CABLE KNIT - CHRIS EVANS

WARNING/S: A speck of implied sex but other than that just pure fluff.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR MY WORK TO BE USED IN ANY CAPACITY

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You hum softly to yourself while you pour your coffee. You were uncharacteristically chirpy this morning, probably as a result of the events of last night.

“You know that’s mine right?” you hear your boyfriend say behind you, his voice still rough from sleep. He’s referring to the cream coloured cable knit sweater you’re currently wearing.

A smile spreads across your face when you feel his arms wrap around you and gently pull you in for a hug. You love how cuddly he is in the morning. Not that he’s not cuddly the rest of the day, he is, he’s just extra cuddly in the morning.

“Was… it was yours. It’s mine now” you correct him as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Pretty sure that’s called theft” he hums, placing a few soft kisses on your jaw

“Well, if you didn’t want me to steal it you shouldn’t have left it on the floor”

“You’re the reason it was on the floor in the first place. Or do I have to remind you how I almost got whiplash with how fast you jumped me last night?”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing”

“Not at all, in fact I quite enjoyed myself. I’m just saying that’s why my sweater was on the floor”

“You’re the one who took it off”

“Yeah… because of you”

“That argument is irrelevant Christopher”

He lets out a quiet chuckle before he gently takes your hips and turns you to face him, hooking his fingers together behind your back

“Baby it doesn’t even fit you” he says, trying to reason with you. He’s right, it’s way to big. It comes half way down your thighs and the collar is hanging off one of your shoulders. But you don’t care, it’s comfortable and smells like him.

“Well sir, none of your shirts fit you so…” you rebut. You’re talking to mr smeduim shirts after all.

“Hey, now you’re deflecting”

“Listen I don’t make the rules I just follow them”

“Oh, there’s rules about stealing your boyfriends clothing?”

“Yep. Very specific rules. Rules that I am forbidden to share”

This causes him to laugh and raise his brows at you. Clearly he doesn’t believe you.

“It’s true. There’s regular meetings and everything” you inform him before standing on your toes and kissing his jaw

“I’m really not getting it back am I?” he asks in defeat

“Nope, I’m never taking it off” you tell him with a grin

“Yes you will”

“No… I don’t think I will”

“It’ll be back on the floor by the end of the day”

“Oh, you’re on Evans”

Sweet and cute 🥰

Second Time Around

Summary: After a brutal assault by one of your co-workers, you choose to turn your experience into a positive, eventually becoming an ambassador for other victims, and in turn, an unintentional household name. However the good Captain America doesn’t seem to take to your newfound fame very well.

Characters: Dark/Mean!Steve Rogers x Ex!Shield!Reader.

Words: 3K.

Warnings: non-con, mentions of previous sexual assault, mentions of previous date rape/drugging, oral sex (female receiving), multiple orgasms, size kink. MINORS DNI.

A/N: Been working on this for far too long and finally managed to finish it. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support your content creators by sharing our work.

Your prideful smile is reflected in the face of everyone in the audience. The crowds acceptance is contagious and you can’t smile wide enough.  

Another successful seminar completed. With every one you host around the state, your happiness grows, knowing that your words are having an impact. Your message is spreading like wildfire, but instead of burning everything in its path, empowerment blooms instead.  

I love this and enjoyed it even more reading again 💜 mean Steve has my heart and as much as I hate him, I love him that little bit more!! 🥴

The Unexpected Valentine

Summary: When you decide to spend your ruined Valentines getaway alone, you’re thankful for the peace and quiet but when a mysterious stranger catches your eye, your Valentines weekend turns out better than you ever imagined.

Characters: SilverFox!CEO!Steve Rogers x F!Reader.

Words: 2.2K.

Warnings: heavy flirting, sex in a hot tub, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), 18+. MINORS DNI.

A/N: Formerly a Patreon exclusive. Tried to post last night, but the post editor is being a douchebag. Not beta’ed so all errors, spelling mistakes and general bullshit are entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support our content creators by sharing our work.

Smoothing out your dress, you take in the image of yourself in the small mirror hanging in the corner of the room. Your hair and makeup are by no means flawless, and the outfit you’ve chosen to wear to dinner is smart, but comfortable. 

💜🥰 this was unexpectedly sweet, the flirting was spot on and as always the Queen of Smut delivers 🥵

Can’t Stand The Heat

Summary: It’s always been your dream to work in a professional kitchen alongside the man you’ve idolised for years, but what is it they say? Never meet your heroes.

Characters: Mean!Chef!Steve x F!Reader.

Words: 2.1K.

Warnings: non-con/dub-con, workplace bullying, mean!Steve is MEAN, dacryphilia (ish), humiliation, anal sex, vaginal fingering, double penetration (sort of), creampie, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, squirting/female ejaculation, 18+. MINORS DNI.

A/N: This idea came about when @sweeterthanthis​ and I met for the first time in person. We went out for dinner and… yeah, enough said. Beta: @princessmisery666​ but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support our content creators by sharing our work.

Running your fingers under your lash line, you do your best not to smear your make-up any more than it has. Your eyes feel puffy and scratchy from your tears, and there’s a distinct throb in your temple from crying. 

The new run-in with the Head Chef repeats itself in your mind on a constant loop. Frustration makes your cheeks heat, wishing you could go back into the kitchen and tell him all the things you should’ve said. But it’s too late and now you’re stuck, in the restroom, sobbing over the sink. 

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I hate him!

He’s an asshole!!

I hate him so damn much!! 😤

I HATE HATE HATE HATE him so much, I think I kinda love him!! 💜

To Love Me Is To Drown Masterlist

Summary: When exactly does love turn into obsession?

Characters: Professor!Andy Barber x Dark!Student!Reader.

Warnings: student/teacher relationship, non-con/dub-con, explicit sexual content, mentions of prescription drug use, somnophilia, cheating, reader is 18, dark!reader, female masturbation, obsessive behaviour, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), blackmail, daddy kink, cream pie, sexual tension, Andy being the best goddamn teacher ever (you’ll see), hand jobs, nipple sucking, brief insight to reader’s unhinged yet impressionable mind, bit of cum eating, cum swallowing, possessive behaviour, jealousy, mild gaslighting, mentions of violence, blow jobs, angry Andy, semi-public sex, bathroom sex, reader loses the plot, stalking, angst, heartbreak, real Fatal Attraction vibes, forced orgasm, hate fucking, overstimuation, squirting, 18+. MINORS DNI. Please assume warnings apply to all parts.

A/N: Considering this was only meant to be one story, it truly has snowballed, hasn’t it? The numbers correspond to where in the series the story slots in, but should be read in the order they are listed. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support our content creators by sharing our work.

🥵 oh my!! I forgot about this one but reading again OMG it’s deliciously sinful and I looooooooove it!!

Your mean!Steve is my jam!!

Driving Home For Christmas

Summary: You’ve been avoiding spending any special occasion with your father ever since Steve became part of the family, but after many years of excuses, you find yourself back at home, and very much the subject of Steve’s affections.

Characters: Stepbrother!Steve x F!Reader.

Words: 2.5K.

Warnings: stepcest, step-sibling relationship, explicit sexual content, female masturbation, hate masturbation :), semi-public sexual acts, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), 18+. MINORS DNI.

A/N: Formerly a Patreon exclusive. Unbetaed so all errors, spelling mistakes and general bullshit are entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support our content creators by sharing our work.

DECEMBER 22ND

“… Make my wish come true. Baby, all I want for Christmas… is—”

You quickly shut off the radio with a heavy sigh. Sick to death of the constant deluge of Christmas songs filling up every station you switch to, you wish you had taken up your father’s offer to replace your banged up old Buick with something newer. You would’ve taken anything that had a Bluetooth connection at this point, just so you don’t have to spend the next four and a half hours sitting in silence as you reluctantly drive home for the holidays. You don’t need to be in a foul mood before you even arrive.

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🤤 Jesus FUCKING christ!! Yes, I'd move back home so damn fast, his head would spin!!

Fucking cocky asshole!!

Love it!!

Come Around Sundown

Summary: What happens at Christmas is never just a one time thing, and when summer break rolls around, you find yourself repeating past mistakes. Or is it a mistake?

Characters: Tattooed!DBF!Steve x F!Reader.

Words: 2.3K.

Warnings: age gap relationship, use of pet name (little mouse), explicit sexual content, mention of previous sexual encounter (oral sex— fem receiving), reader is in her 20s, Steve being covered in tattoos, female masturbation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), cream pie, 18+. MINORS DNI.

A/N: Inspired solely of the manip of Chris used above in the header which I promptly lost my shit at. It’s all thanks to @sweeterthanthis​ 💖 And thanks to user randomimagines (from the tag) for creating the best manip ever. Beta: @princessmisery666​ but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support our content creators by sharing our work.

“Hey Little Mouse,” a familiar voice teases from beside you, “almost didn’t see you sneakin’ around there.”

You flash a small smile at your dad’s best friend, Steve, hating how forced it feels pinching at your lips, hoping he can’t see the strain of it in your cheeks. Your gut twists, warming at the sound of the deep gravelled baritone. You’ve loved the nickname ever since he coined it for you, but right up until six months ago, it’s since evolved into a point of reluctant appetency when it comes hand in hand with the man who gave it meaning. 

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🤤 pure fucking gold 🤩🥵

Teacher’s Pet

Summary: Your relationship had to start somewhere.

Characters: Professor!Andy Barber x F!Student!Reader.

Words: 2.2K.

Warnings: student/teacher relationship, reader is 18, sexual tension, explicit sexual content, Andy being the best goddamn teacher ever (you’ll see), male masturbation, a little female masturbation, nipple sucking, brief insight to reader’s unhinged yet impressionable mind, bit of cum eating, 18+. MINORS DNI.

A/N: Well it’s been a while, hasn’t it? Sorry I’ve been so shit at updating, hoping this makes up for it. Set in the same universe as, and serves as a prequel to, If I Can’t Have You. You don’t have to read that first for this to make sense, or even read this first and then read the other. That, I’ll leave up to you! This was heavily inspired by this post and the comments I made in response to this reblog. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support our content creators by sharing our work.

You’ve been in close proximity to Andy many times before, but sitting across from him now, somehow feels more intimate and personal. You’re used to being surrounded by other students, members of the faculty but here— in this quiet diner— it’s just the two of you, talking about your hobbies and aspirations. 

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She’s baaaaaaaaaaaaack!! And what an entrance 🥵

This is delicious and so fucking hot 🥵

I’ll tell him whatever he wants to hear as long as he doesn’t stop 😝🙃

I’d turn into chunk from the Goonies…

After working in the retail industry I can confirm the customer is, in fact, not always right but Mean!Steve can try and change my mind 🤤

Beautifully sinful as always!!

She’s Mine - Continuation

Hello everyone! First of all, thank you so so much for all the love this fic has received from you! I can’t thank you enough for liking and reblogging this. From the bottom of my heart, thank you and I wish your nightly dreams be filled with Chris. <3

I have been wanting to write a short sequel to this, and I finally got the chance to do it now. Please enjoy, and like/reblog if you enjoyed this too. Thank you loves! <3

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After dinner

“Princess Aunt Y/N, will you sit next to me please?” Miles looked up at you and his puppy dog eyes almost instantly melted your heart.

“Of course, Miles. I would love to.” You smiled as you extended your hand for him to hold. Miles held on to your hand and walked you to the sofa where the family would be gathering for a movie night.

You were asked to make yourself comfortable on the sofa with Lisa, Chris’ sisters and the kids while Chris and Scott prepared some movie snacks. On your right was Miles, and on your left was Lisa. The other two kids, Ethan and Stella have decided to make themselves comfy with their mum and aunt with the blankets on the floor.

When Chris came back with a bowl of popcorn on one hand and a pint of ice cream on the other, he immediately frowned. “Hey, that’s my spot.” He pouted at Miles’ direction. Miles grabbed on to your arm tightly, indicating that he wasn’t going to move.  

“Oh, here we go again. No more fighting. Here, take my spot.” Lisa laughed while shaking her head.

“Thanks, mum.” Chris smiled at his mum. “I just want to sit next to Y/N, who’s miiiineeee.” Chris dragged out the last word while looking at Miles.

“No, Uncle Chris! I want Aunt Y/N!” Miles argued.

“Okay viewers, we’re back live again.” Scott announced from the sidelines, again, with his gameshow voice. You laughed and Scott shot you a wink.

“Okay, Miles, tell you what. You let me have Y/N, and I will give you a scoop of ice cream. Deal?” Chris asked.

“No way.”

“Two scoops?”

“No way.”

“Now, come on. How about three scoops?”

“I’m not a child, Uncle Chris.”

“Well, well, well. Okay man-to-man talk, eh?” Chris took a deep breath and puffed out his chest. “How about… the entire… pint?” He dragged out his sentence.

You turned to look at Miles and you could almost see his brain working out the mathematics. Nobody said a word for a full minute. The rest of the family were too invested in this “fight” between the uncle and nephew and were all waiting for Miles’ answer. From the corner of your eyes, you could see Scott, Carly and Shanna popping popcorn into their mouths like they are watching a movie.

“Okayyyyy.” Miles said slowly while putting his arms into a fold around his chest. “One pint.”

“Okay, de-” Chris opened his mouth but was stopped by Miles.

“One pint of double chocolate chip cookies ice cream every week for the rest of my life.” Miles continued.

“What?!” Chris was taken aback with the counter. “I don’t wike this.” Chris muttered under his breath.

“Oh, I don’t think I like this very much too! Imagine the dental costs!” Carly exclaimed.  

“Okay fine, we have a deal!” Chris said and extended his arm to shake hands with Miles. “Sorry, sis. I got to say yes. For Y/N.” Chris looked apologetically at Carly.

“Oh oooh! Do we have a gentlemen’s agreement between the two?” Scott continued to narrate the situation.

“Yes, we do.” Miles said and he shook Chris’ hand. Miles then turned to look at you. “Aunt Y/N, you may not be mine, but every night when I close my eyes, I will think about you. And you can share my ice cream with me.” Your heart burst with his sweetness and you gave him a big hug. “Thank you Miles. You’ll always be my Little Prince.” You responded with a kiss on his cheeks.

“Okay viewers, and we have the final result. Y/N is…. Chris Evans’!” Scott announced grandly.

“Finally!” Chris exclaimed, pulling you into a hug. “You’re mine!”

As soon as he said that, Dodger ran over to the two of you. He placed his paw on Chris’ arm to pull him away from you and barked at him.

“No, come on, you’re fighting her with me too?!” Chris’ brows snapped together, eliciting huge laughter from the rest of the family.

“And the saga continues.” Scott announced.

Hahaha Chris has competition 🤣

She’s Mine!

Summary: Chris Evans’s got competition.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Fluffffffffff. <3

Like and Reblog if you enjoy this! Thank you loves! <3

You were looking forward to having dinner at Chris’ family home. Since you started dating him two years ago, dinner with his family became a norm and a routine. Even when Chris was out of town for work, you were there, spending time with his family, sometimes even having sleepovers with his niece and nephews. Naturally, you’ve gotten close to Lisa, Scott, Shanna and Carly and they’ve always treated you as one of their own. “Chris had better make you an official Evans soon or I’m gonna give him the scolding of his life.” Lisa would often tease when you attended dinner on your own.

After being away for a while for his press conferences and movie premieres, Chris was finally home and he was excited to see you and his family. You laughed as you listened to him ramble on about the movie merchandise from Buzz Lightyear that he got the children. His energy was unmatchable whenever he talked about Disney. Well, except maybe for Dodger, who was wagging his tail excitedly at the back seat of the car, bobbing his head at Chris while he demonstrated how the toys worked. Sometimes you wonder how you could get so lucky with the both of them.

“Look at this, Y/N.” Chris laughed as he tried to fly a Buzz figurine into your line of sight at the red light.

“Yes, I see him, Chris. Maybe Buzz would like to take over the wheels instead? I don’t mind going to infinity and beyond, as long as it’s with this one.” You teased, and turned around to give Dodger a kiss. Dodger reacted by resting his head on your shoulders, which elicited a huge “Awwwwww” from your lips.

“Hey, come on, I’m sitting right here, you can see me too right?” Chris pouted at you. You turned to look at him, but instead of stroking his hurt feelings, you stuck out your tongue at him.

You pulled into the driveway of Chris’ family home, and had barely even stepped out of the car when you heard your name being shouted from inside the house. Before you could react, three pairs of hands enveloped you. “Aunt Y/N! We missed you!” the kids screamed in unison. You laughed and gave each of the three children a hug back. “I miss you guys too!”

From the other side of the car, Chris stepped out and drew out his arms, waiting for a hug from his niece and nephews too. Chris erupted into laughter as he picked each of the kids up effortlessly. You and Dodger followed behind Chris, who was now a human transporter, with three children clung onto different parts of his body as he wobbled into the house. The children had not seen their uncle for a few months, and you could tell how much they missed each other.

After the usual hugs, kisses and greeting with the family, Lisa called for everyone to sit down for dinner. You assumed your usual spot, and Chris naturally followed and pulled out the seat next to you. Before he could sit down though, Miles came dashing over and swooped into the chair like a ninja. “My seat! I want to sit next to my princess Y/N.” Miles said and smiled at you.

“Wha- What just happened?!” Chris exclaimed, confused and seat-less. “Princess Y/N?”

“Yeah, she is my Princess Y/N and I am her Prince, uncle Chris.” Miles replied matter-of-factly, almost as if he was explaining that 1 + 1 was 2 to Chris.

“Oh, yeah? Since when huh, you little ninja?” Chris playfully challenged.

“Since always. I’m going to marry Y/N when I am older.” Miles stuck out his tongue at Chris. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m starting to see a lot of similarities between the two of you.” Chris tutted. “And hey, Y/N is mine, and I’m going to marry her first.”

“No, me first.”

“No, me!”

“No, she’s mine!”

“Nuh uh, she’s mine!”

“No, Uncle Chris, she’s mine!” 

“No, she’s mine!” Chris walk to you and planted a kiss on your cheeks.

“She’s mine!” Miles tried to pull Chris away from you.

“Okay, all right, you two kids, settle down. Why don’t we have dinner first, and then we will discuss who is going to marry Y/N.” Lisa laughed as she clapped her hands together. “Now, Chris, you can go sit at the other side of Y/N.” Chris walked over to your other side, his narrowing eyes not leaving Miles.

You laughed and mouthed a “thank you” at Lisa.

“Well, mum, at least we know it’s a done deal. Y/N is going to be part of the family officially.” Carly said and shot you a knowing smile.

“Yeah, it’s just a matter of how fast. Is it in 2 years or 20 years? We shall find out after dinner.” Scott chimed in, in his best gameshow voice. 

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🤣 too cute 🥰

He’d fuck me into silence but you can be damn sure I’d be a mouthy little brat as soon as I’d recovered 🥵

Your Dark!Steve is my jaaaaaaaaam!!

Under The Cover Of Darkness

Summary: Managing to escape Lloyd is a feat in itself, but staying hidden? Impossible.

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader.

Words: 1.2K.

Warnings: non-con/dub-con, explicit sexual content, detailed violence/murder, knife play, mentions of somnophilia, mentions of past drugging, dacryphilia, female masturbation, multiple (forced-ish) orgasms, 18+. MINORS DNI.

A/N: I haven’t described Lloyd as “dark” because that’s legit canon, but consider him just as unhinged as he is in TGM. Yeah, I’m fully on board this sociopath train, but can ya blame me? Major thank you to @sparkledfirecracker​ for the shameless enablement and to my beta Stacey who always manages to work wonders with my utter garbage first/second/twelfth drafts. Beta: @princessmisery666​ but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support our content creators by sharing our work.

“Michael?” you sleepily mutter, stretching out and feeling cold sheets beside you. Running your palms over them, you panic for a moment, leaning up on your elbow as your eyes blearily scan the room for any sign of your boyfriend. Your breath quickens in fear, but as your gaze lands on a strip of light coming from your en-suite, you slump back against the pillows in quiet relief. 

It’s okay, he’s just in the bathroom. It’s okay, he’s just in the bathroom. 

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This was my reaction the first/second and twelfth time reading it through and it’s just a deliciously depraved reading it again 🥵❤️‍🔥

Yay 😃 you posted 😘

I fucking love this, I love you and I love brainstorming with you.

Mean Steve is a fucking asshole and I love him all the more for it 🥰😍😡

Me to Steve after this punishment:

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, your Mean Steve is a fucking kink of mine!!