Eat Shit Ransom

A fluff where Steve Rogers and his wife reader dropping off their daughter or son to college for the first time. The two cried on how much their child has grown up

Off to College

A/N: Wait.. why am I crying 😭 This is, in my opinion, one of my best fluffs yet. Stop cutting onions guys!

WARNING: Tissues on hand needed.

“She’s too young.” Steve’s hands gripped the steering wheel, eyes focused straight ahead.

  “She’s 18 Steve. That’s the average American age to go off to college.” You replied to your husband. 

“You know I’m right here and can hear you guys, right? Like, theres no soundproofing between the back and the front seats.” Your daughter Sarah pulled out an air pod from her ear, jumping into the conversation.

“Well as I was saying, I don’t care I still think you should of stayed back a year at home.” Steve retorted, looking in the rear-view mirror at his little girl who now resembled that of a young woman about to go off to college.

“May I remind you, DAD, that at 18 you were joining the army to go fight in the second world war. Whereas I’m simply moving across the state.”

“In many ways my daughter going off to college and war are the same thing to me.”

You turned behind you and shared a puzzled look with your daughter. While she mostly resembled you, she had Steve’s piercing blue eyes. 

“How so?” You egged on your husband to elaborate.

“I’m scared shitless about both of them.” He let out a loud sigh.

“Dad… its fine!”

“Repeat to me the rules.”

“Omg not this again.” You put your forehead into your palm, dreading to listen to this speech for the 50th times.

“Dadddd” Sarah whined in the backseat

“So, help me God I will turn this car around, unless you repeat to me the rules, Sarah Mae Rogers.” He turned his head to the backseat, giving her his classic “I’m not playing around” eyes. 

“No drinking. No drugs. No “philandering” with the opposite sex…is that even word?”

“It is.” You and your husband said in unison

“No staying out past 1 and in the case of a national emergency inclusive of war, alien invasion, terrorist attack; extra-terrestrial...

“And domestic... don’t forget that!” He interjected

“…and domestic I am to find immediate shelter, call you to give you my location and wait until the ship arrives to take me to the safe house.” She groaned finishing the spiel.

“Good.” Steve smiled, satisfied with her memorisation of his rules.

You gave your daughter a sympathetic smile, knowing while some rules may get broken you had raised a smart, young woman with her wits about her. 

It’s not that Steve didn’t trust his daughter who he had trained in hand-to-hand combat since the age of 3, it’s just that he knew the world was scary. Sending his only daughter off alone, miles away from home terrified him. He wouldn’t be there to protect his little girl anymore. 

You exited the car to the chaos of move in day at the popular university. Steve insisted he take all the boxes up in one trip. All stacked high above him, he didn’t break a sweat carrying them up the 5 flights of stairs towards her dorm. 

Your daughter bowed her head in embarrassment as she walked 10 steps behind her father, watching as people stopped and stared at the superhero, whispers filled the halls as he gave kind nods to everyone who he walked past. 

You came up beside her,

“Mom everyone is staring why didn’t he just wait in the car!”

“Well neither of us were going to carry the boxes, besides your father is a respected man, he saved humanity that’s nothing to be embarrassed about!”  

“Yeah, I get it but he’s still embarrassing!”

You wrapped your arm around your daughter’s shoulder.

“You know he’s just as nervous as you are right?”

“Why would he be nervous? He’s not the one who has to be known as Captain America’s daughter!”

“No, he doesn’t.” You sighed stopping her in the hall and pulling her off to the side. 

“Do you remember when you were five and you really wanted to jump off the roof into the pool?”

“Yeah...”

“And we said no but you climbed up the ladder anyways and being five you miscalculated the distance between the ledge and the pool.”

“Yeah…”

“Who caught you before you hit the ground?”

“Dad…”

“Right and when you were 10 and you fell over your bike, breaking your arm… who was the first person who came to your aid and took you to the hospital?

“Dad”

“Exactly and when aliens invaded earth 3 years ago what was the first thing your dad did before going to headquarters?”

“He came to school and picked me up.”

“Exactly.”

“What’s your point?”

“My point is from the moment you were in my belly your dad has spent every moment of his life trying to protect you from the world. He realises he’s not going to be right by side anymore… and he’s scared. Scared of losing you.”

“He’s not going to lose my mom, I’m an adult now I’m fully capable of taking care of myself.” 

“I know that, and he knows that. But it doesn’t matter how old or big or strong you get he is always going to care about you. It will always be his number priority to keep you safe and that’s not going to change anytime soon.” You brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Your daughter looked down, biting her lip. 

“Come on let’s go unpack.”

You walked her into her dorm. 

You got to work setting up her room. She put up fairy lights on the wall, while you fluffed the pillows on her bed. Steve assembled all her little bits of furniture.

As a final touch, Steve pulled out a framed photo. Sarah in the middle, between both of your arms. She was only 3 in it, a big smile between her chubby cheeks, her arm up in superhero pose, dressed in her mini captain America shirt. It was his favourite family photo and lived on his bedside table. He looked at it a little, wiping a tear from his eye before he placed it on her bedside table.

“Alright you’re all set! We are going to head out now sweetheart you need anything else?” You chirped.

“Nope, I’m good. Thanks for helping guys.”

You gave your daughter, your final hugs and kisses and exited the room down the hall. 

She studied her room, satisfied with her interior decorating skills. Then suddenly, she noticed the photo that appeared had on her bedside table. She picked it up and held it in her hands. Suddenly, she felt the tears well up in her eyes.

“Wait!” She ran down the hall, just catching you both before you went down the stairs. 

You both looked back to see your daughter running towards you. With a thud she landed against her father’s chest. Wrapping her arms around his waist in a hug. Instantly, Steve hugged her back, pulling her tightly towards him. 

“I love you dad.” She whispered against his chest. 

Steve’s head fell to the top of his little… now big girl’s head. His hand encompassing her head. Kissing her forehead tenderly. “I love you too kiddo. Be safe.”

“I will.” Tears welled up in your eyes watching their embrace. She pulled out of the hug, gesturing towards you. 

“I love you mom.” “I love you too baby.” All 3 of you huddled together in an embrace. Both parents wanting to hold onto their daughter for a little longer. 

You all pulled out and said your now final goodbye. Brushing away tears. 

You held your husband’s hand as you exited the college dorm building.

“She’s too old for me now babe.”

“She’s never going to be too old for her daddy.”

He pulled you into his arm, kissing your forehead. 

Sarah was going to be just fine. And besides, she’ll be home in 2 weeks anyways to get you to do her laundry. 

TAGS: @royalwriteroftheuniverse (girl you're gonna wanna see this!)

soulmate au where when your soulmate draws something on their body it also appears on yours. please do andy barber x reader

Sparks Fly

A/N: Short but cute. I'm not super good at fantasy AU (first time) but I hope this is sort of what you wanted. It was fun to write but definitely a good challenge. Thanks for breaking me out of my comfort zone! I want go back! 🤠💕

Andy fiddled with his pen during witness interviews, half listening to the third person account and half letting Neal have a moment to feel like he was the big man; asking and responding to the witness. Andy was supposed to be taking notes, but he found himself doodling, on the notepad in front of him. What started off with random squiggles and unreadable shorthand, slowly turned into more intricate patterns as he realised the pressure he applied allowed for contrast in the strokes.

  After filling in most of the page, he needed a new canvas, eyeing up his hand he moved the pen ever so slightly to the skin between his thumb and his pointer, enjoying the feeling of the pen tip of his skin as he drew a small heart. Smiling down at his creation, small enough you wouldn’t be able to notice it as he went about his day to day, but big enough that he could enjoy the small joy he got from it. He admired his work, thinking about how good it would look like a tattoo on a more feminine hand. 

  You woke up, late as per usual and with 20 minutes before you had to leave to your job at the coffee shop you instantly sprinted out of bed, gathering your clothes from off the floor. 

  Reaching down to grab a clean pair of panties from the basket with your left hand you noticed the small, hand drawn heart that had appeared while you slept.

  The heart sat like ink on your skin, brushing it off as a mindless action from yesterday or a weirdly sweet prank by your roommate while you slept you made your way to the bathroom.

  Lathering your hands with soap you went to scrub away the scribble yet after 5 minutes of mindless palming frothy soap in your hands and attempting to scratch away the heart with your fingernails to no avail you were starting to get frustrated. Permanent marker you thought or maybe some weird temporary tattoo pen. 

  You quickly googled ways to remove a permanent drawing on your hand but all you got was tattoo removal in your area. But it wasn’t a tattoo, you’d never stepped foot in a shop and were petrified on needles. It sat on your skin so well, like it came up from your bloodstream and sat below the skin rather a minor attack from the outside. It wasn’t itchy or scabbing or bruised like most fresh tattoos. It just… was. Like a freckle or an inconspicuous mole. 

  Deciding that were already late and since the doodle wasn’t offensive, on your face or overtly obvious you went about getting yourself ready for work. Making your way out the door, keys in mouth while mid ponytail with minutes to spare. 

  Your day went on as usual, serving coffee to the local businessmen and women during their pursuit of caffeine. Ever so often you’d glance down at the minimalist “tattoo” while counting cash or handing over coffees. While you were still keen to get whatever toxic formula was used to create the inerasable mark you appreciated the joy that ignited in you whenever you looked at it. It released an intoxicating feeling, a strange mix of happy nostalgia and content. But it was just a little heart, right? By afternoon, you had settled that if you couldn’t get rid of it you wouldn’t mind the hand drawn ode to love on your hand. 

  But you would still have a go at your roommate about drawing on you while you slept. 

  “Hi gorgeous.” You internally groaned at the tall, cocky man who had appeared in front of you. Forcing a smile for the man.

  “What can I get you?” 

  “I’ll have a black coffee and um…” He turned around to meet the man who entered in closely behind him. 

  “Andy what do you want?”

  “Just a coffee please.” His acquaintance’s smile at you was softer and less creepily threatening. He was clearly tired but that couldn’t overshadow his handsomeness. His button up shirt fitted snugly against his arms and chest. His slight scruff on his chin was well kept. The man clearly took care of himself, and you couldn’t help but notice the intoxicating smell of his cologne as he approached the counter. 

  “Great two coffees, one black coming up.” You smiled back.

  “Your coffee.” You gestured to the handsome lawyer. 

  “Thank you so much.” He walked over to you holding out his hand as you held out his takeaway cup and there it was.

  An identical heart on the very same hand as yours. In the very same position. And in the very same style.

  You both paused when you noticed each other’s relative markings. 

  “Is that a tattoo?” He gestured to yours, breaking the silence first.

  “Umm no I woke up with it this morning, it’s weird it won’t come off. Is yours?”

  “No, I just drew mine on me this morning while I was distracted.” His nervousness present in his voice as he ran his hand through his hair.

  “That’s… odd.” Your head running with plausible reasoning, confusion present on your face.

  “Really odd.” His eyes honed into your hand. 

  “I’m Andy by the way.” He held out his decorated hand. 

  “Y/N.” You shook his hand back, with your decorated hand. 

  A sudden zap between the contact caused you both to startle. You made eye contact, both breathing out a laugh.

UPDATES… UPDATES PEOPLE!

Ok so it’s Christmas Eve… Merry Chrysler!!

I’m dragging myself and 2 bags of presents solely for my nieces (my queens) to my moms house for another torturous Christmas 🥰

But I’m also bringing my laptop cause I have 10+ requests and 6 hours of travel so might as well write for my girlies. I won’t have all the requests done before the new year but I’m not leaving you guys hanging!

So, if you’re wondering “where is my request did that bitch Clover blank me?” No! It’s coming! I’m just slow and old!

But thank you for the love it’s been such a fun end to the year 💕

THE BIG BOY: STUDY BREAK IS THE DEATH OF ME. I LOVED IT.

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^also from that pic, could u consider writing something with ari levinson smoking? i dont really know what, but him smoking has me on my knees as always😽

thank you bestie !! and sure, I've been thinking about stoner!ari lately 🫣 so here's shotgunning with beefy frat!Ari:

He's so pretty, too pretty for your own good. That's why you can barely concentrate on your little crochet project—you're too busy staring at him playing a video game. His long hair all fluffy and soft, beard freshly trimmed and a joint between his lips.

He takes a slow puff, sparing you a glance "You good? You seem a little out of it."

"I'm good, really good..." You say slowly, eyes falling to his thick thighs, his shorts rolled up and exposing the hairy flesh. "Are you good?"

He grins, "yeah. Do you wanna shotgun again?" He isn't even finished asking before you're clambering into his lap, straddling his thighs with your arms around his shoulders. "I'll take that as a yes."

"A big yes." You subtly rock your hips in excitement, "you know, you should record erotic audios. You have the voice for it."

He laughs and takes a slow inhale, setting the joint in the ashtray and pulling you close. Your heart swells when your lips meet, he feels so good—he always feels so good, and you almost forget to open your mouth. The smoke flows from him to you and down to your lungs burning. You lean away to cough, your eyes watering as he hands you a glass of water.

"Why don't we stop for now, yeah?" He asks, rubbing your back, "take a little break and get something to eat?"

"No! Can we just finish this one first?" You beg, giving him the most adorable pout. "Pretty please, daddy? I'll be super good, I promise."

His blue eyes examine you carefully, then he shakes his head, "Fine. Just this one and then we're done for the day. I don't want you to do too much until you're more used to it."

Giddy, you kiss all over his face. His bearded cheeks tickling your lips as you pepper your sweet, sweet love wherever you can reach. "Yay! I love you so much!"

He didn't smoke often, but he was far more experienced than you. He takes the chance to recline on the couch and tilt his head, groaning lowly when your lips trail to his neck. "I'm such a bad influence on you, cub." His fingers dig into your hips, caught between moving you over his bulge or pushing you away. "Since when did you become a troublemaker?"

You were in the living room of the frat house, anyone could walk in and see you cute, dumb and high.

"Whenever you came around." You nip at his jaw, dragging your tongue down the tense veins, "just lookin' at you gets me so wet... feel." You bring his hand between your thighs and firmly against your wet panties, "See? I'm so sticky, daddy... it's so uncomfy, can you help me, please?"

Y/N get Cancer and don’t Feel Good enough for Chris. She trys to set up Chris with a Girl and chris don’t notice at the beginning But when Y/N Starts to Talk to much about This Girl He gets angry and Sad Why the Reader to that. happy ending (Y/N don’t have Cancer anymore)

Firstly, hope you're doing ok, you strong, gorgeous person 💕

This is a beautiful request but unfortunately, not experiencing something like that myself and it also being such a sensitive topic - I don't think I can write this and do it justice. 🥺

But - @royalwritersoftheuniverse is amazeballs and is good at this stuff and gives you all the fluff!!

Part 2 of bubba? Would love to see more of protective!chris 🥺

Bubba Part 2: Bump

A/N: Everyone grasp your loins i'm back... lol and a funny update after being bullied by my roommates they found this account and followed it to "keep tabs" so everyone say heyyy to my inner circle who I recommend sleep with one eye open 🥰

"Stay beside me yeah?" Chris held you tightly, staring at you intently as he helped you out of the car.

"I can barely walk, you don't have to worry about me pulling a runner." Chris gave a small smile at your light hearted joke.

At this stage, you were 6 months pregnant and HUGE. The last thing Chris wanted to do is shove you in front of a thousand cameras and screaming crowds but you insisted you two go. You desperately wanted to get out of the house and do yourself up after living in sweatpants.

Chris couldn't deny despite the heartburn, oily hair, night sweats and cankles you were glowing and looked absolutely stunning tonight to the point he had to hold himself back from giving you another baby.

"We can go home at anytime." He rubbed the small of your back lightly, fidgeting with the top layer of your dress.

You two approached the interview platform, Chris easing you gently yet forcing your whole body weight on him as he helped up the short 2 inch step.

You smiled at him endearingly as you approached the report. He wasn’t necessarily a bad reporter he just was a bit too enthusiastic for you and Chris’s liking not to mention a little invasive both figuratively and physically.

Chris knowing this placed himself between you and the reporter, hand encasing yours between you two.

“And here we have Chris, Y/N and the bump..” He outstretched his hand, verging towards your bump but not before the ever alert Chris, pushed his hand away promptly

“Absolutely not.” Chris said sternly, eyeing the report with challenging eyes.

He laughed nervously, moving his hands back into his pockets.

“Well do you guys know the gender yet?”

“We do!” You both said proudly, at the same time.

“Well how about giving us a W News exclusive huh?”

“Yeah no we plan to keep that information between us and our family for the time being.”

“Oh come on is Captain America having a strong boy or beautiful girl… let it out.”

Chris was getting annoyed at this point, so you gave his forearm a soft squeeze.

“I don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl and either can be beautiful and strong at the same time. I’m just grateful for a so far healthy baby and wife. Thanks for your questions.”

You smiled up at him as he led you off the platform, reaching his limit on stupid questions.

Moving off the platform you let out a groan of pain. Chris’s eyes shot to your face concern written all over his;

“What’s wrong? You hurt?”

“No no.” You waved him “My feet are killing me.”

“I did tell you not to wear them.” You glared at his hindsight for now was not the time to play the “I told you so” game.

“It’s called an OUTFIT Christopher.” You spat at him through gritted teeth.

“Sorry sorry… here take ‘em off.” He crouched down, pulling up his slacks slightly to get on one knee.

“I can’t just do that in public!”

“You’re pregnant, you can get away with anything.” He brushed you off.

Chris lifted up the skirt of your dress, slowly easing your foot out of the shoes.

You sighed with relief as he gave your feet a quick massage in his large hands.

“Better right?”

“So much better. Thank you.” You gave him a quick peck on the lips.

Holding the heels in his hands, you walked the rest of the event barefoot and in way less pain.

Mama Lisa 👀// What did she do?

This did things to me...

Ok ok this is in my head for a while i have this smutty request where steve rogers finding out his short sized girlfriend has daddy kink and took an advantage of it.

I absolutely love this

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥

Warnings: 18+, somnophilia *both parties mutually agree to free use*, praise-kink, daddy-kink, degradation, dumbification, size kink, crying, masturbation, overstimulation

Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

w/c: 1800 | masterlist |

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"Sweet girl, what're you doing," Steve grunts. His eyes open slowly, sleep still clouding his mind as he stares down at you in his arms. You're fast asleep against his bare chest, your body grinding against his mindlessly.

You look so small against his large frame, your whimpers following closely behind soft pleas of desperation. "S'too much," you whine, clawing at his chest as you nuzzle into his side.

"Baby, you're dreaming." Steve slides his hand up your neck, stroking your skin to soothe your cries.

But you only persist, humping his leg and spreading your slick across his thighs. "Wan– want..." Your eyes squeeze tightly, your mumbled words struggling to leave your dreamscape.

He shakes his head in disbelief as you let out a slew of moans, your hips moving languidly against him.

"This is the third night in a row. Can't tell if I should be flattered or worried," he grunts.

You release a heavy sigh, your hands trailing down his chest before pausing at his lower abdomen.

"Am I doing good, daddy?" You mumble.

Something inside of him ignites as soon as your words meet his ears. Daddy. His cock stirs, groaning as your hands graze over his aching tip.

"Wanna make daddy happy." You rub him gently before stopping, your hand retreating to his bare chest. His eyes darken as he repeats your words in a hushed whisper. He wants — no needs to hear your pretty lips speak those words again.

He always playfully used the term, taunting you about "not making daddy angry," every time you wanted to be a little brat. But you'd always ignore him, shoving his shoulder and walking away with a huff.

But secretly your heart was fluttering, racing because Steve was just inches away from discovering how you truly felt. You craved to call him that every time he wrapped you in his arms. His burly chest and arms crushed you sweetly as you cuddled beneath the sheets.

When he’d hold your hand extra tight in public, easing your anxiety about onlookers. “It’s okay, baby,” he’d whisper, rubbing his thumb across your hand soothingly before whisking you away to a less crowded area.

The moments when you became all too aware of how big he is. He'd tower over you, his arms wrapped around your waist as you felt his bulge rubbing against your ass.

And most of all when he thrusts into you so deep that your entire body shakes, his lips peppering kisses across your skin as you come within his tight grasp. “My beautiful, sweet girl,” he’d coo before carrying you to the bathroom where he’d fill the tub with pink bubbles and wash you off gently.

Daddy, daddy, daddy. You wanted to scream it aloud shamelessly. Steve was yours, all yours, and would never be anyone else's.

You shift suddenly, your grip on him tightening. Your eyebrows furrow in frustration, the growing need to release ransacking your body. "Please," you whine. "Want daddy’s cum. I'll be good, just wa– want you to..."

Slowly he hikes your leg up further, grazing his hand against your thigh. Your lips part as you feel his hands dance across your skin. "Daddy," you whimper. "All mine..."

Steve chuckles, his fingers tracing over your swollen folds. "That's right, baby. I'm all yours." He pushes into your puffy cunt, groaning as you clench around his fingers.

He inserts another finger, thrusting upwards and muffling his moans into your shoulder.

"Making me go insane, baby. Been humping that pretty pussy on me every night and now I know why. Want daddy to make you feel good? Play with your pretty parts?"

Of course, you don't answer, instead, you draw yourself closer to him. Moving against his fingers unconsciously.

His cock is throbbing, precum seeping down his shaft and collecting on your soft skin. With a glaring red tip, all he can think about is burying himself inside of you.

"M'go- gonna cum, daddy," you whimper.

Without hesitation, he rips his fingers from your hilt. You pulsate around nothing, whimpering from the loss of touch. He curses as slick seeps from your hole and adds to the puddle resting on his thighs.

"You've been keeping secrets from me. Haven't you, sweetheart?" He palms his length, stroking it softly against your plush tummy. You inhale deeply, your eyelids beginning to flutter.

"Apparently, my pretty little girl wants me to be her daddy." Lifting your leg into the air, Steve rubs his tip against your slit. He bites back a moan, you were so wet, so perfect, made exactly for him.

"And I'd be happy to...but if only you asked me directly, sweetheart. This would be a very different situation."

Your dreams begin to fade as reality sets in. His words stir you awake, your eyes fluttering open. "Steve?" You murmur.

He groans as he slips inside you, hugging your tiny frame against his. "Fuck, you're so wet."

You whine as he thrusts into you, your pussy squelching loudly. "Touch yourself. Feel what you've done."

On command, you glide your fingers through your slick. Your thighs are soaked, and your exhaustion begins to vanish as the gravity of the situation finally hits.

"Steve," you whine. You want to turn around and look at him but his right-hand keeps you in place. Was he angry with you?

"Did I— did I do something," you moan.

He shakes his head disappointingly, his free hand reaching for your clit. You tremble as he collects your juices before gripping your face roughly, painting your skin.  If you could see his face right now, you'd see one of agitation. Frustrated that his girl didn't feel comfortable enough to state her desires.

"You hid something from me," he grits.

"I didn't!" You object, "I swear."

"Don't lie to me." A gasp gets stuck in your throat as Steve plunges his fingers into your mouth. You choke against them, gagging as he fucks your mouth.

He needed to see your face, needed to watch you break down slowly against him. If you weren't going to tell him, he was going to fuck it right out of you.

You moan loudly as he allows you to suckle on his fingers, your ass slamming against his cock as he sinks deeper.

"You like this, don't you, baby? You like getting that tiny cunt filled even though I can barely fit. Getting fucked from behind when I come home, standing over you, gripping that pretty neck so I can kiss you."

"Stevie," you cry. It was too much all at once. His movements. His words. The fact that you couldn't tell if he was angry with you or just sexually frustrated. Steve always keeps his cool, even when he's aggravated with you he just sits you in his lap quietly and talks it out. And the thought of making him angry...it made you want to sob.

He pushes you against the mattress, switching positions until he's hovering over your precious body. His precious body.

"M’sorry," you sniffle. "I don't know what I did."

Your tears only make him growl, his chest rumbling with need. He sinks on top of you, allowing his body weight to rest on yours. You cling to him, dazed by how his body covered yours with ease. Steve made you feel safe. Protected. The only person you had ever fully trusted with your body and mind.

"You like being my dumb little baby, letting me do anything to you? Watching me play with your princess parts until you're squirting all over my lap?”

"Da– Steve." Your words slip, but you're too fucked out to notice. His warm breath hits your skin. Desperation overtakes you both.

"Say it," he grunts.

His pace begins to slow, deep, languid, strokes taking its place. "C’mon, baby. Just say it for me."

Say it?

Say it.

He knows.

He picks up his pace and your body begins to shake uncontrollably. You claw at his back, pushing your lips towards his in hopes that he'd embrace you but all he does is stare down at them. Taunting you.

"S-so sorry. I need you, daddy, please. Don't like when you're mad at me. Love being your good girl, love wh- when you use me.”

Your eyes widen in shock, your body warming with embarrassment from the admission. "I- I'm sorry," you rush out. Quickly you bury your head in his neck, hiding from his heated gaze.

"Don't get shy on me now," he grunts. "Look at me," he commands.

You pull back, staring into his eyes helplessly as tears begin to fall down your cheeks. His gaze softens as he watches your bottom lip tremble.

“I didn’t know how to tell you,” you whimper. “Didn’t want you to judge me…”

He pulls out slowly before slamming back into your throbbing cunt. You scream his name, your nails digging into his skin as your legs cling to his waist.

“I’d never judge you, sweetheart.”

Every ounce of his weight blissfully crushes your frame, wrapping you in warmth. You become all too aware of his strokes, the way he sinks into your sopping cunt relentlessly. Vulnerable. You felt vulnerable and protected all at once.

"M'gonna cum, daddy. Can't hold it. Fuck, feels so good."

"I know, baby. Squeeze daddy’s cock, c’mon, sweetheart.” You cry out his name as a wave of bliss crashes over you. Your walls pulsate around him, trapping him inside of you.

You begin to squirm as your high takes over, thrashing against him as he whispers into your ear. "There you go, pretty baby. Atta girl,” he murmurs. "Making daddy so proud."

"Want your cum, Stevie," you whine.

"Yea? Tell daddy you won't lie to him again. Tell me how sorry you are."

"Won't lie anymore. S-so sorry, daddy. I'll be good for you. Just need you, please.”

He groans as you plead with him, begging him to fill you up with everything he has. "Need daddy’s cum. Please, Stevie."

Your airy tone goes straight to his cock, the pleas breaking him down piece by piece.

Steve slams into you one last time before shooting load after load between your puffy folds and into your channel. His heavy balls contract, pulsating against your ass as he unloads.

He can't stop. Your soft whimpers are never-ending and it only makes him want to provide you with more.

Steve presses his lips against yours, swallowing your cries. “That’s it, baby. Take daddy’s load. Doing so good for me.”

You're dripping with spend by the time he finishes, a shudder ransacking his body before he fully relaxes on top of you.

He stares at you with so much adoration that it hurts. “What do you say?” He murmurs, his eyes half-lidded as he kisses your forehead.

"T-thank you, daddy."

i'm just an assistant: pt. 6 - lost hope

I’m Just An Assistant Series: Pt. 6 - Lost Hope

Pairing: Chris Evans x Female!Reader

Summary: After being Chris’s Personal Assistant for almost a decade, the notable tension and playful banter leaves both of you wondering if there’s more to your relationship than meets the eye.

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out! My creativity tank is very low these days lol thank you for waiting for me :)

W/C: 5.1k

Warnings: sexual tension, talk of sex, Chris gets a little handsy (but like... in a consensual way). things get kind of emotional and angsty. I think maybe this would be considered a cliffhanger? But i'm not sure lol. As always, let me know if i missed anything :)

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The smell of hot breakfast (something with eggs and probably pancakes knowing Lisa) wafted up the stairs, stirring you from a peaceful sleep. Despite your stomach grumbling, you refused to move a muscle. 

You could hear Chris’s steady breathing. You could feel it tickling against your neck, his body curled around yours, and you couldn’t move. You were afraid that one little tick of your muscles would stir him, and then whatever magical dream world you’d been living in since you entered this room last night would come to an end. 

And you certainly weren’t ready for that. 

You wanted to stay locked away in this room forever, stealing secret moments and sweet kisses from Chris. You wanted to memorize the small constellation of freckles on his nose and count the flecks of green hiding in the blues of his eyes. 

The second that door opened, the seal would be broken and you’d be thrust back into the hectic nature of Chris’s life and honestly, you weren’t sure where that would leave you. Personally or with Chris. 

He’d told you to relax and stop overthinking and that whatever happens, happens, but your mind wouldn’t stop turning. Was this just a matter of convenience? You just happened to be snowed in together and the second you left, things would go back to ‘normal’? Whatever the fuck normal even means for the two of you these days. 

You didn’t think Chris would treat you like that. It didn’t seem like something he would do. Based on the things he whispered to you last night, that wasn’t how he felt. 

But you weren’t… dating. There was no clarification on that. 

Were you supposed to be affectionate in front of his family now? Were you supposed to be keeping that to yourselves? 

There were so many unanswered questions flying around inside of your brain, it was hard to keep them all straight. 

You were so focused on filing away these questions in your mind that you didn’t notice Chris had already begun to stir in the bed behind you.

A large hand slid up your abdomen and underneath your tank top, slowly inching up to cup your breast. Chris kneaded softly, sucking in a soft breath that morphed into a moan. “God, I could do this all day.” 

You laughed, shaking your head, and sinking back into the cradle of his large body. Chris grinned against your neck, his lips pressed lightly against your skin as a sigh of contentment fell from your mouth. 

There was no way you’d be able to look Chris in the face if this didn’t mean as much to him as it did to you. 

Chris’s hand traveled up and down your side, his fingers dragging lightly against your skin. “I can hear the gears turning. What’s going on in that head?” 

You smiled softly, melting a little at just how well he knew you. “I don’t know. A lot. I’m not really sure where to start.” 

He pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck. “Start with the simplest one.” 

You pondered your answer in silence for a moment, letting your eyes drift shut as Chris soothed your worried mind with soft kisses. 

“Anything?” He asked quietly. 

“What’s going on with Lacey?” 

That one seemed simple enough. He said that it wasn’t anything romantic, but there was definitely interest from at least her side. If something was happening between you and Chris, you wanted details about the potential threat. 

A small part of you expected Chris’s body to tense or for him to give you the runaround, but he just continued his never-ending trail of kisses before pausing to answer. “Well, you already know that she’s a donor. She um— she was the date that I had when I came back from New York. I think we both knew there wasn’t anything there. She asked if we could grab drinks to go over some stuff for the fundraiser and I said yes. That’s all. Nothing romantic. At all.” 

You could feel the tension ease off of your sternum, sighing with relief that there wasn’t anything going on between them. Ever since that email came through, you’d been worried that he was leaving something out, but it really was just as simple as he promised. Drinks and fundraiser talk. 

You almost hated how thankful you were for that. 

“Okay?” 

You nodded, “Okay.” 

“Good. Next.” 

You let out a small laugh, once again becoming distracted by his lips against your skin. “I— um. Are we supposed to be like affectionate in front of people now? I’m not sure I’m ready for that. You’re kind of a big deal, ya know? That’s a lot of pressure.” 

Chris chuckled, “I know it’s a lot. We can take this at whatever speed you’re comfortable with. If you want to hide it for 10 years, we’ll hide it. If you wanna scream it from the rooftops, I’ll bring the ladder.” 

Your heart fluttered at the mention of a future with him. 

“I think just between us is perfect for now.” 

“Us as in us? Or us as in family can know but not the press or social media.” 

“The former,” you answered, pursing your lips. “I think? Is that okay?” 

“Fine by me.” 

“I just— I feel like we have so much to—“ 

Chris interrupted you, “Honey, you don’t need to explain yourself to anyone. Especially me. ‘Kay?” 

You nodded, melting against his body. “Okay.” 

Though you appreciated what he was saying, you did wish that he would let you explain. There was just too much the two of you needed to figure out before you were kissing and hanging all over each other in front of Lisa. You couldn’t field questions from his family before you knew the answers yourself. 

Before you could continue your laundry list of questions, a soft knock sounded on the door. “Is everyone decent?” 

You laughed at Scott’s question, rolling away from Chris’s arms as he pushed himself out of bed, throwing on a shirt. 

“Everyone’s decent,” Chris called out, tossing the comforter over your chest so you were covered, earning an eye roll from you. 

Scott pushed the door open, poking his head through. “Breakfast is ready. If you guys aren’t in a hurry to get back, we’re planning on taking the kids up the hill to sled. If you wanna join.” 

You shot up. “Sledding?! I’m in. Shit, wait. I don’t— Dammit! I don’t have any clothes.” 

Chris grinned, shaking his head. “We’ll figure it out. If you wanna sled, we’ll figure it out.” 

Scott pinched his lips together, his eyes flickering back and forth between you and Chris with a smug look on his face. He totally knew that something was happening. 

But then again, doesn’t everyone say that anyway? People assumed you and Chris were dating or hooking up before his hands had made their way down your pants, so what does anyone actually know? 

“Okay,” you smiled, ignoring the way that Scott basically started planning your wedding in his mind. 

“Well, I’ll leave you guys to it. But breakfast is on the table.” He disappeared from the threshold, pulling the door shut behind him. 

“I almost forgot how much you loved sledding.”

“Who doesn’t love sledding, Chris? It’s sledding.” 

His eyes narrowed in your direction. “This… Isn’t satire?” 

Grabbing one of the pillows from the bed, you chucked it at his head. “No! I’m being serious, sledding the best!” You hopped out of bed, snagging your toiletry bag from your suitcase, and practically ran out of the door, eager to eat so you could spend this snowy fall day with Chris and his family. 

“The kid came out of nowhere,” You grumbled, tucking the small sled underneath your arm as Chris chuckled from behind you. 

“You tackled a teenager.” 

Rolling your eyes, you dragged your feet through the snow, walking away from the snowy hill. Chris thought that maybe it was a good idea to head back to Lisa’s house after your last ride down the hill. A cocky teenager challenged you to a race that you had zero intention of losing.

Chris warned you not to, but then Scott chimed in and double-dog dared you, so you had to. 

“He was like nineteen.” 

“Teen.” He emphasized, earning another eye roll from you. 

It wasn’t your fault that he lost control of his sled and slid right in front of you! It also wasn’t your fault that you landed on top of him. Chris decided that maybe it was time to leave after you told the teenager those exact words. There might’ve been a few expletives sprinkled within the statement, but hey, your ribs were burning something fierce because of how hard you hit him. He deserved it. 

Trekking back through the snow was no easy feat given you’d come to Lisa's unprepared for a weekend in the snow and had to borrow clothes from Chris. His sweats were cuffed several times at your ankles to make them an acceptable length. 

“Semantics,” You responded, waving your hand at him dismissively. 

He laughed, looking over his shoulder before reaching over and threading your fingers together. 

Your eyes jumped down at the connection, a swell of nervous excitement rolling through your stomach. On one hand, this crush had been developing for Chris rapidly over the past couple of months, but you never thought it would go beyond that. You hadn’t planned or prepared for hand-holding or falling asleep with the feeling of his hands on your body permanently etched onto your skin. 

There was no need to panic and plan for the future because you’d assumed there wouldn’t be one. 

But now that you were walking with Chris’s hand in yours, you weren’t sure how to react. 

You wanted to hold on and pull him close, savoring the warmth of his body on such a cold day. But there was also an overwhelming sense of insecurity that made you want to rip your hand away and take a generous step to the side. You never had to worry about comparing yourself to the women Chris brought around before, but now it was all you could seem to focus on. 

How would everyone compare you to the models and actresses he’d been seen with before? What would the press write about you? What would his fans say?

There was so much to consider and normally you did it with a clear mind. Now, Chris was fogging your brain and distorting all logic because you were the person involved now. You weren’t figuring this out with his team…  His team would be figuring it out with you in mind.

“You look like you’re on the verge of a panic attack.” 

“I think I am,” you responded quietly, swallowing past the knot forming in your throat.

Quickly, Chris released your hand, shooting over a smile in an attempt to reassure you that it was okay. But you didn’t miss the flash of hurt through his eyes.  Your stomach sank, worried that you might be ruining this already. 

“Chris, fuck, I’m sorry.” You reached out to pull him to a stop. “I know that I’m overthinking this. I just– this is a lot and your fans are a lot and I’m not trying to screw whatever this is up already. I jus–” 

With a small smile, Chris wrapped his hand around your wrist and pulled you toward the giant oak tree just a couple of feet away, a few brown leaves still clinging onto the branches for dear life. This snowstorm seemed to take them by surprise as well. 

He did a quick sweep of the area around you before gently easing you back against the tree, the snow-dusted bark sending a chill down your spine despite the four layers of clothing that separated you from the tree. 

“I need you to take a deep breath.” 

Your confused look was met with raised eyebrows as Chris stared down at you expectantly. 

Doing as you were told, you breathed in a lungful of cold air, watching the small cloud dissipate around you as you exhaled. “There.” 

“Now,” he smiled, his hands settling on your shoulders. “Now I need to kiss you and then we’ll continue the conversation.” 

Your smile matched his as his gloved hand slid up the side of your neck, lingering just below your hairline. 

“Is that okay?” 

“Is anyone watching?” 

Chris peeked around the tree with a grin, then shook his head. “Nope.” 

“Okay,” you breathed, your eyes dropping to his lips and the way his tongue darted out to wet them. “That’s fine with me.” 

His grin shifted from sweet to wicked, blue eyes flashing with the memories of his hands on you last night. You could read it all over his face. The heat, the desire. 

The want to do it again. 

Chris’s head dipped down, his lips pressing against yours softly like he was testing the waters. Given your hesitation to be out in the open with whatever this is, you understood. 

But the second his tongue brushed against your bottom lip, your hands flew around his neck, pulling his body as close as you could get it. As much as you wanted to keep this between just the two of you, the thought of keeping your hands to yourself now or literally any moment that you’re together in the future felt like torture. 

You could feel the smirk on his lips as they worked against yours, tongues sweeping together, sloppy, desperate, and searching for more. 

A small whimper built in your throat, and Chris groaned, the grip he had on your neck tightening. The heat from the kiss warmed your body, shielding you from the cold outside and you could have melted away with the snow right in his arms. 

He pulled away, his face strained as you separated, like it was just absolute torture to be without your lips on his. 

You definitely understood the sentiment. 

“Okay,” He breathed, “Now that we have that settled, we can talk.” 

You took a deep breath, trying to calm the racing of your heart. 

It didn’t help. 

Nothing would help. 

Because Chris was standing so close to you that his breath tickled your hairline and warmed your skin as it fanned across your face. His hand still weighed heavy on your neck, attempting to massage the tension away. 

The reminder of the words whispered in your ear and the way his fingers slid so easily against you had your core throbbing with want and your thighs clenching against the leg he had resting between them. 

He quirked an eyebrow, that fucking smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he figured out what you were doing. “You’re making it really hard to concentrate, honey.” Chris’s voice was low and gravelly. 

“I’m sorry,” You squeaked, clearing your throat as your cheeks burned. 

“Don’t be.” A deep chuckle vibrated through his chest and against yours. 

You released a shuddering breath, focusing your gaze on the cloud of air that formed and dissipated as you exhaled instead of the inferno blazing behind Chris’s eyes. 

“You gotta stop looking at me like that,” You rasped. 

Chris let out another laugh, taking a step back and leaving you out of breath with shaky knees as you mourned the loss of his body heat. But you needed the distance. 

There was zero chance of a coherent conversation happening if you stayed pressed together like that. 

You knew that now was the time to voice all of your concerns to Chris. To tell him how conflicted and slightly insecure you were feeling. That you weren’t sure if you would be able to handle the pressure of constantly comparing yourself to any woman he’s ever held a conversation with. 

But you just couldn’t. 

Normally, you’d be able to take a step back and breathe, you’d be able to clear your mind from a neutral mindset. 

How many times over the past decade have you given one of his girlfriends a pep talk about how stunning she was and the girls in the past had nothing on her? You hadn’t exactly been telling the truth on a few occasions, so what the hell was stopping you from lying to yourself like that?

Chris removed the black glove from his hand, stuffing it into his pocket. His fingers traced against your jawline gently, blue eyes tracking the movement. Your heart thudded harder against your ribs as you recognized the emotion that flashed across his face. 

Awe. 

He cupped your chin, thumb brushing against your bottom lip and Chris looked as though he was committing everything to memory. Like he’d never get the chance to look at you like this again. Like he was lucky to be the one gliding his fingers over your cold skin. 

It didn’t make sense to you. 

Chris was the celebrity after all. He was sought out and labeled by every website and magazine as THE bachelor. The man that everyone should want. 

You were just an assistant. 

Always the person in the background, never the person in the spotlight. It didn’t suit you. 

You weren’t someone who could just take whatever the media had to say about you with a grain of salt. You would absorb everything and take it to heart. There was no facing it as Chris did. There was no light at the end of this tunnel. Just a deep spiral that ended with you drowning in a vat of insecurity. 

Sure, the two of you could always attempt to keep it a secret, but after spending so much time in the industry, you knew the ins and outs. You knew everything. No secret relationship ever stayed secret for long. And nothing would be the same after. Nothing. 

You’d have to quit your job and if you quit your job, you’d have to move back home because there was no way you’d be able to stay in Boston or near his family. It would be too hard and then–

“Were you planning on including me in this conversation or should I excuse myself?” There was a playfulness to Chris’s tone, but you could easily spot the concern swimming in his eyes. 

“I just–” you sighed, shaking your head as your eyes fell shut for a moment. “I need you to understand that whatever hesitation I have about this–” You lifted your hand to gesture vaguely between the two of you, “It has nothing to do with you. And everything to do with me. I just–” 

The words got caught in your throat. It was hard admitting to yourself that you weren’t as confident as you put on most of the time. Let alone, Chris. 

“I really like you, Chris. And what happened last night… I mean… Fuck. It was amazing,” You huffed out a laugh, looking up at Chris and finally meeting his eyes. “And I really want to keep it going, but–” 

“You don’t want people to know.” He was smiling, but you could see the hurt in his features. Thinking back, you couldn’t recall a single time that Chris had been on this side of the conversation. He was always the one pleading for someone else to be the secret. 

Your gloved hands gripped his biceps, your eyes pleading for him to understand what you were struggling to say. “But not because of you. I mean–” You shook your head. “Yes, because of you. But not because of you.” Everything was coming out wrong.

The right words were within your grasp, you could feel them dancing on the tip of your tongue, but they just wouldn’t come out. 

“I just need time. We need time to figure out what’s happening and where we want this to go. We need to figure out what we mean to each other and how we’re going to navigate literally everything. Work, life, the press. I need to figure out if I have what it takes to–” 

“I’m gonna kiss you.”

Your mouth clamped shut, brows dipping together in confusion. “What?” “Sorry. Can I kiss you?” 

Your eyes bounced between his for a moment before you nodded, Chris wasting approximately half a second before his lips pressed against yours. 

Before you can even savor the taste of him on your tongue, he was pulling away. “I need you to listen to me, okay?” 

You swallowed against the dryness of your throat, nodding once more. 

Chris’s hands came up to cup your cheeks, one gloved and one not. “I need you to understand that I will take you however I can get you. I will savor whatever you have to offer. You will hear no complaints from me. In private, in public, on the clock, off the clock. Today, tomorrow, two months from now.” He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Strictly as friends if that’s what you decide. This is going at whatever pace you want it to. Yeah?” 

The best you could do was nod, Chris’s confession stealing anything intelligent right out of your lungs. 

“If you tell me that you want me to shout it from the rooftops, it’s done. If you tell me that you never want another soul to know, done.”

“But what about you and how you feel?” You countered. “What about what you want?” You loved that Chris was so considerate of your feelings but you’d be a fool if you didn’t also consider how this would make him feel. 

But all he did was shrug. “All I want is you. And if that comes in stolen kisses when no one is watching and secret moments in a crowded room, then that is what I want.” 

His words melted your heart and weakened your knees, tears forming in your eyes. “Promise?” 

Chris’s lips pressed lightly against the tip of your frozen nose. “Promise.” 

You smiled, ignoring the way your nose burned as you blinked back the tears. “I just need time. Time to… Figure out whatever is happening in my head and wrap my brain around the fact that this is even happening in the first place.”

“I know,” He responded quietly. “I’m okay with keeping this a secret. For as long as you need me to. But we’re probably gonna have to tell my mom after a while.” 

“Of course.” You laughed, shaking your head. “Lisa will be the first to know. I think– I think that maybe right now all of this feels like a little bit of a fever dream. Like the second we get back to Boston, we’ll just… Move on. Things will go back to how they were and that’ll be it. And I don’t know if I can handle that.” 

It was easy to see the way Chris’s eyes darkened with lust when he was standing this close. “Trust me, Y/N. This is very real. And now that I’ve had just a little taste, I have no intention of letting you go. In fact, we should get going.” 

“Right now?” You asked. 

“Right now.” His lips found yours once more, his tongue swiping against your bottom lip. An unspoken promise that more was to come. “Because one little taste was not enough. I need you laid out in front of me with that pretty little pussy showing me just how much you need me. And then I’m going to devour you like the starved man you’ve turned me into.” 

Oh. God. 

Chris smirked at the tiny gasp that stole the air between you, knowing damn well what kind of reaction he was going to get from saying those words to you. 

“Let’s–” You cleared your throat, trying to sound less squeaky and more sultry. “Let’s go then.”

“Okay,” He chuckled, “Let’s get out of here.” 

After packing your bag and saying your goodbyes, your car was loaded and Chris was driving behind you on the way back to Boston. 

He’d insisted on driving you through the snow, but your teeny car wouldn’t give Dodger enough room to stretch out, and then Chris’s car would be stranded in Sudbury and you’d have to make another trip out there just to pick it up after the snow cleared. So driving separately just made sense. 

Honestly, having that forty-five minutes to yourself was probably for the best. It gave you a second to clear your mind and think of the positives that could come from just seeing where this thing with Chris went instead of imagining the worst. 

When you pulled up to your apartment, you were genuinely excited to see where this would go and just how long Chris would make you beg before shattering your world in the best way. 

That in itself had your whole body buzzing with need. 

Chris followed you into the parking garage, settling into the guest spot next to yours before getting out of his SUV and making his way over to where you stood. 

He grinned, stopping a few feet away like if he got any closer, he wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to touch you. “I’m gonna take Dodge home and then I’ll be back. Okay?” 

“Why’d you even get out of the car?” You laughed. 

“So I could do this.” 

He moved in closer, gripping the sides of your coat and yanking you into his chest. Your smile matched his as he dipped down, his lips pressing against yours for only a few short seconds before he pulled away. “I’ll be back in twenty.” 

“Okay,” You all but whispered, trying and failing to hold back your smile. 

“Okay,” He repeated, pecking your lips once more before jogging back to his car. “Twenty minutes.” 

“I’ll be here.” 

You waited until Chris pulled back onto the street before grabbing your things to head upstairs. At least twenty minutes would give your heart time to settle before he worked you back up again. Not to mention Mowgli would scream for ten of them, letting you know just how displeased he was to be left alone.

You took the elevator up, pulling your phone out of your pocket when the buzzing didn’t stop after two notifications. 

Fiona: YOU DIDN’T TELL US CHRIS WAS DATING SOMEONE!!! 

Leah: HONESTLY. DOES THIS MAKE YOU THE OTHER WOMAN?

Jenna: They didn’t hook up, they just saw each other naked. I don’t really that counts. It only counts if P enters V.

Fiona: Or fingers. 

Fiona: Or like his mouth on any part of your body. 

Leah: I think we’re getting off track. 

Fiona: WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US CHRIS WAS DATING FUCKING LACEY WINTHROP?

Your heart sank. To a depth that you didn’t even know existed. What the hell were they talking about? Chris insisted that nothing was happening with them! He promised! 

He told you that it was just a one-time thing that didn’t work out and that they were only meeting for fundraising shit. 

Your fingers trembled as you typed out your response. 

You: What are you guys talking about? He said they weren’t dating. 

Fiona: Why were you guys talking about it????? 

You: Fi, I work for him. His personal life is basically my personal life. Can someone PLEASE provide context?!

Leah: I would give anything to watch your nostrils right now. 

Fiona: *Attached Image*

You were going to puke. The three sugar cookies you’d eaten on your drive back home were deadset on making a reappearance. You were going to be sick right in this elevator. 

Chris fucking lied. 

He lied. 

Fiona attached a picture from some tabloid, an extremely close-up and clear-as-day picture of Chris and Lacey standing outside of some restaurant. Her hands were tangled in his hair, his hand was resting on the small of her back. Their lips pressed together. 

The picture was dated after he got back from New York. He told you the date didn’t pan out with her in the first place, yet he still went on another one and kissed her. 

Clearly, he was not telling you the whole truth. 

You swallowed down the urge to vomit and typed out your response. 

You: I had no idea. He told me that they were just friends. Guess he felt like he couldn’t tell me the truth. 

Jenna: I wonder why…. 

You: I don’t know what that means. 

Fiona: *Eyeroll Emoji*

You swiped at your cheek, catching the tear before it could fall too far. Chris was not going to make you cry. 

The chime of the elevator reaching your floor made you jump, pulling you back to reality. You took a shaky breath, typing out a message to Chris as you walked to your apartment. 

You: Raincheck? Migraine coming on. I’m just gonna take a nap. See you Monday?

Three dots danced across the message thread before disappearing and reappearing again. You reached your door, digging in your bag for your keys as your vision started to blur. 

He fucking lied to you. The one person you never expected to hurt you like that. Every promise, every reassurance that he made that everything would be okay went up in flames and your heart was shattered. 

He fucking lied. 

You shoved through the door, dropping everything on the floor as another tear fell. 

Chris: Are you sure? I can bring you something. 

Chris: Did I do something? Is everything okay?

You: I just need to sleep it off. I’ll see you Monday.

Chris: You’re using punctuation… 

You: I’ll talk to you later, Chris. Have a good weekend. 

You tossed your phone onto the couch after locking your front door, ignoring the pain in your chest and the incessant vibrations from your phone as Chris called you. 

Another tear fell and you gave up on trying to keep them in. 

You were stupid to think that Chris would choose you. Obviously, someone like Lacey was more suitable for his lifestyle. She could handle the press. She could handle the fans and the way every small detail would be published for everyone to see. 

You were convenient. A warm body that he sought out quite literally in the middle of a snowstorm. A one-time thing that had no hope of progressing into something more. He lured you in with sweet nothings and gentle kisses, knowing that in the end, he would have Lacey and you would be left wondering if anything that he said to you held any truth. 

The first sob burst through your lips before you reached your bedroom and even Mowgli stayed silent, sensing the heartbreak in the air. 

You would give yourself the weekend to cry. To mourn the hope that you held thinking this would actually work out. You would go to work on Monday with your head held high. 

And then after the ASP event, you’d book a flight home. 

For good. 

Chris x reader being really tight friends.

Like they hold hands, hug, forehead/cheek kisses.

They go to an award show, reader is friendly flirting with a Co star of Chris.

He sees it while giving an interview.

When he finishes he comes up from behind, hugs reader close to him and kisses readers cheek. He's slightly jealous...

Media goes wild...

Both phones blow up. Speculations about secret relationship...

Something like that. Thanks 😘

Because I Want You

WARNINGS: Swearing, big mad Chrissy, little angst, jealous Chris

DISCLAIMER: All characters and events written, even those based on real people are entirely fictional and are no representation or comment of said characters in real life. 

“How you feeling?” Chris placed his hand on your knee in the limo, rubbing small circles with his thumb over the expensive fabric, desperate to feel your skin. 

“I might die from excitement! Did I say thank you? because this is a dream come true.” 

“You’ve only said thank you 500 times… but once again you’re welcome and for the final time I wanted you to come because there was no way I was doing this alone.” 

“I know I’m just super excited to rub shoulders with celebrities.” You bit your lip, shaking your head in disbelief. 

“You know I’m considered a celebrity, right?” 

“Yeah, but a REAL celebrity not my guy best friend who despite being a movie star is still in my mind the 12-year-old boy who pinned my down and threatened to lick me unless I gave him the last cookie.”

 “Classic move. Worked every single time.” Chris sat smugly.

“You’re disgusting” you glared at him.

“Yet you love me.” He moved a hair out of your face and kissed you on the cheek. 

“Do I look good?” You gestured at your dress,

“For the 20th time you look fucking amazing” Chris’s eyes scanned your body like he had done many times this evening, but this time felt like he could openly admire how you looked in the dress. Your boobs and curves filled it out in a way not many women could master, you looked sexy and classy. 

 “Ok good I just wanted to hear you say it again, also because Henry Cavill is going to be there and omg that man is just… swoon” You smiled, jokingly fanned your face. 

Chris’s hand gripped your knee a little tighter. “Yeah. he will be…” His voice got a little quieter as he looked out of the window, slightly taken aback by the comment about his co-star. 

Noticing the car coming to a stop, he prepared himself to step out.

“It’s showtime baby, now remember I’ll be right next to you the whole time but when I have to do an interview go stand near my assistant, so I know where you are, ok?” 

“Yeah, yeah I get it come on!” You pushed him out of the car, his eyes rolling at your eagerness as he moved around to your door and opened it up for you. 

Holding out his hand to help you out of your seat. You were immediately met to the sounds of screams and flashing lights. 

Your hand still firmly on Chris’s as he eased you towards the carpet, he dropped it monetarily to wrap it around your waist, putting you in a secure position close to him.

You posed in front of the sea of photographers, increasingly more aware that you’re getting 1000 photos taken of you at once, you go tight in Chris’s grip.  

Noticing the instant tension of your body at the scene in front of you, he moved his mouth down, kissing your temple “relax, they’ll love you.” He whispered against your head. 

You gave him a small smile moving towards his ear “I’m shitting myself.” You whispered in his ear, his head immediately fell back in a roar of laughter “don’t worry me too babe” he said, smirking at you. 

“Chris, we need you for an interview can you come over here please.” 

“I’ll be 5 minutes.” He squeezed your waist in reassurance, kissing your cheek quickly as he moved to the handheld mic, and you sulked to the side-lines.

Taking the moment to catch your breath and take in the scene of chaos around you, a hand pressed gently on your shoulder blade. 

“Apologies, I just had to talk to the rumoured woman of the hour.” A suave British accent startled you out of your haze. 

Your eyes widened at the gorgeous man who had appeared behind you, his tall, muscular figure, looking down on you was contrasted by his soft eyes and charming smile. 

“Don’t apologise… woman of the hour?”

“Seems everyone’s talking about that dress…” He gestured to your navy-blue number. 

“Well, I was worried about whether it would be ok for this kind of thing, I’m not really used to it.” 

“I think it’s more than ok; I’d say it’s brilliant, especially on you.” His piercing gaze never left yours as his tongue peaked out to wet his lower lip, admiring the sight of you. 

Your eyes were firmly fixed on Henry’s, lost in the intense eye contact so you didn’t notice the fidgety Chris, stuttering to answer questions as he neck stretched out, trying to reach your eyes. His jaw tightened at the sight of you and Henry, jealously burned in his stomach as he watched his co-star undress you with his eyes. 

Trying not to show his annoyance but it was clear his mind was half in the interview, giving vague answers of “oh yeah” “it’s great, it’s brilliant, ya know…” eyes skating towards you constantly as he shoved his fidgeting hands in his pockets, shifting his weight back and forth on his feet.

“Where are my manners, I’m Henry.” He held out a hand, you placed yours in his, where the size difference between the two become obvious. He sandwiched your hand softly between both of his, shaking slightly but never letting go. 

“Oh, I know. Y/N, I’m a friend of Chris’s.”

“Friend, you say? Oh well that’s good news, I thought maybe you two were...” 

“Chris and me? Oh no we are just-“ you were interrupted as strong hands wrapped around your waist pulling you towards his chest, hoping you’d ease into his grip. His mouth going to the skin between your jaw and your shoulder, placing a soft, wet kiss. 

“Hey baby, I see you’ve met Henry.” 

“Ahh Chris, hi! Yeah, she’s great we were just talking about you.” Henry got visibly nervous and confused seeing the sudden affection between the two of you. 

Blush rose to your cheeks in embarrassment. 

“Oh really! Awesome well seems Y/N here forgot about this thing we have to go do…”

“I… what…” you looked back at Chris, confusion all over your face.

“Yeah, the thing inside, come on. But hey! we’ll see you after, man. Alright?” Chris was smiling and charismatic but the look in his eyes was a clear, stern stare of “she’s mine, back off.”

The men shared a silent conversation with their eyes, marking a clear understanding that you couldn’t quite decipher. 

“Yeah, of course, lovely to meet you again, Y/N hope you enjoy the night.” His hand rubbed the back of neck, unsure of whether he should kiss you goodbye but not wanting to further anger the territorial bear that was Chris right now. 

Chris pulled you by your arm inside and towards a secluded hallway away from wandering eyes and all the noise. 

“What the fuck was that about? Chris you just ruined my chances with Henry Cavill!” 

“Good! What the fuck was that? I’m giving an interview and can’t give you attention for 5 minutes, so you go off and find someone else? Sorry I didn’t know Henry fucking Cavill was your best friend for 25 years and that he took you to a major award show as his date!” 

“We were talking Chris! It’s not like I was playing tonsil tennis on the carpet - what has gotten into you? You don’t own me! I can flirt with whoever I want! Why do you always have to ruin every chance I get with a guy because you’re so miserable being single you can’t stand to see someone else happy!” 

“Because I want to be with you!” 

You paused in shock at his sudden confession. 

“I’ve been in love with you since middle school for fucksakes and you never noticed. I saw you and Henry and fuck it yeah, I got jealous, I couldn’t stand. I’m sorry I ruined it for you, I just-“ 

You cut him off by planting a strong kiss on his lips. He instantly relaxed, hands falling to your waist as you ran your hands through his hair, deepening the kiss. 

You pulled out looking up at him “I don’t want Henry Cavill.”

“You were trying to make me jealous?” He looked at you quizzically. 

You nodded slowly. “It worked though, didn’t it?” 

He shook his head and tutted “You are something else you know that?” Before grabbing your face and planting another kiss on you.

What you thought was a private intimate moment turned out to be filmed by some intern peaking around the corner. Turns out you too loud mouths weren’t as quiet when you were fighting as you thought. 

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