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st-juliet · 3 years ago

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Utmost Merit, Part II

Fandom: Henry Cavill as Sherlock in Enola Holmes

Summary: Sherlock presents the Reader with a most unconventional proposal.

Content: 18+ for suggestive language (breeding kink is the star of this fic) and smut, specifically our heroine being fingered sort of in public (indoors and uninterrupted), and frank discussion of pregnancy.

Notes: I prefer giving a name to the Reader rather than using Y/N, but I hope you will make the appropriate substitutes in your imagination. And hello, I’m back!!! I lost this whole chapter in a computer disaster, and then was occupied writing for my work, but I thank you for your patience, and for all the absolutely hear-soaringly lovely comments and reblogs on Part I of this story! Most especial thanks to my darlings: @crazybutconfidentaf @inlovewithhisblueeyes @donutloverxo @ghotifishreads

Previous Chapter: Part I

The necessary legal and social arrangements are made with your brothers’ assistance, but when it came to the logistical matters, you and Sherlock had been left to your own devices, which in this particular instance meant that you invited him along for one of your early morning walks, on a beautiful sunny day, to discuss the particulars of your wedding.

"This is very peaceful,” he remarks, and you note with a pang of undeniable tenderness that he has matched his pace to yours, slowing his long strides to match your smaller steps. “I confess I am not always up before noon unless a client calls, but I’m beginning to see the appeal of the sunrise. I hope you will not cease this practice once we are married.”

“Not when it is half the reason we will be married in the first place!” you laugh. “I hope you will find some occasion to join me, when you wish to. And I think when the baby comes—” Ah, how easily that phrase has slipped into both of your vocabularies. “—I might have a little companion to perambulate with me.”

“You certainly shall. And we must spend summers on the estate—there you may walk for leagues in the woods and fields. I hardly know the extent of the grounds myself. And we might honeymoon there, as well.”

“I would be honored, Sherlock.”

“But we must of course set the date. When would you be married?”

“I see no reason to delay,” you reply, hopeful that he will not think your enthusiasm too bold.

“Excellent.” He nods approvingly. “Let us see: in three weeks’ time the reading of the banns shall be completed, so perhaps the ceremony could be held on the following Saturday? Will that give you time to caparison yourself as you prefer? I wouldn’t want to deny you the joy of your bridal provisions.”

“My gown will certainly be completed by then…and if I am a few handkerchiefs or nightgowns shy of a full trousseau, I’m sure you will not cast me aside!”

“I will not. Nightgowns are welcome…but by no means required.”

He casually glances away from you, then cuts his eyes back with a somewhat suggestive smile. Your careless joke has sparked a flirtatious tone in him that is a complete revelation to you. The Great Detective, flirtatious? Moveable by a nightgown? He had professed himself anything but a romancer, but in this moment, you thought he might not know the extent of his power…nor neither of you the extent of yours. But all these thoughts—of how you might move him yet further, of how your heart whispered that this was not just lust, not just the chance of a child, but something more, that draws you to him—are dispersed by the sensation of his hand brushing against yours, the gentlemanly offer of his arm, which you accept, bringing you a little closer together as you walk.

“Rosamund, let us endeavor to be entirely honest with one another.”

“A fine foundation for marriage,” you concur, trying to breathe deeply, but not obviously, to still your racing, reckless heart.

“Indeed. And upon that foundation, will you tell me if you are aware of the manner in which a child is conceived and borne?”

“Yes, I am. In theory. My parents were quite…quite bohemian in some respects, and thought it best I were properly, scientifically educated, for my own protection and my wellbeing in marriage.”

“I am very glad to hear it. And if you—well, should you have questions about anything which I might answer more specifically or, as you say, scientifically, than your married friends, I entreat you to ask. We have nothing to be ashamed of between us.”

“Thank you, Sherlock,” you say, emotion welling behind each word. You walk in comfortable silence for a moment, before remembering your purpose:

“Oh, and—pardon me, if we might return to the day of the marriage proper—I was distracted—“ You laugh a little, hoping you are not so flushed in the face as you feel. “I would like to host a wedding breakfast at my—my brothers’ home, for my friends and for yours, if you do not object. A farewell to my childhood home, and a way to bring the old and new together.”

“Excellent; I should enjoy that as well. And on a similar subject: there is the matter of our own home. We have spoken already of the estate, of course, but my business will keep me in London most of the year.”

“Then we will stay with you. You should not have to take a train to see your children.”

This brings out a particularly beaming smile. Who in the world could have ever thought this man—this vibrant, capricious, thoughtful, witty man—to be an automaton? Does he even know, you muse, how dearly, wonderfully human he is?

“I presently reside in lodgings at Baker Street, and will maintain the flat to serve as my office—for the sake of your safety and privacy—but I mean to purchase a home, perhaps in Belgravia, that would be more suitable for our family. In fact, I will be viewing a house this very afternoon and have some hopes it may prove ideal.”

“May I accompany you?” you ask, and he smiles in surprise, and evident pleasure.

“But of course,” he answers. “Forgive me—I ought to have asked you to begin with. I did not mean to exclude you from the decision.”

“Not at all. It is something new for both of us—to think as part of a pair and not simply for oneself. We will both need to get accustomed to it.”

“You make it very easy to do so, Rosamund.”

Somehow, it is this simple, unromantic compliment, even more than his allusive comment about your nightgowns, which truly makes you blush, and your heart sing in your breast.

He makes it easy, too.

That afternoon, you arrive together at the house, met by the current proprietors’ solicitor who takes you on a tour. Sherlock rigorously inspects floorboards, delights in a magnificent marble fireplace, and scoffs at the gauche, bird-covered wallpaper when the solicitor isn’t looking, which makes you laugh. You feel as though you learn a dozen new things about him by virtue of what he seeks in a home, and he is granted the same insight to you: he loves the color red but cannot abide purple, you love when floorboards creak because it reminds you that you are not alone in an empty home, you would both be inclined to convert the greenhouse in the garden to a music room, neatly solving the Problem of the Midnight Violin.

On the second floor, you are introduced to an especially sumptuous library. It still bears the mark of the previous occupants; though the books are gone, chairs, settees, and a substantial desk remain.

“They have yet to cart this furniture away,” the solicitor explains. “But if you like it, we might be able to arrange to purchase it with the house?”

“It is a little old-fashioned, perhaps but there is something picturesque in the antiquity,” you offer.

“I agree,” Sherlock answers. “And it would save us a good deal of trouble, to have some furnishings already provided. Sir, will you make your inquiry? The cost is not of consequence.”

“Of course. I’ll return—please do make yourselves at home in the meantime!”

The man departs, and as his footsteps down the stairs fade, Sherlock paces about, examining the library as thoroughly as if he were searching for clues.

“It is all very dark and dusty,” he observes. “I don’t mind the former and we can easily set right the latter—but I wouldn’t want to condemn you to the shadows.”

“These windows face the West,” you note, and with an easy tug, you pull aside the curtain to reveal an exquisite sunset, painting the drab room anew with lovely, light colors. “We may have light or dark as we choose.”

Sherlock comes to stand beside you in the streams of fading light, and you are struck again by his handsome features. It always takes you off guard, how his magnificent eyes, curving lips, and sharp jaw affect you. This is meant to be a matter of business, of family, of providing a good man with a deserved heir…but still, you find yourself somewhat giddy, playing house with your husband-to-be, and seat yourself in the chair by the window, even daring to raise your arms in imitation of cradling a baby. “And here, Mr. Holmes…a more complete picture for your consideration. What do you think of it now?”

“Well, this is in all ways ideal,” he avers, smiling at your pose, and—seemingly without thought, on a sudden impulse, he kneels beside you, looking first into your eyes, then letting his gaze wander to your posed arms with their imaginary child, and down further still to your skirts spread about you. Almost transfixed, he fingers the lace at the hem of your light walking gown.

“Sherlock…”

“Allow me to say that I have always appreciated the way you dress,” he states, his voice low and deliberate as he continues to trace the trim…and then his hand slips beneath your skirt. “It becomes you so well…soft and simple and fresh…”

His fingertips brush your ankle, your calf, your knee and you smother a gasp, but you cannot possibly pull away. Such an intimate touch sets your skin aflame through the silk of your stockings, and you find yourself pressing against his touch, encouraging the caress as his hand climbs higher.

“Tell me, has your scientific education found any practical application?” he asks, his voice calm but intent as he strokes maddeningly gentle, light circles on your thigh through the fabric of your drawers. Your blush deepens.

“As I have said before, sir, I am…curious…” you manage, and you nearly shatter in an instant as he boldly, shamelessly finds your most sensitive place and begins to circle that bundle of nerves, guided by touch alone beneath the many layers of cloth that still separate you. He huffs in satisfaction as your hips move in time with his hand, seeking more friction, more heat, more closeness.

“My god, I can feel you—you’re wet for me—why, Rosamund, was it me you thought of in your curiosity, hmm? Have you wondered what it will feel like, when I take you to my bed?”

“Yes, oh, Sherlock,” you gasp, covering your mouth with your hand and glancing furtively at the door, terrified that at any moment, the gentleman may return…and not for fear of your reputation, you realize, but because it means Sherlock would stop. And he cannot, he must not stop—it is too, too good—

“You want this, don’t you, Mrs. Holmes?” he murmurs, and your heart swells at the sound of your soon-to-be name falling from his lips. His sharp, keen eyes are fixed on yours as he moves his hand faster, more urgently. “You want to yield to me, want to come for me, like a good, obedient wife…“

You want it. You want it more than anything.

And in mere moments, you do come for him, just as he says, pressing your hand tighter against your mouth to stifle the absolutely indecent sounds that threaten to reveal your compromised state. He works you through your peak, whispering, “Good girl, good girl…”

And then, reality returns.

You stare at each other for a long moment, both of you crashing down to earth even as you tremble with the aftershocks of your orgasm. Hastily, but not at all ungently, he withdraws his hand and stands, putting distance between you as you tidy your clothes and rise from the chair, both of you breathing deeply.

“Please, Miss Marlow, I must ask you to forgive me. I let my…my inclinations run away with me. I meant no disrespect—“

“I think there can be nothing to forgive!” you reassure him at once. This is a side you have not seen of the man you are to marry: he is uncomfortable, apologetic, almost shy as he glances back at you over his shoulder. “You yourself said we have nothing to be ashamed of between us, and you seek to satisfy my understanding of my own body, not any prurient or selfish desire.”

“You think very well of me,” he replies doubtfully, but his posture eases and his voice is a little less constricted.

“I have reason to, sir,” you state firmly, and this truly seems to touch him. “And it will facilitate our purpose, will it not…for me to…feel as I have just felt?”

“Yes, I have it on medical authority that it will,” he says, returning to stand beside you, all tension melting away into a your usual, familiar ease. “The Watsons are expecting their third.”

“Then there is utmost merit in practice.” He laughs softly, and you cannot help but tease him a little further: “Even under such daring circumstances.”

“I am somewhat wont to run into danger,” he admits.

“Then I will simply have to run after you. Sherlock.”

He inclines his head, and you tilt yours up to meet his kiss—

“You can keep the furniture!”

A voice in the doorway, the eager solicitor, interrupts you, and you draw apart, assuming a more respectable distance at once.

“Well, what do you think of it, sir?”

Sherlock glances down at you and pulls out his chequebook.

“We’ll take it.”

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ramp-it-up · 3 years ago

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How I Met Your Father

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. SMUT! By clicking ‘read more’ you agree to all of this.

SMUT, angst, fluff, established relationship (marriage), parenthood, precocious children, the future, flashback, Las Vegas, drinking, drunk sex (almost) unprotected sex (wrap it up!) 69, cum play, name kink, begging. Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N: This is just some self-indulgent shit I just wanted to write. I spoke about it with @donutloverxo WEEKS ago and said I would write it this summer. It is based on the gossip item that Chris was in Vegas and thought some girls wanted his pic when they just wanted him to take a picture for them. Idk if its good or not, so let me know in the comments or reblogs. Been feeling kind of ‘blah’ lately. I hope you like it.

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Labor Day Weekend, 2034

“Your Auntie will be here in about an hour to pick you and CJ up, Wynn. You need to have your bag packed. You said you wanted to do it yourself!”

You tried not to yell up the stairs to your daughter, but she was just like you, so she was procrastinating.

Her twin was already sitting on the couch with his bag by his feet, ready for the weekend with his Godmothers.

CJ was so like his dad, except for his dense curls and light brown skin, he was the spitting image. He grinned and looked up from his video game, crinkling his sky blue eyes at you as you swept through the living room on the way to the kitchen.

You just had to stop and give him a kiss on the cheek. He was so freakin cute.

Chris was leaning against the island in the kitchen, on his phone. He looked up at you with the same eyes. The grey in his beard and in a few strands of hair made him hotter than ever. You felt the energy at the base of your spine and in your stomach as he smiled at you.

Damn, 13 years and you still got butterflies.

“Wynn isn’t packed yet, is she?” He was smirking at your irk.

You huffed and rolled your eyes, crossing your arms and jutting your hip out.

“Of course not.” You shook your head.

“We get what we deserve. She’s your karma.” Chris playfully shrugged and grinned.

“Fuck you Christopher Robert. You deserve what’s going to happen with her and the boys in a couple years.”

Wynn was gorgeous, a beautiful mix of you and Chris, and she didn’t realize it. She was into soccer and dance, not boys.

“She is beautiful, just like her mother.” Chris pulled you into his arms as you shook your head.

“And keep your voice down, angel.” Chris whisper-growled into your ear,

“CJ is right in the other room.”

He said this as he grabbed your ass with both hands.

“You wouldn’t want him to hear you, right?”

Chris dipped his head and licked your pulse point, causing your heart to race.

“Save it for later…”

You melted into Chris’ embrace, so ready to be alone with him for the long weekend. Having two busy 12 year olds and two careers did not make for the most leisurely alone time, but you and Chris always made it work. Whatever the obstacle.

“Gross! Can I just get some oj without being terrorized by you two with your hands all over each other?”

Chris chuckled and let you go, as you turned around to see your son at the refrigerator.

“Watch your mouth young man. It’s not terrorism. It's love, between a man and a woman…”

“Oh no, is it time for dad to give CJ the talk?”

Wynn entered the room and dodged the paper towel thrown at her head.

“Pick that up.”

You glared at CJ as he retrieved it and put it in the trash.

Wynn pushed her brother out of the way and got a bowl of grapes out and started eating.

“I’ll be glad when you two are eating Auntie Kit out of house and home…”

You laughed as you straightened up after your children, watching Wynn throw grapes into her dad’s mouth, and missing half the time.

“I can’t wait. Aunt Kit is going to tell us how you and dad met.”

CJ said it so nonchalantly while his dad choked on a grape.

You grew warm as you moved to see if your husband was ok.

“We… we told you that already.”

You and Chris shared a look.

“Yeah, remember, we were both on vacation, and it was love at first sight.”

Chris winked at you as he told the story, recovered from his little choking episode.

You smiled back at him. “And we lived happily ever after…”

Two pairs of eyes, one hazel, and the other blue just looked at you both like they didn’t believe you.

“There’s more to the story. Auntie Kit said so.”

Wynn held up a business card.

You snatched it from her, and she produced five more, grinning at her brother, who had about 10.

“Where did you get those?” But you knew the answer. Fucking Kit.

“Ok, the weekend is cancelled. Go up to your rooms.”

“But mooommmm!”

“No buts, march!”

Your kids pouted and grumbled all the way up the stairs.

You turned back to Chris, who was holding in a laugh.

“What are you gonna do? Lock them in their rooms forever to keep them from hearing the story? All they have to do is a google search…”

“It’s not funny. I’m gonna kill Kit…”

“I agree, but how about we tell them before Kit does and adds all her embellishments. We’ve always been open with them. Do you really want to forfeit our weekend alone to keep from telling them? We could walk around the house naked….”

Chris kissed your neck again as he sang the last sentence in your ear.

The truth was that your kids had already had the talk, a couple of years before. You and Chris never used pet names for body parts and they both knew where babies came from. You and Chris agreed to raise them with as much honesty as possible, but you didn’t know if you were ready for this.

You sighed and looked up into Chris’ eyes and were transported back 13 years.

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Labor Day Weekend 2021

Kit was doing the absolute most. She was handing out business cards as your flight landed at McCarran International Airport on Friday evening.

You snatched one away from her as she was about to hand to a man in a very obvious older couple, saving her from an ass whooping from his partner.

Break up trip. Help me celebrate! Buy me a drink.

Venmo:breakuptrip Twitter:breakuptrippin IG:breakuptrip21

“I cannot believe that you did all of this. Business cards, really? Can I have what the fuck you’re smoking!???!”

Not only had she set up a Venmo, she’d started a twitter and instagram.

Kit shushed you.

“Are you trying to get TSA on my ass?”

She looked around and pulled you close.

“How many did you make, Kit?”

She looked down at the box.

“1000. But you right. Shit! I should have made a 5K. It is Vegas.”

Kit’s eyebrows did their thing. You loved her since third grade, but she was trying you.

“Yeah, but, I don’t need…”

“Girl, fuck that. I know, you got this. But this is all in fun. Just let ppl support you, damn.”

You opened, then shut your mouth. You weren’t about to argue that you didn’t want to take people’s money. You’d spent three years supporting Allen’s ass and it was time to do you. You’d just refund everyone without letting Kit know.

You let her convince you to come to Vegas because this time you were really done. You’d finally found proof that Allen was cheating. You needed to get out of Atlanta and have some fun, before you moved on with your life.

You used to be smart.

You used to be fun.

You used to be a hot girl.

And you needed to get back to that.

After you checked in and collapsed on the couch of the sweet suite that Kit had scored through her wheeling and dealing, your head was finally starting to clear.

“I can’t wait to see you in your new, updated wardrobe.”

You smiled and nodded, eyes closed and aura expanding on the couch. Then you sat up straight.

“Hold up. Wait. What do you mean, my ‘updated’ wardrobe?”

You jumped up and grabbed your suitcase that you’d dropped as soon as you entered your suite at the Wynn. Kit had insisted that she help you pack because you were procrastinating. But you’d laid out what you wanted…

You groaned when you opened your luggage..

“Fuck, Katherine Latrice! What the hell…!”

You rifled through the shitload of body con dresses, short shorts, and skimpy tops and bikinis that were in the bag. You held up the neon and sheer Fenty bras and thongs at your best friend, who just smiled at you.

“The hell?”

“You’re welcome.” Kit rolled her eyes at you.

“And don’t give me any lip. You picked all shit that covered you up!”

You just stared at her, not wanting to admit that she was right.

“You don’t have to dress like a shy librarian anymore. Allen is not here to monitor what you wear.”

“But I AM a librarian. And I’m not shy. I’m just introverted. Besides, I don’t dress the way I dress because of Allen, I dress the way I dress for comfort.”

“Okay, but this is a post-break up weekend. And ain’t nobody gonna break you off any dick with that body covered up.”

You turned to the mirror and looked at your U GA t-shirt and jeans that you wore on the plane. Your hair was piled up on top of your head and you’d worn your colorful glasses. You thought you looked pretty good.

Kit came up behind you, turned you to the side and pulled your shirt tight. Your ample curves were now evident.

“Girl, you shouldn’t hide this natural Boom! Pow! There are people who pay top dollar for it.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Don’t try that bullshit on me, you know I’ll always pump you up. Especially after that fuckboy Al tried to tear you down.”

You looked back in the mirror and tied up your t-shirt. You cocked your head to the side. The Hot Girl from college that had been pushed down by a cheating, lying, asshole fuckboy for three years was still in there somewhere.

Kit handed you one of the dresses in the suitcase. You took it, and it barely weighed anything, and you knew that’s how much of you it would cover.

“I’m not tryna get fucked this weekend.”

“I know,” Kit handed you a matching thong.

“That’s why I’m doing all the work for you.”

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Your car pulled up to the MGM grand like you were a baller. You didn’t know how Kit arranged all of this, but at this point you didn’t care. You had pre-gamed in the casino at the Wynn and you were up $800.

You were feeling pretty special.

The valet helped you out of the car and you smiled in his general direction, although you couldn’t see anything without your glasses. Thanks to Kit, you not only had none of the clothing that you selected for this trip, but you had no contacts either.

“Close your mouth, son. A fly will get in there.” You squinted at Kit and she giggled.

“Girl. You are too fine.”

You just smiled and shook your ass, highlighting what was barely contained in the skin tight dress.

An hour and a half later, you were in the VIP continuing your journey to feeling really really good. You and Kit and some new friends that you found were dancing and enjoying the drinks that were being sent your way. The fruits of Kit’s labor didn’t seem so bad.

It was time for the sappy happy drunk part of the night.

“LETS TAKE A PICTURE!”

You and your new besties took selfie after selfie, giggling and having a ball. People were staring because y’all were so loud, but Kit just kept passing out cards and flipping everyone off.

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Chris and his friends noticed you. The loud group drew attention, but your body kept it.

“Fuck me! Look at that girl. Hot as fuck.”

Bobby was drooling as Chris turned his head and did a double take.

Holy shit you were hot. He grinned to himself as he watched your ass jiggle as you jumped up and down for no apparent reason. But his drunk, hot girl phase was over, right? And he was just an observer. He wasn’t trying to activate the paps on this trip.

“Chris…?”

“Shit, what did you say?”

He was paying more attention to your body than his friends' drunken musings. His boys laughed as he tried to rejoin the conversation, even though his eyes kept flicking over to you.

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“We can’t get the right angles…” Your new friend Bridget pouted.

You took her face in your hands as Kit and Angelique danced around you. You teetered a bit as you looked into her eyes.

“Don’t be sad my love. Don’t you ever be sad. I will make it up to you.”

You looked around and saw some guys in the next booth in baseball caps, drinking brown liquor.

“Hey! Hey you! Can we take a picture?”

You waved your phone at the closest guy, who quickly looked up at you, giving you a flash of his slate blue eyes. He ducked back down and shook his head.

“Not taking any pics, just trying to enjoy our night.”

You didn’t understand why this guy was an asshole about it. So you told him.

“It’s going to ruin your night to take a picture of me and my friends?”

The guy looked at you, and you could make out the red “B” on his cap and the dark beard on his face. His pink lips jumped out at you, but other than his beard, his lips, and his eyes, you couldn’t make out much else.

“You want me to take a picture of you and your friends…?”

“Yeeesssss.”

You cocked your head at him and your hip as you crossed your arms. You felt his eyes on your body and you didn’t mind .

“What did you think?… Oh....”

You giggled when you realized. The dude’s friends started rolling and busting his balls.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t want to take your picture dude bro… you know what. Never mind.”

You started to walk away shaking your head.

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Chris was enjoying seeing you go, but he couldn’t let you leave. You were too wasted to know who he was and he was almost too wasted to care.

He stood up to rectify the situation, ignoring the catcalls of his friends.

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You felt a huge warm paw clasp your wrist. The dude was standing now, and smiling what was a nice, albeit hazy, smile. He was huge compared to you.

“Listen. I’m sorry. It just comes with the territory. I didn’t mean to be rude.”

You were in your feelings now.

“What territory, dude? Just because you are over 6 ft tall and have that jacked body you think every girl is trying to get with you?”

He laughed a loud laugh that made your stomach flip. You glared up at him. He smiled down at you like you were the cutest thing.

But that was probably the alcohol creating narratives in your mind again. Your imagination and alcohol: a deadly combination.

You looked down at his huge outstretched hand and you wanted to ride it. You looked up at him and he shook his head, cute face almost familiar. He shook his head like he was the boss of you.

Then you remembered and put your phone in his hand. His fingers closed around it and caught yours, electricity crackling in the touch.

You just rolled your eyes as you sauntered back to your friends, looking over your shoulder to catch him checking you out.

He smiled and took pictures of you and the crew, probably over 20, because you all kept calling for one more pose.

Chris took pictures of the group, but more of you. You shined among your friends. You were gorgeous. He just had to send some to himself. He didn’t feel like too much of a creep as he put his number in your phone and sent the images.

By the time you were done with the love fest, he handed your phone back and Kit handed him a card.

“If you care to donate, my girl here is celebrating breaking up with a real, top tier fuck boy. Buy her a drink, or three.”

The dude took the card and you heard him say, “Sounds like a good and worthwhile cause…” as Angelique dragged you out on the dance floor.

When you came back, the dude and his friends were gone.

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You woke up with a doozy of a hangover. Your phone dinged the daintiest of dings and you cringed at the noise. You just grabbed your phone, saw that it was a text from your mother, and you turned on Do Not Disturb.

You grabbed your glasses, and sat up in bed, grabbing the water and aspirin that were on the bedside table.

That was sweet of Kit, you thought.

You noticed you were naked. You just shrugged, thinking that you must have gotten rid of that tight dress as soon as you got in this morning.

You pulled the sheet up to cover yourself, grabbed your phone and started scrolling through the socials: twitter, IG, all while listening to the soothing sound of the shower.

One of the girls must be taking a good long one. In the 20 minutes you sat there, your headache subsided enough to get up and brush your teeth.

You grabbed the satin robe out of your closet, stepped over the man’s dress shirt, t-shirt, and jeans and shoes strewn over the floor and tangled with your dress, and went into the bathroom while the shower ran. You just had to get rid of the yukmouth.

You started brushing your teeth before your mouth fell open, foam making you look like a rabid dog.

Hold up. Wait.

You looked back out into the room at the man’s clothes on the floor. Then you looked at the huge form in the shower. You spit your toothpaste into the sink and wiped your mouth, slowly inching toward the shower door.

You closed your eyes, prayed, and then pulled it open.

There stood before you a very wet, very hung, and very real man who looked a lot like Chris Evans.

“Hey! Good morning, Sunshine!”

It was hazy smile dude bro from last night. Or was it Chris Evans?

Holy shit.

You closed the door and ran back into the bedroom, pulling the sheets and covers up to your chin.

Had you? Surely you hadn’t. Surely you’d remember?? Especially with Chris Evans. But this was Vegas. Anything could happen, right?

The shower had stopped and you looked up to see the man in a towel coming out of the bathroom. He certainly looked like Chris Evans, but that wasn’t what was important right now.

“Did I fuck you last night?”

He smirked at you.

“Well, I’d like to think that you would remember that, no matter how blasted you were.”

The voice was familiar. He really worked hard at this.

“I know, right? Especially with that weapon of mass destruction you got there.”

You gestured toward his towel.

He gave you that loud laugh again, clutching his own chest. Damn, he laughed like Chris Evans.

He came and sat on the bed.

“Well, we hooked up an hour after I took your pictures. We met on the roof of the Paris Hotel underneath the Eiffel Tower and watched the Bellagio fountains.” Chris looked wistful and all of a sudden you had a feeling of being safe in his arms.

“We slow danced. We talked about life and love and dreams and then we somehow decided it would be good to come to your room and get naked. We did that, and you started snoring as soon as we hit the bed. And even drunk, I know better than to take advantage of an intoxicated woman.”

He was shaking his head and smiling. Damn, he was pretty.

“Next thing you want me to believe is that you really are Chris Evans.”

He looked at you like you’d grown an extra nose. He hadn’t realized that you didn’t remember who he was. For some strange reason that made you even more attractive.

“I…. am Chris Evans.”

He was trying to break it to you gently. You just gaped at him.

“Okay, I know you’re lying, because I don’t snore.”

You crossed your arms and the sheet fell, opening the robe a little bit. He looked at your cleavage and literally licked his lips. Then he looked into your eyes.

“Yes you do, and it’s adorable.”

You refused to believe it. You scoffed.

Chris looked at you, as if he could see right through your bravado. And he could.

“Your dream is to curate a museum. You want to go back to school and get a degree in art curation.”

Your mouth dropped open. You hadn’t even told Kit. Most people thought you were satisfied organizing books, but you wanted to share a love of art and literature with thousands of people. It seemed too weird to share. You shook your head, because it was coming back to you.

“And you want to create art and literature. Through your films and website…”

“Now you got it!” Chris smiled at you. You had the nerve to flush, half naked in this hotel room.

“How did you find me again?” Then it hit you. “The card!”

You didn’t even realize you said it out loud.

“I have one of those, but I put my number in your phone under “Dude Bro.”

You shook your head.

But, why would you come up to some random’s room in Las Vegas?”

Chris sat on the bed and looked you in the eye. He looked wistful as he shook his head.

“You’re not a random. You’re hot, and funny as hell, and I wanted to have a good time.”

“I was drunk. That’s why I was funny. And those weren’t my regular clothes, my friend packed them and they are all I had and…”

Chris reached out and pressed his thumb against your lips, grasping your head.

“I’m sorry. I misspoke. You’re earnest, you’re beautiful and you make me feel…”

He pulled you close, continuing to hold your gaze, as if asking permission to kiss you, even though you were spilling out of your robe. You gazed at his lips, closed the gap between you and touched your lips with yours.

Chris deepened the kiss and leaned you back on the pillows, hands on your head and on your neck. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, causing him to lay pressed against you on the bed and the towel to slip off.

Chris’s hand skated down the length of you to your hip, staying there playing with the material on the robe as you came apart, foreheads together, breathing heavily.

“Don’t ever say that shit about yourself again. I don’t want to hear it. You’re beautiful. And I don’t know you, but I know that. Don’t ever sell yourself short again. I won’t have it.”

The possessiveness jumped out. It both thrilled and scared you.

“How will you know if I say those things again? This is a one time th….”

Chris kissed you again to shut you up, this time grabbing a handful of your ass, long fingers reaching under the robe to skim your wetness.

You kept your eyes on his as you panted after the kiss. But you didn’t need to look down to know that his cock was hard and throbbing against your thigh. You were throbbing too, and you made a decision.

You reached down tentatively and thumbed the head, taking in his face as he shuddered at your touch.

“What will you have then?”

You small hand tried to wrap around his cock but your fingers didn’t meet, you just softly stroked him, making Chris weak.

“I want you. Can I have you?”

He looked at you, eyes taking in your lips, your eyes. You didn’t know how beautiful you were.

You grasped his dick harder and started moving down his body, toward your goal. You kept looking at him as you went down.

“Can you have me do what?”

Chris was on his back now, cock out in all of his glory. It was big, and thick, and veiny, with a big mushroom cap head. And it was looking right at you. A not so little soldier. You stared at it and licked your lips to wet them. Then you looked at Chris.

His dick jumped because he could read your intention in your eyes. There you were, straddling his legs, staring down at his cock, that satin robe slipping off your shoulders, your thighs and one of your breasts bare.

Your thick hair was all over the place and made you look even more alluring. Gorgeous. He wanted to grab you, throw you back on the bed and fuck the shit out of you, but he wanted you to be in control. He put his arms behind his head and smiled.

The way his biceps and triceps popped when he did that made you drip, but here he was, this model of a man, beneath you and at your mercy. You were going to live this experience to the fullest.

“Well, I want to suck your dick.”

It jumped as he groaned at what you said. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard that phrase, but the way you said it did something to him.

“And then, I want you to cum on my tits.”

You slipped the robe off and played with them for him, watching his face as he bit his lip and then his cock as it pulsed precum.

Chris’s voice was impossibly deep now, because you’d started massaging his balls.

“Umm…. sounds like a plan… but….fuck!”

You had closed your lips around his tip and sucked the clear liquid off the head, still gently playing with his balls.

You pulled off him with a pop.

“Tell me.”

You leaned down and took more of him in your mouth, deep throating as far as you could naturally. Then you relaxed your throat and took more of him.

“Hollyyyyyy...Fuck, that’s hot.”

Chris’s head has thrown back and his sexy red lips open in ecstasy as his hand rested on your head, fingers dug deep into your curls.

Then you stopped. His eyes flew open. He actually whined. You grinned at his agony.

“Tell me what you want to do.”

Chris cleared his throat and nodded, Watching you now and licking his own lips. You’d shed the robe and your ass was in the air.

“I want you to ride my face.”

This time you chocked on his cock, and Chris pushed you down until you sputtered. You came up grinning, spit running down your chin.

“How about a 69?”

‘This is my dream girl,’ Chris thought as he grabbed you, kissed you, and then manipulated your body around so that your pelvis was resting on his chest. He looked down at it as you started deep throating him again. He reached up and grabbed your ass.

“Damn, angel. This pussy is so so pretty…”

He started playing with it, using his thumbs to push your wetness around your thick pussy lips and circling your clit. He kept going, even though what your hot wet mouth was doing to him was making his eyes roll back into his head.

This new angle allowed you to fit more of his dick down your throat. You moaned around him and his balls tightened, ready to shoot off.

Chris couldn’t go out like that, so he grabbed your thighs and pulled you back on his face. His nose was buried in your pussy and his thick, wide tongue swiped up, down, and around your clit. He could feel it vibrate and get hard.

He pulled off and said, “You gonna cum for me angel? Cum all over my face?”

The thought made him giddy as his fingers continued what his mouth had been doing.

You moaned again and tried to crawl away from him, but Chris’s large hands held you fast. You were sure that you were going to have his fingerprints on you for days. You started slurping his cock faster and faster, in time with his tongue. When he drew your clit in between his lips and started sucking hard, that’s when you started cumming.

Chris had to pray to keep himself together, but he sucked your clit through the orgasm, and watched your pussy clench around nothing. That had to be fixed.

Chris manhandled you again and all of a sudden he was behind you, hands on your hips with him slipping inside your slick wetness, pussy still clenching. The stretch was unlike anything you’d ever felt before. You’d never had a dick this fat. It felt like heaven as he slid home, and that’s what it felt like, home.

He stayed fully seated for a while, both of you pounding together. It had been a while since he was so on the verge of losing control, but it had been a while.

“Chris. Please….”

You were whining now, wanting some movement, you wanted to get fucked.

“What do you want, angel?”

Chris slid almost all the way out of you, until his thick tip was the only thing left of his 10 inches inside you.

“Pleaseeee. Fuck me, Chris. Pleaseee.”

The way you said that was everything.

“Say my name again,” said Chris as he slid inside you slowly, making you feel every bump and ridge, and finally finding that spongy spot deep inside you.

‘Chris!”

He pumped again.

“Chris, Chris, Chris, Chris, Chris….”

The faster you said his name the faster and deeper he pumped. He was pulling your hair and slapping your ass and hitting that spot.

You came again and started milking him and he tried to pull out but you pulled him in deeper and he thrust deeper than that, balls pulsing out a little bit of fluid before he managed to pull out.

You collapsed on the bed as Chris watched you catch your breath and he tried to calm down. He reached down and spread your cheeks.

“That pussy is fucking wrecked.”

You could hear the pride in his voice, and it made you clench and shudder.

Chris lifted your leg and turned you around, and there you lay, just for him.

He started stroking himself as he stared at you.

“Squeeze your tits.”

You stared back as you started playing with your breasts, pulling and rolling your nipples.

“Fack!”

You hadn’t heard dirty Massachusetts before.

“We don’t have a fucking condom, but..”

Chris leaned down and started biting at your hands, which you moved so he could attack your nipples, sucking them roughly. ‘Mine,’ he thought in his head. Then he shook it, taking your nipple with him.

“Chris!”

It was rough, but it felt good. He was watching you now as he suckled at your breasts. You kept your eyes open at the sight. Those lips.

“...You taste and feel so fucking good…”

Chris finally finished his sentence as he leaned up and traced your clit with his cock, causing your overstimulated body to jump. His dick was so hard, that the head was smooth and shiny on it’s own, but the liquid you were both producing was making it more slick.

Your back arched when he stretched you out again, and his hand moved from your clit up to your neck. He rolled and moved his hips, rotating his dick inside you, applying just the right pressure to your neck.

He fucked you really good for a few minutes, watching your lust blown eyes, and he could tell that there was no way he could stop it now. He leaned down and whispered into your ear.

“I promise I will pull out.”

This while he was snapping his hips into you so as to mold your body to his dick.

“Not yet Chris, please, Chris, please Chris pleassseeee.”

“Unghhh! Fuck!”

Chris tried to hold it, but the way you were begging and calling his name made it impossible.

“I… I’ve got to….”

His toes were curling, trying to give you what you needed. What he wanted.

“Just a little more…”

Chris sped up impossibly fast, because your pussy was pulling him in, drowning him in pleasure. He started cumming inside you and then pulled out and gave you your wish. His seed on your breasts.

You smiled and started playing in it, swirling your finger around your nipple and then sucking it off.

“Fack! My angel is so nasty.”

Chris leaned down and started sucking your nipples again, slipping his half hard cock back inside you.

“Ah! Feels so fucking good.”

Chris pulsed one last time and then pulled you onto his chest as he rolled onto his back. You played with his nipple as he slowly got soft and slipped out of you, his fluid and yours trickling out of you.

You might have dozed for a bit, warm and happy, but then you suddenly snapped your head up.

“Shit!”

You climbed off him.

“What the fuck did we do?”

“Fuck!”

Chris sat up on the bed, looking at you with those eyes.

“Calm down.”

“Calm down!? We just fucked without a condom!”

“It will be okay.” Chris came toward you.

“Don’t say that. It will be okay for you, because it was just a one time thing. Some Vegas fling, but I will have to deal with whatever happens…”

You shrugged him off.

“IF anything happens, we just…” Chris shook his head.

“Listen. I know I begged you for it, we both got carried away. I wasn’t thinking straight because…”

“Because why?”

You looked at Chris. “Because the dick is good.”

Chris smirked. “Is that all? You don’t feel anything else?”

“No. Especially not any kind of crazy feeling like you’re mine or I’m yours. This is not what this is. Let’s be real, Chris.”

You didn’t want to look at him, so you just hung your head.

“You can use my shower again. I need time to think.”

You pulled the robe on again.

Chris just stared at you before he grabbed his towel and headed back into the shower.

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Chris got out of the shower and got dressed, he was almost pouting, those pink lips pushed out, glistening chest and jeans unbuttoned, his v cut and happy trail on display. Your fingers itched to tough him there.

Damn, you needed to control yourself.

You dragged your eyes up from his crotch and met his, noticing the twinkle in those baby blues.

“Chris?”

The way you said his name did something to him. He just wanted to hold you because you were scared. But you were too scared for him to hold you.

Why did you want to bury your head in his chest and never let him go? Because you were a simp and a fool, that’s why.

He shrugged like it didn’t bother him, but you could tell it did. You regretted what you’d said, but you continued to stare at him. Having feelings would be crazy at this point. Right?

“Maybe you’re right about all this. I’ll just… I’ll get out of your hair.”

He quickly put his t-shirt and ball cap on and grabbed his phone and wallet.

Chris was out of the bedroom door before you snapped out of it. You ran to the door of the suite, which had just closed, and looked down the hall toward the elevator, but he was gone.

Meanwhile, Chris was jogging down the stairs, so that his racing heart would mean something healthy and not some ridiculous, impossible infatuation. He was too old for that shit.

But as he reached the lobby, he realized that in the light of day, and sober, you would invade his thoughts for a while. He had to just keep it moving and he’d get over it.

——-

You’d been sneaking smells of Chris’s shirt all day.

When you saw that it was still on the floor of your room, you almost thought to text him, but you didn’t want to start anything up again, so you just kept it as a memento of a wonderful time.

“What in the world is up with you? Did you bone Dude Bro last night? Is that his shirt? No feels, y/n. You just broke up with a joker…”

You ignored Kit, and just enjoyed your day.You only had two more in Vegas. You went shopping and gambling and saw a show and you didn’t think of Chris at all.

Not very much.

Just a little.

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Chris opened and closed messages a million times that day.

He wasn’t going to be weak and text you first. You would say that he just wanted some ass, and while he wouldn’t be mad if you threw some his way, but that wasn’t it.

He wanted you. He needed you.

No matter the beautiful women he saw around him, all he could think about was you. Damn, he was a goner.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the text.

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You were waiting at a private booth in STK on the strip, waiting for the crew. They told you to meet them there. You were scrolling through your phone when you smelled him. You looked up into Chris’ eyes. He looked lost.

“I’m gonna kill Kit.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes.

“She just told me where you were going to be after she sent me a pic of you in my shirt.”

Chris sat down beside you, and put his arm around the back of the banquette. He was so close.

“That’s mine.”

All of a sudden, your throat was dry.

“I- I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have worn it… I …”

“I wasn’t talking about the shirt.”

Chris leaned in to kiss you. And that was the beginning of the story.

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“And that was how I met your father.”

Of course you left out all of the x-rated bits, but now your children knew that you met in Vegas, and that weekend resulted in their birth. And they also knew that you and their father were happy and in love and that was all that mattered.

Wynn looked at CJ.

“You owe me 50 dollars of your birthday money!”

CJ groaned and put his head in his hands.

“We knew the story mom; we found the cards in the attic and googled everything, then did some math. And I’m named after a Las Vegas hotel and casino?”

She had a point there.

“CJ didn’t think you would tell us the truth.”

You and Chris just looked at each other in shock and then Chris started rolling laughing. You didn’t find it funny, but then decided to relax.

The doorbell rang.

“Both of you need to get out of my house. Now.”

You pointed at the offending children.

Chris was wiping tears from his eyes as he opened the door for Kit and Angelique.

“What’s wrong with Dude Bro?” Kit looked at you.

Chris laughed his way through an explanation as you steamed on the couch. By the end everyone was laughing. Everyone but you.

“What makes you think I would tell the kids that story?” Kit was laughing at you.

You just shook your head and hugged your kids goodbye. As soon as the door closed, Chris was in your ear.

“Are you really mad? Without Kit, you wouldn’t have gone to Vegas, we wouldn’t have met, and we wouldn’t have this beautiful family.”

You buried your head in his chest.

“You’re right. I’m grateful.”

“Good. Now you have five minutes to get your head right, because I’m about to take you back in time 13 years…”

“Chris…”

“Say my name, say my name.”

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inactivewhore · 3 years ago

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Fics you should support by liking, commenting and reblogging: Part 3

(part 1) (part 2) * stories with one asterisk beside the title mean it's only readable on AO3 ** stories with two asterisks beside the title mean that it has dark themes

Chris Evans x Reader

Severance by @punani

Coalescence I by @punani

Coalescence II by @punani

Coalescence III by @punani

Mister Friend Of Death by @balenciagabucky Steve Rogers x Reader Love Made In The Summer by @rodrikstark Lend Me Your Hand (We’ll Conquer Them All) (series) by@rodrikstark Everything And Beyond (series) by @rodrikstark Playbill by @rodrikstark S. Rogers + First Time Going To Bed Angry by @rodrikstark It's You That I Lie With (series) by @chanelfaerie The Riveter (series) by @pagesoflauren Promises & Sacrifice (series) by @pagesoflauren Soundtrack (series) by @sarahwroteathing Love Hate by @bucksfucks Marital Bliss by @trillian-anders The Thing About Trust by @christowhore Broken Promises by @christowhore Botanical Interest (series) by @dollslayer For Old Times' Sake by @egcdeath Non-Sequential (series) by @invisibleanonymousmonsters Killing Peggy Carter** by @chrisevansgoodgirl Burden Of Proof (series) by @sunriserose1023 Did You Ever Hear About That Girl Who Got Frozen? by@speechlessxx A Royal Scandal* (series) by @donutloverxo & LizzyGal Toxic* ** (series) by LizzyGal Ari Levinson x Reader Forever in Waiting by @punani Shakespearen Tragedy (series) by@strawbeariefaerie Frank Adler x Reader Careful Days (series) by @rodrikstark Ransom Drysdale x Reader Murder, He Wrote** (series) by @wiypt-writes The Highest Bidder (series) by @pagesoflauren Promises & Sacrifice (series) by @pagesoflauren Andy Barber x Reader Consciousness Of Guilt (series; sequel to Murder, He Wrote) by @wiypt-writes I Never Learn (series) by @punani Colin Shea x Reader Seeing Blind (series) by @pagesoflauren Curtis Everett x Reader Yours To Keep by @the-iceni-bitch Out Of Darkness** (series) by @jtargaryen18 A Claiming by @wanderinglunarnights Ties That Bind, Debts That Burden** by @mypoisonedvine Nick Vaughan x Reader First Steps First by @rodrikstark You Got A Fetish For My Love, I Push You Out And You Come Right Back by @chrisevansgoodgirl Sebastian Stan x Reader Let You Down (series) by @achillieus Bucky Barnes x Reader Take It Back (series) by @allandoflimbo Ashens (series) by @allandoflimbo Delicate Edges (series) by @wkemeup Graveyard by @wkemeup For The Love Of The Game (series) by @pellucid-constellations Always You, Forever by @pellucid-constellation And They Could Never Tear Us Apart (series) by @redgillan Under Pastel Skies (series) by @redgillan Good Morning Kisses by @houseravenclaws Never Again by @houseravenclaws Not Tonight by @houseravenclaws Smooth Like Butter by @baroquebucky What Would You Give For Love by @buckystarlight Does Your Mother Know? by @wxntersoldiers Eye For An Eye by @christowhore Peaches (series) by @buckycuddlebuddy The World's A Little Blurry (series) by @summergrls Remembrance by @achillieus FATWS Series (series) by @cjsinkythoughts Cure by @viperbarnes Like Nicotine by @babyboibucky Welcome Home by @whitestarbucky Please Don't Take Him (Even Though You Can) by @nsfwsebbie Thor X Reader A Wife For Thor (series) by @shreddedparchment Sherlock Holmes (Henry Cavill) x Reader Lies Untold** by @cherienymphe Dick Grayson x Reader x Bruce Wayne All Men Have Limits (series) by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

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writing-for-marvel · 3 years ago

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hey gurlie! i was wondering if there are any angsty with happy ending steve rogers x reader fics you’d like to recommend 😚

Hey love, thanks for the ask! There are so many fantastic fics, this is really just the tip of the iceberg. Happy reading!

Note: some of these blogs are strictly 18+, please check each blogs rules before interacting with them

everything and beyond by @rodrikstark - this is an eight part mutual pining series, but it’s super easy to binge and honesty if you’re looking for quality Steve content, look no further than her masterlist

Clumsy by @heli0s-writes - this piece is just so masterfully written and is so beautiful, it makes my heart swell; I was so wrapped up in the story and the vivid imagery, a must read in my opinion

taken by @time-for-a-lullaby - if you’re looking for ANGST, this is it. This fic will absolutely crush your heart and then put it back together in one go

what i need by @pitifulbaby - I know Alice more for her Bucky series ‘business as usual’ (which I love and you should definitely check out), this is more of a drabble but it’s still super angsty and fantastically written

How’s it going, bitch? by @sunflowerxbarnes - this is a social media AU, so a little different to a ‘regular’ fic, but it’s sooo good, totally hilarious and includes both angst and fluff; Bex’s writing is fabulous so you should also have a read of her other fics as well

Of Rescues & Revelations by @stargazingfangirl18 - really anything written by Siri is complete perfection, and this is no exception; starts of a little dark and angsty, but is full fluff by the end

White horse by @donutloverxo - this fic is so adorable and has some mild angst; it’s so precious how reader is nervous to reveal her feelings to Steve, such a feel good fic

Stay Alive by @just-one-ordinary-fangirl - I was in tears reading the first part of this fic, and I was really uncertain if it would have a happy ending given the summary at the top of the post (but spoiler alert, it does)

Dreams Do Come True by @saiyanprincessswanie - one of my favourite tropes (if not my absolute favourite) is friends to lovers with mild angst, and this is such a good example of it; if you’re having a bad day, this fic will hopefully make you feel 10x better

You Saved My Life by @demonsandmischief - this is a two parter, angst mainly in the first part, fluff in the second part; it’s super adorable and I love that it’s mainly the reader saving Steve’s life rather than the other way around

#fic rec #em answers #Steve Rogers fic rec #Steve Rogers #Steve Rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers imagine #captain america #Captain America x reader #Captain America fanfic #Captain America imagine #marvel #mcu

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donutloverxo · 4 years ago

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Sugary 4k challenge

Banner is from Lover's album cover

I haven't hit 4k followers yet but I was just too excited for this! Hopefully it's okay.

I love reading stories about sugar baby/daddy relationship so I thought why not a challenge with that theme! What constitutes as a sugar relationship is totally up to you. The sugar aspect of it can be subtle or overt. It doesn't have to include a daddy kink if that's not your thing.

Some rules -

Smut writers and characters must be 18+. No incest, toilet stuff, bestiality, etc. Noncon and dubcon are welcome but please use proper warnings.

All fics must be reader inserts/oc. Your reader/oc can be paired with Chris Evans or any of his characters. RPF is welcome.

Minimum of 400 words. Original works only please! If you decide to make it a series make sure to tag me in all the parts.

You do not have to be following me. Tag me in your post and use the tag #sugary4kchallenge. If your fic doesn't get a reblog in 2 days please dm me.

Deadline is 30th April '21. Let me know if you need an extension.

Please add a ‘keep reading’ after the first 300 words or so if your fic is more than 500 words.

I reserve the right to not reblog a fic.

Maximum of 5 stories per writer.

Tagging some writer under the cut. No pressure ❤

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#sugary4kchallenge #writing challenge #steve rogers #andy barber #chris evans #4k writing challenge #donutloverxo #steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #andy barber x reader #andy barber x you #ransom drysdale x reader

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andsheloved · 3 years ago

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𝐣𝐢𝐠𝐬𝐚𝐰

pairing ~ sherlock holmes x f!reader

word count ~ 7k

summary ~ as you wonder what it would be like for him to return your affections, sherlock finally understands what he would sacrifice to fit within your world.

warnings ~ angst, sappy fluff, happy ending i promise, crying, friends to lovers, mentions of reader wearing a dress, mutual pining but they're idiots, sherlock is tall (reference to height difference), yearning.

a/n ~ yay!! sherlock is back on the blog!! this one was a request by my dear @donutloverxo , but i'd be lying if i said this wasn't also a bit of a birthday week present for myself hehe, i do hope you all enjoy this one!! i had a whole bunch of fun writing some pining so without further ado, enjoy!!

It began with a smile.

You hated how cliche the thought sounded, but it was true, it did.

Though, didn't it always?

You cursed yourself for falling so hard, so quickly, but even more so for allowing the concept of your affections to haunt you the way that it did. Every time you believed you were surely over it, over him, the man who seemed perpetually unavailable due to cases or traveling the world or other duties you quite understood, that was just the exact moment he would smile again.

His bright, shining, kind smile. It was the sort of smile that filled one with hope, false hope, you supposed. The kind of hope that made you believe that a man as indifferent as him could love, but beyond that, that a man like him could love you.

In a city filled with so much history, the kind that either made you want to plug your ears and squirm in your seat or the kind that made you take a bit more pride in humanity, you were often told of the ghosts that lurked around every corner. Ever since you were small you could remember the tales, the idea that shadows of the past would always find a way to return. Then, you had never particularly put much weight behind the notion, but now a days, you found yourself being absolutely haunted, though your ghost was more of the present kind.

And it's name was Sherlock Holmes.

You never intended to get so entangled with a man like him, did anyone really ever? You thought. With the exception of his brother and sister, you wondered if anyone truly ever meant to get caught in his general vicinity.

Caught, yes, that was the best way to put it, you'd maybe dare to even say trapped, doomed maybe, destined to continue the same disheartening, bleak cycle until he finally decided he had had his fill of you.

The both of you sat in chairs opposite of each other, your tormenting thoughts not allowing you to read a single word on the faded pages of the book you had thoughtlessly picked off of his bookshelves. You wondered at what point in your friendship you had stopped putting so much thought into your choice of novel when you would visit. You used to be friends, you thought, and though as harsh as it sounded, you missed the time when you two were nothing but companions, when afternoon visits were just that, visits. You found yourself almost longing for the times when you simply read and enjoyed each other's company, now though, you thought, sighing as you finally closed your book, placing it gently on your lap as you looked across to see him, now, it seemed you visited to pine.

You wondered what sort of thoughts were going through his head, if the strain on your relationship was even noticed by him, or if it was just you. There seemed to be no more friendship, at least through your eyes. The only thing lying in the shallow grave of kinship the two of you had developed over the years, was hopeless optimism.

Beyond all of yout typical conversation and occasional kind gestures, you couldn't help but resent yourself for even wandering into his path, because now, all that you felt with him, was possibility.

Every movement, every glance your way, it pained you even more, not because of what was, an enduring friendship, but because of what it wasn't.

"Finished already?" He muttered from behind his newspaper, and you instantly snapped your head up to face him.

You hummed, glancing down again at your book before smiling. He was looking at you fully now, a sly, strangely knowing half smile on his lips.

"If I knew you any better I'd say you've started getting bored of me." He smirked, folding his newspaper and placing it on the small table that sat beside him.

"Who says you know me that well?" You counter, despising how your confident tone wavered just in the slightest as you raised a teasing eyebrow at him. You discovered that as of late, your only way to communicate with him during those moments when your already fragile resolve threatened to turn to dust under the weight of his intoxicating gaze, was from behind a veil of friendly banter and sarcasm.

Because in truth, he did know you that well, and with every moment that passed while in the Holmes estate, surrounded by his knick knacks and books and that undeniable feeling of home that flooded you every time you entered his space, you feared that you'd end up blurting out something that could ruin everything you had built together.

"You'd do better than to challenge him to something like that," The sneering voice of Mycroft entered the room with the abruptness of a nearby mirror shattering, "Lest you want the entirety of your past, present, and quite possibly, your future exposed to the world."

You watched Sherlock's expression falter for a moment, a slight twitch in his jaw as he looked back at his brother.

There was a strange, undeniable tension that suddenly filled the room as the pair continued to glare at each other. A self assured smirk tugging at the corners of Mycroft's lips as Sherlock continued to scowl at him.

You quickly turned to the window, not even bothering to really look at the world outside, using it as more of an opportunity to escape the strange atmosphere that had befell the library.

"It's getting late," You smiled, placing your long forgotten reading material on the nearby coffee table as you stood, "Thank you for having me," You turned to Sherlock, your throat going just a tad drier as he stood to his full height. "As always." You finished, clearing your throat.

"It's my pleasure," He replied, that damned, kind smile flashing once again, "As always." He added.

You sighed, running your palms down the front of your dress as you began your way towards the exit, throwing a quick, thankful nod to Mycroft before Sherlock joined you on your way through the home.

"Until next time." He breathed, opening the door for you.

The spring breeze that suddenly flew through the entryway shocked you both, Sherlock's deep chuckle rumbling through him as you failed to stifle the amused gasp that escaped you.

It was strange to see him like this sometimes, you often forgot that such a world famous detective could be like this, his curls gently tousled by the wind as he gently runs a hand through it, doing his best to keep them under control to no avail against the persistent wind. A light smile on his lips as his head tilted back just a little when he laughed.

"You know, one of these days, you're going to get sick of me visiting you all the time." You suddenly quipped with a smirk, attempting to salvage the rest of your dignity before you entirely revealed yourself.

He raised a suspicious eyebrow at you, his head tilting slightly as he scanned your features. It was in moments like these when you realized that not even you were immune to his inquisitive stare.

"And just when I thought you truly knew me..." He mumbled, the corners of his lips turning into the shadow of a sly grin before retreating into something more genuine as he continued, "I could never tire of your visits."

There was a moment of silence between the both of you, the sort of lingering, spring-haze, romantic quiet in which a confession could surely debut, and so a quiet in which you found no solace in. Thus, you did nothing to prolong it, clearing your throat just as quickly as the silence had settled.

"Then I will be seeing you very soon." You turned, not daring to spend another moment staring into his eyes, in fear that if you waited a second longer, you may have just thrown yourself at him.

You threw a quick wave behind you without even turning to face him.

"I look forward to it!" You heard him call, and you couldn't help how your steps faltered at the sound of his voice behind you.

Sherlock was your friend, one of your closest in fact, and yet, now it seemed you couldn't even bare to spend another moment with him, the entirety of your visits spent torturing yourself with thoughts of what else could be instead of what you already had.

You two were an unlikely pair, with him being so critical and even cynical at times, it was a surprise he had so quickly taken to you in the way that he did when the both of you had first been introduced. During the time you had come to know him, Sherlock had taught you how to sift through the evidence and clues and opinions of others to only leave behind the absolute truths.

As you walked through the winding path that led out of the estate, you thought for a moment, knowing that in some strange, dismal way, maybe Sherlock would be proud of you for the absolute truth you had now just uncovered within yourself.

You were in love with Sherlock Holmes.

And that was exactly why your friendship had to end.

Sherlock wasn't a stupid man by any means, but for a man who had made his entire career by exploiting other people's weaknesses, it was a wonder that you had even made it this far in hiding your true feelings for the man.

You'd visit him today as one last time to enjoy yourself, you thought, before you ultimately robbed yourself of his company.

You took another glance up at the ivy covered stone that you had grown to love so much, the unkempt shrubbery adding a sense of character to the home that you so cherished.

Just as you were about to knock on the door, the sound of someone clearing their throat behind you had you turning on your heels instantly.

An immediate wave of relief washed over you when you saw him, even though you knew of the doomed fate that soon awaited your relationship, it seemed that you couldn't help the way your mind and body reacted to his presence.

"Sherlock," You smiled, "I hope I didn't come at a bad-"

"It's never a bad time," He quickly replied, a peaceful, at-ease smile etched onto his features as he spoke to you, "In fact, I believe that the only times that I would consider dreadful are the moments when you aren't gracing us with your company." He smirked, outstretching his hand to you. "I was hoping you could join me in the garden?"

You suddenly became unsure if the abrupt feeling of heat was due to the unobstructed rays of the noon sun, or his swift, quick witted suavity that always seemed to have you melting.

"Of course" You replied, quickly taking his arm and following his steps beside you as he led you around the grounds.

A peaceful calm settled between the two of you as you walked, the world only being filled with the pleasant chirping of the afternoon birds and the hushed sound of your footsteps the ground beneath you.

You looked at the man beside you, a mixture of melancholy as well as a ill-fated feeling of hope falling over you. He would never be yours, but it didn't hurt to pretend for just a moment, would it?

"You know, I have been meaning to ask you of something." Sherlock finally spoke, turning to you with a smile.

You only smiled in response, cheerfully waiting for him to continue as you absorbed the moment you found yourself in. You almost knew for certain that it wouldn't be the question you so longed to hear, but you would enjoy the brief flicker of hope while you could.

"I was wondering if you would..."

You watched as he trailed off, a sudden puzzling expression falling onto his face before it returned to the same, casual smile he had been wearing.

"...If you would assist me in the library? I've been meaning to better organize the books, though I can't seem to get the system quite right." He chuckled, turning from you to look around him once again.

You hummed, doing your best to hide your almost anticipated ache that materialized within you once he completed his question.

No matter the situation, whether it was government officials or bakery owners, he had always seemed to know just what to say, though now, the bleak realization that he would never say the right thing to you finally came to pass within you.

"The great Mr. Holmes needing my help in a library? I'll alert the press." You teased, cursing yourself for the slight tremble in your tone that even you hadn't noticed until the words left your lips.

"I would believe you, it's only that I know far too much about you for you to even dare." He smirked, squinting his eyes at you in mock challenge.

You hadn't at all been keeping track of how much time had passed, it felt as if every time you were with him, time became a foreign concept, passing you by before you could even count a second. All you did know, was that you had begun to remember passing the same twisted tree trunk a few too many times.

You sighed as you turned the familiar corner, the entrance of the large home beckoning you to enter, begging you to indulge yourself in it's comforts one final time.

Sherlock seemed to have the same idea, turning to you with furrowed brows when he noticed you had stopped, your arm falling from his.

"Are you not coming in-"

"I think I should be heading home," You feigned a gentle smile as you continued, "I didn't sleep much last night," You stammered, "But thank you as always, for having me."

You saw how he tilted his head, the shadow of a question already creeping onto his expression. His suspicion seemingly faded just as it came to him though, a timid smile replacing his concern almost instantly. "I'll see you soon then?"

What were you to even say? That you had already made the plan to never see him again? Or that you were too hopelessly in love with him to even spend a minute more alone with him?

You only nodded, not having the strength to lie to him so directly.

"I appreciate you." He suddenly blurted, and your eyes widened at his sudden exclamation. "Your company, I mean," He clarified, "I know I'm often not the most...Amiable... So thank you, for always joining me."

"Sherlock," You sighed, shaking your head, "I appreciate you for not yet getting tired of me."

He let out a soft, amused huff before replying, "I could never."

For once, you decided to spare yourself from any more pain, deciding to only smile before quickly turning to begin your journey home.

Sherlock was nothing if not logical, and now, you suddenly feared that some of his critical, almost pessimistic rationale had rubbed off on you. As you tramped through the dust covered path, you wondered if some feelings were meant to be felt, only to be let go.

Maybe feelings like this were never meant to be lingered on, that was why crimes of passion happened, wasn't it? Because someone, somewhere, decided to feel just a little too much.

Maybe feelings like this were only meant to be temporary things, or maybe, you thought, you had left your last sliver of sanity at the Holmes' doorstep.

Regardless if feelings like this were truly temporary, you knew you would have the initials of Sherlock Holmes perpetually etched into the memory of your heart.

Dear Friend,

I hope you are able to visit us in the coming week, the library is in desperate need of your expertise.

S.H

You knew he would question the fact that you had sent a letter to notify him of your lack of a visit this week, but you hoped he wouldn't think too much about it, you had always prided yourself on the fact that Sherlock could never quite seem to break you open they way you had so often seen him do to others.

You tried to recall a week that had gone by without you visiting him, and with a huff, quickly reminded yourself that this was precisely what you were supposed to not be doing.

You should have been excited, to finally have all the time in the world entirely to yourself. No worries of rushing off to read in someone else's home, or to assist anyone with whatever horrific crime that had landed at their doorstep that week.

Though as you glanced around your quiet living area, the only sound being the muted ticking of the clock, it took you less than a second to understand that whatever you did, you could most certainly not stay here. It was almost silent, much too quiet for your own liking, and though there were benefits to living alone, you couldn't help but think that your space needed some sort of life other than your own, more movement, more books, more...

Less thinking, you quickly decided, swiftly grabbing your gloves from the small table sitting beside your entryway before leaving with a frustrated huff.

You found that the park was not much different, but with the absence of quiet, you found the presence of people.

Which brought entirely new problems.

Like seeing.

It seemed that everywhere you turned, you found cheerful pairs wherever you looked.

And as it often did, with the looking, came the thinking.

Him in that brown vest and coat he always seemed to be sporting in the spring, always paired with that deep blue tie that always brought out his eyes. As much as he tried to keep his curls under control, they'd always manage to fly about every time even the gentlest of winds blew his way. Would he hold your hand? Or would he intertwine your arm with his to keep you closer?

A young boy called out across the park, holding out a single flower, outstretching it to any couple that happened to pass him by. He must have noticed you staring from the way he tipped his cap at you.

Would he buy you one? A part of you wondered if he would find such gestures cliche, but on the other hand, you could already hear his voice in your head, explaining the cultural significance and meaning of each of the blossoms. Maybe he'd even buy one for Enola, he's always adored her.

What would she think of you and him? You two wouldn't go without teasing at first, that was for certain. Though in the end, she probably wouldn't mind, you always enjoyed your time with her whenever you managed to catch her before she left for whatever adventure she had planned for herself that day.

You hummed, swallowing back the sudden lump that formed in your throat. Home, you decided, home would definitely be much better than this.

You hadn't made any more plans to step beyond your doorway this week, only dressing yourself to quickly grab the newspaper you had heard thump against your door this morning.

It was only by complete chance you had seen them, if it had been any other day, if the news hadn't been delivered this morning, you would have never even been aware of them.

But the news had been delivered today, and now you were very aware of them.

A dozen orange Tulips, wrapped neatly in burlap and brown paper, sitting on your doorstep.

You looked out into the street, searching both ways for any sign of any flower vendor or any distraught suitors that may have accidentally thrown their flowers onto your doorstep.

Flower vendor. You thought, a quiet 'hmm' escaping you as you thought of the possibility, swiftly grabbing the unexpected gift before shutting the door behind you.

Even as you told yourself, promised yourself that you wouldn't find yourself back at the park again, or at least not so soon, here you were, sat on the same bench as the day previous.

From this vantage point, you could see nearly everything, the carousel, the various walking trails, even your own apartment, but more importantly, the barking flower seller that sat right in the middle of everything.

You suddenly wished you had listened more to Sherlock's impromptu detective lessons he would often share with you, how did he always stay so discreet?

And just as you glanced his way again, the younger boy spotted you once again, quickly flashing a salesman-worth smile your way before tipping his cap once again.

His suavity was of no importance to you though, when you noticed just what type of flowers he was selling. Orange Tulips.

He'd be proud.

You raised a suspicious eyebrow as you scanned the park's crowd once again. Mistakes happen, you thought, things get delivered to incorrect addresses constantly, you were certain your situation was no different.

Dear Friend,

I am sorry to hear you are feeling ill, please do not hesitate to phone if you so need anything.

S.H

As much as you disdained lying to him, you determined that your small deception this week would be less painful than the truth.

You really only meant to check the temperature outside, quickly cracking your door open when you saw the flash of color peeking out from under the door.

Orange Tulips.

You bent down to swiftly grab them from your doorway, you stood, opening the door further to take a better look around the street. Though you couldn't bring yourself to truly care about searching for any suspects, the only thoughts managing to cross your mind being of the Tulips you now clutched to your chest.

Maybe it wasn't a mistake? What were the chances of the same flowers winding up on the same doorstep again?

You smiled, looking down at the bouquet. When was the last time someone had gotten you flowers? This was precisely what you needed to begin to move on, something new, someone new.

You turned your back to the street as you slipped back inside, still holding the tulips close to your chest as if they were the most precious thing in the world to you. You closed the door, sighing with a smile as you made your way into the kitchen, finding a small vase and filling it with water from your sink.

He'd probably know just what they were called, he'd probably know just where they were from as well, not just from some park vendor, but some specific garden just a little south of the London, all by looking at the leftover soil on their leaves.

You groaned as you sat the vase on your table, he truly was a ghost wasn't he? Following you around as if some archaic witch had cursed you, shackling him to you for the rest of your days. You supposed there were worse demons to manage.

Dear Friend,

Should we be expecting you for dinner this coming Friday? Ferndell Hall has grown incredibly dull without you.

S.H

You continued to read the letter over and over again until you felt you could recite the few words by memory.

It had been sent to you two weeks ago, and you had received no letter since, the only mail gracing your doorstep to be the orange tulips that never failed to appear every Tuesday now.

Possibility used to excite you, the idea of something new coming into your life used to fill you with joy, but now, the notion of something unfamiliar only filled you with a strange, dreary feeling.

It felt as if the sun filled the sky, though your mind could only focus on the scattering of clouds that would occasionally block it's shine. Whoever this unknown admirer was, you almost felt bad for accepting their gifts knowing that it was him you wished for them to be from.

It had been six weeks since you last saw him, a mere flash of time in the grand scheme of things, though you'd have to admit that the most arduous portion of your time alone was the time since he had sent his last letter.

You supposed you couldn't be upset with him, for it was you who had stopped writing him in the first place, believing it would be less agonizing to cease all communication rather than to continue lying to him.

Though now, it was painfully clear to you how wrong you had been. He had now given up on you, and in a solemn moment of clarity, you supposed that's what you had always wanted.

Wasn't it the natural progression of things anyway? Even the strongest of chain links eventually fall to rust and decay, ultimately separating from each other when their bonds become damaged enough.

Reasons, seasons, or lifetimes, you could recall the lesson being told to you early on in your childhood. You would always discover why someone had fallen into your life's path some way or another. This time was different though, you supposed Sherlock fell into your life for all three.

He was your only reason for staying in this god-forsaken city to begin with, and you supposed that now, he would be the reason you would never leave. The seasons you spent in the Holmes's estate were some of your most cherished memories, memories that, despite your situation, you would continue to hold on to regardless. And no matter how bitterly or abruptly your friendship had ended, you knew that he would remain with you for a lifetime.

You looked down, suddenly noticing the iron grip you had suddenly developed around the now slightly wilted tulip you had been holding.

You wondered where else in the world flowers like this would grow, surely there were other flower sellers in the world, surely there were other cities, right?

You hummed, your fingers now fidgeting with the few fallen petals that rested in your hand as you thought, certainly other towns grew orange Tulips?

You almost felt hysterical, pondering a question so pointless, knowing there was no use in even wondering. The thought killed you and calmed you all at once, for you knew right then, that no corner on Earth would relieve you of Sherlock Holmes.

Suddenly, there was a knock on your door, and you instantly turned to the window.

The harsh droplets of rain almost carpeted your window and you wondered how you had not noticed the building sound of the storm outside all this time.

You furrowed your brow, setting the damaged flower on the table before making your way to the door. You sighed, almost groaning to yourself at the thought of whatever salesman or tax collector that was awaiting to torment you.

You quickly wiped your suddenly dampened cheeks, quickly flashing a soft smile to ready yourself turn down whatever useless product that awaited you on the opposite side of your door.

You closed your eyes for a moment as you began to open the door, "Hello-"

"Why have you stopped seeing me?"

You could do nothing to stifle the hushed gasp that left you at the sound of his voice. You snapped your eyes open, his hair was absolutely dripping, a soggy newspaper in hand that he had no doubt been using to shield himself from the storm at some point along his journey.

"Sherlock? What are you doing here?-" Your words came out more as a plea rather than a question.

"To ask you a question." He replied simply, his tone determined and unwavering as he spoke, "Why have you stopped coming to visit?"

"Sherlock, I- It's pouring, you shouldn't-" You stammered before he interrupted you once again.

"Please. I just-" He ran a hand through his sopping hair before making a sound akin to something crossed between a sigh and a groan, "I needed to see you."

You noticed how his chest rose and fell rapidly, how his knuckles turned a lighter shade as he gripped the drenched paper.

Even in all the time you spent away from him, attempting with all of your heart to begin to despise him as best you could for whatever reason you could concoct, you couldn't help the way your heart leapt at the site of him at your doorstep.

You furrowed your brow, your lips drawing into a thin line of concern before you stepped aside the doorway, "Come in." You quickly muttered.

His large frame stepped into your space almost instantly, and you abhorred the way your heart warmed at the sight of him in your space.

You closed the door behind him, turning to face him just as quickly. In just a few moments, he would leave, you thought, and you'd be alone again, though despite what you had tried to convince yourself of over the last few weeks, you couldn't deny the familiar feeling of comfort that washed over you at the sight of him.

"I didn't mean to interrupt your day, but I wished to speak with you immediately." He spoke firmly. "Is there a reason you've stopped seeing me- us." He suddenly corrected.

How could you ever explain what truly had happened between the two of you. The words sat the tip of your tonuge that you had been holding in your heart promised to relieve you of the ever growing weight you had been carrying, though you would sooner strangle yourself than allow them to slip with him still present.

"I've been busy." You spoke plainly, attempting to keep your tone as even as possible, even as the tightness in your throat slowly threatened to suffocate you. "I'm sorry."

"You could have-" He interrupted himself, pinching the bridge of his nose as he began to pace, "Is there someone else?" He suddenly asked.

"Sherlock, I have no idea-"

"I thought you enjoyed my- our, company, I thought we were friends."

You sighed, your eyes darting back and forth as you watched him pace, the floorboards beginning to creak under the sudden stress. "We were, we are. I promise there's no reason-"

"Why have you stopped visiting then?" He almost spat, his face turning a lighter shade of red as he paused, now standing directly in front of you. "If nothing has happened, then why have you so seemingly abandoned us?"

If it were any one else standing in your foyer, you would have most likely cast them out already with his pacing and frantic tone, but as he stood before you now, a his dampened, stray curls plastered to his forehead, his breath becoming increasingly shallower as he spoke, you began to see the desperate little boy that Mycroft so often teased him of being.

"I know-" He swallowed, gathering himself before continuing, "That Mycroft isn't often the most welcoming, and I understand that even Enola can be a bit anarchic herself. Even I find myself to be a bit irritating at times, but please, I'm begging you, tell me what's happened."

You could only quietly whimper, finding yourself speechless, the beginnings of tears stinging the corners of your eyes offering him your wordless response.

There was a weighted pause that settled between the both of you, threatening to crush the both of you if it continued for any longer.

"Have you..." He took a deep, steadying breath, "Have you truly gotten tired of me?"

A muted gasp left you instantly at his question, and your response came as quickly as your initial reaction, "I could never." You offered him a melancholy, tearful smile. "I could never." You repeated, shaking your head as you tried to swallow back the barrage of tears that began to build within you.

You watched as his expression fell even more than it had before, his forlorn smile reflecting your own. "You know, I believed that the flowers might begin to apologize for whatever I had done to hurt you." He slowly began to saunter over to the table on which you had placed your withered flower from before. "I thought I would surprise you one day, visit you instead of you having to make the journey..." He gently plucked the Tulip from it's place, lifting it to his eye level before gently turning it between his thumb and forefinger, he smiled weakly as he continued to examine the flower.

Your voice was broken as you finally replied, your tone crumbling under the weight of his confession, causing your words to come out as shattered whispers as you held back tears, "Then why didn't you visit?" A sudden, unfamiliar anger flooded you at the thought, if he was so close, than why didn't he?

He finally put down the flower, his eyes quickly falling to you, "Because..." He straightened himself, clearing his throat before continuing, "You looked happy."

"What?" Your reply left you in an instant, almost much too quickly for your own liking, but it couldn't be helped.

"I could see you, just from that bench just across the way, you seemed to be just as lively with your flowers as you once were with me. And so I found myself content to watch."

"Sherlock, I never- Do you-" You stammered, and though your thoughts raced, you attempted to collect yourself, and taking a deep breath, you continued. "Do you think so little of me?"

His eyes immediately widened at your response, "I would never," He took a testing step closer to you, watching your expression to gauge his next movement. "I find that it is myself I think so little of."

You tilted your head at his puzzling confession, only watching his features carefully as you waited for him to go on.

He took another step closer to you, and even as your bodies stood with only inches separating them, you stood your ground.

"I apologize if I led you to believe it was someone else gifting you flowers, I understand now that to think that someone such as myself, could ever, deserve affections from someone like yourself. It was foolish of me, and I am sorry-"

"Sherlock, I-"

"Please," He begged, "I don't know if there has been someone else in my absence, and I don't believe I would ever like to know, I'm only asking you to tell me the truth of what happened between us."

In all your years of knowing him, you weren't sure if you had ever seen him like this. You had seen him at his limits, pushed to his very wits end during certain cases, but you had never seen him as the way he was now. His shoulders sagged, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his eyes darted across every inch of you, no doubt trying to decipher your every movement to find an answer to his question.

You wondered for a moment, what did he see? You could find no reason to hide your feelings now, the walls you had put so much effort into constructing already began the slow process of decaying over the past few weeks, so you were almost certain you probably looked as lovesick as you did when you first realized your sudden passions for him.

Regardless, you figured there was no use in attempting to conceal yourself now.

Freedom, on whatever scale, seldom came for free, and if loosing him was the price you would pay for independence from your own feelings, you thought, than so be it.

"Sherlock," You breathed, "You have been... My closest friend-"

"Have." He quickly interjected, "Then what's changed." His tone was more frustrated now, determined to pull the truth from you no matter how long it would take him.

You groaned, hating the sudden interrogation tactic he had now adopted with you. You had no energy to argue against him though, you last fragment of strength dissolving into the unwieldy atmosphere around you as you finally allowed your tears to fall. "I'm sorry, I only- Friends grow apart, that's all." You feigned a weak smile, unable to look at him directly as you fidgeted with your hands. "That's all that happened." You whispered.

When you finally looked up at him, you noticed how his lips parted in a silent gasp, his eyes widening just a tad more than before, as if the very notion of the two of you growing apart had astonished him to his very core.

Or maybe he was expecting a different answer.

"You mean to tell me that that, is the truth?" He asked, and before you could even gather yourself to form a response, he continued. "That our friendship, everything that has come to pass between us, was only thrown away because of nothing?"

You despised how grim his explanation sounded, but if that was what he had to believe to finally leave you, you would accept it.

You could only manage to nod in response, knowing your voice would be too broken to reply in any sort of convincing manner.

"That all of your visits, all of that time, together," He emphasized, "Meant nothing to you? So little that it could be discarded so quickly?"

"Yes..." You muttered even as it pained you to even speak, the tightness in your throat only constricting you further as you attempted to thwart your sobs.

"I'm sorry, but I just cannot accept that." He stated, though you noticed how his voice had grown slightly less assured as it was before.

His sudden abruptness shocked you, almost as much as it seemed to shock himself, his face contorting into a wince at the sound of his own harsh tone.

"Not when-" He quickly softened his voice as he stared back at you, his eyes continuing to search your own for some sort of sign for him to stop, though you gave him none. His breaths became almost heaving, as if he were warming up for a sprint, "Not when I've just began to understand..." He trailed off, swallowing as his eyes dropped to the floor for a moment before returning to you. "That I love you."

Your heart faltered and you had to fight the overwhelming urge to pinch yourself. If Sherlock Holmes loved you in this reality, then you would be perfectly content from never waking again. It was only when he begun speaking again that you had realized you hadn't responded.

"I found that in your absence, that I am nothing short of miserable. You plague my mind in every waking moment, and yet, I find myself never having enough of you."

"Sherlock-"

"Please," He begged, "After living without your visits, your kindness, your smile, I understand now that nothing in this world could wound me in the way your leaving has. That," He chuckled lightly, "Is one fact I have never been more certain of."

You couldn't muffle the choked sob that escaped you, you shook your head, still standing before him in disbelief at his confession. In all that time you had spent concealing your own feelings, had you really not seen his?

"Tell me you've never felt the same and I will stop, even if you have found someone, if that is the truth of the matter, I will accept it. All I am asking is just a portion- a moment of your thoughts, and I'd be content." He sighed before he continued, "It would be a privilege, to have my heart broken by you."

His words both froze and freed you all at once. Sherlock always had the talent of uncovering truths, of seeing straight through people, and for all the time you had known him, it occasionally begun to feel as if he was only seeing through you, just as he did so often to others. Though as he stared at you now, you began to recognize the certain way his eyes fell to you. It was the same look he gave you when the two of you were both first made acquainted, the same light reflected in his eyes just as it did when the both of you found yourselves under that tree in the garden, laughing until both of your stomach's hurt. It was the same gaze you found paralyzed by whenever he would greet you, and the same glance he would throw your way every time you two parted.

In all those moments when you felt so invisible, when it felt as if he was only seeing through you, you realized now, he was seeing you.

He looked at you, with all of your insecurities, with all of your mistakes, with all of your flaws, and every time, regardless of the faults you found within yourself, he still chose to love.

"Sherlock," You finally managed to sputter through your tears, "I- I could never have found someone else." You smiled, "I love you." You reached for his hand mindlessly, as if some invisible string began pulling you to him. "I think I always have."

His long forgotten, sopping newspaper fell to the floor as he reached for you, his other hand suddenly finding itself resting on your lower back, slowly urging you closer to him.

You stared up at him, his face only inches from your own as his breath fanned across your cheek. You were close enough to feel the heat radiating off of him, the feeling was intoxicating, you wondered how you were able to go so long without it.

You watched as his eyes switched quickly to your lips before he spoke again, his voice laden with a barely audible tremble. "May I?"

You discovered yourself once again at a loss for words, even as your body felt as light as a cloud, it felt as if your mouth had filled entirely with lead, and so your only reply was a slow nod, your chest meeting his with every heavy breath.

In the instant you gave your wordless confirmation, he was crashing into you, like a storm wave meeting a rocky shore it was always destined for. His arm pulled you snugly against him, not allowing you any room for movement as his lips molded into yours. His lips were warm and soft as they moved against yours, your hand gripping onto the lapel of his jacket to steady yourself. He held you with a tenderness that you never thought him capable of, as if he feared you would disappear into thin air if he gripped you too tightly. Your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, every curve and ridge interlocking until the two of you could almost be mistaken as one.

It was every farewell and every hello, every moment of longing and endless wondering, and every second of hope that you had once thought to be lost, poured into one enchanted gesture.

He was now yours, just as much as you were always his.

When he finally parted from you, the two of you found yourselves panting as you both attempted to regain your balance.

"I've been wanting to do that, for far too long" He spoke breathlessly as your eyelids finally fluttered open. He must have seen how your eyes quickly flickered to his swollen lips, his timid smile quickly growing into a endearingly wicked smirk before he continued. "And I believe I'm about to do it again."

ah!! i'm so excited to be posting full fics again!! i know it's been a minute, but honestly i feel like i'm in such a better place mentally now after Things, and i truly have you all to thank for that. over the past bit, i've received so many kind and motivating messages, the support that i received here was honestly overwhelming (in the best way) and was honestly my primary reason for continuing on and pushing through some days. so please take all of the sherlock hugs from me, you all deserve them more than you'll ever know :)

as always, likes, comments, and reblogs are always, always appreciated!!

want more sherlock? check out my masterlist!!

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midnightswithdearkatytspb · 4 years ago

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Mob bucky/seb or mob chris/andy recs??

Updated 07/04/21 ✨ = Just Added

To be added please tag me in your future works!

Hey Anon! I’m so glad you asked this because Mob/Mafia! Any version of those boys is my favorite. In my previous fic recs I recommended...

If love was an option by @mianorth » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Part 1 🦋 Part 2 🦋 Part 3

Good Little Wife & Good Little Girl by @donutloverxo » Mob!Andy Barber x Reader – A little dark and it has some really good smut in it.

Blackmail by @stargazingfangirl18 » Soft!DarkMafia Andy Barber x Female Reader — You were just doing it to protect your family, at least that’s what you kept telling yourself, especially once you started to like it. (One-Shot)

Blow Sweet and Thick by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky x Reader — Bucky is having a bad day, you can help him feel good. (Part of Mafia Monday’s)

Run To You by @bestofbucky » Mob!Boss Bucky x Reader — Mob boss Bucky Barnes hires you to be his bodyguard. (Series)

Can’t Run, Can’t Hide by @angrythingstarlight » Dark!MafiaBucky Barnes x Reader — When you get noticed by the infamous mob boss, you flee. But Bucky doesn’t like to be denied anything and he’s coming for you. (One-shot)

Six Feet | Ch.1 ⚰️ Ch.2 by @queenoftheworldisdead » Dark Mob!Steve x Reader + Dark Mob!Bucky x Reader — Your family’s small funeral home comes into financial trouble. In desperation your father finds the most unlikely solution to solve his financial problems. | (Short Series)

Bankrupt by @mypoisonedvine » dark!40’s!Mob!Stucky x Reader — Your husband’s gambling addiction quickly got him in hot water with the mob, and you by extension. When some debt collectors come by to settle what is owed, you realize that you have a lot more to worry about than money problems.

Partition by @angrythingstarlight » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky comforts you after a bad day, and your boss learns why no one messes with his girl. —> Part 2: Let Me Show You — You wanted to know what your mobster boyfriend did, lucky for you he’s more into the show then tell.

Say the word and it’s yours by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your mobster boyfriend rescues you from a long, boring day at work. Bucky always said, “ask and its yours”

Lost Without You by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky Barnes would be lost with you. You’re his everything and he plans on spending Valentine’s Day proving it to you.

All Dressed In White by @angrythingstarlight » Dark!Mafia Bucky Barnes x Reader — You were going to marry someone else, Bucky won’t let that happen. You belong to him now and forever. Till Death Do You Part.

Thick As Thieves by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader x Mafia!Steve Rogers — The only thing the Mafia hates as much as snitches are thieves. And you’re planning on stealing from Bucky and Steve, what happens if you get caught?

Won’t Let You Go by @kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay » Mob!Bucky Barnes x OFC!Kori — Kori met Bucky in one of his clubs, out to get shit-faced with a couple of friends to forget about her worries and maybe take home a guy to further rid herself of her numerous frustrations. Little did she know that the one-night stand with Bucky would turn into so much more than that.

Tell Me What You Want by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve Rogers x Reader; Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your mob boyfriend, is none other than Steve Rogers and he is willing to get you whatever you wanted, all you have to do is ask. And be careful what you ask for because he’s going to give it to you over and over again.

To Have & To Hold by @slyyywriting » Bucky Barnes x Mob Boss!Reader — Bucky is trying his best to provide and care for his daughter who just entered first grade. Everything was alright until she asks why everyone else seems to have a mom except for her. You’re just a plain mob boss who wants to turn a new leaf. Challenges arise when the world refuses to let you take a softer, non-violent route. A little girl helps you navigate a compromise.(series)

✨ Mob!Sugar Daddy!Stucky Moodboard by @brattycherubwrites » Mob!Stucky x Reader

✨ Laced Around Your Throat by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve x Reader, Mafia!Bucky x Reader — Your Mob boyfriend knows that the only thing that looks even better than his hand around your throat is his custom made necklace. You’re his girl and the world needs to know it.

✨ Hidden Gems by @jtargaryen18 » Mob!Steve Rogers x Mob!Daughter Reader — Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.

Necessary Arrangements by @stargazingfangirl18 » Andy Barber x Fem!Reader, Ari Levinson x (Different) Fem! Reader ft. Ransom Drysdale » One of my favorite series, chapters are decent sized and the smut is so good!

Hugs My Love by @thatfuckingweirdo » Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Reader — You just really need a hug, and Bucky is the only one you want it from.

my old man is a tough man, but he got a soul as sweet as blood red jam by @cloudystevie » Mob Boss!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader — steve gives you what you want… kind of.

Brooklyn Wars by @world-of-aus » Stucky x Reader

Petals and Bullets by @revengingbarnes » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader (One of my all time favorites series)

I would check out @sinner-as-saint’s Masterlist they have quite a few Mob!Bucky series and one-shots that I have loved in the past.

Special by @buckycuddlebuddy » Bucky Barnes x Reader — this one-shot is really hot.

Love, Honor, and Obey by @constantwriter85 » Bucky Barnes — This one is good and I need to catch up on.

Mafioso by @captain-barnes-writes » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Please do yourself a favor and read.

Lipstick and Crayons by @oneoftheprettynerds » Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader - In Progress

A really good DarkMob!Steve Drabble called Please Hurt Me by @gotnofucks *chefs kiss*

The Mobster’s Little Girl by @smutsonian » Steve Rogers x Reader

off to the races 🐻 off to the races 2 by @harryspet » Soft!Dark Steve Rogers x Reader

The Ignorant Beauty & the Beast by @mysterioh » Steve Rogers x Reader – With 21 parts sadly it hasn’t been updated in 8 months, it’s one of my favorite Mob!Steve Roger fics out there. *Thanks to @inactivewhore I found out this story was moved to AO3 and is now called where angels fear to tread it was last updated on 13/11/20*

What It Takes by @cherienymphe » Bucky Barnes x Reader — You left Bucky once you found out who he really is. The one thing you thought would guarantee your safety ends up sealing your fate.

Welcome Home by @punani » Chris Evans x Black!Reader — He’s been away for awhile, but he knows that his girl’s loyalty to him knows no bounds. Knows she’s been waiting for him after her adamancy in telling him there was no other option. It’s only right to make the reunion a memorable one. | So, so, so, so freaking good!

These are what I found on Tumblr that I plan on reading.

Handmaid by @extremelyblackandwhite » Sebastian Stan x ingenue!Reader — y/n works as a handmaid for the daughter of an influential mob leader who is promised to the new boss of the most powerful mob family in new york, sebastian.

AO3 Website Reccomendations

Satellite Heart » Stucky x Reader — You used to be Steve and Bucky's girl. Then they fucking left without saying goodbye. Little did they know, you were pregnant. But life went on. You raised your Talia to the best of your ability. But one day, everything goes to shit. Now your boys are back in your life. And they're not planning on leaving anytime soon.

Little Fox A/B/O Series » Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Soft!Dark Natasha Romanoff x OFC! & Peter Parker x Soft!Dark Tony Stark — So I can’t stress this enough you need to read the tags for this series and I kept getting confused as I read this story as to how old Violet Mason is. But this series takes you on a roller coaster, I like it, my cousin didn’t finish it, I need to catch up.

Pelmeni *finished* » Stucky x Reader — James Bucky Barnes has a good life, as a member of a powerful organized crime syndicate. His best friend Steve is a member too and his literal partner in crime. Bucky's got a problem though. You. His longtime love and secret girlfriend. Unfortunately, your father is his boss and has plans for you that involve normal life. Steve has a problem too. Steve wants in on your relationship and more than the semi-regular/occasional steamy threesomes. You don't have a problem, you're just busy with a big mob wedding coming up, which means a big celebration, that you're busy catering for.

Dying For This Love » Dark!Bucky x Reader — That was before. When you were Bucky’s girl. Now, you have a score to settle. That’s why you’re wearing Bucky’s favorite red satin dress, the one with the cuts that reach right up to the tops of your thighs, the tennis necklace he gifted you for your anniversary, and are fresh off of a mani/pedi and hair appointment. He’s going to regret the day he fucked with you. | This one is intense and a tad bit dark, but the smut is good.

off to the races » Steve Rogers x Reader — In which you call the kingpin your Daddy.

The Mobster’s Little Girl » Steve Rogers x Reader — what happens when the big bad mobster gets blackmailed by your father to marry you? (kind of fluffy kind of not. kinda dark kinda not.)

Brooklyn Sweethearts » Dark!Stucky x Reader — Bucky and Steve had always been meant to keep her safe and happy. As far as anyone else was concerned, that was their sole reason for being alive. Unfortunately, the things that kept her safe were not always the things that kept her happy. Lately, she was making it pretty damn hard for them to compromise. | Probably one of my all time favorite Mafia!Stucky stories I have ever read, just sadly it also hasn’t been updated in like 8 months and I keep hoping it will get updated.

Hot Doll » Skinny!MobBoss Steve Rogers x Reader — Steve Rogers is on the rise in the New York underground as you’re trying to keep your own place there. | Dark and good!

Doctor Doctor » Steve Rogers x PlusSize! Reader — (1940 Mobster AU!) You're a war widow down on her luck; and the King of Brooklyn, Steve Rogers, takes notice. | Another one of my favorites. A little bit dark as well.

The Widow » Dark!MobBoss x Reader — It’s the 1920s and everyone’s having a roaring time but you. | Trust me it’s just dark enough.

Those are just some on AO3, I would just go through Mafia AU tag and go to filter and click Avengers or Captain America.

#you ask i answer #ktk rec ‘21 #ktk rec #ktk fic rec #mob!bucky #mafia!bucky #mob!andy barber #andy barber #andy barber x reader #bucky barnes x reader #mob!steve #dark!steve x reader #stucky x reader #fanfiction recommendation #fanfic rec #mob!sebastian stan #mob!sebastian stan x reader #mob!chris evans

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thedarkplume · 3 years ago

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It's that most wonderful time of the year

...not October, sadly, but December. Christmas. A time for family and love and hope.

And for me, a time to share the absolute best stories I have had the pleasure of reading (and rereading) in 2021. With the state of the world in terms of race relations, the police now being a last resort if there is an emergency, the virus taking away so many of our loved ones, and the overall ugliness of people's hearts in general, I am so grateful for this site. There are so many days where I just don't have it in me to face the terrible realities happening outside of my door, and it is because of the authors here and the community as a whole that makes the days just a little more bearable.

This is my love letter to all of you!

@geminixevans ~ Liar Liar ~ Mafia!Steve Rogers

This is one of those rare instances where having a fake friend gives the ultimate payoff in the end! The first time I read Liar Liar I knew I had to have it as a part of this list. Not only is there a wonderful comeuppance ending and drool-worthy smut, but we have Steve speaking Italian. 😍

@slothspaghettiwrites ~ Big Ole Baby ~ Baby!Orc!Lee Bodecker

I cannot leave this story alone! I come back to it at least once a month. I love the world @slothspaghettiwrites has created with Orcs and the mythology surrounding them. Lee already has such a forceful, demanding personality as it is, but making him into an Orc and then having said Orc transformed into a baby Orc just makes me so happy! 😜

@giorno-plays-piano ~ Dating Rules ~ Skinny!Steve Rogers

Now this one holds a special place in my heart. You know how you can do everything right and in the end, everything still goes pear-shaped? Let me tell you, @giorno-plays-piano does not disappoint with this one. Skinny!Steve is such a sweetheart and when we get to see that wonderful personality go dark, well, it's an exciting ride for everyone. 😏

@sinner-as-saint ~ I'll Be Good (Uni AU) ~ Ransom Drysdale

It's not everyday that someone describes Hugh Ransom Drysdale as quiet, but it was one of the things that drew me to this story. Ransom is seemingly written as the polar opposite of canon, and by the end, you'll be wishing for second part.

@luxeavenger ~ Backstage Pass series ~ Rockstar!Bucky Barnes & Rockstar!Steve Rogers

I can't go on enough about how much this series has affected my life for the better. Even as I'm writing this entry, I'm rereading some of the chapters. Sometimes, I like to open my 1980s playlist and read it from the first chapter post to the last. Rock n' Roll will never die and Backstage Pass is its testament.

@boxofbonesfic ~ Unwrapped ~ Soft!Dark Andy Barber

Wow. Just wow. I initially had another story picked for this entry, but a few days before writing this, I read Unwrapped. Guys, if you have not read this story, do so IMMEDIATELY. I won' give away the details, but the author hailed this magnificent work as a dark Hallmark story. She, of course, hit the nail on the head!

@onsunnyside ~ What A World ~ Tarzan!Steve Rogers

Take the time to think about that. TARZAN STEVE ROGERS. I don't exactly remember how I came across this story. If I had to guess it might have been on @donutloverxo page because she always has the best recommendations. But as soon as I saw this, I knew I had to read it! Thinking about this beautiful man running around in nothing but a loincloth 🤤🤤🤤

@clints-lucky-arrow ~ sweetheart ~ Stalker!Steve Rogers

Another winner that had me following this author as soon as I finished reading! Sweetheart draws inspiration from both 'The Boy' and 'You'. If you've seen at least one of these, then you know that this is a terribly disturbing concept, but that's what makes this story so fun.

@honeyloverogers ~ dance in the dark ~ Ghost!Steve Rogers

This is a great read for a number of reasons. What sticks with me even now as I type this entry, it's the what if...? scenario of Steve NOT crashing into the ice. It's deeply bittersweet and the ghost aspect of it makes for the perfectly spooky and hot read!

@ghotifishreads ~ A Canary to Bring My Message Home ~ 1910s Coal Miner!Curtis Everett

I won't lie and say that I did not cackle thinking, this author created the perfect scene for us to imagine Curtis dirty, but for a very good reason! All jokes aside, though, I thoroughly enjoyed this story. Curtis is a sweetheart and his and the reader's relationship as well as the setting reads like a Danielle Steele novel with smut worthy of Lorelei James!

@autumnrose40 ~ Monster Town (series) ~ Naga!Ransom, Unseelie!Curtis, Werewolf!Jake, Incubus!Steve, Incubus!Bucky Vampire!Andy, Siren!Ari, Puppet Master!Jimmy, Hexxus!Robert, Dragon!Johnny & Pegasus Centaur!Colin

Imagine, if you will, going for a drive. Nowhere in particular. But you somehow veer off course of your original destination. You become stranded in a town filled with monsters whose sole desire is to breed you, control you, and quite possibly eat you. This is by far one of the best stories I've had the pleasure of reading! If you love monsters, stop over and check this story out. And if you don't, you will by the time you finish the first chapter!

@georgiapeach30513 ~ Desperate Affairs ~ Andy Barber & Ransom Drysdale

Sometimes, a story comes along and you already have the character picked that you're rooting for. The one you want to have the happy ending they deserve. Welp! This story was not like that. I felt the proverbial rug ripped out from under me at least three times. There are so many twists and turns in Desperate Affairs that I still feel shell-shocked.

@navybrat817 ~ Howling Commandos Tattoo AU (series) ~ Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers

The site can teach you a lot about yourself. For instance, I realize I like tattoos and piercings. Largely, I discovered this through Navy's Howling Commandos Tattoo series. I thought it might just be a oneshot filled with Grade A flirting from two extremely gorgeous inked men, leading to an unforgettable threesome. But this has easily expanded into a miniseries of love, happiness, and profound friendships.

@cockslut-padalecki ~ Little White Lies ~ Dark!Catfish!Ransom Drysdale

Out of all the stories I've listed so far, this one feels the most personal to me. In my mind, every person who posts a story or even sends an ask or imagine to the inboxes of their favorite bloggers, is an aspiring author to an extent. So when I read Little White Lies, even knowing the premise beforehand, I felt the horrible betrayal of this reader. The way her deepest fantasy is used to manipulate her is so beautifully crafted that even when I felt like punching Ransom in the face, I knew that this would be a story that I would NEVER forget.

@the-iceni-bitch ~ Goddamn Prince Charming Looking DILF (series) ~ Single DILF Elementary School Teacher!Steve Rogers

Any story @the-iceni-bitch writes is worth its weight in gold. You literally cannot pick a bad story from her masterlist. But this one. This one just takes me to a whole other level. It's not just because Steve is a DILF, a teacher, and has a secret piercing that makes me just 🤤🤤🤤 it's the reader she crafts. Her readers are always strong, independent and confident in who they are. I'm still waiting for the day she will announce that she has a book coming out.

@syntheticavenger ~ New Rules (series) ~ King's Guard Steve Rogers

There are many interesting stories Synth has written, but New Rules is one of my favorites! The drama and the intrigue, the family secrets and jealousy! This is one of those stories that will leave you begging for more.

AND...honorable mention to one of her latest Turn the Tables featuring the one and only Dennis Baker!! I'm so serious guys, you have to read it!!! 🤗

@river-soul ~ A Different Kind of Love (series) ~ Alpha!Andy & Beta!Jake

Normally, I'm always a bit cautious about reading A/B/O stories because some of the Alphas can be really backward, abhorrent assholes. But in A Different Kind of Love, we get two men who are equally loving and devoted to their Omega. And the snapshots we get into their lives as a throuple including all of the hijinks Jake and the Reader cause makes me so happy!

P.S. it would be remiss of me to conclude this entry without mentioning one of the newer series, Dead End, which features Vampire!Ari, Vampire!Andy & Vampire!Curtis. This budding story combines two of my five supernatural holy grails: vampires and zombies!!

@afriendlyblackhottie ~ Star Spangled ~ Steve Rogers

What self-respecting woman in her right mind would pass up the opportunity to dress up as one of the Star Spangled Singers for the Captain's birthday?? I thoroughly enjoyed this story, starting with the knowledge of the reader being a former villain turned Avenger, to Bucky reenacting Mrs. Nesbitt to make her laugh 😂 to my brain fizzling out for a few seconds imagining Steve being a pimp in the 40s.

@plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms ~ A Lack of Choice ~ Dark!Merman!Andy Barber

I've always loved fairytale stories from the time I was little. But now, getting the chance to read these beloved tales coated in violence and darkness fulfills a desire I never realized I had within myself. Merman!Andy is in top form in this story. The pain and rage tainting his existence sets the tone for this story from the first paragraph. But the imagery of underwater life and Andy's breathtaking mer form is enough to make you envy the reader.

@buckycuddlebuddy ~ i was made for lovin' you ~ Rockstar!Bucky

How can I describe how much I love this story??? During the first wave of photos released of Sebastian Stan in his Tommy Lee makeup for Pam & Tommy, we were blessed with an influx of rockstar and band stories. i was made for lovin' you is one of my favorites. Not only is Bucky in a band with Steve, but his wife is the bassist!!! The love between them is palpable and the chemistry between the band makes you wish you could buy a ticket to their concert.

@sunshinebuckybarnes ~ Lost ~ Bucky & Alpine Barnes

Does anyone else feel like we lost the perfect opportunity to have the chance to meet Alpine Barnes in The Falcon and the Winter Soldier? Don't get me wrong. I loved the show immensely, but I also spent six episodes waiting for Alpine 🥺 luckily, @sunshinebuckybarnes fills this void with Lost. Also, if you're looking for something steamier, I recommend reading her follow-up Found.

@after-avenging-hours ~ Out of Time (series) ~ Steve Rogers & Preserum Steve Rogers

Preserum!Steve Rogers is quickly becoming one of my favorite versions of our dear captain. The story opens with Steve's girlfriend having to go back into the 1940s to capture a vial of Dr. Erskine's super soldier serum to save Steve in the future. If you missed this one, I urge you to read it immediately!

@drabblewithfrannybarnes ~ Lucky Charms: hockey AU ~ Bucky Barnes, Jake Jensen, Steve Rogers, Ari Levinson, Andy Barber, Colin Shea & Johnny Storm

The only thing I love better than animals being a part of a story is getting a sense of nostalgia. Lucky Charms has both! When the idea to create this post first struck, I was firm in my decision to pick My Best Friend Jensen, but then I stumbled on the first story in Lucky Charms and I knew this was going to be the best I've read from Carly in 2021.

@starryevermore ~ Let's Ride ~ Biker!Ari Levinson

One of the first biker stories released, Let's Ride takes you into the world of a single mother new in town whose adorable little boy has an obsession with motorcycles. Ari is such a sweetheart in this and being a gorgeous biker is just 😍

@secretswiftymarvelfan ~ Happy Hanukkah ~ Teacher!Ari Levinson

I honestly don't know how I stumbled across this story, but I'm so glad I did! I love Ari as a teacher. Even better, this story delves into Ari's Jewish background, something I've only seen done once. This story made me wish that I had a teacher like Ari when I was younger.

@angrythingstarlight ~ Don't Give Up On Me ~ Bucky Barnes

It took me an embarrassingly long time to narrow it down to just one story. But this one was special to me. Rereading it, I was reminded why Star is my favorite Bucky writer 🥰

@mypoisonedvine ~ Diplomancy ~ Orc!Bucky

I love a good Orc story, especially when the Orc in question is a Sebastian Stan character! Orc!Bucky in this story is vastly different from the others I've read. He is a strong chieftain who at first glance is none too impressed with humans, but his snarky attitude is one of the many things that make Orc!Bucky such a wonderful character.

@stargazingfangirl18 ~ Taken ~ Andy Barber, Steve Rogers & Ransom Drysdale

Whew! This one. This one, this one. I debated for weeks if I should use this story, even though in the back of my mind, I knew there could be no other chosen before Taken. This story came out a several months ago and there's not been a week that's gone by that I have not thought about this story. When something takes a hold of your thoughts they way Taken has mine, you have to tell as many people as you can about it. I urge each and every one of you reading this post to read this story.

@specialk-18 ~ The Frost ~ Curtis Everett

I just started reading The Frost the other night and I love it! I've only read a handful of Snowpiercer stories, and this is easily becoming one of my favorites. I had no idea @specialk-18 was so creative!

@avintagekiss24 ~ lay me in the tall-grown grass in a shallow grave ~ Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes

It was a tossup choosing this story. I almost picked so give me nothing, just feel, but for this one was the winner just for the line "seventy years and two hundred pounds of FDA approved American meat"!

@wiypt-writes ~ Consciousness of Guilt ~ Andy Barber

This story follows the events of Murder, He Wrote. This one is a special gem, guys. I do recommend that you read Murder, He Wrote first to get the full understanding of how much this reader suffered and how she began to recover. It's one of those stories that really gives you a sense of appreciation for good men like Andy Barber.

@caffiend-queen ~ There's No Saying Goodbye To Me ~ Dark!Steve & Dark!Bucky

I can't believe it took me this long to realize that the Queen of Loki fics is the same author of one of my favorite Dark!Steve and Dark!Bucky stories! There's No Saying Goodbye To Me takes us to a place where Steve still goes back in time to be with his beloved Peggy, leaving the woman he claimed to love stranded with a very dangerous and scary Bucky...until Steve returns.

#merry christmas #happy new year #best of 2021 #tumblr appreciation #steve rogers #andy barber #bucky barnes #ari levinson #curtis everett #jake jensen #ransom drysdale #chris evans #sebastian stan

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