“Thank-“ Chris cut you off with a kiss. You instantly kissed back. Chris’s hand rested at your waist. He pulled away.

“I told you to stop saying that.” He smirked. “I also wanted you to know what’s waiting for you.”

You blushed every shade of red. “Were you hoping that would speed up the waiting?”

“No, not at all. I just really wanted to kiss you.” He said ducking his head. “But I won’t do it again, if it made you uncomfortable or makes you think I’m trying to rush you.” He started to ramble.

“Chris, I’m not uncomfortable and I don’t think you’re rushing me.” You said placing your hand on his arm.

“Ok good.” He smiled at you. “I should probably head out, so you can get ready for bed. Your sleep schedule may turn to shit.” He laughed softly.

“Oh Chris, don’t jinx me.” You joked. You walked with him to the door. He smiled at you as he opened your apartment door.

“I really like being around you.” Chris said. “And Olivia is definitely a plus.”

You smiled up at him. “I really like having you around.”

He leaned down and kissed your cheek. “I’ll see you on Monday. Call me if you need anything.” Chris walked out, and you were left on cloud nine.

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“Unexpected Gifts″ Pt. 3

Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started with an internship and worked your way into the position of stunt coordinator by the age of 25. Your life was finally working out, You were finishing the first week of training with the Marvel cast for "Avengers: Age of Ultron." You had it all put together until your younger sister took her life, left you full custody of her two-month-old daughter, and you found the love of your life. (Based off Chris’s movie “Gifted”)

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death/suicide/cussing

{Part 1}  {Part 2}

A/N: I told myself I was going to update once a week, but I’ve already written through part 6. So, I was getting impatient with myself. I’m not sure how many parts this will have but it has 6 complete parts so far. 

“What?” You looked at your mom in utter shock. Your mother dropped a bomb on you, well at least that’s what it felt like.

“I know, it’s a shock, and with your career you don’t need a baby.” Your mom said. You looked down at your niece as she cooed in your arms. She didn’t deserve any of what was happening. 

“No, I-“ You stopped. “I will take her. I know you and dad are capable, but I think it would be better for everyone if I took her.” 

“Honey, are you sure? Your career is taking off and you have such odd hours.” Your mother was just wanting to make sure you knew you had options.

“I’m sure.” You said. “If that’s what she wanted then that’s what I will do.” You kissed your niece on her chubby cheeks and she giggled.

Your mom nodded. “Alright hun.” She squeezed your hand again.

You ate breakfast, and felt like your haze was getting thicker. Most of the day was spent sitting around and talking. Your parents went and made arrangements for your sister’s funeral.

You texted Chris throughout the day, but you never told him about your niece. As the day progressed, you needed to tell someone. Finally, you messaged Chris and asked if you could call him. He, of course, said yes.

You tapped the phone icon under his name and it began ringing. You were sitting on the back patio as Olivia napped in her swing.

“Hey Y/N! How are you doing?” He asked.

“Umm, well I was doing better until my mom informed me of something.” You told Chris.

“What was the news? I’m guessing it was something big.” Chris asked, genuinely wanting to know what was bothering you.

“My sister has appointed me to become the legal guardian of my niece. She never told me she was doing that.” You admitted to Chris. “She’s two months old.” 

“Oh.” Chris was unsure of what to say. 

“I know I just unloaded that on you, but I needed to tell someone. And you were the only person who knows what’s going on.” You sighed.

“Well, umm-” Chris stuttered. You could tell Chris was struggling. “I’ll help you figure things out.” 

“Chris, you don’t have to do that. I also wouldn’t even know where to start.” You told him.

“Y/N, you are going to need help. Let me help you.” Chris said.

You sighed. “Alright, alright. I will accept your help.”

“Good because you were going to get it any way.” 

Your niece began to cry. You stuck the phone between your shoulder and your ear and went to pick her up. “Shh, it’s ok, it’s ok. Aunt Sissy is here.” You sat down in your chair. 

“Aunt Sissy?” Chris questioned. You forgot he could hear you.

“Yes, when my sister and I were little kids she couldn’t say my name, so she called me sissy. So, we figured why not be Aunt sissy.” You explained to him. 

“I like it.” He said. “I’m just plain ole Uncle Chris.” He laughed. 

“There’s nothing wrong with that.” You told him.

You and Chris talked for a few more minutes then you ended the call. Your parents came home after a while. You and your niece were both asleep on the couch. 

The next few days were a blur. You attended the funeral of your sister and finalized documents to become the legal guardian of your niece.

It had been a week. You knew you had to get back to L.A. and back to work. It was Friday morning and you were able to book a flight back to L.A. for the next morning, but this time you had to mark that you were flying with a baby. You were slightly dreading the flight home. Five hours on a plane with a two month old, that was definitely uncharted waters for you. 

That night, you packed your suitcase and Olivia’s things. You told your parents to keep everything your sister had bought at there house. You would just have to buy new things after you were back in L.A. 

That night, you couldn’t sleep. Your mind just wouldn’t shut down. Every scenario, good and bad, were going through your head. You checked the clock and it was almost 3 a.m. You groaned and just stared at the ceiling. You weren’t sure when, but eventually you fell asleep. 

7 a.m. rolled around much quicker than you wanted it too. You groaned as you turned your alarm off. You got up, got dressed, and finished off both yours and your nieces packing.

You woke Olivia up, fed her, and got her dressed for the flight. Your nerves were still on end wondering how the flight was going to go. Your dad helped bring your things to the car as you loaded everything.

“Are you going to be ok?” Your dad asked.

“I think I will be fine.” You told him. “I have a friend who is already offering to help me.”

He nodded as he closed the back of the car. You both walked inside to get Olivia.

Your parents drove you to the airport. They kissed Olivia goodbye then you.

“Call us, no matter what time, if you need anything.” Your mom said. You nodded and hugged her. You were grateful that your sister had purchased one of the infant carriers that you wear, so your hands were free. It was an odd feeling, walking around with a baby. People looked at you when normally no one would look your way.

You got your boarding pass and headed to your gate. After grabbing a coffee and a muffin, you sat down at your gate. You audibly sighed when you sat down. You looked down at Olivia, she was fast asleep. You ate your muffin and drank your coffee before your boarded your flight.

While you were waiting at the gate, your phone rang. You looked down and it was Chris. You slide over on the screen to answer and put the phone to your ear.

“Hello?” You asnwered.

“Good morning Y/N! What are you up too?” Chris asked.

“I’m at the airport waiting on my flight.” You said. “Chris isn’t it like 6 a.m. in L.A.?” You questioned.

He glanced at his alarm clock. “Oh yeah, it is. I just woke up and I thought since we didn’t talk much yesterday, I’d give you a call.”

You smiled. “Why are you up at 6 on a Saturday? I’d be sleeping until noon.” You laughed softly.

“I don’t even know why myself.” He laughed. “I went to bed pretty early last night, so maybe that’s why.”

“Well, I was the opposite. I didn’t go to sleep until 3 then I woke up at 7 and was at the airport by 9.”

“Wow! You made it to the airport in an that amount of time with a baby? That’s impressive.” Chris commended you.

“Yeah, I guess I did. It wasn’t that bad. I got up, got dressed, dressed Olivia and my dad drove us to the airport. It’s a 45 minute drive from my parents house to the airport.” You told Chris.

“How is Olivia doing?” He asked. You smiled to yourself. Most people probably wouldn’t ask.

“She’s doing well, I think. I can ask, but I don’t know if I would get a response.” You laughed softly as did Chris. “I’m worried about the time change though. For an adult, you just take a nap and all will be fine. I don’t know how it affects a baby.” You admitted to Chris.

Over the week, you realized you felt something towards him. You didn’t want to admit to yourself what that was, but you would admit it was something.

“I don’t really know.” He said with a sigh.

“Chris, I’m worried. I don’t know anything about babies. I know they are cute and you have to change their diapers, but that’s it!” You said to him.

“Well, my sisters have a few kids and I know a little bit about babies. I will be glad to help you out.” Chris assured you.

“Thank you.” You smiled. Your conversation continued for another twenty minutes. You talked about work and how you were doing.

Your flight was being announced so you had to say goodbye. “I’ll be back in L.A. around lunch.” You told Chris before ending the call.

You grabbed your backpack and stood. It was different now that you had Olivia with you. People were more careful around you, they seemed to take notice of your prescense.

Your parents paid for your flight home and they booked using Delta so your seat was classified as Comfort plus. You had a bit more room than a normal seat, which was nice considering you were traveling with a baby. You got comfortable and removed the carrier, it was kind of a relief.

The flight attendants were super helpful and even offered you some tips after you admitted you had never flown with a baby. Right as the flight began to take off, Olivia began crying.

You started panicking. You knew it was probably the pressure in her ears from the takeoff because you felt it in your own ears. You reached into the diaper bag and grabbed a bottle.

You clicked the button on the bottle to drop the powder into the water. You shook the bottle then held it for Olivia. She immediately calmed down and started eating. You sighed in relief. After her bottle, you burped her and she fell asleep almost instantly.

The rest of the flight was calm. You changed her diaper, fed her again, and she slept. Finally, you landed in L.A.

You made your way into the airport to grab your luggage and Olivia’s car seat. Once you had everything, you made it to your car. You loaded Olivia’s car seat then her, then your luggage.

You finally got into your car and took a deep breath. “We made it Livie.” You grabbed your phone and texted Chris that you had landed and were headed home.

Thirty minutes later, you were pulling into your apartment. You somehow manage to get everything into your apartment in one trip. You took Olivia out of her car seat and she stretched and yawn. “Girly, you must like to sleep.” You laughed as you laid her down the couch cushion beside you.

You checked your phone and saw a message from Chris.

Chris- “Good. If you don’t mind, I wanted to stop by later. Only if it’s ok with you.”

You- “Of course! I would really like that.”

Olivia started cooing and gurgling. “What are you saying Livie? Are you excited to meet Chris?” You laughed. She continued to gurgle.

Chris- “I’ll be there in about an hour.”

You- “Alrighty! See you soon!”

As you were waiting on Chris, you started smelling something, and you knew exactly where it was coming from. You look over at Olivia. She had this grin on her face looking back at you.

“You are something else.” You laughed and went to grab the diaper bag. You laid the changing mat down on the floor then Olivia. You unbuttoned the onesie and started holding your breath. There was a knock at the door right as you undid the diaper.

You knew it had to be Chris. “Come in!” You called out. The door opened and Chris smiled at you.

“Am I interrupting something?” He laughed.

You shook your head and laughed. “No, you’re not interrupting.” You finished changing Olivia’s diaper without any sort of disaster. So, you patted yourself on the back for that.

You picked her up off the floor and disposed of the diaper. You went back to the living room where Chris was standing.

“Chris, I’d like you to meet Olivia.” You said smiling as you held her. “I call her Livie.” Chris smile down at her.

“May I?” He reached for her.

“Of course!” You gently passed her to Chris.

“Hello Olivia!” He cooed at the baby as she giggled.

You smiled at him and sat down. As you watched him hold Olivia, your buried feelings started to surface. You looked at his arms and how much smaller Olivia seemed in them.

She gurgled and cooed as she looked Chris. “She must like you.” You teased him.

“You think?” He raised his eyebrow and smiled at you. “She’s beautiful like her aunt.”

You blushed. “I bet her mom was beautiful too.” Chris said sitting down on the couch.

“She was.”

He looked at you then down at Olivia who was yawning. “I think someone is sleepy.” He chuckled.

“I bet.” After you said that, you began thinking you didn’t have anything you needed for Olivia. No crib, no changing table, no diapers, no nothing. Chris noticed your expression changed in a matter seconds.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“I don’t have anything she needs, Chris. I have a car seat and a diaper bag.” You said putting your face in your hands.

“Well then let’s go. Let’s get Olivia everything she needs.” Chris smiled at you.

“What? Now?” You looked up at him.

“Yeah. We can go to Target, Walmart. I don’t know, we will find somewhere.”

You sighed and nodded. “Ok.”

Olivia was asleep in Chris’s arms. You walked over and grabbed the car seat. You sat it on the coffee table in front of Chris. He gently placed Olivia into the car seat and strapped her in.

You smiled watching him do it. He was gentle with her. The way he smiled at Olivia as he buckled her in made your heart melt.

“Alright, lets go.” He said as he stood up. “You can just get a few of the essential things. A crib, diapers, wipes, formula, bottles.” He listed them off.

You nodded. You went to grab the handle of the car seat but Chris stopped you. “Let me.” He said.

He grabbed the handle and carried the car seat to your car. He locked the car seat into place then shut the door quietly. You were sitting in the driver’s seat waiting. He leaned down.

“I know you’re tired, so I’ll be driving.” You gave him a soft smile and willingly went around to the passenger side.

Over the next couple of hours, you, Chris and Olivia shopped for the essentials. You decided on a simple, white crib, nothing extravagant at the moment. You picked up several sets of pink sheets for the crib.

As you shopped, people were giving you odd looks. Who wouldn’t? Two people with a baby shopping for baby things now, that’s technically backwards. But, you paid no mind to the people in the stores.

The shopping ended and you three headed back to your apartment. It’s was around five in the afternoon when you got all the boxes and bags inside.

While shopping, you saw a swing and you knew how much Olivia loved her swing at your parents. You told your self you wouldn’t get it right now, but you looked down at Olivia and caved. That was the first thing put together.

Everything was inside the apartment. Chris was setting down the last bag as you held Olivia on the couch.

“Chris, I can’t thank you enough.” You smiled at him as he walked over and sat beside you. “I don’t know how I’m going to repay you for everything you’ve done for me and now Olivia.”

“Y/N, you don’t have to repay me.” He said looking down at you. “Everything I’ve done, I did because I wanted to.”

A tear slid down your cheek. “No, no, no! Don’t cry.” He said wiping the tear. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“I know you didn’t. I don’t even know why I’m crying.” You said with a small laugh. “You have been so nice to me through out all of this, I’m also sleep deprived and still pretty emotional.”

Chris smiled at you. Before either of you could say anything, Olivia started to cry. You looked down at her and tried to figure out what she wanted. You checked her diaper and it was clean.

“Want me to make a bottle?” Chris asked standing up to reach for the diaper bag.

You nodded as you held Olivia’s pacifier in her mouth. She continued to cry. Chris mixed the bottle and warmed it.

“Here you go pretty girl!” He said replacing the pacifier with the bottle. She started sucking down the bottle. You laughed softly at how quickly she was eating.

As she ate, Chris sat down beside you. Your mind couldn’t help but wonder to the future. What if this was your future? You, Chris and a another baby. Maybe you did want something with Chris, but just not right at the moment. You need some time to adjust with Olivia. And if you were reading Chris right, he would wait until you were ready.

You glanced over at him. He was looking down at Olivia in your arms. She was almost done with the bottle. Her eyes were wide open and she was looking back at Chris.

“Oh yeah, I think she really likes you.” You laughed. “She can’t take her eyes off you. I don’t blame her though.” You smiled at him.

Chris blushed. “You don’t?” He raised his eyebrow.

“Not one bit.” You smiled.

Chris chuckled unsure of what to say. You quickly realized how forward you were.

“I’m sorry, that was very out of line.” You apologized.

“No, don’t apologize. It’s totally ok.” He said. “How I about I start putting together that crib?” Chris smiled. You nodded as your cheeks burned with embarrassment. Chris stood up and went to work.

Olivia finished her bottle, and your burped her. You heard her burp then felt something warm running down your shoulder. “Oh Livie! Why?” You groaned.

Chris turned his head and saw the problem. He walked over and took Olivia. He couldn’t help but laugh, just a little. “Olivia, why would you do that?” He wiped her face.

“I’m going to change shirts.” You turned and went to your room to find a clean shirt. When you returned, you found Chris with Olivia pressed to his chest as he swayed. You smiled watching the scene.

“You know Olivia, I really like your aunt. She’s so kind and loving and caring, but you already know that. And she’s absolutely beautiful.” Chris spoke to your niece.

Your cheeks flushed red as you listened to him go on. You cleared your throat and he quickly turned towards you.

“How much did you hear?” 

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“Unexpected Gifts″ Pt. 2

Summary: After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started with an internship and worked your way into the position of stunt coordinator by the age of 25. Your life was finally working out, You were finishing the first week of training with the Marvel cast for "Avengers: Age of Ultron." You had it all put together until your younger sister took her life, left you full custody of her two-month-old daughter, and you found the love of your life. (Based off Chris’s movie “Gifted”)

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death/suicide/cursing 

Part 1

Morning came and Chris’s phone was chiming every five seconds. He woke up, slightly confused by his surroundings. Chris shook his head and looked down at the weight he felt on his chest. You were asleep on top of him. Your head resting in the center of his chest. He tried to stay still so he didn’t wake you, but he failed. Your eyes fluttered open and you looked up at him. Chris could see how puffy and red your eyes were.

“Morning.” He said softly. 

You smiled softly. “Morning.” Chris’s phone chimed again and he reached out to grab it. His phone was full of text notifications from Scarlett, his brother, and a few others. 

“What time is it?” You sat up and looked at him. 

“10:15.” Chris told you. You nodded and walked to the kitchen. You started brewing a pot of coffee then began searching for something to cure your hunger. 

“Would you like some coffee?” You offered. 

“Coffee sounds amazing.” Chris answered all his messages then joined you in the kitchen. “How are you this morning?”

“Umm, I honestly don’t know. I don’t know how to feel. I think maybe once I’m home and able to get closure I will be able to process my feelings clearly.” You told him as you handed him a mug filled with coffee. “I still feel like I’m in a haze. Like this is some sick episode of one of those prank shows.”

Chris wasn’t sure if it was appropriate to laugh, so he didn’t. He fixed his coffee to his liking then watched you as you moved about in the kitchen. He hated himself for picturing his future like this. You making breakfast as his just stands idly watching. 

“Chris, I want to say thank you. You didn’t have to drive me home or stay the night with me, but you did. It shows how much you care even though we have been friends for a short amount of time. So, thank you.” You walked over and kissed his cheek. His skin was set on fire by your kiss and he hated how much he was falling for you while you’re in such a vulnerable state. 

You cooked bacon, eggs, and toast for breakfast. Chris sat beside you at the bar as you both ate, silently. It wasn’t an awkward silence, it was peaceful and content like you had done it a million times. 

He watched you from the door as you packed your suitcase. “Is there anyone at work that needs to know what is going on?” Chris asked. He didn’t want your job on the line over something out of your control. 

“I forgot! I have to call Erin.” You said reaching for your phone. Erin was the other stunt coordinator for the movie. You told him about the emergency, not in full detail, but it was enough for him to get the picture. 

You finished packing and checked the time, a quarter after one. You sighed and looked at Chris. “I guess I should get dressed and ready to leave.” 

He nodded. “You’re right. I’ll leave you to it.” Chris turned and headed for the door. You followed. 

“How are you going to get home?” You asked. 

“I got an Uber, so I’m going to wait outside.”

“Chris, you don’t have to wait outside. You’ll get noticed in a heart beat, just stay up here until it gets here.” You said. 

Chris’s heart skipped. He could tell you cared for him. You did, no doubt about it. He was kind to you from the moment you met. It didn’t hurt that he was attractive. 

You got dressed and finished packing the last of your necessities. “Y/N!” Chris called out. “My uber is here.” 

You joined him in the living room. “Thank you, again Chris.” You said to him as you wrapped your arms around him. He gently wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“Anytime, doll.” He pulled away with a small smile. You kissed his cheek one more time then walked with him to the door. “Let me know when you’re back in town.” Chris said. 

“How will I do that? I don’t have your number.” You stated.

He pulled out his phone and handed it to you. You entered your number then returned it. “Now I have yours. If you don’t mind, I plan on checking in on you.” Chris said. “Oh, that sounded stalkerish.” He couldn’t help but laugh and neither could you. “There’s that beautiful smile.” You blushed. 

“I don’t mind, please check in on me.” You said with a grin. He nodded before making his way down to the parking lot.

It finally was time to head to the airport. You rolled your suitcase to the door and grabbed your backpack. Everything was ready for you to head to the airport. You turned off all the lights and locked your door. After loading your car, you drove straight to LAX.

You got inside the airport, through security and finally sat down in front of your gate. Your boarding pass was laying in your lap and you looked down at it. You started reading it and noticed it was a first class ticket. Then you started to think. Chris booked your flight, and you didn’t give him your credit card information. You reached the conclusion that he had paid for your flight. You felt terrible about it.

“Why would he do that?” You thought. You sighed and leaned your head back. Against the hard airport seat. And you couldn’t text him to complain because you don’t have his number.

Boarding for your flight began. You stood as your section was called. As you scanned your boarding pass, your phone chimed signaling a text. You decided to wait until you were situated on the plane before answering.

Once in your seat, you pulled your phone from your pocket. There was no name, just a number. Your knew it had to be Chris. You felt your heart rate pick up just slightly.

Message:

Unknown- “Hey Y/N! It’s Chris. I just wanted to check in, make sure you made it to the airport.”

You smiled after reading the message. You put his name in your contacts before responding.

You- “Hey. I made it to the airport and I’ve boarded my flight. I’m also mad at you at the moment. You booked me in first class and paid for my flight!”

Chris- “I’m glad you made it safely. Well you can be mad at me all you want. And don’t even think about trying to pay me back.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes. He had proven to be slightly difficult. You debated on how to respond. While you were debating the announcement to begin powering down devices sounded. You quickly typed your response.

You- “I’m going to repay you! We are getting ready to take off. I’ll let you know when I land.”

After sending the message you turned off your phone and put it away. You relaxed into your seat and just prepared for the flight ahead.

The flight home was just under five hours and you slept most of the way. You woke up just a few minutes before landing. As you landed, the feelings of the entire situation started to weigh on you.

You sighed as the plane touched down and began to taxi to the gate. After exiting the plane, you checked your phone. It was close to one in the morning. You texted your parents to let them know you had landed. You ordered an Uber as you walked to baggage claim.

You grabbed your suitcase and waited. While you waited, you debated on texting Chris. In your head it was late, it was 1 a.m. to you. Then you remembered it was only 10 p.m. in L.A.

You clicked his messages and began to type.

You- “Hey just letting you know, I made it to Atlanta. I’m waiting on my Uber now.”

You sent the text and closed your phone. Within a few minutes you received a response.

Chris- “Good! Glad you made it safely.”

Before you could respond, your Uber arrived. The driver helped you load your bags and you left the airport. It was a 45 minute drive to your parent’s house, so you pulled your phone out to text Chris.

As you started typing, Chris sent another message.

Chris- “What time is it there?”

You- “It’s 1 a.m. here. I feel like a zombie.”

Chris- “Damn, I bet you do.”

You- “I slept most of the flight but I think that added to my zombieness😂 but I’m still going to pass out as soon as I get in the bed.”

After sending the text, your eyes started feel heavy. You ended up falling asleep on the ride to your parent’s house.

Forty-five minutes later you pulled up in front of your parents house. You grabbed your luggage and walked to the front door. Using the key under the mat, you opened the door.

You walked in expecting everyone to be asleep, but your mom was sitting in the living room. You gasped seeing her in dimly lit room.

“Mom! You scared me!” You said quietly.

“Oh honey, I’m sorry. I was waiting up on you.” She said standing up to greet you at the door.

“Why? You didn’t have to do that.” You said hugging her tightly.

“I know, but I wanted too.” She squeezed you and kissed your cheek. “I know you’re tired, so I’ll let you head up to bed. We can talk in the morning.” She said before letting you go.

“Good night mama, I love you.” You told her before heading up stairs to your old bedroom.

“I love you too.” She said.

You went upstairs and sighed. You put your suitcase in the corner and flopped on the bed. Sliding your phone from your pocket, you see a message from Chris that was sent almost thirty minutes before.

Chris- “Well, I hope you sleep well when you finally make it to a bed.”

You- “Thank you! I just made it to my parent’s. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Good night!”

Chris responded almost instantly.

Chris- “Good night!”

You put your phone on the charger and put your pajamas on. You crawled into the bed and passed out within a few minutes.

The next morning, you woke up around ten and went straight for the bathroom. You took a shower and washed away all the airport grime.

Once you were dressed, you made your way downstairs into the kitchen. Your mom was sitting at the kitchen table holding your two month old niece, Olivia. Your dad was standing at the stove making breakfast.

Seeing your niece instantly made you tear up. You sat down beside your mom as the tears slid down your cheeks. She reached over and held your hand. “We are going to make it through all this.”

You nodded. Your mother was a strong women and you knew that. She had always told you, “In hard times you have two options, to either hide under the covers and whither away or hold your head up and become a stronger person.”

Your niece began fussing and you reached to take her from your mom. You gently held her in your arms as she stopped fussing. “Y/N, we have some things that we need to talk about.” Your mother said.

“Like what?” You raised your eyebrow as your dad placed a plate of pancakes in front of you.

“Well, the papers left by your sister state in case of emergencies or death guardianship of Olivia will be given to you.”

You looked at your mother, speechless. “What?” 

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“Unexpected Gifts” Pt. 1

Special thanks to @itsmycorneroftheinternet​ for helping me with the title!

Story Summary:  After college, you moved to L.A. to begin pursuing your dream in the movie industry. You started with an internship and worked your way into the position of stunt coordinator by the age of 25. Your life was finally working out, You were finishing the first week of training with the Marvel cast for "Avengers: Age of Ultron." You had it all put together until your younger sister took her life, left you full custody of her two-month-old daughter, and you found the love of your life. (Based of Chris’s movie “Gifted”)

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of suicide but no in depth details.

The first week of training with the cast was awesome. Everyone was open to your opinion on the different scenes. The cast themselves was something else. They welcomed you with open arms. You had worked with Chris Evans before on set of "Captain America: The First Avenger." It was nice to have a familiar face on set on the first day. The first week went by in a flash. Time flies when your having fun, isn't that the saying?

The week ended, and Chris invited you to join him and the rest of the cast for drinks. You debated on your answer until he flashed his signature smile, and you agreed. You were all sitting in a big corner booth, away from the front of the bar, laughing and joking. You sat between Chris and Scarlett. Chris was telling a story when your phone started ringing. You glanced down and noticed it was your mom. She never called that late, so you knew something was up. You excused yourself and slipped outside the bar to answer the phone.

While you were outside, the rest of the cast instantly gave Chris a look. "So, she is the girl from a couple a years ago?" Robert asked him. Chris raised his eyebrow and looked at him.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He said while a blush crept onto his cheeks.

The table erupted in laughter. "Well, even if it's not, the way you look at her obviously says you feel something." Scarlett smiled. 

"I won't lie to you, she's cute, and she's kind-hearted, but she is also confident and bold and is not afraid to voice her opinion." Everyone at the table smiled at Chris's words. 

You ended the call with your mother. The call was one, no one ever wants to receive in their life. Your sister had taken her life just two months after having a baby. Tears were streaming down your face as you walked to the table to retrieve your purse. 

"Y/N, what's wrong?" Chris was the first to ask and the first to notice the tears. You wiped at your cheeks and sniffed. "Nothing, I just have to go." You said feeling bad for dampening the mood of the table.

 Scarlett gave Chris a look. "Y/N, you can't drive home like this. At least let one of us drive you home." You didn't want to speak, knowing your voice would crack, so you nodded. Chris handed you your bag and wrapped his arm around your shoulder as he walked you out of the bar. 

The two of you walked to your car. You passed him your keys before sliding into the passenger side of your vehicle. Your tears had stopped. Chris walked around to the driver's side and started the car.

"Y/N, I understand if you don't want to talk, but I want you to know that you can talk to me or Scarlett or any of us. We are a family." He placed his hand on your knee. How were you so lucky to have ended up in this friend group? You were just a stunt coordinator, not a big time actor. 

You looked at him, and your walls collapsed. The tears started flowing, and a sob escaped. "My- my- my sister, she- she's dead." You gasped as the tears spilled over. Chris hugged you as best as he could, being separated by the console.

He didn't ask any more questions. He let you tell him what you wanted him to know. Your head was spinning, but it was calming to have Chris there holding you.

Once you felt you had calmed down, you pulled away. Chris took that as his cue to start driving. "Umm, exactly where is home for you?" Chris asked.

You took a breath and gave him your address. He nodded and started in the direction of your apartment complex. By the time he reached the parking lot, you had stopped crying. Your body was beginning to settle into the shock of the whole situation. Chris helped you out of the car and up to your apartment. He opened your door after figuring out the right key. 

You started to feel like you were in a haze like it was all a dream. You were very close with your sister. You were two peas in a pod, you thought she told you everything. 

Chris's voice drew you out of your head. "Scarlett is going to pick me up, but she said it may be an hour or so. They got caught by a crowd of fans." Chris said as he closed the door. You nodded and turned to go down the hall to your room. "So, if it's ok with you, I'm just going to hang out on the couch." 

"I need to book a flight home." You mumbled out.

"What?" Chris walked towards you. 

"I need to book a flight home." You repeated. Chris nodded and walked to your laptop on the kitchen counter. It was still open, so he took it upon himself to book you a flight. "Atlanta." You said as he began typing. 

"The earliest flight to Atlanta is tomorrow at 5 p.m." Chris looked at you as you continued to stand in the hallway. "That's fine." You confirmed. Chris booked your flight, and without hesitation, he paid for the flight. He made his way over to you. 

"You should go shower and try to clear your head," Chris said as he looked down at you. You could tell he was trying to help and comfort you, but without ever being faced with this problem, he was unsure of how to help. "I'll be on the couch if you need me." He gave you a soft smile.

It was a strange feeling you had. Even though you were barely friends, having Chris around was calming, and you could tell he was doing everything in his power to help even in uncharted waters.

You made your way into the bathroom and turned the water on, as hot as you could stand. You stripped and stepped under the steaming water. You stood under the water as it streamed down your body. Finally, after several minutes, you began to shower, washing your hair, then your body and your face. 

You turned the water off and stepped out, grabbing a towel as you did. After wrapping up in the towel and staring at yourself in the mirror, you exited the bathroom and went to get dressed in your bedroom. Chris heard the open and closing of the doors. 

Once you were dry and clothed, you went to the living room where Chris was still situated on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He looked over his shoulder at you and gave you a sympathetic smile. You joined him on the couch, sitting next to him. Chris wrapped his arm over your shoulder and held you to him. "I'm so sorry about your sister. I know me saying that doesn't fix anything, but I'm here if you want me to be."

You looked up at Chris, your eyes bloodshot and starting to swell. You could also feel a throb building in your head from all the crying you had done in the last hour. 

“We have known each other for four years, we just became real friends this week and you are somehow giving me a sense of peace and comfort I really need right now.” You laid your head on his shoulder as he held you tightly. 

“I’ll stay as long as you need me.” Chris whispered. 

“Thank you.” You said lowly. The tears slowly started flowing again. “I’m sorry.” Your tears ran onto Chris’s shirt.

“Y/N, you have nothing to be sorry about.” He said to you. “I can’t imagine what you’re feeling right now.”

Before you could respond, Chris received a text. “Scarlett is outside.” He said. You pulled yourself away from Chris and wiped your tears.

“Oh, yeah it’s late and you’re probably ready to escape from the emotional wreck that is me.” You said.

“Are you sure you’re ok? I could-“ He stopped himself. He was going to say he could stay but he realized that would be a little forward.

You took a breath. “No, I’m not ok.” You looked at him as he stood. Chris felt kind of stupid after he asked that, but he didn’t know what else to ask. “But I know I don’t want to be alone. You were going to say you could stay, right?” You flashed him the slightest smirk, and he couldn’t help but smile. Chris knew this was the wrong situation to be making a move, but he hoped it was obvious. 

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