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He spent so much time on them and for me he got lazy

Oh my sweet holy angels...this was something I started after Indigenous day last year (2021) but never got back around to finishing it. I've been having really bad writers block and haven't been able to finish writing the Dark!Thor fic (that I also started back in 2021) yet, but it's like 2/3rds of the way done...a lot has changed since I last posted a fic...for example I recently decided to take a break from school and dropped out of this fall term...I've also been working overtime so yeah...finally had a day off today and I spent it finishing this piece of junk... anyways, hope ya'll enjoy this trash dumped from my overworking brain (๑~๑) I also refuse to proof read...and I will die on this messy anti-beta reading hill (because my eyes hurt and I am too lazy to bother) this is also 8,798 f*cking words..so yeah

-Growing up, you were all alone until you met Steve and you two bonded over being outcasts, but after the serum, you're left all alone again...or are you?

*18+!!!*

WARNING: horrible grammar, NOT edited, bad English (please be nice I know my English is bad, it’s not my first language 🥺) mentioning of unprotected sex (wrap your willy before you get silly), mean and dark Steve, angsty, fat-shaming, ED, pregnancy, noncon, breath play, choking...honestly read at your own risk because I am a warning all on my own

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You had the biggest crush on Steve Rogers, you fell for him the day you met him. The scrawny little boy who stood up for you when a group of kids cornered you and berated you for your weight, acne, and stubby stature. You two would get made fun of, pointed and laughed at whenever you two went out together, so instead you both would meet privately, getting away from your harsh reality to somewhere no one could disrupt you two, your shared safe space. You two began to date secretly, no one knew about you two, not even Bucky knew. When Steve would get set up with another pretty girl that was friends with Bucky's latest flame, you couldn't help but to worry if he'd lose interest in you. Steve would always reassure you that he'd never fancy such shallow women, that he only had eyes for you.

When Steve first told you that he was accepted and would be leaving soon to join the army, you fought every fiber in your body to not break down and beg him to stay, you understood that this was Steve's dream. That was the night you lost your virginity to Steve, holding him close before he would leave you for war. After Steve left you cried as you held onto the shirt he left behind for you, allowing yourself to let go off all the emotions you refused to show to within his presence.

Steve would come and visit whenever he could, whenever he came back, you two would spend most of your time together in bed, wrapped up in the sheets with every inch of your bare bodies touching. After Steve wrote and explained to you that he had received the serum you did your best to not let your fears get the better of you, this was good for Steve, he was healthier, happier, and could now achieve all his dreams with less roadblocks in his way. Steve stopped visiting just before receiving the serum, all you had left of him were his letters, but when those became more and more scarce you had to remind yourself that Steve had more responsibility now that he was the face of America, THE Captain America.

Your parents had sent you to buy things from town for dinner, as you were browsing the store shelves your eye caught a familiar blond man. He must’ve felt you watching him, Steve looked up and it was as if he was a child caught stealing candy. “Doll!” He quickly recovered and suddenly you were engulfed in muscular arms, “Y/n, what are you doing here? I was planning to surprise you.” You couldn’t reply and only stared at Steve with wide eyes, you hadn’t seen him with the serum and felt overwhelmed by his tall and muscular frame, you awkwardly returned his sudden hug.

"What happened to you Stevie? Why are you so..." you paused, your tongue stuck on what words to use that wouldn't be impolite and rude.

"Big? Healthy? Strong? Well it's thanks to the serum doll." Steve smiled down at your with his breath taking boyish smile, the same one that always made you swoon. "I've got something I must tend to, can you meet me at the Wellington Hotel? I am in room 214, be there by 10 sharp." Too stunned to realized what was happening you simply nodded your head as Steve roughly pulled away and left you standing in the aisle with all your questions and words floating in the unspoken air around you. After standing in the aisle like an odd buffoon, you managed to collect yourself and process what had just really happened. As you finished getting what you were instructed to and on your way home, you couldn't help but to wonder why Steve was staying in a hotel and not in his apartment that you helped upkeep for him in his leave, he still paid the rent regularly, you would know because you had just been there not too long ago to dust and care for his things so that they wouldn't ware away with time.

Your eldest brother's fiancé Jenny had asked for your help at the sewing mill, but instead of going you decided to use it as a cover to go meet Steve. You'd already talked to your parents and Jenny about working tonight so they wouldn't question where you were, and with the war becoming so intense they also wouldn't question you about when you'd return. Many people often found themselves working day and night in order to try and do their part for the country. Your father and brothers worked to scrap metal for the war, your mother worked to feed the family on rations, and you worked at the local sewing mill.

You did your best to be discreet in order to not draw any attention when you got to the hotel, it was indecent for an unmarried young woman to be meeting a man in a hotel like this. You carefully knocked on the door of room 214 and twiddled with your fingers nervously, you yelped when the door suddenly opened and you were yanked into the dark the room. "Wha-" Before you could finish speaking, you were silenced by Steve's hand covering your mouth.

"No one saw you coming here did they? You didn't tell anyone you were coming to see me did you?" You pulled Steve's hand away from your mouth and huffed a few breaths of air before replying, "No, it would be indecent, I made sure to be careful." Steve seemed to relaxed and sighed in relief, "Good, I don't want to risk anyone knowing." You wanted to question Steve as to what he meant and why the lights were off in the dark room but before you could ask him he was already pulling at your clothes and kissing your jaw, your mind clouded as you melted like goo in his arms.

You gasped as Steve lifted you and wrapped your legs around his waist, something you two had never done before due to your size differences. He walked you over to the bed and threw you onto it, he open the front of your dress and pushed down your bra as he slid down your body while his mouth bit and sucked its way down from your jaw to your breasts. The room filled with the sounds of your panting and moans of needing more, but Steve didn't seem to make a sound. When you reached up to hold Steve close, he roughly pulled away from your touch and grabbed your wrists, holding them down with one hand as he used his other to bunch up your dress around your hips and ripped your underwear off to place himself at your entrance. You could feel that he still had all his clothes on and had simply taken his cock out of his pants. Without warning Steve shoved himself inside of you, when you opened your mouth to scream from the pain of not being prepared properly Steve slammed his free hand over you mouth, covering your nose as well. As he barbarically pumped in and out of you, he finally began to moan, and instead of your name coming from his lips, Steve repeated another woman's name.

Peggy.

Your tears wouldn't stop as you felt yourself losing consciousness from the lack of air and pain of Steve's brutal thrusts. As you tried to free your hands and shook your head violently side to side in hopes of removing his hand from blocking your airways, you felt yourself becoming more and more tired until everything eventually faded and you lost consciousness.

It was still dark out when you woke up, you found yourself laying sprawled out on the floor in the cold with nothing covering you. Carefully gathering yourself and doing your best to stand on your aching legs as your neither regions screamed in pain, you looked around for Steve and saw him sleeping peacefully on the bed. When you couldn't stand anymore due to the painful aftermath of what Steve did to you, you decided to settle on the edge of the bed, but as soon as you sat Steve suddenly kicked you off onto the floor.

"Get out, people will be waking up soon." You sat stunned, unable to move as you replayed his words in your head over and over again. "Did you not hear me?" Steve got up from the bed and roughly grabbed your arm and dragged you towards the door, "Fix your rags and get out."

"Steve..."You felt as though the air was suddenly as hard as the bricks that made up the walls around you.

"Y/n, I gave you what you wanted, now get out. I will not be repeating myself." Steve's nose flared in anger as he glared into your soul.

"I...I thought you loved me?" Your tears began to fall again, your mind scrambled, unable to understand what was happening.

"Y/n, look at yourself and then look at me. I am every woman and man's dream, why would I be with someone like you? You are fat, your face is covered in acne scars and you are far too short for me. My status is too high to be associated with someone like you. Before the serum I was just as much a loser as you, but now I am the image of perfection, I cannot be with someone who is the definition of 'other'. After I received the serum I came to the realization that we couldn't be together anymore, I've also met someone else...last night was just me making sure that I truly loved her, and it can also be seen as a goodbye to you. I used to feel guilty, but being with you last night made me realize that your body does nothing but disgust me now that I've been with the true love of my life. Now get out before people start waking up, or else I will call for security and tell them that you are a crazy woman who came in here in hopes of harassing Captain America." Steve didn't spare you another look as he opened the door and gestured for your to leave. You quietly gathered yourself and limped out of the room as he shut the door behind you before you could turn around to say goodbye to him.

You limped and made it home before the sun finished rising, you decided to shower and scrubbed yourself clean of evidence from the previous night, hoping to scrub away the pain of Steve's brutal assault and his words with the crusted cum on your legs and breasts. After you finished cleaning off, you decided to sleep in hopes of sleeping away the pain and to avoid seeing your parents in your current mental state. No one disturbed your sleep, thinking that you had spent the whole night at the mill working.

When you finally awoke, you didn't know what to do or think...you seemed to go through the days with little to no emotions, you became quieter and withdrew from everyone around you more and more, feeling disgusted with yourself and replaying Steve's cruel words over and over again in your head, you began to skip meals. When asked about your sudden change, you simply blamed it on the stress of war times and that worked, until you came down with what you thought was a stomach bug that wouldn't leave. But even then you ignored it, even when your clothes started shrinking despite you starving yourself, or when your monthlies never came, you ignored all the signs and evidence of that night until you couldn't anymore. One night after you came home from the mill you found you parents and brothers all sitting in the dining room waiting for you.

"Sit y/n." Your father sat at the head of the table, in this house his word was the law. You sat and looked down at the table, refusing to look up and meet the eyes of your family members or down at your lap that was covered by your growing middle. "William asked Jenny about what happened at the mill four months ago, specifically the night when you limped home and refused to speak to anyone before sleeping the whole day and night away. She said that you never made it to the mill, so tell us y/n, if you did not go to the mill then who did you meet? Because whoever it is, I know that they are the father of that bastard child you are caring." You felt the tears fall one at a time until suddenly, all at once. You finally let yourself go and allowed the sobs to take over your body as everything you'd been ignoring came crushing down on you.

"Oh dear..." your mother came to your side and held you in her arms as your sobs violently shook throughout your body. She carefully wiped away your tears and whispered soft words to you. "What happened dear, tell mom, I won't be mad. Please, you are my only daughter, I've seen how you no longer smile, how you've become withdrawn and dulled."

After a few hiccups, you finally managed to whisper out the words you'd been dreading to face, "I was raped..." As the words left your tongue, your sobs grew louder and you felt your body give out, falling slack into your mother's safe embrace. Your brothers sucked in a breath and your father sat stunned, they seemed to piece together your mother's words and observations with their own experiences with you the last few months and digested it alongside the three horrid words you spoke aloud.

"Y/n..." Your eldest brother William whispered your name and looked at your broken state as the rest his words died before he could speak them. There were always stories of young girls being assaulted, but that was something that only happened to other people...except now it had happened to you, their little sister, and they didn't know what to do or feel.

"Did you see how he looked like?" Your father's voice cracked, betraying him as he tried to hold a strong front at the head of the table. You didn't trust yourself to reply, unable to lie to your family anymore, so instead all you did was cry harder, conflicted with what you were facing. Your mother cried tears of her own as she hushed you like a child and held you closer to her, she looked up at your father with pleading eyes and he understood what she was asking. Even without words, your mother's pained eyes pleaded at your father to not force you to speak and relive the pain you'd experienced that night, and although he wanted to know more in order to try and help you, he complied to your mother's unsaid plea and nodded at your brothers to hold their tongues. "Y/n, you are my only daughter, your mother and I love you very much. But in order to protect you, we must send you away. Your late uncle left your mother his farm, it is far but also close enough that we can come to visit you from time to time...it would be safest and best for you to live there. If you stay here then people will talk, and both you and your child may become endangered due to gossip."

You held your mother tighter, shoving your face further into her chest as you nodded and tried to drown out the sniffling of your brothers silently crying around the family table. The rest of the night was spent packing your things, by morning your things were all loaded into your brother John's work car and everyone waved goodbye to you as your parents drove you away from your childhood home.

When you arrived at the deserted farm your father unloaded the car as your mother helped you clean and unpack some of your things, the drive had taken a full day and night of traveling. You felt guilty and insisted your parents rested a day or two before they returned home, but because of work they ended up only staying that day before starting the drive back.

A month passed and you slowly became accustomed to the house, you worked to sew and fix up old clothes and shoes that Jenny would have William give to John whenever he came by to drop off necessities for you. Your belly grew bigger and it soon became harder to do things around the house, you often found yourself walking around barefoot on the cold hard wooden floors since it had become too hard to bend and put on your socks and shoes. Because John would come to drop off things for you to help patch up, you were able to make a few pennies on the side to prepare for the baby's arrival. You also sent letters home with him and received many from each member of your family, especially your mother.

But John suddenly stopped coming, and then your mother sent a letter through the mail telling you not to try and contact home until John came back. She didn't detail why but you felt that maybe some folks from back home may have started gossiping about your sudden departure, so you respected your mother's wish and stopped writing as instructed and waited for her to write you again or for John to visit and let you know of when this sudden ban would be lifted.

After 2 months of nothing but silence, you became worried. You wanted to return home to see if everything was alright, but now that you were around 6-7 months pregnant, you decided against it and did your best to sit tight in the nearly empty house. You missed seeing your brother, you often found yourself sitting in silence with your ears subconsciously searching for the sound of an old engine, hoping that John would be back to collect the items you'd patched up and with letters from your family with him.

One night while you were upstairs getting ready for bed, your ears caught the sound of an engine. You thought maybe your mind was play tricks, but the sound got closer and before your knew it, your legs began to waddle their way as fast as possible through the house. From the window you could see that there was a vehicle in the front of the house, you were a bit confused at first, you knew what John's work car looked like and it definitely wasn't the one outside, but you chose to ignore the bad feeling at the pit of your stomach after reminding yourself that only your family knew you were out here in the middle of nowhere.

There was a loud knock at the front door and you tried to fasten your pace to go open the door to greet your family after not seeing them for so long. Who you came face to face with stunned you, your instinct kicked in and just as quickly as you'd opened the door, you shut it again and locked it.

"Open the door right now doll, you don't know what I've gone through in order to be here." Steve banged his fist against the door over and over, each one harder than the last, "if you don't open the door then you're gonna regret it. I'm serious y/n, how do you think I found you? I have your family and if you don't open this door then you're never gonna see them ever again." Afraid of what he'd do to your family, you quickly unlocked and opened the door for him.

"What are you doing here?" Your words wavered like your bravery, showcasing your fear.

"Why else would I be here doll, I'm here for you and our child." You stared at Steve and carefully studied his features, he looked older, rougher, his hair was no longer the bright blond it was those months ago, it was now a darker dirty blond. After a while of standing and staring at each other in silence, Steve carefully pushed his way inside. "I know you must have more questions, but I'll explain more inside."

You numbly led him into the living room and stood away from him "Where is my family? What have you done to them?"

"I'll get to that doll, first come here and let me hold you, it's been so long since I've seen you." Steve walked over to you and wrapped his arms around you before you could get away.

"Let me go Steve, tell me where my family is now." You tried to pull away from his embrace but Steve just held you tighter.

"You know y/n, your reaction is a bit different from your family's..did you know I went missing? That I was presumed dead after saving the world by diving myself and a plane loaded with a bomb into ice cold water?" You scrunched your eyebrows together, not understanding anything Steve was saying, he was very clearly alive and in front of you. As if understanding something Steve laughed bitterly as he released you from his embrace and grabbed your upper arms to shake you, "You didn't know? You claim to love me and yet you didn't know that I, the father of your child, died?" He paused to think for a second and scoffed, "Well I guess it does make sense that you wouldn't know, after all, you're out here in the middle of nowhere all alone."

"Steve I don't know what you're talking about or what you want, so please just tell me where my family is and leave me alone." You became more and more frightened by Steve's odd behavior and the crazy things he was saying.

Steve shook his head and looked down at you, "Your family is safe y/n, they put up quite a fight when I came back from the dead to find you. They kept claiming that you'd gotten married and left, but I already knew the truth, I knew that you hadn't left because you got married. I checked for your records when I woke up in the future y/n, couldn't help but wonder what happened to you after I found out that Peggy went off and married, she lived a happy life without me. Should've known that the bitch would move on as easily as she was to fuck. But imagine my surprise and pain when I found out that you'd died in childbirth around 9 to 10 months after we'd spent our last night together?" Steve's hold on you became rougher, he pulled you to him and neared your face, "Imagine that y/n, learning that the one person who ever truly loved me, died trying to give birth my child all alone in a bathtub in the middle of nowhere with no one to be there for her in her last moments. I tried to find your and our child's resting place you know, but everywhere I looked all landed in a dead end, because you two were buried in some unmarked grave on a piece of random land that your parents sold after you died. If your brother hadn't confessed what happened to you on his death bed, then I never would've known about any of this." you gasped in pain as Steve's hold on your upper arms became unbearable, Steve held you closely against him, your bump being squished against his hard body.

Steve seemed to be deep in his own mind when you felt a strong kick from the baby, expressing their displeasure at being woken up from how hard Steve was squishing your bump between you two. Steve's eyes widened and his hold on you softened, he pulled back carefully and looked down at your bump. As if on cue, the baby decided to kick again and Steve saw the way your stomach slightly stretch out where the baby had kicked, he carefully placed his right hand over the spot and felt the baby kick a third time. Steve started crying as he fell to his knees and hugged your waist and rested his head on you stomach.

"I'm so sorry y/n, I never should’ve left you or did what I did to you. But I'm back now, and I can fix things, I swear, I'm not gonna let you and our baby die this time." You tried to pull away from Steve but with every attempted tug, he held on tighter and sobbed harder.

"Steve please get up..." You became more uncomfortable, but no matter how confused or scared you were, you also understood that this wasn't your Steve, this Steve was someone else, someone broken and far more dangerous. You had to be careful not to provoke him. Steve stood and hugged you, he buried his nose in you hair and inhaled the smell of your hair.

"I'm gonna make this right y/n, we're gonna be a happy family. Just like we always used to talk about." You didn't say anything, too afraid of this fragile yet dangerous man...all you did was nod slowly and carefully pulled away from him.

"You seem tired, how about we get some rest and talk more about this in the morning, it's getting very late... I understand what you said, but it's just hard to process... there's a spare room upstairs, you must be tired from driving..." You spoke with a soft tone, careful to not trigger the strange Steve, hoping that he would take this is an act of submission and he wouldn't become aggressive like before.

After leading Steve to the spare room, you returned to your room to sleep. As you were about to fall asleep Steve suddenly barged into your room. You'd debated locking your door earlier but decided against it, too afraid of possibly provoking Steve. Before you could question if he needed anything, Steve walked to your bed and climbed in alongside you and pulled you to his chest, resting his chin on the top of your head. "I can't sleep without you, I need to hold you. After everything I-... I refuse to spend another night without you in my arms." As uncomfortable as you felt, your fear greatly outweighed it, so all you did was nod your head and pat Steve's back in hopes of pleasing the stranger with a familiar face. After some time, you felt Steve's breathing even out and you followed him into your own dreamless sleep.

During the middle of the night you woke up with the intense need to pee, as you were carefully untangling yourself from Steve you accidentally woke him up. "What are you doing?" His rough and booming voice scared you.

"The baby is pressing on my bladder, I have to pee..." he hummed and released you from his hold.

"Hurry back." you nodded and headed to the bathroom out in the hall to do your business. After you finished peeing, you noticed the dry feeling in your throat and decided to get some water from the kitchen. While on your way back upstairs from the kitchen you passed the living room and saw the keys to Steve's car, you looked back and forth between the set of keys and the stairs leading up to where Steve slept, unaware of the idea that popped in your head.

You quietly grabbed the keys, slipping on an old pair of shoes that were too big for your feet, you carefully opened the front door as quietly as you could and walked out into the night towards the car. As you were unlocking the car and getting in to try and adjust the seat you saw the living room lights turn on and the front door swing open. Steve face twisted into the most horrendous look of anger you'd ever seen in your many years of being alive. Panicked, you shoved the keys into the emission and started the car.

"Y/n get the fuck out of the car right now and come here before I break your fucking legs." Steve marched his way towards the car, just as he was about to grab onto the car's doorhandles you stepped on the gas and drove away. As your sped away you heard the Steve growl angrily. You didn't know where to go, but you knew that you had to get away from here and closer to civilization. As you were speeding down the road you caught a glimpse of Steve running alongside the car, afraid you tried to press on the gas but that didn't seem to work. Before you knew it, Steve jumped onto the car and yanked off the passenger door handle, you stepped onto the brakes with full force and threw Steve off the car. The car swerved out of control and fell into a ditch, crawling your way out of the car, you felt your left leg shooting with pain, as you looked down at it you saw your bone sticking out. As you laid panting on the side of the road, you placed your arms around your bump and was thankful to feel the baby kicking away to show their unhappiness at the situation. You turned your head when you heard footsteps approaching you, look at the cut up bare feet and all you felt was despair course its way throughout your being, how had Steve survived?

He didn't say anything as he crouched down and pulled up your nightgown to check your stomach, spreading you legs apart to look between your thighs, "There's no bleeding, that's good, means you didn't hurt our baby pulling that dumb stunt of yours." He roughly grabbed your left leg and looked at the bone sticking out, without another word he grabbed your right leg with both his hands and snapped it at the knee, breaking it too, you screamed from the excruciating pain, "I told you I'd break your legs if you didn't listen. This your own fault doll."

Steve stood up and went to open the trunk of the car, "You know, I wanted to keep my words and let you see your family, to let you say your goodbyes before I returned with you despite my displeasure at them for keeping the both of you away from me for two whole months, but now that you've done this, I won't feel any guilt for refusing you your goodbyes." Steve came back with some weird looking clothes in hand, he first put it on himself before he stripped you and put the clothes on you as well. Steve pulled out some weird devices and scooped you into his arms bridal style before the world around you swirled together into weird shapes and colors, blurring together into muddled nonsense before everything went black.

You woke up feeling completely numb, you couldn't feel your arms or legs. The memories of what happened came crashing all at once, causing you to have a bad headache. As you opened your eyes you tried to ask for help, but instead of words rolling off your tongue, you moaned out unintelligible nonsense, alerting the nurse checking your vitals that you were awake.

"Oh, you're awake, I'll go get Captain Rogers, Mr. Stark, and Dr. Banner." The nurse walked away without further explanation and didn't to try and comfort your very clearly distressed self. Not long after she left, Steve and two strange men came into the room.

"The baby's fine, she's got a few broken bones, but considering that you were the one who deliberately caused one, I'd say there’s really not much to worry about. Just monitor her injuries for infection and try to get her some more nutritious food, the tests came back with some slightly worrisome lack of proper vitamins." The man with glasses explained to Steve with a small smile on his face, acting as if this was all normal and Steve purposely breaking one of your legs was a sort of joke between them.

"I had some people move and set up some things for her at your house. Pepper also had a field day with the baby prep stuff, just like when she went on a spree when we had Morgan." The man who spoke had an arm that didn't look human, he was holding a weird piece of glass in his hands spoke without ever bothering to look up from the weird thing in his hands.

"Thank you both, tell the rest of the team I said thanks to them too, everyone has been so helpful." Steve smiled at the two men and walked up to the side of the bed, he caressed your head and bent down to kiss your forehead.

These people were insane, how could they act as is this was normal. "No need to thank us Steve, you deserve some happiness, we all do...we've all been through so much." A woman with red hair suddenly spoke up from the door, she walked over and hugged Steve. "It's good to see you back, some of us worried when you didn't com back sooner."

"Hey Nat, sorry, got held up dealing with some people when I went back." Steve chuckled and shook his head, they all continued to ignore your presence and spoke amongst themselves before they all eventually excused themselves and went off to do their own thing.

"Well doll, those were some very important people, I'm glad you behaved. Bruce and Dr. Cho both gave the OK so we'll be going home after the ultrasound later." You again tried to say something but nothing came out, only a weak and course croaking sound came out. Steve quickly stepped towards you and carefully helped you drink some lukewarm water that was resting on the table beside you. "Sorry doll, your throat must be so dry."

After drinking some water with Steve's help you took a few deep breaths and looked up at him, "Where are we?" Your words so soft that it could've been mistaken for the wind blowing through the window.

"We're in the compound's hospital suite, after the OBGYN finishes giving one last ultrasound we can head home." Steve smiled down at you with a glint of a crazed look at the back of his eyes. He sat on a chair beside your bed and held your hand in his, he kissed your knuckles, drawing your attention to where he kissed you saw a shiny ring on your ring finger. "After the baby is born and you've completely healed, we can hold a beautiful ceremony. For now just focus on getting better doll." You realized what he meant and scrunch up your face is disgust, how could he expect you to marry him after all that he's done to you.

"I want to go home Steve...please...I'm sorry...please just let me go home..." you didn't know what else to do besides plead for Steve to let you go home.

"I know doll, we'll go home after they check on the baby one last time." He smiled at you reassuringly, clearly not understanding what you meant by home. Before you could correct him and explain, a woman came in with a strange machine contraption, she introduced herself as being a doctor and explained that she was going do something weird so that you could somehow see your baby on the machine, you didn't understand what she was saying but Steve kept nodding and seemed to understand everything. The doctor moved exposed your belly, she placed a weird substance on it and used an odd object to push along and spread the substance around your belly. The machine showed weird shapes as she moved the object around, she smiled and stopped when a big weird shape that looked slightly human-like showed on the machine. She turned and touched some things on the machine before the room was filled with the sound of a loud steady beating.

"That is your baby on the screen and their heartbeat sounds very strong." Steve had tears in his eyes as he held your hand and looked at the shape on the machine, you didn't fully understand, but you did understand that you were looking at your baby and you were hearing their heartbeat. The doctor moved the object and pushed into your stomach slightly as if searching for something and faced to you when she did find whatever it was that she was looking for, "Congratulations, you're having a boy Mr and Mrs. Rogers." she continued explaining more and talked with Steve for a bit, but you drowned out their conversation, all you could focus on was the news she'd given you. When you came back to, the doctor had cleaned everything up and was saying her goodbyes as she left.

Steve carefully helped you put on a loose dress and carried you onto a wheelchair that a nurse had brought in after the doctor left, he wheeled you past strange rooms filled with even stranger things. After placing you in a weird yet comfortable car, Steve drove you through a city covered in large screens that displayed odd images with vibrant colors, people wore weird clothes as he drove past them. Steve did not seem phased at any of this, acting as if this was all normal to him, "I know, it can be overwhelming at first doll, but don't worry too much about getting used to it, we won't be surrounded by all this at the house." You wanted to say something, ask all the questions that tornado'ed around in your mind..but you were left speechless and overwhelmed. As Steve continued to drive, you slowly felt the hum of the car moving lull you to sleep.

"Come on doll, I know you must be so exhausted, but you gotta wake up and eat some food." Steve's soft voice woke you up, this time when you looked around, you saw that you were in a room full of sharp looking objects, there was no warmth around. "I know, everything looks very monochrome and modern, but that's just Tony's style, we can get stuff and decorate the house more to your liking after you get better." Steve carefully helped you sit up on the soft bed and hand fed you food he blew on to chill.

You closed your mouth and turned your head, refusing to eat the weird food that he was trying to feed you. "Steve...where are we...I want to go home, I don't know what’s going on and why you're doing this or what I've done, but please just take me home. I don't know what you want, but I'll try to give it to you...please...just let me go home...I wanna see my family..." you cried as you finally managed to voice your pleas to Steve. He let out a frustrated sigh and placed the food on the table beside the bed.

"Y/n, you are home. I'm doing this for us, I know I hurt you with how I left, but I'm doing my best to make it up to you alright? I travelled through time just to bring you to the future so that we could have the life we always dreamed of. As for your family...that is your own fault, if you'd just listened to me then I would've let you see them and say your goodbyes, but instead you decided to put yourself and our baby in danger. Please stop crying and looking at me as if I'm a monster, I'm doing this for us, for our little family." Steve placed his hand on your bump and caressed it lovingly, "When I first came out of the ice and realized that I'd lost nearly 70 years, I felt lost and broken. Then after I managed to learn and adapt, I looked for answers. When I learned that Peggy had lived happily without me, I felt defeated, I'd saved the country and countless lives, but it cost me my own life and happiness. While I grieved the lost of Peggy, I had a dream of you one night. After that dream I remembered how I'd broken your heart and wondered what'd happened to you, so I searched for answers...at first every lead I had led to a dead end, it was as if you'd disappeared off the face of the earth...that was until I found out that your brother William was still alive, I eventually managed to arrange a visit with him and told him we were old friends in school, that we'd bonded because of our loser statuses and he opened up like red sea did for Moses. He told me about how your parents sent you away to live on a farm all alone after your family had found out you were pregnant after getting raped. He told me about how your brother John always drove back and forth between home and the farm house, how overtime John became frustrated and irritated that he was always the one who had to drive back and forth, he told me about how you would never talk about your rape, how John became suspicious that you knew who it was and was trying to protect their identity. William wept as he told me about how John had refused to come see you after you'd refused to talk to him about who had assaulted you. He barely managed to make out the explanation of how John and him found you dead, covered in your own blood in a cold bathtub, all alone. How John blamed himself for refusing to drive to check up on you, William also detailed to me about how the guilt ate at John until he couldn't live with himself anymore and he took his own life as well.".

Steve reached out for your left hand and played with the shiny ring he'd placed on your finger without your permission, "When I asked where you and our baby was buried, William just stared off and said that he couldn't remember, that your family had buried you in what used to be the garden of flowers before you parents sold the old farm off to a company. When he couldn't grasp why I was so invested in what happened to you, I revealed to him the truth. That I'd been the one who raped you, I told him everything and I watched as your brother died of anger, frustration, and heartache. I could've called for a nurse or doctor, but I didn't I watched him die a slow, pained, and guilt-filled death. What I did to you wasn't right, but how your family casted you away and left you and our unborn child to die alone in a cold bathtub in the middle of nowhere was worst." You trembled and tried to pry your hand away from Steve's hold but he just clicked his tongue and continued to play with your fingers.

"I lived in regret, you'd spent your life loving me...truly loving me, and I'd thrown that away for someone who couldn't even wait a proper mourning period for me...but you, you died trying to bring a piece of me into this world..." Steve was beyond delusion, you hadn't gone through the pregnancy for him. Steve had built this narrative of his own, he believed that you'd died trying to birth a part of him so you could stay close to him, when in reality, it was simply because this was YOUR child who you loved, not because it was Steve's.

Before you could correct him, Steve went on, "When Tony found a way to go back to the past it hadn't even crossed my mind to use it to come back to you, in fact when I saw Peggy again I'd forgotten all about you, the old feelings of what I felt for her came rushing back...when I went back to return the stone to her timeline, I had planned to stay with her, but I saw that she had already moved on and I was beyond furious until I remembered you and our baby..." Steve released your hand and began to caress where your baby was starting to kick, "I came back and explained everything to the team, they all agreed that I deserved my happy ending too, so I traveled to the past one last time, this time it was to bring you two home, to save you two from your untimely deaths."

You didn't know if Steve somehow delusionally believed that his explanation was supposed to woo you, but you did know that it did just the opposite of that. "But your family was so selfish, they'd refused to tell me where you were, and when I'd confessed that I was the father of your child, they refused even more...so I did what I do best, I beat it out of them. It took your family two long months before William cracked after I threatened his precious Jenny. Despite how annoyed I was with them for keeping us apart for even longer, I was still willing to let you say goodbye and see them one last time before I brought you back to the future with me...but then you just had to pull that dumb stunt with the car..." Steve looked up at you and smiled smugly. "Y/n, this is home now. We'll be happy here, you can never leave me, you don't know anything about the future, and I plan to keep it that way. I'll never let you go now that I've finally got you back."

Steve climbed on top of you as he revealed your future to you. You tried to move away from him but stop when he purposely put pressure on your broken legs, "Don't provoke me y/n..." In a swift move, Steve tore off the blanket that separated you from him. Like a crazed animal he ripped off the loose dress you still wore, "God, I wanted to wait until you healed, but it's been so long since I've been in you doll." Steve squeezed your breasts with no remorse, your breasts leaked and squirted milk everywhere. Steve moaned loudly at the sight, he bent down and began to suck on your right nipple, drinking as if he'd been deserted for days without water. Just when you thought he was going to stop after he released your right nipple from his mouth, Steve began to suck and bite your left nipple as well, coaxing your breasts to continue feeding him its nectar.

Steve's hands roamed you body, rubbing their way all over until one of his hands wandered its way between your thighs and found the very sensitive nub you always tried to avoid touching after accidentally brushing over it once when you were showering. You thrashed you body around, trying to remove his hand from it, "Do you know what this is doll?" Steve gripped your hip and forced you still with his left hand as his right thumb rubbed circles around the nub between your thighs, "This is your clit...god you don't even know all the things I'm gonna do to you, if you thought what we used to do as teens was good, then you're gonna die of bliss from what I'll do to you tonight."

You felt your body grow warmer as an unknown feeling bundled at the pit of your stomach near your bladder. Steve continued to rub your 'clit' and ignored your pleas for him to stop, you began panting harder and harder, trying to catch your breath as the bundle of nerves near your bladder threatened to break loose. Steve bent his head and bit down on your right nipple, throwing you over the edge and breaking the bundle of nerves loose. Your back arched up, thrusting your breasts up towards Steve as your breasts both squirted and leaked milk everywhere and your thighs shook violently as the bundle of nerves near your bladder broke, you sobbed in humiliation as you felt and believed that you had just urinated on the bed. Steve moaned loudly and brought his right hand up to examine it, his hand was covered in a clear substance. You knew that the liquid like goo on his hand had come from your outburst, and to your utter shock, Steve licked and sucked his hand clean. "Fuck, doll, you taste to fucking good." You covered your eyes, refusing to look at Steve after what he just did to you. "Ah, ah, ah...what a bad girl...don't you dare look away from me." Steve grabbed your hands and roughly tied them behind your back with his belt, you hadn't even realized that he'd taken off his pants and shirt while his was drinking your breastmilk.

Steve lifted you like a rag doll and made you sit on his lap, your back on his front and making you face a big screen that was on the wall at the foot of the bed. "Jarvis, replay the footage of y/n cumming." After Steve spoke to no one, the screen suddenly lit up and displayed you sobbing and moaning lewdly as your back arched and spread breast milk everywhere. "See that doll? God you look so fucking gorgeous cumming like such a cock-hungry whore." As As horrified as you felt from watching yourself on the screen, you also couldn't concentrate because of Steve's hand that was once again rubbing your 'clit'. Steve slid two of his fingers inside you, making you throw your head back from the feeling of being stuffed with something after neglecting your needs for so long. "Jarvis, display live footage." the screen switched to you sitting on top of Steve who had his fingers pumping in and out of you and his thumb rubbed your clit. Steve used his free hand to force you to look at the screen. "Look at yourself doll, what a lovely whore you are...keep your eyes on the screen as I make you come again." Steve curled his two fingers inside of you and pressed up against a sensitive patch inside of you and made you watch the screen as you once again screamed out like a whore in heat and arched your back, breasts leaking and squirting milk all over your bulging stomach and broken legs that were both wrapped in casts. You held onto Steve's forearms in hopes of stopping him, but this seemed to just fuel him further. "That doll, was your g-spot." Steve laughed manically as he moved his hand from your jaw down to your throat, he began to squeeze harder, closing up your airway. As you became more light headed Steve licked you tear off your cheeks and removed his fingers from inside you to roughly pinch your clit, your body tried to jerk away but Steve ignored it and aligned his cock it at your pussy hole that was twitching from cumming twice. "Watch as I fuck you, watch as your greedy cunt stretches and swallows up my big cock. Just like it did the night I raped our baby into you."

You watched in horror as Steve tightened his hold on your throat, completely cutting off your airway as he thrust his cock all the way into you all in one go and pulled on your clit with the fingers that was pinching it. Your body spasmed and you saw nothing but stars as you cummed harder than the last two times, the feeling was so intense that the world went black for a bit before your regain consciousness and saw that Steve holding your hips to fuck you up and down his cock, treating you like the nickname he always called you...doll. "Fuck that as so hot, I can't wait to fuck another baby into you doll." Steve grunted and shoved you down onto him so hard that you felt in crush against and nearly past your cervix, even though you had just woke up, you found yourself cumming again. Steve moaned loudly as he came inside you, painting your insides with his cum.

Steve let go of your hips and your fell back against him, unable to move a single muscle or bone in your body. You saw yourself on the screen panting for air like a dog. Steve wrapped his arms around you and carefully caressed your bump, he kissed the top of your head lovingly, "I love you so much y/n, I can't believe we can finally live the rest of our lives together, just like we used to talk about..."

...

Goodbye all 🫡 now for me to go drown myself in some holy water and fall off the face of the Earth again...

✎ 𝐒𝐚𝐝 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | dark!bodyguard!Lloyd Hansen x reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | DARK, AGE GAP, manipulation, sensitive!reader, SMUT - minors DNI, dacryphilia, unprotected sex (p in v), anal (just some thumb action), dirty talk, daddy kink, spitting, slight size kink, breeding kink, licking tears, degradation, dumbification, choking, overstimulation. implied: murder. 

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | He planted the seeds of doubt and you watered them with your tears. Based on this ask.

𝗪/𝗖 | 1.36K

𝗔/𝗡 | Lloyd is a lot in this… sadistic-ish perhaps, you’ve been warned. All mistakes are my own. This was written for my 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲… 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲. all hail the dilfs !!

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

“Why are you crying, sunshine? I’ll take care of you, just like I always have. None of them deserve you.” His words break off into a hiss, “Leaving you at home while they handle business, abandoning you.” 

“Didn’t… leave.” 

“They did.” Lloyd pulls you into his chest, thrusting balls deep into your cunt. He groans deeply as your walls flutter around him, milking him, “They always leave. Haven’t you noticed?” 

You sniffle wetly, tears streaming down your cheeks in a cruel result of pleasure and awful self-awareness. You clutch the sweater tighter, burying your face in the soft cotton that smells like Lloyd because he was wearing it before he came into your room—and one thing led to another and you’re stuffed to the brim with his length once again. 

Lloyd was always with you, either at home, the mall or on-campus, and even when you walk around the garden outside. Unlike your family who you haven’t seen in months. 

He was right, they did always leave—abandon you. 

Your family were elites and ridiculously wealthy. Always taking trips around the world for meetings with their various partners and expanding their company. Even your older siblings were old enough to go by themselves without supervision and since your parents never left each other's side, that left you all alone on the family estate. 

Lloyd phrased it like they craved freedom from you—and you started believing him a long time ago. But sometimes, like today, you’re in poor pathetic denial. 

“That’s it, let it all out.” He fucks you harder, his nails digging into your hips. He loves seeing you cry, there’s nothing like watching the sadness bleed onto your face in hot tears. “You’re doing so good—I’d never leave you, pumpkin, daddy will never leave you like them.”

You cry out his name, trembling against his body as he lightly taps your clit. You’re still so sensitive from his mustache rubbing you raw, but you loved that overwhelming sensation more than anything. “D-Daddy—please, don’t stop.” 

A hard kiss is pressed to the side of your head before his bicep hooks around your throat, making your back arch as he splits you open. “I’m not stopping until I’ve filled all your stupid little holes. I’m going to knock you up tonight, baby, and you aren’t going to stop me.” 

He’s warped your thoughts into a twisted puzzle that only he can solve and put together for you. He made you into who you are today, a fresh university graduate with a heart of gold who can’t make any choices for herself. A sad girl with all of this dependence on him, and it only took two years. 

When he met you that first day, he could easily see your potential. It didn’t take long for him to start planting doubts about your family, your lifeline and how they always left you all alone at home with no one but the staff to keep you company. 

He planted the seeds, and you watered them with your tears. 

You missed your family dearly, and can’t even remember the last time you all had dinner together. Your whole life has passed in flashes, but you can only remember a few snapshots, and all of them were spent with your family’s most trusted bodyguard.  

Lloyd was your everything, you couldn’t breathe, let alone function without him. And, that’s why you’re facefirst on your bed, dress flipped up as your bodyguard stretches you open around his cock. 

“I-I miss them…” You weep, biting the sweater as he straddles your ass, the thick head of his cock slams into your cervix, and forces his last load out in a sloppy mess. He wass truly fucking you stupid. 

“Yet they treat you like they don’t know you,” Lloyd growls, spreading your cheeks and spitting on your puckered hole. He circles the rim, collecting some of his seed with his thumb before pushing it, listening to your cries turn into needy moans. “Like they don’t love you, baby, and you’re worth all the fucking love in the world.”

On his call, the guards currently with the rest of your family will take care of them. And far too many times Lloyd has resisted calling it in. Perhaps your father shouldn’t pay him as much as he does—or foolishly offer him a fraction of your family’s wealth when Lloyd was already robbing them blind.  

And with you, he’d have it all. Not that he only wanted the money but it was a great plus.  

“I’m here for you, sunshine, I’ve always been here for you.” He grunts, “And, you know what?” He asks, cocking his head as if he isn’t rearranging your guts, “Daddy will take care of them for you, right after I fuck all the sadness out of your beautiful body.” 

You convulse so roughly he has to hold you down, ramming into your tight hole with abandon and dragging out your high. Your cream coats his length, creating a ring of white around the base of his cock and smearing down his heavy balls. He curses as you squirt all over him and your bed, your poor pussy is crying—just like you. 

“Will they even miss you?” Lloyd groans, not letting up with his thrusts, sickeningly grinning as you try to escape, he just pulls you back and stuffs you full on his dick. “Poor baby, look at me when you cry, remember?”

With raw bitten lips, you crane your neck, barely seeing him through your teary vision as fresh streams of tears shimmer on your face. 

Lloyd grips your chin, prying your mouth open to spit onto your tongue. You quickly swallow his saliva and mewl as he hits deeper, filthy wet noises fill your bedroom. This time, you don’t try to hide your face and whimper when he leans down to lick your cheek and growls through clenched teeth, “Fuck—you’re so pretty when you cry. And, those tears taste almost as good as your pussy.” 

He’s watched you pout and cry, he can read you like an open book and knows exactly when your golden heart turns a sad shade of blue. And every time he has to fuck you silly. 

“Daddy—”

“Don’t you only want me? Only I can make you happy, make you feel like this.” He hoists your hips off the bed to reach your clit, roughly rubbing it with his fingers, even swatting your puffy folds too. “Don’t tell me you can’t even speak, pumpkin, you know daddy loves hearing you cry.”

“Too much, fuck—too much!” You squeal, twisting and turning as he tortures your cunt like a damn toy, slapping your nub until you scream, “L-Lloyd!”

“Tell me, pumpkin.” He demands, tearing the sweater from your grip to yank you into his front, keeping you locked on his fat cock, his sack flush against your slit. He grinds slowly, and the bulbous tip presses into your sweet spot, making your eyes roll into the back of your head. “Say it, and I’ll keep you forever. I’ll never leave—like them.” 

You hiccup, senses in overdrive with even the slightest move of his hips. “O-Only want you, daddy.” Tears stream down your sweaty cheeks, seeping into the corner of your parted lips, “forever, please—” don’t leave. 

Lloyd has to restrain himself from making the call right then and there, but he’d wait until you’ve fallen asleep to get rid of your family. 

How considerate. 

“Good girl, it’s okay, you’re okay.” He flips you around to climb over you again, glancing at your stretched hole as it clenches around air. He caresses your cheeks, rubbing your tears into your skin with a groan, “I’m not going to leave, ever.” He promises, sliding back into you with a single thrust, his abs tense as you claw down his back, “No one will take you from me, got that? I’d do anything for you, pumpkin, just name it.”

Die, kill—he’s already going to do the latter, but you won’t know until tomorrow. He can only imagine how sad you’ll be then, how many tears you’ll cry. It’ll be a fresh feast for him. 

After all, the sadder you were, the better your tears tasted. 

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: well. this was filthy.

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! This was written for my 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲… 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲? 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲.

As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3

☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

I don’t do taglists anymore. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

Worthy of Heaven

pairing:  Priest!Ari Levinson x Reader

concept: Every fold, every secret, every deliciously sinful and divinely beautiful innocence created in his image. 

word count: 1.9k

warnings: Dark themes, Priest kink, poetic religious themes (catholic), blasphemy, dom!Ari, innocence kink, soft dub-con, reader needs sins forgiven, desire, fingering, exhibition kink, manipulation, age gap (reader is over 20s and Ari is a hottie), lust, rough sex, smut on a church pew, confession room, and church,p in v smut, oral (f receiving) (m mention daydream), body worshipping, explicit content/language, nickname= angel This is not canon Ari - this au he is Catholic

a/n:  It's inspired by @bucky-barnes-diaries Priest Bucky and I wanted to give it my own take for my own love Ari Levinson. Holding hands in heaven and hell. Check out her Priest!Bucky au

I would like to thank @geminixevans-stan for helping me brainstorm and bring Priest! Ari to life in our Tumblr gardens.

lovely betas: @beach-daydreaming and @s-tarksintern

Line dividers: @/s-tarksintern

Masterlist

The confession ripped my soul apart, and I wasn't sure I deserved forgiveness. 

“Confessing my sins, Father” 

Suddenly your mouth becomes dry as you swallow again. Your heart races and you realize the booth's walls are too close. You have to flee, not the cube, but whatever is keeping the rest of you bottled up and ready to froth out. 

The weight of his stare made you shudder even through the screen. 

You give him your fear.

"Does the thought tempt you?" he inquired softly. "Have you ever wished that you could touch yourself?" 

"Yes," your voice echoes in the darkness. 

"Tell me, angel." 

He begs you to speak, but you lose your breath to lust. You pray that you will not lust, and you even tell yourself that you are innocent. 

Father Ari dropped his sapphire eyes to meet yours, you stopped breathing as you were enticed into his grasp, your body willingly moving towards him as if under the sway of the devil himself, his tight grip tingling your skin. 

The sinner he carries within him awoke so softly and effortlessly, so gracefully, and so holy, that the erection bursting through his trousers defiled you with dark desires. You submit yourself to him. His intentions are good, and yours are too. Still, you perform together. 

Walking away before it could continue, even though you know you should stop, not least because the divine one might catch you at any moment. Despite the fact that it was so dangerous and risky, you felt at peace. 

Intoxicated with the burning pain of him sliding against your clit and his mouth on you, you clench your hands around his hair and start shifting your hips. 

“Stay silent, Angel, don't want to get caught, do you?” You started riding him, he bit you on your neck roughly and groaned. "I'm going to have to discipline you." His hips thrust as he tried to keep up with you. 

It is because he is the one who cleanses you of your sins. 

It was as if your soft sounds, your little moans, pulled him deeper inside, just like the swell and the throb in his cock. Your innocence kept luring him in, and he craved it eagerly. To be his trust, he wanted to burrow himself deep within you, to grasp every part of you. You might be saved by a few more thrusts. 

He is your lust of the flesh. 

Because of your temptation, it is difficult for you to tell the truth to a man and a priest. Your temptation is him. Your desire for him was sinful. You committed the sin through wanting him. Hence, you are no angel, but a fallen angel

As you lay on your back in the pew of the church, looking up at the ceiling, you can see the painting of the church, clouds in the sky, and the bright light shining through the windows. It is the second act of your sins, and he is making you aware. 

The man is motionless, almost extraterrestrial. He is self-assured, without any flinching or awkwardness.  The embodiment of the solid marble statues of saints adorning the parish grounds. Unless, of course, it was bowing before a crucifix or an altar. His gaze is always on everyone. 

At this very moment, his gaze was focused on you. 

In particular, between your legs. Kneeling down, he presses a kiss across your thigh, inching his way up. 

His expectations were exceeded by your stunning beauty. The curves of hell. Femininity roars. 

He wrapped his arms around you, halting your breath. 

Father Ari is savoring the forbidden fruit and taking a taste for himself. 

Abandoned fruit kissed by an angel melted reality. 

Despite his desire to tease you, it was more torture for him as he longed to finally run his tongue along your forbidden folds. He glanced up your body once more before burying his face into your pussy, sensing no resistance from you.

The chants on his tongue buried his face in a new temptation.

Your hands grasped tightly onto his hair, and you could feel his beard awaken the demon of pleasures of the forbidden fruits in your eyes. 

Every fold, every secret, every deliciously sinful and divinely beautiful innocence created in His image. 

Your dress fell down from your right shoulder, revealing your breasts as you were pressed against the stained window. One hand was under your dress and the other one was between your legs, pressing deeply into your body. 

With each thrust, he grunted and growled, you didn't care that your sins were visible to not just the Holy Spirit but also to the parishioners congregating outside the church after the service. 

You breathed a silent thank you to him for locking the heavy wooden doors once the last of his congregation left the church.

You must lock away your sins of lust and sin in order to avoid them. Priest Ari created the sins, but you savored each act of lust he poured into your body and soul. 

Your ragged breath spread clouds upon the colorful glass as you gasped. 

True beauty can only be appreciated if there is light coming in. Behind the window, the light sings praises to pleasure, giving way to a rainbow of colors on the other side of the glass. 

You have lost your soul, but he is restoring your light within your soul through the demon of a man who wants nothing more than for you to groan his name. 

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he bit down on your neck. The thrusts of his long fingers made your body tremble, your heart pound, and you let out small songs without realizing it. 

You were engulfed by pleasure. Your climax ignited your body. He covered your mouth with his other hand as you glorified and sang his name. 

He rubbed you through your orgasm, prolonging the pleasurable sin.

His lips brushed against your skin, he sinking his teeth into your flesh hard enough to leave a devil's mark.

His mark, the sinner from whom he will cleanse every moan. 

Tempted by his lusts and betrayed by your need, you instinctively aspire to sin. 

Father Ari poured sensuous kisses over every curve of your flesh, taking in every curve of your sensual swelling, he continued to finger you while ferociously exploring your body. As he tightened his arms around you, you could feel your legs shaking and threatening to give away.

He smirked and accelerated his pace as he stared at the ceiling. 

“Dear-oh my go--,” you praised out, the unrelenting pace becoming too much and too overwhelming. 

During this act of pleasure, you believed it to be sinless, and that Father Ari would cleanse you of your sins in no time.

The more vivid the vision, the more you want him to keep going. 

Your body ached, curved, and was drenched. It embraced him.

“Forgive each moan, let our echoes cleanse you” Father Ari growled, his mouth trailing down your neck and onto your exposed shoulder as his hand caressed your breast. 

You did not want him to stop, but to change his rhythm or to move his finger closer to your clit. Another orgasm crashed down on you like a tsunami before you could even speak, as your whole body tensed against him. It felt as if your body was on fire and you couldn't move. You could only hear his grunts as the thick fingers of his holiness continued to pump your sensitive walls. 

Feeling worthy of heaven, inspiration inspired by the art itself. 

The smug grin on his face lit up as he kissed your neck and shoulder, his fingers now playing with your nipple. His pace slowed as your body began to relieve itself. The tip of his nose trailed up your neck and shoulder as he sang sweet hymns to you.  "I could listen to you for hours, angel". 

You finally began to sing praises, as your body numbed and he held it upright so you could finally come down from the high he delivered with the same amount of confidence as in his sermons.

Taking his hand away from your mouth, he continued to make achingly slow circles of pressure on your oversensitive bud as he leaned your head back to give you soft angelic kisses. 

A deep thrill flowed with each kiss of illicit attention.

You moaned into his hands as your hands pressed flat against the colorful stained glass. It is in the hands of a holy man who is doing unholy acts in the church. 

His length and speed stretched you to your limits, entangling you in an almost grueling manner. 

Father Ari began murmuring against your neck. "I'm taking you to Hell with me, Angel." The fire colors of pleasure began to show as you bit into his hand. "My demonic angel, aren't you?"

As a sinner and as a saint 

"Together, we will reach the gates."

You gasped for air, for a new beginning, he removed his hand from your mouth.

“Yes, Father.” 

You moaned, your head relaxing against his shoulder as you stared at him. 

“Damn right we will.” He groaned as the hand that had been covering your mouth began to rub your clit. “Lord, take me and my angel”

Your lessons have to be taught by him. Do as a good disciple would do. It was his desire to guide you to become a magnificent singer and human being of the church. 

You looked into his eyes, trying to find something beneath the cold and calculating pride shining from him.

He caressed your cheek. He rubbed his thumb over your soft lips as your mouth divided in a breathless sigh. You felt as if you had experienced the blessing of an angel. 

"Let's sin, my Angel," he whispered. "In that beautiful darkness, we will both be healed." 

Let's just be skin to skin and let the sin go where it belongs. 

Forgiveness is here in his house. You get down on your knees so that you can be forgiven and restored to his prayer.

“Show me your sins, Angel.”

You didn't reach for your rosary, but for his.

you better not shout, better not cry.

summary. | they know if you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake.

pairings. | Dark!Sebastian Stan x Reader, Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader, Dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader, Dark!Charles Blackwood x Reader, Dark!Chris Evans x Reader, Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader, Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader, Dark!Andy Barber x Reader.

warnings. | NONCON/DUBCON, gang bang, eight-some, (forced and not forced) drinking, manipulation, coercion, dark themes, crimes, threatening, slight angst, mentions of cheating, age gaps, Daddy kink, Sir kink, power dynamics, boss/employee relationships, face fucking, oral (m receiving), dom/sub, finger sucking, degrading, praise, humiliation, voyeurism, fingering, double penetration, cum marking, facials, anal, unprotected sex, cream-pie kink, slapping, spanking, smoking, choking, hair pulling, manhandling, + more. 18+, DARK FIC.

word count. | 13k.

authors note. | merry christmas/happy holidays! please be wary of the warnings, and have yourself a merry christmas and/or a great day! don’t use my gif without permission, and don’t forget to read and reblog because i worked so hard on this. IF YOU’RE INSPIRED BY THIS FIC OR WANT TO USE A SIMILAR PLOT PLEASE MESSAGE ME FIRST OR ELSE YOU’LL BE BLOCKED. love you all sm! also gonna be submitting this to my bb @mypoisonedvine’s festive holiday challenge! (ty for beta-ing and putting up with me).

Make my wish come true… All I want for Christmas is you…

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Dark! PTA Dads! Stucky x Teacher! Reader

Summary: You take such good care of their daughter Rebecca that Bucky and Steve decide they want to take care of you too.

Warnings: NON-CON, smut, somnophilia, drugging, kidnapping, breeding kink

Word count: 6.9k

A/N: ​​@cocoamoonmalfoy helped brainstorm. Thanks!

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Squirming beneath the scrutiny of Bucky Barnes, you tuck a stray coil behind your ear. Sending him an awkward smile, you avert your gaze, letting it wander back to the front of the gymnasium.

The reason this is likely all in your head proudly stands on stage, perorating about the benefits of parental input in matters regarding the curriculum for the next year. Steve Rogers. President of the PTA, husband to Bucky Barnes, father of an adorable six year old…and your worst nightmare as a teacher.

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Hello! Love your work especially with the last request 😍 May I request C.Evans x Innocent!reader. She's being interviewed with Chris for their first movie together and her big screen debut. During the interviews Chris keeps dropping hints that he's interested in reader but she's SUPER oblivious. The whole entire filming he has been interested in reader, but she never picked up on the hints. After all the interviews Chris finally snaps and shows her how much he's been longing for her 🥵🫣 Thank you!

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Pairing: dark!Chris Evans x naive!reader

Warnings: non-con, dubcon, daddy!kink, dumbification, degradation, possessive behaviour, obsessive behaviour, manipulation, misogyny, slight breeding kink, seriously chris is kind of deranged in this, and the reader is super innocent, MINORS DNI

Summary: Chris wants you. He's never lusted after a co-star before but he can't help but want you. And the fact that you don't even realise it, makes him want you more.

(A/N: i got kind of carried away with this. but i hope you enjoy it anyways. i'll warn y'all again, this is a dark fic! read at your own risk! enjoy! also, -> requests are open <- and i write for chris evans and characters, so if you have any ideas do send them in!)

Chris thinks he’s having a minor heart attack the first time he sees you. His heart does this flippy thing that he’s never really felt it do before, seeing you shuffle into the room – all bright-eyed, shy and unsure of yourself. You’ve got your script gripped tightly in your hands; lip bitten in concentration as you go over your lines. He finds it so cute, how serious you are. He also can’t help but stare at you, your perfect figure, the way those jeans hug your ass.

“I see you checking out the fresh meat.” The director sidles up to him, giving him a nudge and a wink. Chris doesn’t hide his scowl – he doesn’t like this seedy sonofabitch talking about you like that. Despite the fact that he’s never before batted an eye at the director’s past misogynistic comments towards countless actresses and extras. But something about you is different.

“She’s the full package, Chris, I’ll tell you that right now.” The director continues, “Great body, great face. Acting’s great too. Plus, she’s got that whole innocent thing. You know, the whole ‘I’m from a small-town and I’m new to Hollywood thing.’ God, that’ll go away quick, won’t it?” Chris zones out almost instantly, watching you whisper your lines to yourself as you pace around in the corner. Disregarding the director, he finds himself walking towards you.

He introduces himself, all confident and oozing with charm. He loves that you blush instantly, craning your neck as you look up at him because he’s just so much bigger than you. He loves how soft your voice is when you tell him your name and where you’re from. He loves how he makes you so nervous that you stumble over some of your words, and the blush deepens on your cheeks. He stares at you brazenly – he really can’t help it. You’re the hottest little thing he’s ever seen – how you bite your lip so sexily, how your eyes flash with panic every time you stutter over your words. And that body. God. He can feel his imagination running wild.

Chris doesn’t really make a habit out of fucking his co-stars. In fact, he tries to avoid it because of how messy it can sometimes be. But he knows he wants you in his bed the moment he sees you. You’re absolutely stunning but he can imagine just how pretty you’d look underneath him, with your legs spread, your face contorted in pleasure, mewling his name as he pounds you into next week. Fuck. He has to have you. No ifs or buts. He has to. And luckily, he always gets what he wants.

As filming begins, he can’t help but admire how good of an actor you are, how cute you look pouring your whole heart and soul into your lines. You’re quiet and reserved off-camera, but as soon as the director yells action, it’s like you’re a different person. And Chris loves acting opposite you, playing your love-interest. At one point, you earnestly tell him you’ve been a huge fan of him since you were really young, how great you think he is, how much he intimidates you. He loves how you boost his ego without even realising it.

“You should come to my trailer later on,” Chris says to you pointedly on day five of filming. It hasn’t even been a week since he began working with you but he’s already impatient, already wants to get in your pants. “We can… rehearse.” He makes sure to say it pointedly, make it as clear as day what he wants. There are a few kissing scenes and even a minor sex scene between your characters that you both have yet to film, and he figures he can give you a bit of practice on that within the intimacy of his trailer.

“Oh yes, definitely!” You’re enthusiastic, looking as if you’ve been blessed that the Chris Evans just asked you back to his trailer. He’s smug, loving how excited you get, loving how you stroke his ego. It gets his dick so hard; he has trouble concentrating the rest of the day. And you’re so extra hot that day, pouting those pretty lips of yours as you act through your scenes. Wardrobe’s done a great job of dressing you in this flowy, periwinkle blue sundress. That, plus this fresh, minimal makeup look they’ve done on you, makes you look like a little flower. It’s so innocent it actually makes his heart ache. And his dick too.

You show up at his trailer so promptly that it makes him smile. There’s an hour break before filming starts again and Chris can think of a million different ways to spend that time locked up in his trailer with you. He pulls you inside immediately, loving how your eyes widen at his touch. You seem nervous – you’re always nervous around him. “You want a drink?” Chris offers, gesturing to the selection of beers he’s got in his mini-fridge.

“No, thank you, Chris.” You say primly, and he wants to reach down and adjust his hard fucking dick because of how polite you are. He really approves of your good manners, it’s a trait he finds both attractive and important in a girl, and it just makes you even sexier. “I don’t really drink.” You add softly, and he chuckles. Oh, sweetheart, Hollywood’s gonna eat you alive.

“How about a juice?” He asks, and he can’t help but smirk when you nod shyly. He hands you an apple juice-box, making sure his hand brushes against yours as he does, loving how you jump slightly at the contact. And, God, it really is the hottest thing in the world to him – you holding that juice-box, sipping on it all cutely. His mind shifts to a darker place, thinking of how he could really just ruin you.

He saunters over to the conveniently located loveseat in the sitting area of his trailer, plopping down and really spreading himself out, knowing he’s taking up more than half of the space. Crooking a finger in your direction, he beckons you forward, “C’mere.”

Chris loves how you scurry to obey his simple order, your demeanour radiating nervousness as you tentatively sit down next to him on the loveseat. He immediately sidles closer, so close that he’s nudging your leg with his. And it’s crazy how sexy you look, tugging the hem of your dress down your pretty legs when it slightly rides up, not to mention the hitch of your breath as you register how close in proximity he is to you.

He picks a scene and the two of you begin rehearsing. He loves the passion in your eyes – it seems like the only time you give him full on eye-contact for an extended period of time is when you’re acting. It’s easy for you to get lost in a scene with him – but every move Chris makes is calculated. Like when he puts his hand on your thigh. The scene doesn’t call for it but he does it anyways – figuring he might as well make it extremely obvious that he wants to fuck you. Right here. Right now.

Your eyes widen but apart from that you continue with your lines. Chris smirks, squeezing the soft flesh of your bare thigh, wondering if you bruise easily. Somehow, you make it through all your lines and – surprise, surprise; it’s not like he picked this scene on purpose – the scene ends with a kiss. It’s only meant to be a peck, but Chris figures he’ll really plant one on you, get you wet between the legs and ready for him.

He kisses you, loving how you squeak against his lips before melting into it and kissing him back. One, two, three seconds and fucking hell, Chris is ready to peel your clothes off. So it surprises him no end when you pull away, eyes bright and shining as you grab your juice-box and take another sip. “That was good, I think.” You speak. “The scene, I mean.”

Chris smirks, “And the kiss?”

He watches you mull over his question, really thinking it through before you answer, “I think I did okay. But I don’t know. I don’t really have much experience with that kind of stuff, Chris. I’ve never really done any kissing scenes before.” And you look so innocent as you confess this, all reflective and honest – as if you have no idea that your lips on his have given Chris the biggest raging hard-on he can remember having in a long time. He moves his hand up your thigh and squeezes again.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You were great.”

“Really?” You light up, and it’s killing him how oblivious you seem to be of his true motives. “Wow, Chris. Your feedback really means everything. You know, I really just wanna nail this role – so people take me seriously. My family thinks this acting thing won’t work out, and I just wanna prove them wrong.”

Chris truly can’t believe it. His intentions have been crystal clear as day. He wonders if this whole innocent thing is just an act – but one look at you slurping noisily on your juice-box and he knows it’s not. You really are truly innocent, missing any signal he seems to be sending your way. And it only makes him want you even more.

***

From that point onwards, Chris makes it a personal objective of his to get you in his bed. He lays it on extra thick, your oblivious nature forcing him to act more and more obvious with his flirtations. He touches you a lot – in front of everyone. The whole film crew is subjected to Chris leading you around, his hand pressing on the small of your back or his arm thrown casually around your shoulders. The director gives him a knowing wink – you dirty dog, Chris. I knew you’d fuck her sooner or later! – and it truly seems like everyone knows Chris’ intentions. Everyone but you.

One day on set – when he’s feeling especially bold and horny – he takes you to his trailer to do a bit more “rehearsing”. The sex scene between you two is coming up, and you’ve told him you’re nervous about it, because – surprise, surprise – you’ve never filmed anything like that before. “That’s okay, princess.” Chris says, using one of his many pet names he now has for you, “I have something we can watch together. It’ll take the edge off and give you some pointers, too.”

Of course, when you’re both snugly sat in his loveseat, he pulls out his laptop and puts on his favourite porno. It’s a risky move – but surely you can’t be that oblivious. You settle in next to him, cuddling close because you’ve mostly gotten over your initial shyness around him, not batting an eye when he puts his arm around you. It’s only when the porno starts playing that realisation dawns on your face, and you turn to him with a questioning look, “Ch-Chris? What is this?”

“It’s porn, babe.” Chris states the obvious, loving how your luscious lips form the shape of an ‘o’, wanting nothing more than to stuff his dick down your throat just for pursing your lips like that. Instead, he squeezes your shoulder gently. “It’s an industry secret, but all the big actors watch porn before their sex scenes. I do it all the time. It works like magic.”

Sometimes Chris wonders how he can lie so easily. But you seem to be eating up every word he says, nodding as if he’s just bestowed the world’s biggest wisdom onto you. You settle in, relaxing as the video begins. And Chris spends the whole time looking at you rather than the laptop screen. The look of pure concentration on your face is absolutely adorable, but you might as well be taking notes in math class with how serious you’re acting. He wonders if you’re just very good at masking your desire – and he wonders just how wet your panties are.

“Ooh, daddy, fuck me harder!” The girl in the video moans, and you wrinkle your nose and look at Chris. “Daddy?” You repeat, a questioning look on your face.

And Chris thinks he’ll bust a nut right then and there, hearing that word slip past your lips. God, how fucking innocent can you truly get? He clears his throat, making no secret of adjusting his hard dick in his pants.

“Well, yeah, princess. Don’t you know that most men love it when their girls call them daddy?”

You shake your head slowly, a look of wonder on your face. “I didn’t know that. Should I call you daddy when we film our sex scene?”

He chuckles at that. I wish. “Maybe not, princess. But you can call me daddy anywhere else.”

And he can’t believe you have the audacity to laugh. This twinkling little girl giggle you do that drives him crazy, gets his dick so fucking hard he feels like he’s going to explode. And the feeling increases tenfold when you next open your mouth. “Okay, daddy.” But you say it as a joke, laughing shyly while Chris screams inwardly out of frustration. God fucking damn.

The two of you film your sex scene the very next day. And for Chris, it’s over all too soon. One second, you’re on top of him, underneath the covers wearing flesh-coloured bra and panties to give the illusion that you’re naked. And God, it feels too fucking good, your tiny body writhing on his hard dick, your lips pressing kisses on his skin, breathy little moans coming from your mouth. He can’t resist and gives your ass a little slap, loving how it jiggles against his palm.

He bounces you up and down on his dick, really wishing more than anything that he was actually inside of you. But it feels fucking amazing anyways, him humping you on his dick like this. He can’t believe this is his job. But after about ten seconds of this pure bliss, the director is yelling cut and Chris wants to gouge the motherfucker’s eyes out. Too soon, the assistants flood the set, helping you into a fuzzy dressing gown and whisking you away.

And you have the audacity to look back at him and mouth, “thank you for the pointers.”

He gifts you with flowers and a pearl choker on the last day of filming – after three aggravating months of sexual frustration and getting nowhere with his hints. You squeal and give him the biggest hug ever; he can feel your breasts pressing against his chest. “You’re the bestest, Chris. I’m gonna miss working with you so much!” He hopes you can feel his hard dick against your stomach, but if you can – you don’t say anything.

And his gifts don’t just end there. He buys you a tiny black bodycon dress to wear for the wrap party. Packaged with luxurious tissue and sealed inside a white box marked with Chanel. He leaves it waiting for you on your hotel room bed, accompanied with a note: Wear this for me tonight, princess. Love, Daddy.

He can’t possibly be more obvious if he tries.

And when he sees you at the wrap party wearing the dress hechose for you, that he bought for you – it awakens an almost violent, animalistic desire in him. He wants to bend you over and fuck you in front of everyone there, and go extra rough as punishment for teasing him all these months. But you’re blissfully unaware as usual, skipping over to him and giving him the biggest hug, thanking him for the dress. Completely unaware of the true intentions behind his expensive gift.

He keeps you on his lap all night. Maybe it’s because he can see how every other man in the room is staring at you in that body-hugging dress, or maybe it’s because his fucking dick just needs some friction from your body. And does it really matter if you don’t even realise what you’re doing? Getting all excited as you talk about the upcoming movie that you can’t help but bounce around, unknowingly giving Chris a few seconds of bliss?

But you leave early, saying you’re very tired and need a good night’s rest. Chris almost offers to give you a lift back to your apartment, but he’s surrounded by colleagues, actors and producers – all congratulating him on the movie. And easily, you slip out of his grasp; giving him a dainty wave before you’re gone and he’s left at a party he no longer wants to be at, with a hard dick and no adequate way of relieving it.

The press days for the movie are the worst. Of course, Chris is paired with you for the interviews – but the two of you never have a moment alone. It’s hair and makeup, then one interviewer after another sitting across from the two of you. And it doesn’t help that you look so fucking good, wearing this flowery pink dress with small pink flowers in your hair. Looking like a goddamn woodland fairy or nymph or some shit – it’s almost too much for him to handle.

“So, tell us what it’s like working on such a big film with Chris Evans?” One interviewer asks you.

“Oh, he’s just wonderful!” You gush. “This is my first major movie and I’ll admit I was so nervous. Because it’s Chris Evans, you know? But he honestly made me feel so at ease, and he really helped me out a lot. And we had so much fun too, like you guys already know this probably – but he’s a really great guy!” You give his hand a quick squeeze, and Chris notices the interviewer’s eyes zero in on this as you continue: “He’s just amazing. A great friend and mentor.”

Friend? Mentor? How many fucking friends of yours do you watch porn with? Chris wants to know, but he keeps his borderline angry thoughts to himself. Putting on his charming face and laughing and talking his way through the interview, when all he truly wants to do is throw you into the nearest bathroom and have his way with you. Rip that fucking flowery dress off of you, make you get on your knees and see how much of him you can fit in your mouth. Bend you over and make you scream so loud, that everyone hears. Paint your whole body with his cum, completely drench you in it, including those fucking flowers in your hair. So everyone can know that he’s not your fuckingfriend.

Instead, he sits through interview after interview. Growing more frustrated as the day progresses. Everything seems to be getting to him; he doesn’t like the male interviewers talking to you, or even looking at you – and he doesn’t like it when you reply to their dumb questions. He hatesit when you sing praises about the director of the film, or any of the other actors – he hates it when you praise anyone but him.

It suddenly dawns on Chris that he’s had you in this bubble while the two of you were filming the movie these past few months. But now that it’s over, he’s not ready to give you away into the ruthless clutches of Hollywood. He wants to keep you safe, keep an eye on you at all times. And, of course – above all – he wants you in his bed. He isn’t usually a possessive guy but you make him absolutely feral.

When Chris sees you at the premiere of the movie, he feels like his heart is caught in his throat. You look so beautiful, floating down the red carpet in this simple green chiffon dress. Your hair’s piled up on your head in this sexy updo with strands falling down to frame your face. All eyes are on you, the photographers yelling: ‘look this way, sweetie!’ ‘Give us a nice pose!’ ‘One over the shoulder, please!’

He almost wants to whisk you away, stuff you back into the limo and take you all the way back to his own house – away from the intrusive stares of all these people, away from the public eye. You’re his after all, not theirs. And Chris can tell you’re nervous, completely out of your depth, standing there looking so goddamn shy and delectable. He strides over to you, being a red-carpet veteran at this point, grabbing your elbow and giving you an assured smile.

You glow when you see him, readily take his arm. And fuck, it feels so good to have you on his arm, have all these people see you clutching on to him, the official photographers and the paparazzi going absolutely nuts snapping pictures of the two of you. You turn to him and whisper slowly, “Chris, I’m scared. All these flashing lights…”

He leans in all close to you, making sure to smirk as his lips brush your ear. He knows this’ll be all over the internet in a few minutes. “It’s okay, sweetheart. You know I’m here. I’ll always be here for you.” And he can hear all the murmurs and exclamations in the crowd, gaining traction as more people look your way.

“Awww, look how he came to the rescue! She looked like a deer caught in headlights!”

“Chris is honestly the best. And they make such a cute couple!”

“They look so good together, it’s insane!”

Chris finds it amusing how even the random fans in the crowd seem to realise his intentions better than you do.

But he’s in a pretty fucking good mood regardless of that. Because he’s at the premiere of his movie and you’re on his arm. He only lets you go when you two get further down the red carpet, joining the rest of the cast and director as well as a handful of journalists conducting interviews. They corner Chris almost immediately, and he good-naturedly answers their questions. It’s only when he turns around, ready to go into the theatre, when he sees you being interviewed a few steps away from him.

“So, tell us, do you have a special someone back home? Maybe someone who you were wishing could be here with you?” The interviewer asks you, and Chris almost rolls his eyes at how dumb the question is. That is, until you reply.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe.” You say coyly, doing that thing where you bite your lip. “I’m super grateful to be here, romance and all of that is really on the back of my mind right now.”

“But ‘maybe’ means there is someone back home, isn’t there?” The interviewer grills. And you don’t reply, instead just shrugging happily – which is answer enough for Chris. And his blood is fucking boiling. He feels like he could punch something. Or someone. Every territorial cell in his body feels like it’s multiplying, the animal inside him growling angrily. You? Have someone else? How fucking dare you?

Chris has had enough. No, he’d had enough months ago. Now, he’s fucking feral. And you’re so fucking oblivious, being ushered into the theatre to where the movie is being screened. The whole collective moves, and once everyone’s inside and away from the photographers and bright lights and crowds, Chris grabs your arm, pulling you into the nearest bathroom and not giving a single flying fuck who sees.

“Chris, what are you doing? Is everything okay?” You ask him, your voice all breathy. Fuck, even when concerned you look fucking hot as fuck. Chris can’t take it anymore, he really can’t. “Chris, what’s wrong? They’re screening the movie now, we’re gonna miss it!”

It takes barely two percent of his strength to slam you against the bathroom wall, his arms on either side of you, effectively caging you in. “You have a boyfriend back home?” He asks you bluntly.

“Wh-What, no, I –”

“Answer me truthfully.” He says, his face inches from yours. You look scared out of your mind, and clearly very intimidated. And why does he find it hot that you’re scared?

“N-No, Chris. I don’t have a-a boyfriend,” you stutter; “I was just… There’s someone back home. Someone I knew from high-school. But I’ve been so busy with this movie… Nothing’s happened.”

He kisses you then. All rough from the get go, tongue ripping past your lips and claiming your mouth. He kisses you like he owns you. Which he does. And it’s about time you fucking realise it. You’re almost too stunned to kiss him back, and more confused than anything else. Chris can feel your tiny fists pushing at his chest, trying to push you away. It makes the animal inside him angrier.

“Wh-What are you doing?” You cry, face red and confused. Like, actually fucking confused. After he’s just dragged you into the bathroom and kissed you. Chris can’t fucking believe it.

“Surely you can’t be that clueless.” He says, reaching down to touch your body because fuck – it’s his and he’s had enough. His hands smooth down the sides of your waist, feeling the soft silk of your dress. The material’s so thin, he can practically feel your skin underneath. So creamy soft, he squeezes your waist, loving how you feel underneath his fingers. You let out a small whimper, and it drives him insane. He grabs your ass lewdly with one hand, giving it a rough smack that has you falling into his chest in shock.

“Why are you doing this?” You sob, and he continues to paw at you like a touch-starved man. Like an animal. Making up for all those times when he should have been touching you but couldn’t. “Chris, please! Why– Oh, oh!” You let out an involuntary little moan when he smacks your ass harder, and it makes him smirk.

“I’ve been trying to fuck you since the first time I saw you.”

Silence. And your fucking lips do that thing again, where they turn into the shape of an ‘o’. Your eyes are glazed with tears of shock and you look up at him in complete and utter disbelief. And Chris can’t fucking believe it either – because a tiny part of him still thought that maybe you were just playing extremely hard to get. But no, the way you’re looking at him now, you’ve been this innocent all along. His dick twitches in his pants.

“You’re so fucking naïve, princess.” Chris breathes, hauling you till he has you bent over the counter of the sink. And it’s not like you fight against him – he’s way too much bigger than you and you’re still in shock from what he’s just said. So it’s easy to maul you into place, with your perky little ass pointed straight at him, and he can’t help but grind his hard bulge into your backside.

“I-I, I thought you were my friend, Chris!” You speak up finally, your tone so deliciously pitiful, looking back at him with those big eyes, tear pearls hanging off your long lashes, cheeks red from the position he’s got you in. He smirks, grinding into you even more.

“Friend? How many of your fucking friends do you watch porn with, huh?” He flips up your dress and bunches it around your waist, revealed the most sinful lacy black G-string Chris has ever seen. Fuck. You’re way too innocent to be wearing something like that. He snaps the elastic of your panties against your skin and gives your practically bare ass another harsh smack that has you crying out loud. “And how many of your fucking friends do you call daddy in private?”

“I thought that was an… an inside joke between us!” You sob, clutching hard onto the marble countertop underneath you, so hard that your knuckles turn white. “And… And I thought you said all the actors watched porn before a sex scene. I thought you were helping me!”

“Well, you’re a stupid little baby, aren’t you?” Chris mocks. And he can see you in the huge mirror attached to the countertop that he’s got you bent over, he can see your mascara-streaked face, your flushed cheeks, the way your face drops when he calls you stupid. And God, all of it together is such a heady combination, it almost has him reeling. He rips your G-string off with a single, merciless yank, revelling in your desperate cry as he gives the tattered lace a deep sniff before stuffing it in his pocket.

“Chris, Ch-Chris, please…” Your breathy whines are like fucking music to his ears. He’s imagined how you’d sound all those times he jacked off thinking of you, but it’s nothing compared to the real deal. Your dainty hand grabs at his, and you crane your neck to look at him, “Please, Chris. We can’t…not here! Th-The movie!”

“Fuck the movie.” Chris growls, his large hands pawing their way up to your chest, pulling down the top of your dress till your breasts pop out. He licks his lips at the lewd image he sees in the mirror: you desperately trying to shield those pretty little tits now exposed to the soft light of the bathroom. He swats your hands away immediately, cupping both your breasts in his hands, squeezing indecently hard, loving how you can’t help but moan as your erect nipples poke against his palms.

“It’s your fault it has to be like this.” Chris tells you, “This could’ve happened months ago. I could’ve fucked you in my trailer, in my hotel room, my fucking house. But you just had to be a dumb fucking innocent little baby, didn’t you? Couldn’t even see how bad your daddy wanted you.” He unbuckles his belt and undoes his fly, pulling his hard dick out. And he wishes he could pause time and replay the look on your face again and again. Replay how your eyes widen, replay the darkness and hint of fear that shimmers in your pupils. Replay that goddamn hitch in your throat as you stare at his dick for the first time.

“It’s…so, so big…” You breathe, mesmerised by his dick and Chris can’t help but be smug. He grinds against your ass before slipping it down to press against your slit. Your wanton moan surprises even him – but moments later you’re gathering yourself, shaking your head and scrunching your eyes shut as if trying to fight off every instinct in your body. “N-No, please! Please, don’t do this here! Let’s just go back. I’m sorry, Chris! I’m sorry I never realised, I’m so sorry!” You sob.

“Baby, I’m not stopping for shit.” He says bluntly, his hands leaving your breasts; one lands on your hip and grips it tight, the other meanders slowly down to your pussy. A strangled moan tears past your stubborn lips when you feel his finger gliding over your slick folds. “So don’t you fucking deny me. See how fucking wet you are? You want this. You’re too fucking innocent to realise it – but you want me. And I’ll fucking show you how bad I want you.”

You’re so tight when he stuffs his finger inside you, but at the same time so slippery wet with your walls squeezing around his digit. He almost shudders as he imagines how snug your warmth will feel around his cock. He starts pumping in and out of you at an almost casual pace, because he’s waited so fucking long to have you that he might as well savour it – despite the animal inside him growing restless.

“Ugh, Chris!” You mewl, and for all the fight you’ve put up, it pleases him no end when you subconsciously grind your hips back into him, effectively humping his finger. “P-Please, I…I…” Already, you’re at a loss for words, and Chris wonders if anyone’s touched you properly at all. The boys from your hick small town probably had no idea what they were doing, which explains your almost visceral and immediate reaction to him. He adds another finger and you keen prettily, your worries about missing the screening quickly forgotten, “Oh, oh, oh! Feels good!”

“Forgot about your movie now, haven’t you?” He teases cruelly. As if on cue, his phone vibrates in his pocket. It’s a text from the director: Where the hell are you guys?? The movie’s started, people are wondering where the two stars are! Chris only smirks, using one hand to type out a quick reply, something about taking care of business, his other hand still pumping in and out of you almost lazily.

“Ch-Chris?” Your tiny voice makes him put his phone away, and he looks at your face in the mirror. You already have a glossy sheen of sweat covering your skin, lips parted as if you’re panting. God, it’s crazy how adorably hot you look – and he’s barely even touching you. “Chris… Please… I need… I need…”

A devilish smile paints his features, his fingers curving upwards inside you and causing your entire body to convulse forward. “PLEASE, CHRIS, I NEED MORE!” You cry out so loudly, it surprises even him. And then you’re sobbing, really sobbing, tears staining your cheeks, his name leaving your lips in breathless moans as you rock back against his fingers.

“More huh?” Chris squeezes your ass particularly hard, reddening your soft flesh and loving the way you cry out. It’s amazing how vocal you are for him. “You want more, pretty girl?” You nod pitifully, a look of greedy hope in your eyes when he adds another finger inside your squelching wetness. He suddenly increases the pace of his thrusts, “Where the fuck were you when I wanted more, huh?” Another finger, and now you’re gasping from the stretch, the delicious burn. “Where were you, huh? When I was jacking off to your fucking body all these months while you denied me?”

“Didn’t deny you! D-Didn’t, I didn’t!” You insist desperately, “I didn’t know – oh fuck, don’t stop, ugh! – I didn’t know! I swear to God, I didn’t know!”

Chris can feel you getting close, he can feel it from the way you swallow desperately, from this wild look in your eyes, from the way your little hands clutch at the marble of the countertop. Studying you, longing for you for all these months has made him an expert on you and your body. He knows you’re about to cum, he’s so certain of it. But he doesn’t want to give you the satisfaction. And so, unceremoniously, he pulls his fingers out of you.

“No, no, no, no!” You moan, and Chris feels his dick twitch at how needy you are for him. “Chris, please!”

He grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you up till you’re standing straight, his body supporting most of your weight because your limbs have forgotten how to function. He’s given you a taste, a mere lick, of the pleasure he can give you, and it’s already made you putty in his hands. Turning you around to face him, he leans down, till his face is level with yours and oh so close. “If you’re gonna keep begging me, baby, you might as well address me properly.”

“Daddy, please!” You mewl with zero hesitation, and it’s music to Chris’ fucking ears. God, maybe you weren’t as dumb as he believed. You’re making desperate, grabby hands at him, trying to get him to put his fingers back inside you and finish the job. And he marvels at how – in five minutes flat – you’ve turned so fraught, so frantic for him – like a fucking bitch in heat. He loves that he’s done this to you, that it’s him who’s reduced you to this.

“That’s right, baby. I’m your daddy. Good to know you retained at least one thing from all those months we were filming together.” He guides both of you backwards, into one of the stalls. Kicking down the lid of the toilet, he sits down on it, placing your tiny, form on his lap, loving how you don’t even question it.

And okay, throughout all these months of him envisioning his first time fucking you, he never thought it would be in this small, dingy bathroom at the premiere of your movie. But it was your fault, completely your fault – you’ve driven him to do this, awoken this carnal desire in him to just own you and claim you. It’s like he’s a beast, an animal that’s been poked and prodded for months and now he gets to devour his prey. His reward.

“So, are you gonna ride daddy’s dick like a good little girl?”

Suddenly, you’re shy, panicked. You shake your head vigorously, biting your lip in clear distress. “N-No, daddy, you… you, please!”

“Me what?” Chris is absolutely revelling in this, loving how dumb you sound. “What a dumb baby, you can’t even speak properly all of a sudden, hm?” He gives your ass another slap that has you burying your red face in his chest. “Now answer me. Are you gonna ride my dick like a good little girl?”

“C-Can’t!” You sob, shaking your head again when he forces you to look up at him, desperation radiating off your tear-stained face, “I don’t know how, daddy. Please, you do it. You fuck me. Please!”

It’s fucking crazy how you never cease to amaze him. Chris shakes his head at you, momentarily at a loss. It’s insane how innocent you look, with this bashful look on your face, eyes flashing in embarrassment, trying not to meet his incredulous gaze. He reaches out to brush your hair back behind your ear, licking his lips slowly. “Don’t tell me you’ve only been fucked missionary before, princess. Is that how those small-town hick boys back home were fucking you? Huh?”

You nod, looking so distressed that it’s actually cute. Chris thinks nothing but dark thoughts.

“So you’ve never been fucked by a man before, baby?” He places a sloppy kiss on the nape of your neck, making you squirm and arch your back as you mewl out loud. And he continues, “Never ridden a man’s cock, huh?”

“No, I h-haven’t.” You hiccup.

His hands grip your hips tightly, fingers digging deep into your flesh as he picks you up slightly. “Well, there’s only one way to learn.” He says softly, plunging you down on his dick so hard, so fast, so suddenly, that you scream at the sudden fullness you feel. The impalement has your shriek of pain bouncing off the walls of the small bathroom.

“OH, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!” You scream with absolute abandon, and Chris grunts because finally – fucking finally – he’s inside you. Inside those soft, velvet walls of your pussy that deliciously encase his dick as if it belongs there permanently, which it does.

“That’s right, scream for me, baby.” Chris whispers smoothly in your ear, gripping your tiny body and holding it close to him. You arch your back, the fullness so overwhelmingly pleasurable.

“So, so deep! It’s so deep, daddy! I can feel it so deep!” You babble, half crying and half moaning as you repeat and jumble your words in trying to form a coherent sentence. And there’s no movement yet, no friction, just you stuffed full of his dick while he savours the feel of finally claiming your body.

“That’s right, sweet baby. It’s deep from this angle. But now I need you to move for daddy.” Chris instructs you, helping you by lifting your hips up, hissing at the friction it creates around his cock. “It’s not so hard, princess. Even dumb babies like you can do it. Just move up and down, okay? Up and down.”

Through your tears of bliss and the overriding feeling of being overwhelmed by his huge fucking dick, you nod determinedly. And he finds it so cute when you bite your lip in concentration, doing exactly what he tells you to. With his help, his guiding hands on your hips which are honestly doing about ninety percent of the work, you slam back down on his dick, the tip of it going so deep that it fills you up till the hilt and you cry out desperately.

“Oh, oh, oh fuck! Daddy, it feels so g-good!” You moan, wiggling and grinding on his dick in a way that has both of you reeling.

“I know it does, princess.” Chris straightens up, realising that you’re two seconds away from being so dumbed out on his dick that you won’t get any work done. In an instant, he lifts you up, slamming you down on his dick so fucking hard that you squeal his name, your tiny hands gripping onto his shoulders, his neck, his hair. Just anywhere. “You look so pretty on my dick right now.”

“Th-Thank you, daddy!” You moan, and Chris can’t help but smile at your good fucking manners, despite the situation. God, he really just wants to ruin you. He rocks his hips up suddenly, fucking upwards into you, his hands on your hips controlling your every movement as he thrusts you up and down on his dick, and you scream bloody murder at how intensely good it feels.

“S-So big, it’s so big, daddy!” You whine, grinding down on him as if you’re starved for his cock. And Chris wants to capture every moment of this, he really wishes he could whip out his camera and film you, remember this first time. But his hands are more than occupied by you, supporting your body, holding you tight against him, bouncing you up and down on his cock. He remembers this is the position you guys had filmed your sex scene in for the movie. Fuck, it was crazy how you were out here filming sex scenes in movies when you barely knew the first thing about sex in real life.

But I could teach you.

“How does it feel, riding daddy’s dick on the premiere of your movie, huh?” Chris taunts you, reaching down to pinch your ass lewdly, loving how you scream for him. “How does it feel, finally submitting to your daddy after months of teasing me. Torturing me. Fucking tell me!”

You shake your head desperately, “W-Wasn’t teasing! P-Promise I wasn’t!” You cry, as if your dumb promise makes a difference to him. You’re absolutely sobbing with pleasure, the girth of his dick stretching you out, making your walls burn from taking him. And you take him, over and over, again and again, up and down, in and out. It’s like you’re a rag-doll – Chris controls your every movement. And you let him. You like it this way – he knows you like it like this. Him bouncing you on his dick, making you feel so fucking good, like no one has ever made you feel before.

Movie? Premiere? It’s all forgotten. He knows all you can think about is him, his dick, being owned by him. Being utterly wrecked by him. Ruined. Pussy torn open, used and abused. Claimed by his dick. Here in the bathroom, with your dress bunched up around your waist, tits out, pussy filled to the brim. Mascara running, hair come loose, carnal moans of pleasure and only the sound of his name leaving your lips.

Your pleasure’s mounting, building up into a crescendo that you can’t wait to reach. And Chris knows, of course he knows. He’ll always know. You’re panting loudly in his ear, body limp in his arms as he effectively uses you as a toy on his dick, pushing you up and down on it. And you love it. You thrive off of it. “Daddy, don’t stop! I’m so close, daddy! S-So close!”

Cupping your ass with both his hands, Chris stands up suddenly. Your legs automatically latch around his waist, locking yourself flush against him as he slams you into the wall. And now, now he fucks you like an animal, like a starved fucking animal just repeatedly jackhammering into you. You can’t even feel your legs anymore, you can’t hear yourself think. He’s effectively dumbed you down into just a toy – his doll.

“My little fucking baby,” He growls lowly, “Look how fucking adorable you look, dumber than ever on my cock. You’re gonna cum, baby? Make a mess around my fucking dick, huh? Tell me!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” You cry, “Yes, daddy, g-gonna cum!”

“From now on, you’ll let me fuck you whenever the fuck I want.” Chris says to you darkly, biting and nipping at your earlobe, his hips still a blur as he fucks into you. “You gotta pay me back for all those months I couldn’t have you. All those months you fucking teased me. No, from now on, if I even look at you a certain way, you’ll let me fuck you. Be my obedient little girl, won’t you? Won’t you?”

“Y-Yes I will! I will, daddy! I promise I will!” You’re delirious, drunk on his cock, his dirty talk, his touch – his everything.

“You’ll let me fuck you whenever. Wherever. Howeverthe fuck I want. Won’t you, sweet baby? I don’t care where the fuck you are, if I want you then you’ll drop everything and run to me, you got that? In fact, you’ll stay with me. I’ll fucking keep you close. I don’t fucking care if this movie’s finished filming. I still want you near me. All. The. Fucking. Time.” He enunciates each word with a particularly hard thrust. “You got that?”

The dam breaks. Your orgasm almost squeezes the life out of him, your muscles contracting so violently around his cock. And you can’t believe it’s real, this feeling of pure, unadulterated pleasure. It’s never, ever been this good for you before, this intense, this magical, this euphoric. You cry out his name, cry out daddy until it loses all meaning. White-hot waves of pleasure crash through your body, and he continues to thrust into you, riding you through your orgasm.

And Chris can’t believe how hot you look, coming undone while he fucks you. Even his hottest daydreams about you couldn’t do the real you justice. You’re so fucking beautiful, so sexy, squeezing his dick in such a delicious way that he really can’t seem to last any longer. And it’s only moments before he’s ready to blow, that your dumbed out, blissed out eyes suddenly open, and you’re scratching at his chest in blind panic, “Chris! Chris, I’m not on the pill!”

“I don’t give a fuck.” He growls, the animal inside of him swelling with joy. It’s music to his fucking ears. He’s happy he fucked you raw. And now he can fill you up. His dick twitches at the thought, and your little gasps egg him on even more. Ropes of his hot cum spill inside you, one spurt after another till he’s got you filled to the brim with even more of his thick cum dripping out of you because of course you can’t hold it all in.

“Oh… Oh my God…” You say, practically entranced by the thick white fluid that now seeps out of your pussy. Your lips parted; you reach down to touch it. Like you can’t help it. And Chris feels so proud, so fucking proud. Finally, he’s claimed you. Claimed his girl. Filled her up all nice and full with his seed. And he’s not gonna let her clean up either. Damn right she’s gonna go back and watch the rest of this movie with the reminder of him sticky between her legs.

His large hand covers your own inquisitive one. He hardens inside you once more when he sees that you’ve scooped up a bit of his cum which was running down your thigh. He brings your hand up to your face, prodding at your lips until they part, and you dutifully suck his cum off your finger for him – the image so fucking hot he almost can’t take it.

“Good girl.” Chris praises you, loving how you blush.

You look up at him, eyes bright and still dazed. Makeup ruined, cheeks red, lips bitten. “I’m sorry, Chris.” You say softly, small hand reaching up to touch his chest. “I’m honestly so sorry if I led you on. I had no idea. But I should’ve known better. I should’ve paid closer attention. I’m so sorry.”

Chris feels like his heart is going to fucking fall out of his chest. He feels it again, this overwhelming need to protect her, shelter her, keep her safe. He smirks, chucking her under the chin playfully. “That’s okay, baby. Because you’re gonna make it up to me, right?”

***

EPILOGUE – 18 MONTHS LATER

“So, Chris. Tell us. What’s next for you?” The journalist asks. It’s an intimate interview, a dark set. A leather couch, the interviewer sat across from him. It’s the final piece of press he has to do for his new action movie that’s just come out. And as much as he’s enjoyed the whole filming process, Chris only has one thing on his mind.

“Look, as amazing as all this has been, I think the thing I’m most looking forward to right now is going home.” He chuckles, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. “Just going back to Boston, you know? Back to my wife and our family.”

The interviewer smiles knowingly, “And how is your wife?”

Chris smiles. His wife. You. You’re amazing. And it wasn’t hard at all to get you to marry him. Not after the two of you started fucking regularly after that fateful night at your movie premiere almost two years ago. He had moved you into his apartment in LA, making sure to have easy access to you whenever he wanted to fuck you. Which was all the time. All the fucking time.

So it wasn’t that much of a surprise when he got you knocked up about two weeks later. And he remembers how distraught you had been, crying into his chest with three positive pregnancy tests on the table in front of you. “I can’t do this; I can’t do this!” You had cried, “I’m too young, I don’t know the first thing about having a baby!”

He remembers reassuring you, telling you that he was there for you, that he’d always be there. Persuading you to move into his big house in Boston with him, where he’d keep you safe and tucked away from the invasive paparazzi of LA. He even persuaded you to marry him, in a private ceremony with only a few guests including your parents, who were happier than ever to see their daughter respectfully married off in Boston and no longer in the cruel clutches of Hollywood.

And then, nine months later, you gifted him with his twins. Two perfect, tiny, wriggling baby boys that looked exactly like him. Chris couldn’t help but feel so fucking proud. And then you started talking about accepting this movie role, going back to Hollywood, filming again. And that animal inside of him awoke once more, unable to bear the thought of you going back to being an actress.

So he knocked you up again.

“My wife is perfect.” Chris answers the interviewer. “I’m really lucky to have met her when we did that movie together – because I can’t imagine a life without her now. She’s at home right now, taking care of our babies. It’s beautiful to watch.”

The interviewer looks absolutely enamoured. “Speaking of babies, baby number three is due any day now, isn’t it?”

Chris smiles and nods. He can’t wait to get back home to you, see you all round with his third baby growing inside of you, just about ready to pop. To him, it’s the most beautiful and breath-taking thing in the world. You, heavily pregnant, waiting for him in his home with his baby twins on your hip. That’s who you’re meant to be. And you’ve got only Chris to thank. You were far too delicate and innocent for Hollywood. Hollywood would have ruined you. Chris likes to think he saved you.

Because you’re a great actress. But you’re an even better housewife. And mother.

Turns out, waiting for you all those excruciating months was worth it. Because now, Chris has you for life.

the end

A/N: i hope you guys enjoyed that! feedback would honestly be GREATLY appreciated, do tell me what you think! also, -> requests are open <-

Misplaced Theatrics: Dark! Chris Evans x Reader

A/N: Hi lovely people! Surprise! I know I said no fics till July but my exam dates literally shifted the next day lol. My most important paper is still scheduled to be on 1st  August but hopefully it will shift too. Until that happens, my June and July are still scheduled to be super busy but I’ll try to update LaCs and also share this brand new series I’m in love with! Meanwhile take care cookies, I’m sorry I have a tendency to ramble. Also this my first time writing RPF so be kind.

Warning: Non-Con, RPF, Breaking and Entering. IF THIS OFFENDS YOU, DO NOT ENGAGE. 

Genres + Characters: Acting AU/RPF.

Summary: You realise too late that the lines between acting and reality have blurred between you and your co-star.

Word count: 3.5K

Another bouquet of roses, another bunch of stuffed animals, a sweatshirt, one of his sweatshirts that he had been seen wearing in public all the time. Your eyes scrunched as you found a mauve velvet box this time, eyes widening at the brand’s name, Tiffany and Co.

You opened the box, your eyes finding the most gorgeous piece of jewelry you’ve ever laid eyes on, perhaps the most expensive one too; a necklace laced with diamonds, both white and blue.

This was too much.

Emptying the entire box, you kept the articles aside and folded the box so it occupied less space and slid it over one of the cabinets. You knew the pap outside had stopped the delivery chap and was now bombarding him with questions which he’d so happily answer. The sender and the contents and whatnot.

This was a PR stunt after all, a means to promote your movie.

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None Of Your Concern (Chris Evans x Reader)

WARNINGS: DUB-CON(NON-CON?), AGE GAP, CHEATING(?)

DNI IF ANY OF THIS OFFENDS YOU

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summary:  costars for a little over a year, Chris has always been protective of you in the cutthroat industry much like a father would be. However, when he learns that your boyfriend is even older than him, he realizes that his feelings might not be so familial after all

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