mrsfrankadler

[mrsfrankadler]

weeks after writing this i’m wishing i did it as a standalone cs it’s basically filler 😓 oh well .

Figuring it out.

jake jensen x f!reader, bucky barnes x f!reader

A/N: LOOK WHAT Y/N’S MESSY ASS DID NOW🤣🤣 she’s all over the place.. lordt. but in her defence, she is in a vulnerable state, things will be normal for her soon. & don’t be afraid to hit up that ask box 💋

Warning: intentional lower case, not in y/n’s pov, angst?, silly little pet names 🙃 ( doll, dollface, baby ), kissing, SMUT ( p in v, praise, no aftercare 😓 ), awkwardness :/

Summary: babygirl is all over the place ( i am bad at summaries ) 🤕. can be read as a standalone but ⬂

pt1 pt2

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the morning after your… unfortunate date with ransom, your alarm wakes you up earlier than usual. the jarring sound of that familiar ringtone reminded you of the obstacle you had to face today.

you were finally going back to work after your - much needed - mental health break.

being in a relationship with syd was hard in itself, but when he finally upped and left, that took a huge toll on your life. you were already affected mentally by the way he treated you when you were together but regardless you stuck around, so when he chose to leave, it just made you feel like shit.

when he noticed the effect of the break-up, jake suggested that you take some time off work to focus on yourself and try to recover, and so you did. but now that time was up.

jake was startled awake by the sounds of you rushing around to get ready, he was going to have to get used to you being awake at this time again.

you hear the floorboards creak as jake slowly steps out of his room, you peek your head out your door to see him in nothing but pajama shorts… who needs boundaries?

“you’re up early, y/n/n…” he points out, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes.

“yeah, jay, i’m back to work today.”

he tries to hide his concern knowing you wouldn’t want him worrying about you but he can’t help the way his eyes widen at your statement. “ah. i remember.”

“yup.”

“huh.”

“so i gotta go jake, love you, i would hug you but you’re basically naked,” he frowns as you kiss him on the cheek, and with a deep breath, you’re out the door.

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when you arrive at work, you make a bee-line straight to your little cubicle, not wanting anybody to ask too many questions about your whereabouts or your mental state.

when you thought you’d made it safe, you sunk into your chair and let out a deep breath. this is not so bad, you thought. until you heard a voice that was all too familiar to you. shit.

“well whaddaya know!” he practically bellowed at your cubicles entrance, “long time no see, dollface.”

luckily there was virtually no one in your vicinity so he didn’t draw to much attention. you let it slide.

you swivelled on your chair to face him, “barnes.”

bucky barnes, though you acted like you hated him, might have been the best part of your days at work. he was always cracking jokes and trying to make you laugh but you could never let him know you really found him amusing or he’d get too cocky.

“so, you were gone… and now you’re back.” he tilted his head with a grin. did he even know where he was going with this conversation? “what’s up with that?”

“yeah, i was. do you need something, barney? i wasn’t even gone that long.” you sighed.

“i missed you calling me that.”

“i didn’t miss your flirting.”

“oh, shit, yeah you have that boyfriend right?” he smirked and you internally groaned, screwing your eyes shut. really barnes?

the two of you stew in awkwardness before you break the silence.

“yeahhh, no. i don’t fuck with him anymore. we broke up.”

bucky’s face dropped. “ohh…” he just stood and scratched the back of his head, “damn.” and you huff out an annoyed sigh, resting your head in your hands on your desk until this idiot pipes up again.

“what happened? if you don’t mind me asking.” he came and sat on your desk.

“he treated me badly pretty much throughout the relationship and then he just dumped me. pretty much out of nowhere.” you just sighed.

“fuck, that’s awful. i’m sorry that happened to you…”

“yeah, thanks.”

“well, do you want a hug.. or something?” he trailed off, expecting to get shot down but;

“yes.”

you had to stand up slightly on your tippy toes to wrap your arms around his neck and you rested your head on his warm chest. his big hands smoothed over your back, rubbing up and down to comfort you. you practically melted into his embrace, had you ever even hugged bucky before? shit felt good as fuck.

when you pull away, his hands linger on your waist and your mind starts to wander. why was he being so sweet and comforting? why did he seem genuinely concerned for me? does he actually care about me?

his steel blue eyes looked down at you through droopy lids. is he..?

he pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. innocent enough. friendly enough.

he stared for a moment,

and then he ducked his head down to swipe his lips over yours. gently and barely, he kissed you.

“oh.”

“hm, i’m sorry, i shouldn’t-“

you decided to kiss him again, of course, to shut him up, no other reason. you figured you wouldn’t be able to handle the awkwardness that would follow his apology.

‘i’m sorry i kissed you, you’re going through a hard time, i overstepped’ etc, ugh no. if you were going to ruin the current dynamic of this friendship, you were going to get some fun out of it.

to avoid drawing attention, you whispered, “hm, it’s like three minutes till our lunch break and i think i want you to take me to the storage closet...”

if anything could evoke an instant boner from bucky barnes, it would be that sentence right there.

“and what would we do in there?” he smirked raising a brow.

“just shut up and let’s go.”

the two of you subtly made your way round to the storage room and briefly checked your surroundings before going inside. thank fuck there were no cameras around here.

when you had both made your way in, bucky immediately pushed you gently against the wall and started to kiss you again. his desperation was evident in the kiss, you could tell he’d wanted this for a really long time..

“i’ve wanted this for a really long time.” he whispered while trailing wet kisses down the nape of your neck.

all you can do is moan in response because, have you? you weren’t to sure.

he quickly gets to work and bunching your skirt up to your hips and moving your underpants to the side. at a tormentingly slow pace, he begins to rub circles on your clit eliciting a strained whine from you.

“that feel good?” you can practically hear the smirk is evident in his tone, as he dips his middle finger down to your hole to collect your slick, “fuck you’re wet.”

“well, that probably means you should hurry up and fuck me. you know, before we get caught.” you whispered to him.

he chuckles lowly, unbuckling and taking down his pants but his laughter comes to a halt as you begin to push his tip against your clit, silently begging him to get on with it. he smoothed his hands down the backs of your thighs, lifting you up so that you were just about hovering over the head of his dick and resting on the shelf behind you.

“you ready for me, doll?” he pressed a sloppy kiss to the side of your mouth. you nodded, ‘mhm’, and that was all the confirmation he needed to slowly lower you down onto his length, sharply sucking in air.

“awh fuck,” he groaned into your ear as he thrusted upwards into your cunt. “feel so fucking good around me, angel.”

the way he was moaning and whispering praises in your ear had you so wet to the point where he was effortlessly slipping in and out of you. his speed was causing the shelf you were rested on to rattle and shake which was making you both laugh slightly. you could feel him panting hot breath against your neck as he quickly rutted into you and you bit your lip to stifle your moans.

bucky admired you slightly sweaty, half-lidded form, “you’re so beautiful, y/n/n. can you feel what you do to me?”

getting praised and complimented like this was a stark contrast to your relationship with syd. sex with him was always pretty rough and there was never much love there. this felt different. in a good way.

the position that you were in mean that your clit was rubbing right up against his pelvis making it almost impossible to stay quiet.

to avoid finishing to quickly - you assume - he began to slow his pace, meaning he was now grinding into you with slow deep strokes that drove you crazy. you couldn’t help but let out quiet whimpers as you gripped his shoulder.

“you getting close?” he started to kiss on your neck.

“awh shit, bucky, i’m gonna-”

“come on, baby, come on this dick.” he grunted, his thrusts beginning to speed up again, indicating that he was also close. “can feel you squeezing me, just let go.”

“fuck!” you whisper-yelled as you reached your climax.

bucky pulled out of you and finished with a moan shooting his spend onto your inner thigh. breathlessly, he rested his head on your shoulder for a moment. you tapped his bicep,

“come on barney, don’t fall asleep on me now, i got places to be,” you checked your watch, “still got 8 minutes of lunch left.”

he picked you up off the shelf and gently placed you back down on your wobbly feet.

you turned to get a kleenex from the shelf to wipe away his jizz from your thigh and pulled your skirt back down.

“‘kay, fine, bossy. you go out first and i’ll come out five minutes later.” you could hear him redoing his belt buckle.

“okay cool.” you chirped, “um, thanks for… cheering me up, barnes. you are sweet.” you gave him a brief hug before slipping out of the moderately spacious big storage closet.

you inwardly sighed. what the fuckk.

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the rest of your afternoon at work was not very eventful. just the usual shit. answering the occasional phone call, writing emails, counting down the minutes to go home… you didn’t really see much of bucky for the rest of that day but the thought of him didn’t leave your head. you just couldn’t really comprehend what you ( and him ) had done.

you let the flirty fuckboy at work hit it, real classy y/n. what is jake gonna think? you had to tell him, you two told each other everything so it would be wrong to keep this from him. it’s not like he’d be that bothered anyway. why would he care?

…

“YOU WHAT??” who were you trying to kid, you knew he wouldn’t take it well.

you were sat on the living room couch whilst he was frantically pacing living room.

“with that guy? ‘cause i don’t really know about him..,” he paused, “why?”

“hm, i was really horny i guess.” you rubbed your temples, “don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“oh no, hey, there’s nothing wrong with you.” he came and sat by you on the couch, “‘m not judging you. just confused. did you want to sleep with him?”

“i’m not sure jake. i just, i opened up to him a little about syd and, he comforted me and he gave a hug, but it was a weird hug and-“

“hey, hey,” he pulled you into his side and rested his head on top of yours. “i guess you don’t have to know right now. you’ll figure it out at some point.”

you just hummed in response.

“so how was your day, jake?”

he scoffed, “not as eventful as yours.” earning him a playful punch in his arm.

“whatever man.”

“you wanna watch adventure time?”

“yeah, jay.”

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a/n: gollllyyy. i was tired when i wrote this so it’s not that great & im also pretty bad at endings but the middle wasn’t too bad…🤷🏾‍♀️ anyways what do we think. i dont see her going back to bucky and this was her seeking comfort in perhaps the wrong form but, what can you do?

[mrsfrankadler]

Figuring it out.

jake jensen x f!reader, bucky barnes x f!reader

A/N: LOOK WHAT Y/N’S MESSY ASS DID NOW🤣🤣 she’s all over the place.. lordt. but in her defence, she is in a vulnerable state, things will be normal for her soon. & don’t be afraid to hit up that ask box 💋

Warning: intentional lower case, not in y/n’s pov, angst?, silly little pet names 🙃 ( doll, dollface, baby ), kissing, SMUT ( p in v, praise, no aftercare 😓 ), awkwardness :/

Summary: babygirl is all over the place ( i am bad at summaries ) 🤕. can be read as a standalone but ⬂

pt1 pt2

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the morning after your… unfortunate date with ransom, your alarm wakes you up earlier than usual. the jarring sound of that familiar ringtone reminded you of the obstacle you had to face today.

you were finally going back to work after your - much needed - mental health break.

being in a relationship with syd was hard in itself, but when he finally upped and left, that took a huge toll on your life. you were already affected mentally by the way he treated you when you were together but regardless you stuck around, so when he chose to leave, it just made you feel like shit.

when he noticed the effect of the break-up, jake suggested that you take some time off work to focus on yourself and try to recover, and so you did. but now that time was up.

jake was startled awake by the sounds of you rushing around to get ready, he was going to have to get used to you being awake at this time again.

you hear the floorboards creak as jake slowly steps out of his room, you peek your head out your door to see him in nothing but pajama shorts… who needs boundaries?

“you’re up early, y/n/n…” he points out, rubbing the tiredness from his eyes.

“yeah, jay, i’m back to work today.”

he tries to hide his concern knowing you wouldn’t want him worrying about you but he can’t help the way his eyes widen at your statement. “ah. i remember.”

“yup.”

“huh.”

“so i gotta go jake, love you, i would hug you but you’re basically naked,” he frowns as you kiss him on the cheek, and with a deep breath, you’re out the door.

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when you arrive at work, you make a bee-line straight to your little cubicle, not wanting anybody to ask too many questions about your whereabouts or your mental state.

when you thought you’d made it safe, you sunk into your chair and let out a deep breath. this is not so bad, you thought. until you heard a voice that was all too familiar to you. shit.

“well whaddaya know!” he practically bellowed at your cubicles entrance, “long time no see, dollface.”

luckily there was virtually no one in your vicinity so he didn’t draw to much attention. you let it slide.

you swivelled on your chair to face him, “barnes.”

bucky barnes, though you acted like you hated him, might have been the best part of your days at work. he was always cracking jokes and trying to make you laugh but you could never let him know you really found him amusing or he’d get too cocky.

“so, you were gone… and now you’re back.” he tilted his head with a grin. did he even know where he was going with this conversation? “what’s up with that?”

“yeah, i was. do you need something, barney? i wasn’t even gone that long.” you sighed.

“i missed you calling me that.”

“i didn’t miss your flirting.”

“oh, shit, yeah you have that boyfriend right?” he smirked and you internally groaned, screwing your eyes shut. really barnes?

the two of you stew in awkwardness before you break the silence.

“yeahhh, no. i don’t fuck with him anymore. we broke up.”

bucky’s face dropped. “ohh…” he just stood and scratched the back of his head, “damn.” and you huff out an annoyed sigh, resting your head in your hands on your desk until this idiot pipes up again.

“what happened? if you don’t mind me asking.” he came and sat on your desk.

“he treated me badly pretty much throughout the relationship and then he just dumped me. pretty much out of nowhere.” you just sighed.

“fuck, that’s awful. i’m sorry that happened to you…”

“yeah, thanks.”

“well, do you want a hug.. or something?” he trailed off, expecting to get shot down but;

“yes.”

you had to stand up slightly on your tippy toes to wrap your arms around his neck and you rested your head on his warm chest. his big hands smoothed over your back, rubbing up and down to comfort you. you practically melted into his embrace, had you ever even hugged bucky before? shit felt good as fuck.

when you pull away, his hands linger on your waist and your mind starts to wander. why was he being so sweet and comforting? why did he seem genuinely concerned for me? does he actually care about me?

his steel blue eyes looked down at you through droopy lids. is he..?

he pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. innocent enough. friendly enough.

he stared for a moment,

and then he ducked his head down to swipe his lips over yours. gently and barely, he kissed you.

“oh.”

“hm, i’m sorry, i shouldn’t-“

you decided to kiss him again, of course, to shut him up, no other reason. you figured you wouldn’t be able to handle the awkwardness that would follow his apology.

‘i’m sorry i kissed you, you’re going through a hard time, i overstepped’ etc, ugh no. if you were going to ruin the current dynamic of this friendship, you were going to get some fun out of it.

to avoid drawing attention, you whispered, “hm, it’s like three minutes till our lunch break and i think i want you to take me to the storage closet...”

if anything could evoke an instant boner from bucky barnes, it would be that sentence right there.

“and what would we do in there?” he smirked raising a brow.

“just shut up and let’s go.”

the two of you subtly made your way round to the storage room and briefly checked your surroundings before going inside. thank fuck there were no cameras around here.

when you had both made your way in, bucky immediately pushed you gently against the wall and started to kiss you again. his desperation was evident in the kiss, you could tell he’d wanted this for a really long time..

“i’ve wanted this for a really long time.” he whispered while trailing wet kisses down the nape of your neck.

all you can do is moan in response because, have you? you weren’t to sure.

he quickly gets to work and bunching your skirt up to your hips and moving your underpants to the side. at a tormentingly slow pace, he begins to rub circles on your clit eliciting a strained whine from you.

“that feel good?” you can practically hear the smirk is evident in his tone, as he dips his middle finger down to your hole to collect your slick, “fuck you’re wet.”

“well, that probably means you should hurry up and fuck me. you know, before we get caught.” you whispered to him.

he chuckles lowly, unbuckling and taking down his pants but his laughter comes to a halt as you begin to push his tip against your clit, silently begging him to get on with it. he smoothed his hands down the backs of your thighs, lifting you up so that you were just about hovering over the head of his dick and resting on the shelf behind you.

“you ready for me, doll?” he pressed a sloppy kiss to the side of your mouth. you nodded, ‘mhm’, and that was all the confirmation he needed to slowly lower you down onto his length, sharply sucking in air.

“awh fuck,” he groaned into your ear as he thrusted upwards into your cunt. “feel so fucking good around me, angel.”

the way he was moaning and whispering praises in your ear had you so wet to the point where he was effortlessly slipping in and out of you. his speed was causing the shelf you were rested on to rattle and shake which was making you both laugh slightly. you could feel him panting hot breath against your neck as he quickly rutted into you and you bit your lip to stifle your moans.

bucky admired you slightly sweaty, half-lidded form, “you’re so beautiful, y/n/n. can you feel what you do to me?”

getting praised and complimented like this was a stark contrast to your relationship with syd. sex with him was always pretty rough and there was never much love there. this felt different. in a good way.

the position that you were in mean that your clit was rubbing right up against his pelvis making it almost impossible to stay quiet.

to avoid finishing to quickly - you assume - he began to slow his pace, meaning he was now grinding into you with slow deep strokes that drove you crazy. you couldn’t help but let out quiet whimpers as you gripped his shoulder.

“you getting close?” he started to kiss on your neck.

“awh shit, bucky, i’m gonna-”

“come on, baby, come on this dick.” he grunted, his thrusts beginning to speed up again, indicating that he was also close. “can feel you squeezing me, just let go.”

“fuck!” you whisper-yelled as you reached your climax.

bucky pulled out of you and finished with a moan shooting his spend onto your inner thigh. breathlessly, he rested his head on your shoulder for a moment. you tapped his bicep,

“come on barney, don’t fall asleep on me now, i got places to be,” you checked your watch, “still got 8 minutes of lunch left.”

he picked you up off the shelf and gently placed you back down on your wobbly feet.

you turned to get a kleenex from the shelf to wipe away his jizz from your thigh and pulled your skirt back down.

“‘kay, fine, bossy. you go out first and i’ll come out five minutes later.” you could hear him redoing his belt buckle.

“okay cool.” you chirped, “um, thanks for… cheering me up, barnes. you are sweet.” you gave him a brief hug before slipping out of the moderately spacious big storage closet.

you inwardly sighed. what the fuckk.

⋆

the rest of your afternoon at work was not very eventful. just the usual shit. answering the occasional phone call, writing emails, counting down the minutes to go home… you didn’t really see much of bucky for the rest of that day but the thought of him didn’t leave your head. you just couldn’t really comprehend what you ( and him ) had done.

you let the flirty fuckboy at work hit it, real classy y/n. what is jake gonna think? you had to tell him, you two told each other everything so it would be wrong to keep this from him. it’s not like he’d be that bothered anyway. why would he care?

…

“YOU WHAT??” who were you trying to kid, you knew he wouldn’t take it well.

you were sat on the living room couch whilst he was frantically pacing living room.

“with that guy? ‘cause i don’t really know about him..,” he paused, “why?”

“hm, i was really horny i guess.” you rubbed your temples, “don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“oh no, hey, there’s nothing wrong with you.” he came and sat by you on the couch, “‘m not judging you. just confused. did you want to sleep with him?”

“i’m not sure jake. i just, i opened up to him a little about syd and, he comforted me and he gave a hug, but it was a weird hug and-“

“hey, hey,” he pulled you into his side and rested his head on top of yours. “i guess you don’t have to know right now. you’ll figure it out at some point.”

you just hummed in response.

“so how was your day, jake?”

he scoffed, “not as eventful as yours.” earning him a playful punch in his arm.

“whatever man.”

“you wanna watch adventure time?”

“yeah, jay.”

—

a/n: gollllyyy. i was tired when i wrote this so it’s not that great & im also pretty bad at endings but the middle wasn’t too bad…🤷🏾‍♀️ anyways what do we think. i dont see her going back to bucky and this was her seeking comfort in perhaps the wrong form but, what can you do?

[mrsfrankadler]

Handsome Stranger

ransom drysdale x reader, carter Baizen x reader

A/N: okay why is this man so fine.. put him in jail this has to be against some law somewhere. my god.

- can be a standalone but you’ll wanna read this first, a little backstory for ya🤷🏾‍♀️

Warning: Ransom is lowkey an asshole, bad flirting, swear words 😓

Summary: You finally let rich boy Ran take you out. Let's hope he doesn't ruin his chances… [ 🤣 ]

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Nobody's POV

When you and Ransom arrived to location of the party, it was a big white house illuminated by the floor lights leading to the door.

You just stared in awe. You weren't used to this. Not big parties or being surrounded by loads of rich people. Just staying in with Jake trying to make your way down the watchlist. You never would've guessed you'd be here in front of this modern mansion, with this super fine rich guy in the seat next to you.

"What are you thinkin' about?"

You were pulled back to reality. You turned your head to face him.

"Nothing." You deadpanned. You couldn't let this cocky bastard find out you were nervous. "Let's go."

You quickly got out of the car, being careful not to roll your ankle over the gravel in your heels and made your way to the door, Ransom following closely behind.

When you reached the door, Ransom leaned forward to knock and rested his other hand on the small of your back.

As you waited by the door, he started to rub your back.

"You sure you're okay, gorgeous?" He pulled you closer to him by your waist. You sighed trying to think up something to say but you were saved by the bell. The door abruptly opened to reveal a slightly disheveled redhead.

Her auburn hair was littered with thin braids and there was a dark brown eyeshadow clouding her kind, green eyes.

She looked to Ransom first, subtly squinting her eyes at him before greeting him. "Ransom." Clearly they had met before... Then she turned to look at you.

"Hi, pretty!" She held out her hand for you to shake, "What's your name?"

"Y/N." You took her hand and the coldness of her rings tickled your skin.

"Wanda, nice to meet you." She winked.

Y/N POV

She invited the two of us inside of the spacious estate and the loud pop music flooded my ears and vibrated my head. Looking around, seeing designer jewellery and old money, I became hyper aware of my surroundings. I began to feel inferior, not good enough to be here. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest and my eyes darted around frantically until they landed on the open bar across the living room.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in, tugging Ransom by his arm to whisper in his ear, "I'm going to the bar, find me there later." You looked to Wanda, "excuse me." And left for the bar.

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Making your way to the bar you set your eyes on the last free bar stool and started to make your way to it, but just before you could get to it, someone swiftly sat there instead, causing you sto stumble slightly backward.

You cleared your throat in annoyance, "Uhm, excuse me.."

The person who took your seat turned around slowly with a slight smirk on his face. He had curly, dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry, were you going to sit here?" He looked up at you, the flirtation evident in his tone.

"Yes. I was." You replied, matter-of-factly.

"Well, I'm sorry princess, but I can't give it up." You furrowed your brows, "I was here first." He stayed smiling and shrugging.

You figured you had no time for bullshit tonight; so you turned around ready to walk away, you guessed you'd just have to find a drink elsewhere but he grabbed grabbed your wrist before I could get anywhere.

"Oh- wait!" What now?

Y/N POV

When I turned around, he had long wiped that smirk right off of his face, it had now been replaced with a sincere apologetic look.

"I- I'm sorry if I came off as an asshole." He sighed. "I was trying to flirt..."

Wow, flattering.

"Yeah well, nice job, Romeo," I retorted.

His brows scrunched together, but he smiled at my joke.

He started to pull me closer by my wrist, "I just wanted an excuse to talk to you, I guess. You're very beautiful."

You felt your face grow hot, he was so smooth with it. He had managed to push you away and reel you right back in within minutes and you were most definitely falling for it.

"Thank you." You giggled at his compliment.

"What's your name?"

You told him your name.

"Well. Beautiful name for a beautiful woman." He winked and you snickered.

"Wow, never heard that one before."

He chuckled before standing up. He must have been around 6 feet. "Have my seat, princess."

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Nobody’s POV

You and this charming stranger began to talk and the conversation was flowing effortlessly. You had learned his name, Carter, and the fact that though this was his party, it was his parent's house. He just wanted to host here because it's much bigger than his loft in New York.

You had soon taken a liking to Carter. Though he was cocky and the beginning, you came to find out he was just trying to flirt and in reality he was quite sweet.

Inevitably though, your relaxed conversation was soon interrupted when a heavy hand suddenly landing on your shoulder mid sentence. Ransom.

"Ransom!" The brunette exclaimed. "How are you, man? It's so good to see you." Ransom must be pretty well known.

The two men shook hands firmly as Ransom suspiciously looked between you and Carter before replying to Carter's greeting.

"So, what are we talking about?" Ransom huffed.

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You slumped into the passenger seat of Ransoms BMW, rolling your eyes as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

See, when he came over to you and Carter, you expected the two of them to start conversing about rich man activities like boats or golf or something, but instead Ransom thought it would be a good idea to pick a fight and accuse Carter of flirting with his girl.

"For the record, big-head, I am not your girl. Don't get it twisted."

He just sighed looking on at the road and gripping the steering wheel, "Okay but, he's.., he's not man enough for you, not good enough. He's recently 20, practically a kid. I'm comin' up 27, I can provide."

You sarcastically mouthed, "wow." to yourself as he rattled on about how much better he is

"Well, what kind of woman do you take me for thinkin I'm gonna run off with some other guy when I'm supposed to be your date to the party." You turned to look at him, your eyes shooting daggers.

"I'm sorry." He momentarily looked down. He could be an asshole sometimes but he seemed genuinely sorry.

His vintage beemer came to a slow outside of you and Jake's shared, little house,

"So... we going to your place or should we go to mine?" he furrowed his brows trying to convince you with that stupid, sexy little smirk. You just laughed to yourself in disbelief.

"You know what you can just drop me right here, thanks Ransom." you replied sweetly, trying not to break. You swiftly got out of the car, trying not to roll your ankle on the concrete and made your way to the door.

"Well, I'll see you later?" He called out.

You yelled back, "Don't hold your breath, Ran."

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A/N: welp. Ransom is being a dick. shock horror🤷🏾‍♀️. (somebody give me motivation and ideas).

[mrsfrankadler]

"i'm looking respectfully" well i'm looking carnally. i'm looking like a whore

[mrsfrankadler]

Who’s at the door?

ransom x reader [?] and jake jensen x reader

A/N: this is a little teaser for a series i MAY or MAY NOT start writing. let me know if you like it. also this was written on my phone so it could be bad 💔

Warnings: none i guess? it's only the first chapter people it's an intro, maybe Jake being sickeningly adorable 🤷🏾‍♀️

Summary: there’s a handsome stranger at the door.. are we even expecting anyone?

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"Okay, so, were both just sitting on his couch and he's giving me this look right,"

"Uh-huh."

"You know, real 'fuck me eyes', right."

"Yeahh.." Jake continues listening, attentively.

"And then, when he opens his mouth to speak, i expect him to come out wit some killer line that would totally make me swoon," You continued, using your hands to paint the picture of just how high your hopes were.

"Mhm."

"And then he just comes out with, 'uhh, so are you gonna suck my dick, orr?'"

Your hands flatly drop to your sides and Jake almost jumps in shock, the utter disgust prominent on his face.

"HUH?"

"Yeah."

"WHAT?"

"YES!"

"I mean, Jay, who even says that." You sigh, giving a disappointed look. "Just so inappropriate." You added, kind of enjoying his dramatic reaction.

He just puts his head in his hands, trying to process why anyone would ever treat a woman — especially not an angel like you — like that. He just can't even comprehend it. He knows that if you ever let him get that close with you, he couldn't even dream of treating you like that.

First of all, he would start out focusing on you, not himself. Softly kissing you all over face and telling you how beautiful and precious you are to him before making his way down to your-

Ring-ring.

You abruptly rose out of your seat with a deer-in-headlights expression on your face. Jake just looked at you confused and suspicious. Who was that?

"Who's that?" He stood up with you, just watching as you practically sprinted upstairs. "Don't worry about it, JJ." He blushed at the nickname, "Just tell him to wait and I'll be right down!" You called down the stairs.

Jake didn't like this. 'Don't worry about it.' What's that supposed to mean? 'Don't worry about it.'

Fuck that, he thought, making his way to the door and peeking through the peephole. On the other side of the door, he saw a tall, seemingly quite built man sporting a brown cable knit sweater.

He looks like an asshole, Jake thought to himself.

Before Jake had the chance to walk away and start worrying about what you and this man were about to run off and do together, the man noticed there was someone on the other side of the door.

"Y/N? Y/N is that you? Come on baby, just let me in." He started knocking again. Jake shuddered at the pet name before opening the door. "It's cold out here-,"

"Oh." The man commented, bluntly looking Jake up and down before pushing past him and taking a seat at the table.

"Oh." Jake imitated, walking over to the kitchen where he had chosen to sit.

There was an awkward silence as the two men subtly sized eachother up.

"Uh, I'm Jake," he started awkwardly out his hand for him to shake before awkwardly shoving it back into his pocket when the guy just glared at it.

"Ransom."

"Oh, cool, nice to meet you." Jake was trying to be polite.

"Yeah." Ransom scoffed. He wasn't making it easy.

The awkward silence returned, while Jake started trying to think of ways to break the ice. However, his mind became occupied by other things. Like where was Ransom taking you at 5:30 in the evening? Why did you seem so nervous when he knocked on the door? Why did you tell him not to worry? Should he be worried? And why'd he call you baby?

You finally pulled him out of his stressful thoughts by announcing that you were ready to go and making your way down the stairs looking possibly the most beautiful he had ever seen you.

"Whaddaya think?" You did a little twirl as the two men in front of you stared in awe. You wore a maroon satin dress that stopped just below your knees, paired with some peep toe kitten heels that had a silver buckle.

Jake just stared at you star-struck as you slowly made your way to the table. "You look beautiful, sugar." Ransom piped up and Jake wanted to throw up in his mouth. Another pet name? "Thank you, Ransom." you cupped his face gently before turning to Jake who was sporting a rather defeated expression.

"Jayy..." You started, softly, "I'm sorry I forgot to mention that I was going out tonight, it was really short notice.. even I forgot!" You explained, earning an offended scoff from Ransom. "I'll be back before you know it, and i'll tell you every detail." You winked at him before turning back to leave with Ransom. Jake just slouched deeper into his seat at the table.

Does he really wanna know every detail?

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YALL TELL ME WHAT YOU THINKKK!!!! part 2 is in my drafts babies 💋

[mrsfrankadler]

she sat on his lap, and whispered his ear

gently and slowly

while tears droping her cheekbones,

running down to his lips

"are you real?"

asked,

"no, but"

he licked the saltiness

"i'll always be real..."

and touched his lips

to her forehead

and his soul

lyed on her mind

"right here,"

she closed her eyes

lips touching his neck,

then he moved away.

and said

before

disappearing,

"just like every other thing."

[mrsfrankadler]

i don’t want a job i want to read good books and drink good coffee and get kissed on the neck

[mrsfrankadler]

I never see Chris fics anymore… but PLEASE !!!! Somebody do something about these pics 😍😍

[mrsfrankadler]

SO GOOD!!!!!

All the Praise- Part One

Paring: Chris Evans (au) x Black Female Reader; Famous reader

🚨WARNING 🚨 | 18+ (NO MINORS WHAT SO EVER), Language, angst, struggles with anxiety, SMUT (I tried 🤷🏽‍♀️), mentions of cheating (extremely brief) toxic traits, daddy kink (a few times mention), unprotected sex (wrap it up folks!!)

Word Count | 3.6K

Summary | You have been friends with Chris Evans for YEARS. You even have a secret on/off relationship, that by the grace of God, has been able to be kept hidden away from prying eyes. He invites you to the premiere of his new movie,  Knives Out. Unfortunately, his anxiety is at an all time high. But he manages because you are there. You are there for HIM. You are blown away by his performance. You’re overtaken with emotions because anytime you are with him you become so lost in the man that the world doesn’t get to see. You were there to support a friend. How are you backstage in the theater house in the most compromising situation with the one man that can make your body and soul evoke so much passion? ...And what’s the status of yours��� relationship again?

Moodboard by yours truly 💁🏽‍♀️💋

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AN | So part one is finally done and I’m very excited but nervous. Because this ending was not how I had planned for this to go. I had a totally different ending but this flashback scene took on a life of its own. These two just truly wouldn’t let me go til they said what they had to say. I proofread, but there are bound to be errors. Apologies for that. This is my first ever fic in like forever. So please be gentle. If you don’t like it. Great move along to something else. If you like what’s happening so far please comment, like, reblog. I love that shit 😁😁. And a big thanks to @kthynes for looking this over last minute and for all the support! 😘💕

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Part One

November 13, 2019 Los Angeles, California

You hate LA. You try to come here as little as you possibly can. That can be tough for someone like you. A famous singer, songwriter, producer. And now? An up & coming actress. You find yourself questioning your sanity often. You seriously have no patience for the LA crowds. But that one call brought you out here. From the man with a smile and charm that just refuses to quit. Who you’ve known since you were 10. Your fathers are pretty much thick as thieves and made it a point to get the families together every summer since then.

He was an annoying little prick at 10, but that changed once you and him hit 15. The bowl cut and braces were long gone. In its place was a cute guy that was slowly taking over every piece of your heart. But that's a story for another time. Let's take it back to the present and that damn phone call.

One thing about knowing Chris Evans: you can get so caught up in him that you can truly forget your own name, your own existence and just be caught up in “the man”. Something you never wanted with any guy. But with him.. shit just hit so differently..

“Hello?” You answer abruptly without checking who called first. “Well don't we sound chipper Y/N”.

Girl, breathe, before you say something off-the-wall and live to regret it within a minute.

“It’s one of those days Christopher, what’s up?” Here we go and honestly you are not in the mood for his shit sometimes.

There was a long pause. Like he was contemplating whether or not to even bother you with what he wanted to say. Damn you can be mean sometimes. But he knew he had to. Knew he needed his girl by his side.

”I wanted to know if you would be my plus one for the Knives Out Premiere, here in LA?”

Now it was your turn with a long deafening pause. Go with him to the premiere? Together?  Like in public? Now, for as intelligent as this man is, how the hell could he be so stupid to ask you a question like this?

“Chris, not another premiere.”, you say with a sigh.

“You know I hate attending premieres and you know I’m not a fan of what happens after between us”.

You were about to add to the conversation when he unexpectedly stopped you.

“Y/N would you just listen to me for a minute?!”

Well, if that wake up call didn’t just get you to sit straight up.

”Listen, I know I haven't been the best to you when you needed me to be. I’ve been hot and cold with you and I’m sorry. My anxiety has been through the roof for the last couple days leading up to this. I’m gonna be honest with you. I think it’s some of my best work. I just don’t know how the fans and critics will react to it. Y/N, I need you baby. By my side. Will you just be there for me?”

You had to be the baddest bitch and the coldest of cold to say no to this man after this confession. At times and for when the situation called for it, you just had to. But not today. You were not going to be the one to break his heart. Even though you can count on two hands how many times he broken yours.

“Yes”. You say softly. Not recognizing your own voice.

“Yes I will go with you.” You say with more conviction.

He chuckles. Relief washing over him. Probably feeling some sense of calm he hasn’t felt in days.

“Let me call my assistant and have her set up a flight for me. I should be there in a few hours.” You reassure him.

You hear an exasperated sigh on the other end, “Let me set that up for you. I’m the one asking you to come all the way out here.”

Rolling your eyes, “Chris that is not even necessary. I promise you I will have it situated on my end. I’ll be there in a few hours. With my finest bells on.”

You try to joke with him. But you instantly feel the temperature of conversation shift. Why don’t you ever prepare yourself for what he’s about to ask next. “And what about Jayson and Lilah? Do you think they can come with you?”

This is where the record stops. We aren’t going there right now. Not about the two you would lay your life down for. “That won’t be happening Chris. They have school. My mom will take them for me, you already know this anytime I have to travel.”

He’s quiet, he knows he’s not your mom’s favorite person and she may not be happy with the reason as to why you’re leaving your kids with her all of a sudden. But she always has a way of understanding your madness.

To lighten the mood you joke, “And you’re very lucky, my sister just came back from Paris and was gifted a beautiful dress from Givenchy just for a little old me.”

You’re giggling now, who is this person right now? The hard exterior always tends to crack with this man.

“Damn you Christopher.” Letting out a stifled sigh.

“You know you love me though so why are you acting like you don’t?” He chuckles loudly.

You laugh at yourself. That was something you could never deny. No matter how much or how badly you really wanted to.

Hours Later

You unlocked the door to your LA home. Taking in the surroundings, you haven’t been here in months.

You won’t think back to that morning. You refused to.

You drop your bags in your massive master bedroom upstairs and flop down on the bed, looking straight up at the ceiling.

Saying out loud to no one, “What the hell are you even doing here?”

Hoping to get some divine intervention, but knowing that will not happen with your luck. You are left to think what tomorrow night and the morning after could bring for you and Chris.

When he has a premiere, the night always ends up with you butt ass naked in bed with him. Reaffirming to him and reminding yourself that your pussy belongs to him and only him. Him whispering such beautiful declarations of his love and for you to give your relationship another try. The last time you did this was after the Endgame premiere. The morning after you got out of bed and took Dodger out for a bathroom run. Upon your return, he was down on one knee and asked you to marry him. With a beautiful rose gold emerald cut stunner of a ring. And you on cue said straight to the man’s face, “No.” That was the first time in 5 years he asked you. Heat words were exchanged and by that point you knew it was time to go back home to NY.

Drifting in and out of sleep a chime comes from your bag. Checking your phone it’s a message..from Mr. Casanova himself. 🥀🥀

Chris 🧔🏻‍♂️ 💞

Are you home?

You

Yup. Got in not too long ago. About to shower and then hit the sheets. Are you good?

Chris 🧔🏻‍♂️💞

Yeah I guess..

(Here we go..And his game starting in 5..4..3..2..1..)

…do you think I can come over?

(See, if you were in one of your emotional states you would have eagerly said yes. But you’re not and you are going to stop this before anything starts.)

You

I don’t think that’s a good idea. I’ll see you tomorrow. You’re coming to my house to pick me up and then we are riding to the premiere together? That’s what we agree upon, right?

The chat bubbles are staying at the bottom of your screen longer than what you wanted. In your mind you are hoping he isn’t writing you another heartfelt reason as to why you and him should be together. You can’t do this right now. No, not right now. Soon after the bubbles were gone and only 3 words followed.

Chris 🧔🏻‍♂️💞

Yes you’re right.

You

Ok. Talk to you tomorrow. Goodnight Evans 😴

Chris🧔🏻‍♂️💞

Goodnight Y/N.

Those three little bubbles at the bottom of your screen return. Prolonging their stay for just a bit too long. A quiet chant begins to form in your mind. Please don’t say it, please don’t say it. Over and over.

Chris 🧔🏻‍♂️💞

…I love you..

…He said it…

…That Motherfucker…

Flashback to April 23, 2019

Strong and muscular arms are firmly wrapped around your body. The clothes you had on the night before are thrown about haphazardly all over your room.

What did we drink? Your body feels so heavy and warm with wet kisses peppering the back of your neck and shoulder. Hands… that’s all you are feeling as they roam and stroke every curve of your body. These hands have known every inch of you for years. They stroked and gripped each part of you. And it’s the possessiveness of them now that takes you back to early this morning. When the two of you came barreling into your home. Pissed ass drunk running off a high of him ending his run as Captain America in Endgame. The movies have been good to him. But you can see he was ready to move on and start something new. Your deep conversations lead to a passionate kiss that made you feel like your soul was on fire, that lead to you being pushed up against the wall with one leg over his shoulder as his tongue played your body like a musical symphony. Knowing how to stroke your clit to make the moans coming out of your mouth sound like they are from a porno. He licked your folds and sucked on that sensitive nub til you were loudly coming not once but twice…or maybe three times. Fuck, you lost count.

“Tell me what you want, baby?” His deep sleep-deprived voice breaks through those visions from earlier. Back in the same position you fell asleep in. Him spooning you from behind and holding you tightly. This time you feel his hard length behind ready to take you again. But you know he won’t. Not until you tell him exactly what he wants to hear.

“Make love to me again.” Breathless..his hands are too much.

“..make me yours again Daddy..” Moaning his name you turn to face him. Blue eyes staring directly at you as the sun starts to creep in through your window behind him.

“Break me..” You kiss him deeply. His and your tongue fight to a brutal and hard fought war for dominance. But he wins in the end. He always fucking wins.

“..then put me back together again.” With that he takes you at your word. Entering you from behind and filling you up in one quick motion. Hard and fast was what you got last night. And it was great. It was what you both needed. But this. This is different. This is all-consuming, emotional and raw. Your body can handle it. It's been down this road before, but could your heart do the same?

“Fu-uckkkk! Fuck.. you’re breathless. His movements are slow and deep. You feel his warm breath on your neck. Kissing and sucking on a spot that he’s been relentless on all night. You know it will be bruised later on. Marking you like he owns your body. You’re kidding yourself if you think he doesn’t. This man knows every inch of you and has explored every peak and curve. What more does he want from you?

Your breathing is staggered as he wraps his hand possessively around your throat. He’s playing with you. Because he knows. He knows you are so close to coming. You’re making a fool of yourself if you think you can hold off much longer. But fuck him. You’re not giving him that satisfaction. This is YOUR HOUSE. He’s coming first. Who the hell does he think he is?

You push back as he thrusts forward at a punishing pace now. The slow and sensual Chris is gone. The rough and passionate Chris has made his return.

He rasps in your ear, “Why are you acting like this?” Gripping your neck harder.

“I know you want to let go.. squirt and make a mess all over Daddy’s dick… his left arm snakes firmly around your waist. Thinking it could keep you in place…

“…let thrust the thrust fuck thrust go thrust.” Asserting each word with the pounding of his menacing hips.

You feel the air shift between you two. He sputtering. Holy shit, he’s starting to break.

“Ah fuck, ahhhh fuck.” His head is tucked behind your back. He stills. He stills in you and you feel his hot cum so forcefully painting the inside of your pussy. With a grin of accomplishment, and at that moment you let go too. Tears gently stream down your face. This wasn’t sex. No, no. This was band-aid ripping, emotional, putting out all the stops kind of love making. And he came first. He did. It’s always about YOU with him when you too have your intimate moments together. But tonight, YOU made this about HIM. It will always be about him with you.

Some Time Later That Morning

“Bub, Dodger has to go out. I’m just going to take him, ok?”

“Ok, I’m coming down in a few.” Chris yells back.

You walk Dodger around the neighborhood, admitting that you kinda like living the LA life…sometimes. Chris makes it worth coming out here all the time. But NY is your heart. It's where you were born and and still continue to live so much of your life with you and your kids. But even you and Chris, especially, were starting to get tired of these big cities. Boston, MA is Chris’ birthplace. His peace and sanctuary. You had to admit his new place was a peaceful getaway for you. Yeah, yeah you’ve been there more than you cared to admit. Buzzing interrupts your thoughts as you reach into your back pocket and notice the pic of the person calling you. You stop walking Dodger and smile.

“Hello baby boy!” You say with pure happiness.

“Ma! You ok?? The teenager says in a rush. Your son Jayson. Always the protector like his..you stop yourself and begin speaking again.

“Yes, I’m good. I told you that when we were leaving the after party.”

He laughs, “I know but the fact that my p.. catching himself…you guys were leaving in a car totally shit-faced scared me a bit, no lie.”

You’re going to have to do something about this boy’s language when you get back home.

“First of all, watch your mouth and your tone with me. Secondly, we had a driver. There was no way I was driving back to my house like that.” You say adamantly.

Jayson is quiet. He knows he overstepped a bit. And you, like always, make sure he realizes that is one of the things you love and cherish the most about your son.

“Thank you Jay, but we are good. We are good.” You smile to yourself. Wow you two really were good. It’s been so long.

“I hear you giggling and having the loudest daydream over there. I swear the two of you are like horny little teenagers. I’m disgusted Ma, truly disgusted.” He might be, but you know his heart is doing a happy dance. Hoping this is finally it for you two.

“Listen, I'm going to head back and finish Dodger’s walk. Call you later?”

“Yes we’re FaceTiming later for sure. Love you Ma and tell him we gotta start planning Fantasy Football this year. Better to get an early start now figuring this all out.”

You let out the heartiest of laughs, “Yes Jay I will. Tell Mom and Lilah I said hi and I love you guys. Be back in a few days.”

You turn your screen off and unlock the door back to your home. You set aside Dodger’s collar and he starts taking off. Trying to find Chris. You hear Chris whistle for Dodger to go to him. As you begin your playback of the call with your son.

“So listen to this! As I’m walking Jay calls so frantic. He was really worried about us when we didn’t call him to say we made it home. I swear, that boy worries too much.” You laugh, oblivious as to what is going on in your kitchen right now.

“Hmm, wonder where he gets it from Bub.” You laugh again.

Silence. Usually he’ll chime in with a retort or something. But now there is nothing. Total silence. Even Dodger isn’t barking. They must be outside. As you come from washing your hands in the bathroom. You turn and make your way to the kitchen. You are stopped immediately. No Chris and Dodger aren’t outside. They are in your kitchen. Dodger sits next to Chris as he’s down on one knee with this beautiful rose-gold emerald cut engagement ring in his hand.

Those tears he made you shed not too long ago are back. But for all the wrong reasons. Because you know your answer is not going to be what he wants to hear. As you stay rooted in place of where you stand.. The big grin he had on face began to falter. He knows this is not going to be a happy moment. You would think after all these years he would be used to this. He never is. And he can’t understand why you put each other through this song and dance time and time again.

“Y/N when will we ever get past that night?” He questions quietly.

He goes to stand up and comes up to you. Holding your hands in his. Now it’s your turn to make him cry and feel vulnerable to the world. This wasn’t how you ever wanted it to be. That feeling was always meant for the bedroom. Where sex and lovemaking was something you two always got right. But relationships, being honest with each other and staying faithful? You two knew how to fuck up royally every time.

“I thought we were past that point, baby.” He shakes his head roughly. He’s pissed. “Damnit, I thought we were finally moving in the right direction. At the same fucking time!” He exclaims loudly and drops my hands from his.

He turns around and let’s a strangled breath escape his mouth. He’s at a loss, you’re at a loss. You truly don’t know what to say at this point other than, “no”.

“No, Chris. I still got a lot of shit from that night that I am dealing with. All those years ago. I don’t think we are ready to dive into something like this. And you know it. So no.. I will not marry you.”

You turn your back to him. Knowing what’s going to come next…but his long declarations of love and trying to prove you wrong are not being said. He’s done. He's ready to go.

“Come on boy let's go home, come on bubba”.

He packs up his and the Dodger’s belongings quickly. Bringing them out to his car without so much as a glance to you.

Dropping the key to your house in the bowl by the front door. He looks up at you. You can tell there are so many thoughts going on in his head. Just like they are in yours. You two are so much the same it’s scary.

“Tell Jay.. he stops. There is no one around. Why is he protecting you and your wishes? After you literally broke his heart into pieces. Nah, fuck you and your wishes.

“Tell my son that I will call him later and that he knows he can call me anytime he wants.”

He stands up tall with confidence and sternness that can make him downright intimidating at times.

“Stop playing these games with our fucking kids Y/N. I’m done playing pretend when it comes to them.” He spits out with so much venom.

You turn and storm your way up to him. 5’5FT woman, ready to go toe to toe with a 6’0FT man that can toss you over his shoulder and make you forget what day of the week it is. But you weren’t playing that game today. Maybe not for a while.

“Oh really! You know what, get the fuck out of my house.” You yell back at him. “Get out!! Get out!!” Pushing him with so much force he stumbles back out of your doorway. Catching you and him completely off guard. His look is a mixture of pain and anger all wrapped up into one. Before he can do or say anymore, you slam the door in his face without any care. A loud bang from the other side follows as if on que.

The next thing you hear him do is get into his car and drive out of the driveway and out of your life. Forever? No, it can’t be forever. You slide down your door. Tears are coming down like the fiercest and heaviest of rainstorms. You and he had arguments before, and you pretty much made up by the afternoon because with all this history the two of you share. Being friends was always the bottom line. But this was rough. This was so different. Tears just won’t stop coming down your face. You reach for your phone. Practicing the breathing techniques, you’ve learned along the way. You feel you test chest tightening and the pressure within your head becoming too much to bear. You shakily press the name on your phone. The person picks up on the first ring, not realizing the worldwind of chaos that just happened moments ago.

“So can I finally call you Mrs. Evans or what?” She chuckles, not missing a beat. Breathe “I don’t know why he continues to call us every time he wants to ask you to marry him. We gave our blessings years ago. Breathe You know this time I told him no, I swear I never thought I could see him turn whiter than he already is…” she laughs (Breathe) “…you should have seen his face. He’s too much Y/N.”

Breathe

You sniffle... “Mom, you breathe heavily, Please get me out of here Breathe, Breathe I want to come home.”

To be continued…

Read Part Two HERE

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[mrsfrankadler]

Nothing’s worse than dreaming about Chris being my loving boyfriend and telling me that he loves me and then waking up and realizing it’ll never be true lol🥲

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Gone.

bucky barnes x reader

A/N: this has been in my head forever so yk i had to write it down 😋 idk this isn’t even much of a fic more of a drabble

Warnings: angst..? lovey dovey bf!bucky

Summary: you thought Bucky had died in the blip

‘I can’t believe he’s gone.’

This sentence had been playing on your mind all day.

‘I can’t believe he’s gone.’

It had been five years since you last saw Bucky.

Five years since they’d told you he had passed away. Yet here he was, seemingly carefree, stood in the doorway of your apartment.

“Hey, doll.”

Both your hands flew to cover your mouth in shock, causing you to drop the pint of ice cream in your hand when you heard him speak. He was really here..

Besides rewatching old videos on your phone or listening to old voice messages, this was the first time you had heard him speak in years and you felt tears start to prick at the corners of your eyes.

“Oh my god.” You whispered to yourself in disbelief. You were sure that he had died. You vividly remember breaking down in the lobby of the Avengers Compound when they told you the news of his passing. But here he was stood right before you.

So many questions clouded your brain but you pushed them all aside - for just a moment - to practically jump into his arms, wrapping your arms round his neck.

He let out a muffled laugh into the crook of your neck, “Missed you too, dollface.” He breathed in the scent of your shampoo. “So much.”

When you pulled back from him, he noticed the tears staining your cheeks and under eyes, which were now puffy from all the crying.

“Hey, what’s wrong, baby?” He cradled your face in his big hands, starting to kiss away your tears. He moved from under your eyes to pressing soft kisses all over your face before finally pressing one to your lips. Causing more tears to run down your face.

“Shh, I’m right here.” He moved one of his hands to start rubbing up and down your back, continuing to kiss your face. “What’s the matter, huh?” He ran his thumb over your cheek.

You paused, scanning his features for a second before opening your mouth to speak.

“You’re supposed to be dead, Jay,” you started, “What happened, w-where did you go?” You sniffled, looking up at him.

You were the most beautiful person he had ever seen. He hated to see you upset.

He sighed, looking down at his feet before explaining the whole blip situation to you and trying to console you as best he could.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere, okay? You know that I’m always gonna be here for you, right?” He held you closer into his chest, “Were always gonna be together.”

You whispered a soft ‘Yeah.’ into his chest before resting your forehead on it.

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writers block beating the fuck outta me ngl i cant go on with this 😭 maybe i’ll edit it later 🤷🏾‍♀️

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Misreaders

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x gf!reader

WARNING - The following fic contains: Nothing crazy, needy!Ransom, misunderstandings, awful communication skills from both sides, lots of fluff, mild angst, affectionate gestures, cuddles, kisses, mention of sex, mention of possible cheating.

Summary: You deny Ransom the attention and affection you used to give him all the time after overhearing him complaining on the phone how annoying he finds you.

The lights were on when you pulled over to the front of Ransom’s villa, which to you meant Ransom was home after doing business at the Blood like Wine company with Harlan and Walt.

You have been living together for 2 months now after being a couple for a year, and you both thought it went amazingly well.

You were opposites, which somehow made you all the more compelling. You were sweet, overly affectionate, expressive and a little shy, - while Ransom was blunt, graceless and more quiet about his emotions. Over time, he had gotten better at expressing them for your sake, as he knew you deserved to be told how much he loves you. He had improved at making vocal and honest apologizes as he had come to learn you weren't easy to please through gifts. His openness to improve was what made your relationship so special.

There were no complaints or major issues from both parties, - until now apparently when you stepped into the house quietly and heard Ransom talking loudly on the phone with someone, his voice sounding unnerved.

“The woman can’t seem to catch a break, Bryce. She’s always hovering around me, and so incredibly clingy, almost every single day, - like I never fucking asked to be her host of which she is a nuisance for, -

- It’s so fucking annoying.”

Your heart sunk when you comprehended his words. She? Clingy? Every single day? You were the only woman he was with most of the time. Could it be he was talking about me?

You didn’t mean to listen in, but he was talking so loudly - it was hard not to hear. He obviously hadn’t heard you come in with how confidently he let his voice roll in full volume. You had already heard enough and decided to do the old trick of opening the door with little subtlety and close it back harshly.

Ransom cut himself off, audibly muttering to his friend over the line; “You know what, - let’s talk about this later. She’s come home.”

You took off your coat and hung it up, along with your handbag and scarf. Ransom came by the corner with a smile on his lips. “Darling…” he purred the petname with delight as he approached you.

Your lips threatened to wobble with glossy eyes as realization had hit of what you had listened to. You were good at holding your composure just this once as you put on a fake smile and let your boyfriend kiss you hello before he led you to the living room.

“How was your day?” You asked casually.

“Busy. But not as busy as yours.” He said. “I swear they overwork you. No way is it normal to be working seven plus hours each day. It’s just plain cruel if you ask me.”

“Well that’s just how it works…” you sighed with a shrug. You sat on the couch, eyeing Ransom’s phone on the table and it made you swallow down a lump that had formed in your throat.

“I heard you were talking with someone on the phone as I came in. Who was it?”

“Oh, just Bryce. You know, the grandson of Ogden Osbourne who Harlan can’t shut up about. We’ve been catching up lately.” Ransom explained. “Get this, he got his own villa by the coast of New Jersey. If people think I’m a trust fund, they should get familiar with him first because he’s 13 years younger than me. I didn’t get my own villa until I was like, 24 or something.” Ransom said, the rich people business being little to your understanding, but you still listened.

You left it at that about the phone call. He was obviously going to keep his loud back talk a secret, and you thought maybe it wasn’t the right time to bring it up either. He seemed to be in a good mood despite how aggravated he sounded when on the phone.

Maybe he had gotten his frustration out, you guessed. You weren’t going to build it up this time.

You completely dropped your routine of continuously showing Ransom physical affection, hoping he would be happy about it and not have any further complaints behind your back.

Truth be told, you knew you shouldn’t be accepting how awful he talked about you, but you more blamed yourself for not considering how he felt about it.

In the past you had complained to your girl friends about minor things too, - like how you sometimes find Ransom’s use of curse words unnecessary. However you would argue Ransom’s complaint was much worse. Being affectionate was a big part of your character after all. It was hard to make sense of why he apparently despised one of the things that defined you.

You had kept up your new resolution as much as you could, only opening your arms when Ransom approached you with his own wide open. He was being more touchy with you than ever as days passed by, now being the one to engage cuddle sessions. He would put your hand on his chest like where it usually was when you were curled up in bed.

This must be the way he prefers it. Being touched only when he wants to.

You had noticed Ransom would pull a hurt face every now and then, as if he expected something. You had asked about it once when he stared at you as his head rested on your lap while you were watching an episode of your favorite show. He only muttered, "Nothing..." before he turned his face to look at the screen too.

Strange..., was all you could think from that interaction.

Days went by quicker due to your long working schedules, with the evenings almost skipping right to the early mornings.

Saturday was when you worked from home, - same was it for Ransom. He put the laptop down, finishing much earlier as he didn’t have a lot on his plate for the day.

Ransom approached you who was sitting by the kitchen island on one of those bar seats as you typed on your computer. He came from behind, slyly wrapping his arms around you and rested his chin on your shoulder. He was being incredibly touchy with where he put his hands, and it made you feel a little hot and bothered.

“Ransom, we can’t have sex right now.” You laughed as you tried to focus on your work.

“I don’t want sex.” He muttered against your skin as he gave a smooch on your shoulder and tightened his grip around you.

You weren’t having sex nearly as often as you did in the beginning of your relationship, but Ransom was completely fine with that.

The reason why you had so much sex back then was because he didn’t know how else to show affection at the time. It was before he was comfortable using the phrase ‘I love you’ because he had through his whole childhood grown resilient against those words. Back then he didn’t hug or cuddle because he wasn’t used to that kind of affection at all.

That changed when you continued being in his life and had your body against him all the time, your hands stroking his hair and face, your head on his chest or arms wrapped around his waist with your face nuzzling against him so lovingly.

You thought he loved it and that you had broken the ice, but from the conversation you heard almost a week ago, you were assuming you had done more than you should.

“Then what is it, honey?” You asked. “You’ve been acting rather odd. Is there something you want to talk about?”

You could practically feel his jaw tick against your skin, and you frowned when you looked behind. Ransom had already let go of you by then.

“If you don’t want me around, just say that!” He shouted and stormed away to your bedroom upstairs without glancing back.

You were so confused. You didn’t know what this man wanted anymore. First he insults you behind your back on the phone with some friend of his, and you stop being all over him as he had complained about, - and now he’s pulling a tantrum with the assumption that you don’t want him around.

You sighed, not bothered to walk after him as you were afraid it would only become a messy argument.

If he has something he wants to say, he will have to say it on his own and not have me beg for an explanation, you thought.

You worked on your computer until late at night. Ransom hadn’t come down since his outburst, which already told you he was trying his best to remain stubborn and nonverbal.

It was past 11:00 PM, and you were too tired to change into comfier clothes and take a night shower. You took a blanket from the basket under the table and made yourself comfortable. It had been a while since you last slept on the couch, usually from watching late night films, and you had to admit you missed it. The couch was way too comfortable to only be used for sitting purposes.

An hour later into your sleep, you hear footsteps coming down the stairs to the living room where you were. Before you know it, you feel a figure in front of you. Your eyes barely hold up as you see Ransom standing there silently, staring at your form.

“Come to bed, darling…” You heard him whisper to you as he carefully shook your shoulder.

“No, I wanna sleep…” you mumbled drowsily.

You heard him sigh, but your mind quickly wandered back to dreamworld again, leaving him to be payed no mind.

Ransom scooped your body up carefully as he placed himself beneath, having your body on top of his and placing the blanket to cover both of you.

He looked beneath him where your face was resting on his chest, some drool was coming on his night sweater but he didn’t care. He stroked your hair a couple of times, whispering; “I love you…you know that, right?”

Ransom didn’t expect a response as he was aware you were fast a sleep, but he thought it didn’t hurt to say it. He stared at the ceiling for a good while before he was able to close his eyes and rest.

Your eyes flickered open, and you yawned when you woke up. “Finally, Sunday again.” You chirped as you stretched yourself a little. Sunday was your day off, which meant you could take it easy.

You climbed off of Ransom which made him groan and you left his embrace to get your morning coffee. You had slept well tonight, like you always did when you slept with Ransom so close to you. Your morning mind had already forgotten about yesterday's ordeal.

When you returned to the living room again with two mugs in your hands, you halted as you saw Ransom had sat up, looking up at you with bloodshot eyes.

“What…- are you okay?” You asked as you walked towards him.

“You’re cheating on me.”

You froze and blinked, “What?”

“You’re cheating on me, aren’t you? That’s why you don’t touch me like you used to. You’re done with me.” He began to state his last two sentences as facts.

You put the mugs on the table and sat beside him on the couch, immediately denying his claim. “No, I’m not cheating on you, Ransom. Why on earth would you think that?”

He shook his head, not even looking at you as he was still in denial. He stood up and continued, “You found someone else to pour your love into. There can’t be any other reason why you suddenly stopped being intimate with me. You don’t kiss my cheek in the morning or hold me close anymore. You didn’t even stroke my hair when I rested my head on your lap two days ago!”

“Because you didn’t ask!”

“You don’t need to!”

You crossed your arms and stood up too, annoyed by now. “Well apparently I do because otherwise you are talking behind my back about how clingy and annoying I am!” You raised your voice to his level. “I heard what you said on the phone with that friend of yours. I’m giving you a ‘break’ like you wanted.”

Ransom processed it for a minute, unsure of what you were referring to. Then it hit him about his last week’s phone call he had with Bryce, and he let out a sigh of relief as he held back a humored smile. “You heard that? Is that what this is all about? That’s not, - fuck’s sake, you got it all wrong, darling.”

You frowned. “Do I? Explain then.”

“Did you even hear the whole conversation? I’m guessing you didn’t because if you did, you would know I was talking about my mother.”

You had almost forgotten his mother even existed as Ransom had sheltered you away from her, not wanting to have her throw insults at his lover like she always did at him.

Still, the pieces didn't quite add up and you narrowed your eye with suspicion. “You used the word ‘clingy’ though, - a very convenient word to describe someone who's always on you. A-And you said you have to deal with 'her' every day. I’m the only woman you’re with every day, Ransom.”

“What are you even, - Yes, my mother’s the clingiest bitch in the world and she practically bothers me everyday with her nonsense. She’s a damn tick on my skin, sucking the life out of me and always in my business - our business. Last week she bothered me about some high class bitch she wanted me to meet. Old hag’s disrespecting our relationship and you, my girlfriend. ” Ransom explained genuinely, his eyes looking intensely into yours.

"Oh..." was all you could utter as your mouth stayed open in awe. It all made sense now as to why Ransom sounded so annoyed on the phone but was carefree when he welcomed you home.

His mother really is a bitch, you also thought when you heard what she had planned for Ransom.

“I was talking about her, not you, kitten. I would never think of you that way. If anything, you’re clingy but for the best reasons.” Ransom insinuated with a smirk growing with the way he formed his lips. “I missed your touches so much. I don’t think I can live without them. Please stop holding yourself back and give it all to me again.”

He approached you and took your hand to give your dainty knuckles a kiss with his lips. He felt blessed when your face rested on his broad chest and wrapped your arms around his waist tightly.

“I’m sorry, I should have talked to you and asked…I didn’t mean to assume the worst from you.” You apologized. "I'm so sorry..."

Ransom laughed and shook his head. He didn’t blame you. After all, he had earned the asshole title for many reasons prior to your relationship. “You should have beat my ass if that was the assumption you were left with. Yet you still stayed around like it didn’t hypothetically happen. Why?”

You shrugged as you felt silly, but you did have a reason. “…I mean, it should be kind of obvious by now. I love you, and we both know you are too honest for your own good sometimes. But by the end of the day, you’re my jackass, and I wouldn’t let go of you so easily.”

“That’s cute of you, kitten.” He cooed as he kissed the top of your head with care. “But seriously though, don’t put up with shit, -especially from me. Put me in place if you must.”

You hummed, agreeing as you had learned your lesson. “I still can’t believe you thought I was cheating on you. You were really broken out about my distancing, weren’t you?” You said as you led him to sit back on the couch again.

He hid his embarrassment with a scoff and lowered his gaze, not wanting to showcase his growing red cheeks.

You laughed softly and pulled his shoulder while reaching out for his face, pulling him closer to you. “My poor man…I’m so sorry, honey.”

He hummed, ultimately forgiving you. “Guess you need to make it up to me. You’re going to do nothing else other than wrap those cute hands of yours around me and mean it. No half-assing anymore. I want it all.”

“Handsom’ Ransom wants to be held, huh?” You giggled humorously.

“Tease me all you want,” He snickered and grabbed you by the hip, his hands sliding down to grope your ass as he leaned into your ear to seductively add, “We both know who’s name you’ll be chanting this evening, darling.”

N/A: Probably like my 5th fic about Ransom being touch starved but idc, it’s my therapy guys. :))

Hearts & Reblogs are very appreciated! <3

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𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔. Once he has you exactly where he wants, he refuses to let you go.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. Ghostface!Steve Rogers x college student!reader

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. This story will contain the following content: SEXUAL/EXPLICIT SCENES, DARK THEMES, DUBCON, power imbalance, pussyjob, breeding kink, gaslighting, manipulation/coercion, perv!Steve, choking, innocent!reader, knife kink (no blood involved), college setting, possessive!Steve, honorable mentions: Jake Jensen

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While there’s a mass of swaying bodies between you and him, you’re the focus of his undivided attention, a bundle of chiffon, satin, and giggles—exuding a glow of white innocence that shined brighter than the varicolored strobe lights and scarlet harvest moon climbing the invisible ladder to the highest and centermost point in the sky. The hue of your teddy matches the blush of the blonde you’re unwittingly casting under your spell simply by baring your pearly whites in a precious smile—perhaps you should’ve opted for the witch costume rather than a bunny. Jake fuckin’ Jensen. Steve played hockey with the Computer Science major since primary school, and in the rink, Steve has always emerged as the obvious winner of the two. In school, Jake was the lesser of the two as Steve earned higher marks, and when it came to wooing their female counterparts, Steve was the victor in that department as well. And as he allows his lecherous gaze to unabashedly rake down your scarcely-clothed frame and finds himself mesmerized by your pure beauty, lust is quickly throttled by rage as Jake fuckin’ Jensen approaches you and absorbs you in conversation—What the fuck is the bastard talking about that has you so visibly enthralled? Steve cannot allow this to breach his winning streak—he has to have you.

It’s rapidly nearing midnight, and the party is in full force, the dorm pulsating and swelling with life. Faux cobweb, All Hallows’ Eve-themed streamers in shimmery arrays of oranges and purples, hyper-realistic skulls and bodiless heads, Guaca-Moldy Eyeballs, and “Dead” Velvet Cupcakes—by no means was the Halloween spirit lacking. It truly felt like you’ve entered the residence of a ghoul than one of the drunken college students who earned an “A plus” in throwing unforgettable parties but failed the common core subjects. 

The senior hasn’t noticed you prior to the Halloween party, but you’ve certainly noticed him. In fact, he’s in your Global Business class, but in your daily lives, you’re invisible to most. You sit the furthest from your professor and classmates in the final row of the lecture theater and conceal in loose pullovers and sweatpants the physical qualities that could hypnotize any hot-blooded fellow on campus. Tonight, however, you’ve obliviously become the focus of the party, the treats you’ve deprived your peers of indulging in for months hugged exquisitely by a rather short teddy; sheer hosiery, and one limp, one stiff bunny ear attached to a headband you’ve crafted yourself to complete the revealing costume. But if anyone in this damned function gets to truly have you, it’s going to be Steve, he’s certain of it.

He’s amidst plotting his ploy to remove Jake from a six-foot radius of you and make his approach. The blonde is clearly flirting, and Steve imagines that he’s roped you in with awful quips and punchlines with software coding vernacular woven between his witless jokes. To spare him the humiliation, you force a taut laugh. You need Steve to rescue you from the insufferable freak, you simply didn’t know it yet. 

Steve is no stranger to partying—it’s a typical Saturday affair for the twenty-two-year-old. Usually, he has a busty cheerleader draped over him, keeping him entertained—but tonight, he’s unrecognizable to most as he looms ominously in a shadowy corner, disguised in a rubber mask and loose robe. You're clearly new to the partying scene, however—your restless fidgeting is proof. By no means do you fit his typical "type", you're shyer and less self-assured than his previous conquests. You're better than them. You're exactly what he wants, and Steve Rogers always gets what he wants.

When you erupt in dulcet laughter, slightly doubling over and you bracing Jake for support, Steve finds himself blindly threading through the pulsing throng of partygoers, beyond piqued by the display and neglecting his initial plan to patiently await the critical moment to strike. He has half a mind to fuckin’ kill Jake, to put the hunting knife enclosed tightly in his clenched fist to better use than simply as a costume prop. However, he first has every intention of sweeping you away. 

Once he approaches and removes his mask, Jake notices the blazing senior before you do, his smiling expression crumbling into one of confusion and possibly hints of terror. You follow Jake’s gaze, your own expression screwing in marvel.

“Jensen,” Steve blurts, harsher than intended, “What are you doin’?” 

“What do you mean ‘what am I doin’?’” he cocks a quizzical brow, “I’m talkin’ to Y/N.”

Steve glances down and locks gazes with you, who is craning your neck to blink up at the Kinesiology major moon-eyed and glossy, full lips slightly ajar. From afar, you don’t appear nearly as sweet and pure as you do in this proximity, it requires a great deal of self-restraint to control his urge to claim you in front of Jake and the others—although, he’s not above the idea.  

“Y/N,” he echoes, summoning every ounce of his willpower to not pounce on you as you mindlessly ogle him, “Pretty name for the pretty bunny.”

“Do you need somethin’, Steve?” Jake steps in his line of vision, ushering you behind him to fruitlessly shield you from Steve’s impish leer, “We’re in the middle of talkin’.”

Steve has to swallow the urge to simply tell the blonde that he needs him to fuckin’ kick rocks otherwise the aftermath won’t be pretty, “I think Ari is lookin’ for you, Jensen. Somethin’ about his computer and random pop-ups and wantin’ you to take a look.”

“His... computer?” Jake doesn’t sound convinced in the slightest, “Can’t this wait?”

“Don’t know, he said it’s urgent. Why don’t you go find him? Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on the bunny for you,” Steve winks, the simple action robbing the breath from your lungs. Jake seems hesitant, his gaze flickering between you and the notorious playboy in visible uncertainty. 

“I’ll, uhm—I’ll be right back,” the statement is directed toward you.

“Where are you going, Jakey?”

Jakey?

“To see what Ari wants. I’ll be quick.”

Once you and Steve are alone, his undivided attention is on you, and you all of a sudden long to be swallowed by the earth beneath your feet, “So, bunny, what year are you?”

“Freshman,” you respond meekly, the senior’s forbidding presence rendering you shy and self-conscious. Never in this lifetime have you imagined Steve Rogers, the reputable hockey team captain and president of Alpha Sigma Psi, talking to you, let alone look in your direction. You poorly disguise your curiosity in faux indifference, and Steve’s own fascination is thinly veiled. Still, you haven’t a clue of Steve’s sick fantasies that revolved around you since you arrived to the event. If you did, or if anyone did for that matter, surely you would’ve run for the hills.  

“I’m Steve, by the way,” he announces needlessly—everyone knew who Steve was.

“N-Nice to meet you.”

“I like your costume, it’s cute,” his bonny blues linger on your chest, “I’d say it’s the best costume I’ve seen tonight.”

“Really?” you perk up, embodying the bunny you are with a befitting hop, “I made it myself!”

“You did?” Steve coos at your adorable display of pride—he finds himself so incomprehensibly riveted by you. You furiously nod your head, “Natasha let me borrow her teddy, and I made the ears. All by myself, too!”

“That’s great, baby,” Steve laughs gruffly, “Natasha? She joined you tonight? Or a boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend?” you scrunch your nose in faux disgust, “I don’t have a boyfriend. I came with Natasha and Wanda…”

Realization dawns on you as you utter the names of the auburn princess and fiery bat that are nowhere to be found, soft laughter fizzling into gasps of panic. Twirling on your heel, your gaze darts from one unfamiliar face to the next in the mob, the pit-a-pat of your heart becoming hard thumps as it doubles in pace.

“What’s wrong, bunny?” Steve observes the terror that struck your features, “Are you okay?”

“They’re gone!” your tone is taut with concern, “They… no, they couldn’t have left me. Wanda’s my ride! A-And Nat has my phone because s-she didn’t want me distracted by it. She s-says I’m always distracted…”

“When did you last see them?”

“I… I don’t know,” your expression falls in intense concentration as you rifle through tonight’s memories to no avail, “Oh my god… Oh, god, how will I get home? What if somethin’ has happened to them?”

“Calm down, sweetheart,” Steve stoops down to match your height, appearing less intimidating but nevertheless you still feel incredibly shy, “Hey, I’ll help you look for your friends. How does that sound?”

“Y-You will?” you nearly melt his icy heart by simply batting your lashes and pouting—and the owner of a pout like yours deserves the world and more. Steve cannot find it within himself to refuse—how could he? You’re the embodiment of his vilest fantasies, the epitome of purity and innocence, the defenseless lamb—or bunny, rather—cornered by a wolf: him.  

“Of course, bunny,” he thumbs the thin cord of your teddy that threatens to slip off your shoulder, the dizzying effect of his paws on you chasing away your worries, “C’mon, I bet they’re closer than you think.”

“So, what are you supposed to be?” you question while Steve drags you along by your wrist because “you’ve already lost your friends, bunny—you can’t afford to lose me, too,”  weaving through the condensed body of vampires and pirates and witches. He feigns nonchalance but truly he finds a semblance of amusement in your unquestioning submission—you’re so eager to obey, more than willing to submit. In a matter of hours, Steve has you figured out.

“Ghostface,” your masked friend responds, “You don’t recognize the mask?”

“I… no?” You brave a glimpse upward, the wilting black eyes and gaping mouth staring gravely back, “I… I don’t know if I like it.”

“Why not, baby?” Steve glides his thumb over your knuckles, “You break my heart.”

“N-No! I didn’t mean to,” you tug him back, “It’s that… it’s only a little scary.”

The hockey team captain laughs in response, while you resist the urge to cower in humiliation. Breaking his heart was exactly the opposite of what you wanted to do after he’s been so kind toward you and helped you look for your friends. You’ve looked everywhere, combed the house inside out, and they’re nowhere to be found, not a single clue of their existence. 

They couldn't have left you, could they? You reflect back to earlier when Natasha offered to let you borrow her teddy, declaring it complimented the tone of your skin. And yesterday, Wanda bought you a toasted bagel before you had to brave your nine o'clock Introductory Psychology class. Last week, Natasha helped you study for your Advanced Composition exam—and hours later your favorite blouse Natasha insisted she needed went conveniently missing from your wardrobe, but that doesn't mean she stole it, does it? And Wanda implored you not to buy the only remaining pair of the boots you badly wanted in stock after persuading you they're not worth it—but didn't she have them on the following week?

You’re back where you’ve begun, in the congested common room of someone’s dorm—the host is a relative of Natasha, and that’s the extent of your knowledge. You start to feel out of sorts as you look for somewhere to sit and recollect your bearings, but the divan is occupied by couples who are as good as fornicating if clothes weren’t involved. Instead, you cling to Steve for support, mustering every ounce of your willpower not to cry as defeat creeps from behind and taps your shoulder.

“Baby,” he cocks a brow as he watches your expression collapse, “Why’re you lookin’ so sad? What did I say earlier, hmm? What did I promise?”

“W-We’ll find them,” you respond weakly. 

“That’s right,” he draws closer, but you don’t realize it amid the whirlwind of emotions wreaking havoc. Not until you’re struggling to breathe properly due to the suffocating proximity does it occur to you how close he is, and you visibly stiffen as you’re smothered by a wave of heat exuded by your masked savior. 

“Let’s check outside,” Steve suggests in a low murmur, and you dumbly hum in agreement. It’s impossible to conceive a single coherent thought when his being is crowding in your space—you need Steve to think for you. He’s perfect—as perfect as the golden ratio of milk and cereal you had for breakfast this morning, or the tint of nail polish, Pink-ing Of You, you selected that matched your teddy to a tee.

“Good girl, I’ve got you,” in five syllables, you wholly trust him. 

Halloween happened to fall on the bleakest of nights, the world absent of color except for various shades of gray. Steve seems more familiar with your surroundings than you do, dodging snarls of scrambling vines and bramble in your path before the sliver of moonlight piercing through the basswoods reveals them. Snaps of branchlets sound underfoot as you tiptoe further in the thicket, clinging to Steve as your own shadow plays tricks with your mind, manifesting the shape of monsters in the interminable void.

Sneaking suspicions that Steve is the true monster are silenced by tailing thoughts that reassure you he’s simply trying to help, that squash the urge to question where he’s leading you due to your excessive trust in the Kinesiology major you’ve only met a few hours prior. He pauses in his tracks once you no longer hear the muffled music of the party, only the push and pull of zephyrs and your own labored pants. 

“Hold on, baby,” Steve glimpses cautiously in both directions, “Why don’t we rest for a few minutes? We’ve been walkin’ for a while.”

“Where are we?”  you finally question, meeker than intended, “Where’s Nat and Wanda?”

“We’ll find them, sweetheart,” Steve promises gently, “But I’m tired. Aren’t you tired?”

“I’m scared,” you answer truthfully, “What if they’re in danger? What if they need me? We were supposed to stay together tonight, we promised each other. They w-wouldn’t leave me—”

“How do you know?” Steve faces you, furling his brow in wicked amusement, or it could’ve been the doing of the shadows deceiving you, “How do you know they wouldn’t leave you?”

“B-Because,” you swallow your dread that threatens to spill in the shape of a shriek, “B-Because they p-promised. They’re my friends—”

“But can you truly trust them? How do you know they didn’t leave you behind because they’re embarrassed by you?” Steve continues to interrogate, each cruel word sinking in like daggers, he might as well pierce your heart with his blade, “You’re not exactly who I’ve imagined them befriending, baby. They’re pistols—extroverted and popular and sometimes insufferable. I wouldn’t peg you for the likes of them. They likely pity you.”

“P-Pity me?” you snivel, tears welling in your sockets as you wrap your addled mind around this unpalatable news, “You think they pity me?”

Steve swipes his thumb over your cheek, collecting the single rolling tear that spilled, “Don’t cry, bunny. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

For reasons you cannot delineate, the latter sentence intensifies the urge to cry, and before you could muster your response or collect your bearings, you can no longer control the tempest of emotions raging within you. The dam breaks and you erupt in tears, spasmodic sobs violently ripping through you. 

“Hey, hey,” Steve’s Brooklyn drawl is strangely comforting, “C’mere, baby. I’m sorry.”

He reels you in his secure embrace, gliding his gloved hand up and down your back, “You’ve got me, bunny. I won’t leave you, okay? I’m right here.”

Your cries quiet as you process his candy-coated claims, “You w-won’t leave me?”

“Never,” your masked savior promises, his tone fueled with conviction, “C’mon, why don’t you sit down and breathe for a minute.”

The following few precious minutes are crucial in Steve’s ploy—you’re vulnerable, you’re hurt, and you’re in dire need of comfort. You’re in dire need of him. He kneels as you sink down on your bare knees, and you no longer care about dirtying your slip or ruining your make-up, nuzzling your nose in the coarse rayon of Steve’s cloak and sniveling pathetically.

Steve proceeds to stroke down-and-up the length of your spine until his splayed hand roams in directions it shouldn’t, dipping below a boundary you wouldn’t have allowed Steve or the likes of him to cross if it weren’t for the regrettable circumstance—that you couldn’t afford to estrange yourself in your unfamiliar environment, and you have no one else. And perhaps one decisive factor, the unspeakable variable you’re forgetting, is the heat pooling in your core is his doing, and you’re not sure if you want him to truly stop. 

“S-Steve,” you sigh, squirming in his hold, “W-What are you doing?”

He doesn’t respond, maneuvering you flat in a lying position. You’re spread before him, the sheerness of your négligée scarcely covering you up. Steve wets his lips, his cock thickening in his underwear as his fogged blues frisk down your practically nude body. 

“I’m helpin’ you feel better,” the iciness of his blade registers before the dull pain—if he applied slightly more pressure, he’d slit your tummy, and this simple realization renders you despite yourself, whimpering and trembling profusely beneath him.

“Relax, bunny. I promise you’ll like it,” he purrs as he mounts you and removes his gloves, “Don’t scream.”

He drags the blade down, and you remain impressively still as your moistening center is exposed to the frigid world in a single slicing maneuver. Your shredded panties are removed entirely and Steve thumbs your raw clit, mean flicks followed by untidy caresses. 

You could spend eternities poring over the numerous volumes of the Merriam-Webster dictionaries in the campus library, and you’ll never find the right word that captures the cruel pleasure growing exponentially in your core. There’s even a brief yet still lengthy moment where you’re distracted by the sparks bursting in your lower gut and you want this, sighing blissfully as you dissolve in the pleasure followed by garbles of protest as you remember seconds later you’re supposed to struggle. 

“P-Please, Steve,” you hiccup, writhing away from him but he’s one step ahead of you, his mass pinning you down and tutting in mild dissatisfaction, “Where do you think you’re going, bunny? I’m not done with you yet.”

His robe billows as he undresses, his thick cock hovering above your slick pussy. It’s pure clockwork, your teddy is shredded and discarded aside and he jerks his stiff cock in his fist while he busies himself simultaneously with flicking and pinching your nipples.

The drag of his shaft between your splayed thighs is another feeling that cannot be described merely by words. You futilely jerk away, earning a blade to your throat that effectively ceases further movement and renders you mute and docile. Steve has never witnessed anything more sinfully erotic than your innocent fear and pure lust blending in a befogging cross of the two, you can’t decide whether to draw away or draw closer.

The latter of the two becomes the sole option when Steve taps your swollen clit in sloppy repetitions with the heavy, leaking tip of his cock. He thrusts his dick upward as though he’s fucking you, rutting relentlessly against the outside of your weeping pussy in primal determination. You’ve never been wetter, messier, your slick pussy drooling sticky evidence of your arousal. 

Steve leans forward and proceeds to drive his thick cock upward, and the audible result—sticky, sloppy noises—is a sinister reminder of your present position: you’re not even bothered by the dagger, but you should be. Nor are you bothered by the fact that one slight shift of his hips and you’d be speared by Steve’s length—should you be? Steve pervades your senses—his cock, his cologne, his knife—all of the above distracting you from the mild pain of the gravelly surface. Doubtlessly you’ll find fresh scrapes decorating your backside tomorrow morning, a further cruel reminder of what’s transpiring in this present moment.

“What’s this?” Steve grins wickedly as he flicks your clit, proving he’s the villain of your story, “Cockdrunk and I haven’t even fucked you yet? Makin’ a dumb mess and I’ve hardly touched you, bunny.”

Steve slows his strokes to a leisurely pace, coating your wet pussy in a sticky glaze of pre-cum, the delectable friction nearly unbearable as you moan uncontrollably and buck your hips to meet his ruts. The blade is tossed aside and he encloses his free hand around your throat, while the other toys your nipple. He applies gentle pressure to your windpipe. 

“I don’t think I’ll fuck you,” Steve purrs wickedly, “I think I’ll cum in your panties and make you wear them back to the party, with my spunk drippin’ down your legs. Would you like that, baby?”

“N-No,” you blubber pathetically, “No… p-please fuck me. Please, S-Steve. Put it in.”

“Shit, you fuckin’ want it, don’t you?” His ruts increase in speed and force, “Want me to fill your virgin cunt with my fat cock? Want to feel me in your guts, baby? Fuck you raw and pump you full of my fuckin’ cum? That’s what the dumb fuckin’ bunny wants?”

“Y-Yes!”

“Should’ve fuckin’ known,” he growls as he steadily grinds against you, “Bet you—a-ah!—bet you want me to fuckin’ breed your pussy, pump a baby into you. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

You don’t know why he keeps asking you albeit it’s as clear as day—you’ve never wanted anything more, “P-please… wan’ your baby.”

“Goin’ to give you my baby, sweetie,” he grits out in complete conviction, “Goin’ to knock up this tight, little pussy like the dumb, messy bunny deserves.” 

Particles of sweat bathe your brow and mewls involuntarily rise to your lips as though you’re having sex, but it’s not sex. His deliberate, driving motions are the motions of sex but it’s not sex. Steve knows you want sex, more than you care to find your friends who’ve abandoned you—your pussy isn’t weeping for them—but he’s reveling in the frantic desperation driving your ardent gyrations and polluting your tone as you sweetly plea for his baby. 

As his thick cock wetly slides along your puffy folds, you’re mewling earnestly for more, never mind the pressure wrapped around your throat and restricting your airways. The lewd picture of you pregnant, full of him, and the product of fulfilling your wish, is fueling his sinful actions. He aligns the raging, red tip of his cock with your drooling fuckhole, and on the spur of the moment, he has every intention of pushing in and ravaging your pussy. 

You shriek as you all of a sudden collide into a wall, unraveling below Steve as you scale your peak and soar in heaven’s skies for brief moments. Steve grunts lewdly as he strokes his cock and his seed splatters between your creamy folds, outside your clenching fuckhole, and shallow-fucks his spend into you, the cockhead breaching your pussy.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he growls, his abdomen flexing as he spills his seed everywhere but where you longed it to be. Once he’s finished, you’re a sticky mess, your virginity still intact, and still burning for more.

“S-Steve?” you softly cry as he smears the sticky mess between your thighs with his rough fingertips, “Oh, god…”

“I know, bunny,” he shifts to strip off the mask and evilly grins, the innocuous gesture becoming one of your worst fears, “Your teddy’s ruined, baby. Can’t return to the party in this state, can you? Unless you want everyone to see what you let me do to you, and what a filthy, little girl you are.”

You expect him to dismount you, to drag you back to the party, naked and evidence of your immoral activities dribbling down your thighs—the picture of sullied innocence. But Steve decides he’s not done with you yet. 

“What did I say earlier, baby? What did I promise?” his cock prods your fuckhole. He knows you can’t answer, the heady sensations robbing your ability to form sentences. He takes it upon himself to answer for you.

“Goin’ to give you my baby,” he echos his promise from minutes prior, “Like the dumb, messy bunny deserves.”

The ache in your core intensifies as he gruffs in complete conviction:

“Don’t scream.” 

[mrsfrankadler]

Puppy Love

chris evans x neighbour!reader

Warnings: fluffy fluffy 🤗

Summary: Who could you possibly run into at 5am in the park?

Today started out like any other Sunday. I rolled out of bed at 5am thanks to my alarm and dragged my feet to my bathroom to the end of the hall. I lazily climbed out of bed and sloppily made my way to the shower so that I could quickly wash my body and take Dawn on this walk.

I quickly threw on some grey leggings, a plain hoodie, some sneakers and my coat, because it’s not like I was gonna run into anyone I knew. And plus, I couldn’t be bothered to put any thought or effort into the way I was dressed this morning. After all, it was like 5am.

“Dawnn,” I called out through the house, “C’mon, puppy, lets go for a walk!”

This caused her to immediately run through the house to where I was standing on the landing and start barking and jumping up at me.

“Alright, pup, calm down.” I laughed, crouched down and struggling to attach the leash to her collar whilst she was moving around like this. “Let’s go!”

The walk to the park was calm. Quiet. Maybe it was because Dawn had finally relaxed or maybe it was the fact that it was coming up 6 in the morning. Either way, a nice, quiet walk was much needed after waking up as early as I did.

When we reached the park, I was kinda shocked to see that there was other people at the park already. It’s usually empty at this time, hence the reason I come out so early but I guess it won’t really matter anymore.

The point of us coming out when there’s no one around is based on the fact that Dawn is crazy hyper, like uncontrollably hyper. When she sees other animals — especially small animals — she starts barking and jumping around and it’s super hard to get a hold of her, so I already had a feeling something was going to happen today.

Usually when I take Dawn on her walk, we just play catch for a little while and then walk back home, but when I threw the first ball another dog brought it back.

“What the hell?” I whispered under my breath, kneeling down about to check his collar when another ran to try an tackle me. This one was Dawn.

“Dawn!” I pushed her off of me, and turned to look at this other dog. It definitely wasn’t a stray since it looked well groomed and was sat down calmly in front of me, but the owner was nowhere to be seen.

“What’s your name, bud?” I checked his collar, “Dodger, huh? Like Oliver & Company right?” I laughed to myself, obviously this dog wasn’t going to respond to question. I continued petting him until I heard distant yelling.

“Hey! Hey, that’s my dog!” I turned my head in the direction of where the voice was coming from to see a man in sweats and a patriots hoodie running towards me. This caused both my dog and the lost dog to both start barking and running around eachother. It was pretty cute.

When the man finally reached me, I noticed how tall he really was up close. He had to be a little over 6ft. Of course he instantly knelt down to be reunited with his dog.

“Oh my god! You scared the life outta me, Dodge. Ya can’t just run off like that.” he said with a thick Boston accent, petting the dog as it licked all over his face — this had to have been the cutest thing I had ever seen.

“Hey, thanks for catching my dog,” The man rose back up to his feet to look me in the eyes, I quickly noticed how pretty and blue his eyes which caused blood to rush to my face.

“Oh, uh, no problem!” I spluttered out, “He practically ran to us, so.” I shrugged.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” I held my shaky hand out for him to shake and he took it in his. I almost immediately noticed how large his hands were. They were huge.

“I’m Chris,” he replied, with a friendly smile, “It’s nice to meet you.” He tightened his grip on my hand a little before letting go and sliding his hand back into his sweatpants pocket.

The sound of loud barking caught my attention as I turned to the two dogs behind me who were now, running circles around each other and play-fighting.

“Awh, look!” I laughed, turning back to Chris, who was already looking at me before I turned. “They seem to getting along well.”

“Yeah.” He turned to smile at me, “Y’know, I wouldn’t wanna just pull them away from each other, so, you wanna go sit down?” He gestured to a nearby bench across the park, making my whole body freeze.

“Uh, sure.” I shrugged, what was the worst that could happen. We went and sat on the bench whilst the two of our dogs played around and just made conversation for a while.

It didn’t take me long to totally forget that I was talking to a super famous actor. Talking to him was like talking to an old friend, I just felt so comfortable around him. It didn’t take me long to realise that he was quite a genuinely funny guy, but eventually he had to go. I wasn’t really sure why, but I was kinda upset that we were parting ways now. Even though we’d just met, I was starting to really like him.

I was beginning to hook Dawn back up to her leash when he stopped me.

“Hey, wait,”

I turned back to look at him — a little quicker than i’d like to have thought — to listen to what he had to say.

“Could I maybe get your number?” He tilted his head slightly and I felt all the blood rush to my face. “I just would really like to see you again.” He smiled a crooked smile, it was really fucking cute.

“Sure.” I smiled back, handing him my phone whilst taking his into my hand so that I could type in my number.

“I’ll see you around, then.” He waved before putting his dog back on the leash and walking off.

The whole time I was walking Dawn back home, I couldn’t wipe this stupid smile off of my face.

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A/N: i’m so fucking bad at endings lmfao. but i really love the dodger meet-cute, it melts my heart everytime lol 🥰