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Hey everyone!
I’ve been getting a lot of messages about where I’ve been/if I’ll post anything soon.
Truthfully, I have no inspiration for this page anymore. I feel like I’ve squeezed every last drop out of it - and I’m finally finished (for the foreseeable future at least).
It was great, and so much fun, and it allowed me creative freedom I couldn’t find anywhere else. It helped me develop as a writer, and I loved being part of such a large community.
Thank you to every who ever supported me - onto the next chapter.
- afeb x
Chris swooned as he picked up the little bib that said Messy Monkey on the front. “Fucking Christ that’s so cute,”
I giggled at his fowl mouth. “Can we carry on shopping now?” I asked.
“Oh look at this!” As he leant down and picked up a onesie that said Daddy’s Girl. “I wonder if they make one big enough for you?”
I snorted and snatched the clothing from him, hanging it up. “Shut up,”
We carried on around the store, not entirely following the list as we seemed to walk out with a lot more than we had planned. Chris spent the rest of the day cooing at children’s clothing online, showing me a very sweet and adorable thing he came across.
We went to sleep happily, the world passing by. I was woken up with Chris nudging my shoulder and shoving his phone in my face.
“Look,” I groggily sat up and took the phone from him, my eyes adjusting and looking down.
Chris and Y/N Expecting? Couple Seen Looking At Baby Clothes
Chris to be a Father: The Latest in Hollywood Couples
“Daddy’s Girl”: Chris Evans to be the Father of a Baby Girl
I giggled a little. “God they can really make a story out of anything, can’t they?”
“Hilarious, right?” Chris chuckled. “I personally think we should fulfil those headlines,”
I laughed. “Maybe not right now, but we could practice?”
“Enough said,” I squealed as Chris tackled me to the bed.
“Good girl,” Chris groaned beneath me.
I whined at the praise and leant forward to plant my hands on his chest. Chris smacked my behind harshly, a moan falling past my parted lips as my head rolled back.
Chris looked up at me with dark eyes, his hips shifting beneath mine which caused only buried himself deeper inside me. I hissed, a small sting of pain before being replaced by pleasure. A smirk graced his lips.
“Too big for you?” He teased in his thick, deep accent.
I nodded pathetically and carried on with my rushed movements. I gazed down and an idea popped into my head. Slowly, my right hand inched up his chest. I felt over his hard pecks, over his collarbone until I reached the base of his neck. Chris was far too enthralled in pleasure to notice my intention. My fingers wrapped around his neck, Chris’ eyes snapping open.
“Baby?” He questioned.
“Shh,” I cooed softly.
I squeezed lightly, testing the waters. Chris groaned a little and bucked his hips again. I squeezed tightly, putting pressure on either side of his neck. Chris’ cheeks flushed red as he pinched his eyes shut. His breath grew a little ragged, strained and I let go.
Confidence escaped me as I went to take my hand away. Chris quickly caught my wrist and forced my hand back around his neck. I bit my lip and squeezed again. Chris groaned deeply, the vibrations were felt through my hand. His hips stuttered before he came, a low moan falling past his lips. I continued to squeeze his neck through his orgasm.
My fingers soothed over the red skin gently as his eyes opened. “Fuck,” he sighed.
I giggled. “Who knew,”
“Not me,” he said back. “Did you like doing it?” He asked.
I blushed and shrugged my shoulders. “A little,”
Chris smirked up at me. “Do it again,”
“Boston-“
“Please stop-“
“Car-“
“Y/N, I’m not kidding,”
“Park the car,”
Chris dropped his book into his lap and lulled his head to look at me. “You aren’t funny,”
“I beg to differ,” I giggled as I sat on the sofa next to him. “I love when you talk to other Bostonians,”
“Stop,” he whined.
“Your accent gets all thick and manly,” I playfully said. “And you start talking about cars and plumping and mechanics-“
“Seriously, I’m gonna need you to stop,” he smiled. “Besides, you’re the one with the posh accent,”
“I do not have a posh accent,” I scoffed.
“Spiffing, crumpets and tea, I get to differ darling!” Chris put on a terrible British accent.
“I don’t sound like that,” I grumbled.
“Oh Mama and Papa, do pass the chutney and cheese!”
“I have never once said that!” I defended.
“See? Isn’t so fun when you’re the butt of the joke,” Chris nudged my arm lightly.
“Your accent is worse than mine,” I huffed, giggling a little as Chris rolled his eyes.
“Don’t mind it when I’m talking filth into your-“
“Ew! Gross, stop that,” he snorted and pressed a heavy kiss to my cheek, standing up and sauntering out of the room.
“I’m off to the drawing room to touch myself, care to join me my dear?” Chris said.
“We don’t have a drawing room,”
“Bedroom it is,”
I never wanted children, and Chris wanted me, so we met in the middle with marriage. We lived happily but each time chris saw a baby he let out a little coo of sadness knowing he’d never have one.
For years I stuck to my beliefs and refused to even entertain the idea: that was until my friend, Charlotte, gave birth and for the first time I saw Chris with a newborn.
His large body encompassing the small baby, strong arms holding her closely. His nose would lean down and softly run across her cheeks, causing the little creature to offer out a whine of happiness. Chris seemed to have a permanent smile on his face and my mind began to wander.
What would he be like with our child? Would he be a good father? Did he resent me for never giving him a child? How would he fuck one into me…
“Y/N?” My head snapped to Chris who was carefully passing the baby over to Charlotte. “They’re heading off now,”
“Oh! So soon?” I stood.
Charlotte cooed down to the small baby. “Mommy is very tired, isn’t she?”
I softly chuckled and followed as we walked towards the door. “Same time next week?” I asked.
Charlotte nodded. “Absolutely, thanks!”
The door slammed shut and I cast my eye to Chris. He was still smiling happily and leant down to kiss my cheek, moving past me to the living room. I watched as he collected the coffee cups scattered around the table.
“You okay?” He asked.
I nodded. “Baby was cute,”
Chris groaned. “Don’t get me started, she was adorable,”
He stood, cups in hand. “You looked good with her,”
Chris wiggled his brows. “Why thank you,”
I followed him into the kitchen. “Really good, actually,” I leant against the doorway.
“How so?” Chris ask, clanking the cups into the sink.
I shrugged. “Just liked seeing you hold her, she looked tiny in your arms,”
Chris folded his arms. “Okay…”
“You looked like a dad,” I said. “You looked happy,”
Chris slowly walked towards me. “Is there something you wanna talk to me about?”
I pressed my back flush against the doorway, Chris placing his arm over my head and leant into me. I peered up at him with wide eyes, my hands slowly coming up to plant on his chest.
“I thought, maybe…if you wanted-“
“Yes?”
“Maybe we could make one,” I whispered. “A baby,”
Chris paused for a moment, brows tugging down a little. He shuffled on his feet. “But you don’t want kids,”
I shrugged. “I don’t think it would be all bad if it was with you,”
A slow smile tugged on his lips. “You want one?”
Quickly I looped my arms around his neck and pressed my body to his. “If you’ll let me,”
His arms wrapped around my waist. “You have no idea how long I’ve thought about this,”
Chris pressed a kiss to my cheek before trailing them down my neck. My breath quickened as my hands slid into his hair, softly tugging. My lips ticked his ear.
“Please put a baby in me,” I lowly whispered.
“You fucking minx,” I squeaked as Chris hoisted me up. I wrapped my legs securely around his waist as Chris began to march us to the bedroom.
I giggled in his ear as he pinched my behind before delivering a slap. Chris kicked the door open with his foot, his lips sucking on my neck as I let out a small whine. He collapsed onto the bed, me on top, and ran his hands over my thighs.
“Are we really doing this?” I asked breathily as I eased his t shirt over his head.
“If you want to,” he mumbled as my top followed suit.
“I do,” I cupped his cheeks and pressed my lips to his. “I do,”
I shouted out a laugh as Chris quickly rolled us over, his face burying into my neck. I gasped as his teeth sank into my flesh, my hips bucking up against his. Chris growled against me.
“Never fucked you without a condom,” Chris hummed lowly.
“You excited?” I giggled back.
I gasped as Chris rolled his hips, letting me feel how painfully hard he was. I whimpered softly and peered up at him.
Chris hasilty bunched my skirt around my waist and pulled my underwear down my legs, throwing them haphazardly with the shirts. He struggled to undo his belt, allowing my small hands to do the work for him. Once the button was popped, I eased my hand into his jeans and cupped his length. Chris shut his eyes and breathed out a sigh of relief.
“That’s my good girl,” he croaked.
I bit my lip. “Fuck a baby into me Daddy,”
Chris groaned as I slipped my hand from his underwear and softly giggled. He eased himself out and gave a few leisurely strokes, casually running his tip up and down me. I jumped as he nudged my bundle of nerves.
“You gonna take what I give you?” He asked, easing his tip in.
I let out a high pitched moan. “Yes!”
Chris’ jaw slacked, a breathy moan escaping him as he bottomed out. He dropped down onto his forearms and caged me in, nose bumping mine which caused a faint giggle to muscle past my lips. Chris sheepishly smile down at me.
“So warm,” he softly mused. “So fucking snug,”
“Just for you,” I softly cooed, my eyes rolling to the back of my head and Chris began to thrust.
He moved quickly and tightly, a man in a mission. Small grunts fell from Chris as my high pitched whines and moans filled the room. He buried his head into the crook of my neck and nipped the skin, my back arching into him as my stomach bubbled.
“I’m gonna-Chris!” My hands flew to his shoulders and my nails bit his skin.
Chris hissed softly into my ear, pushing me through my high. “Take it,” he huffed. “Take it,”
He came with a long, low groan. I could almost feel the vibration in my chest. Chris let out a soft sigh, face moving to look down at me. My hands softly stroked over his beard as a wide smile came across both our faces.
Chris’ large hand came to stroke over my forehead. “Feeling good?” I nodded at his question. “Still…still okay with what we just did?”
“Yes,” I blushed. “Are you?”
“I’m gonna be a Dad,” he lightly whispered. “We’re gonna be parents,”
I giggled softly, leaning up to kiss his lips. “Yeah we are baby.”
I scrunched my nose as Chris pulled out a pack of cigarettes and put one to his lips. He lit it and happily puffed away. His eyes met mine and Chris furrowed his brows.
“What?” He asked, taking a long drag.
“I hate when you smoke,” I said as I ran my hand over the wooden garden table before me.
Chris rolled his eyes and puffed out a blume of smoke. “It’s fine,”
I huffed. “What a waste of money just to give yourself lung cancer, I can take you to a radioactive plant and shove you in the reactor if you want it that bad,”
Chris chuckled at my remark. “It helps my anxiety,”
“I’ll show you anxiety when you’re getting chemo,” I quipped as I stood and grabbed his empty beer bottle.
I left Chris laughing as I walked back into the house. Chris had smoked for as long as I could remember. He seemed to permanently have a cigarette between his fingers and always a pack in his back pocket. He promised he’d quit when we first started dating but never did, so now I simply rolled my eyes and left him to his cancer sticks.
In all honesty, I couldn’t be too proud about it as I used to smoke too. Chris didn’t know that, and if he ever found out I’d be painfully teased for it.
A few weeks passed and I was at work, handling carefully an old vase someone had donated to the museum. The gloves made it hard to hold still the slippy china, and before I could even catch it, it fell and shattered on the floor.
Fellow historians around me winced at my mistake. Fuck. I was going to be fired. My boss assured me that these things happen and although it would have added to the collection, at the end of the day, it was simply a vase with no real historical importance. Still, my stress levels had never been so high.
So, without thinking on the way home, I bought a pack of cigarettes. I pulled into the driveway and saw Chris was out. I rummaged through the draws in the kitchen and found a lighter. Standing outside, I lit one and took a long awaited drag. I sighed happily, taking another puff.
“I fucking knew it,” I jumped and swung round to see Chris with a big smirk on his lips.
“Wait, no, it isn’t what it looks like,” I panicked, stubbing out the stick.
“Really? Cos it looks like you’re smoking,” he said.
“Look, I had a really stressful day-“
“Oh, but why would use cigarettes to curb anxiety?” He quipped. “What a stupid thing, you’ll get cancer you know, then you’ll know anxiety,”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine, you’re right,”
Chris bellowed a laugh. “Come on then, what happened?”
“I dropped an artefact at work and broke it,” I said.
Chris’ face dropped. “Oh,”
“It was awful, my boss said not to worry but fuck!” I practically fell into his chest.
Chris cooed me softly. He pulled away and grabbed the small box from my hand, taking two and lighting them both. He gave me one as we sat on the edge of the back step and smoked silently, my head resting on his shoulder.
“I’m never letting this go,” Chris said after a moment.
“Yeah, I know,”
I walked around the backyard, talking to our guests and smiling happily at their praises for our BBQ. My husband, Harry, was manning the grill, all the men scattered around him, listening to his secret tips in how to grill the perfect burger. Well, nearly all the men.
Chris stood near the back garden doors, beer in hand, eyes on me. I caught his gaze a few times and blushed at the secret winks he’d throw my way. I never had any intention of having an affair, and I did love my husband dearly. He was kind, tentative and sickeningly supportive.
But he was boring.
He’d been pulling the same moves since we were seventeen and I needed something else. I’d tried, embarrassingly, to spice things up with him. Costumes, whips, even chains once, but each time he turned his nose up and went back to missionary. I’d tried to suggest semi-public sex but he didn’t get it, I’d tried a daddy-kink, but he hated it. He was just a plain, simple guy.
And I wasn’t.
I needed someone to fulfil my sexual fantasies. I’d stuck to porn and whatever toys I’d bought, but I needed human contact. Harry had made us move to Boston for work, and we’d settled in nicely to the community. They’d thrown a welcome party for us the second week we’d been here; and that’s when I met Chris.
He’d been funny and charming, and that night we swapped numbers. We became friends. Chris showed me the city while Harry was at work, he showed me everything it felt like. And on one lunch date, he kissed me, and I liked it.
We went home that day and had sex for the first time. He was so responsive to me, asking what I wanted, how it felt. Two years later and we’re still running around in the shadows together, a friends-with-benefits situation.
“Baby, could you grab some more buns for me?” Harry called from the BBQ.
“Will do!” I smiled back.
“I love you,” the girls cooed at his display of affection.
Harry smirked as I blushed. “I love you too,”
I walked past Chris who had a sour expression on his face, following closely behind me. “What a tactical move,” Chris said. “I love you,” 
“He does love me, you know,” I quipped back with a smile.
“Yeah yeah, do you love him?” Chris swigged his beer.
“Of course I do,” I laughed.
Chris rolled his eyes. We never usually spoke about my marriage, Chris grumbling any time he even saw Harry and I together.
“Great,” he said.
I walked past with buns in my hand. Carefully, I looked around. The coast was clear and I leant up to sponge a quick kiss to his lips.
“Jealousy doesn’t look cute on you,” I teased. I squeaked as Chris pinched my behind.
“Your husband awaits,” he whispered into my ear.
I skipped out with a beaming smile and handed Harry the buns. He kissed me in front of everyone and I wondered if he could taste Chris’ beer on my lips. The day went on and the crowd thinned until it was just Chris, Harry and I. Chris was helping me wash up.
“I’m gonna shower,” Harry said as he kissed my cheek. “Be a bit,”
He left the room and I smiled warmly at Chris. I continued to wash the plethora of dishes that were stacked beside me, Chris drying a plate and bumping his hip with him. I giggled and bumped him back.
Chris peered over his shoulder to the empty kitchen, waiting a moment before putting down his dish towel and moving to stand behind me.
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
His hands smoothed over my hips. “Shh,” he cooed into my ear.
We’d never done anything with Harry in the house. “Stop, he’ll catch us,”
“And?” My breath hitched as Chris eased the skirt of my dress up.
“And it’ll ruin what we have,” I said.
“Or make it better,” his hand dipped into the front of my underwear and immediately found my bundle of nerves.
My head tilted back against his shoulder as I ground my backside into his crotch. Chris toyed teasingly with me for a few moments before drawing lazy circles into me.
“Chris,” I breathily sighed.
“So wet, so responsive,” he gently cooed into my hair. “You like the idea of your little husband walking in?”
I blushed and shook my head. “No,”
“Liar,” he nipped my earlobe. “Know you love being fucked in public, maybe even in front of people,”
My wet and soapy hand came out of the water and grab his forearm, squeezing tightly. “Fuck,”
“You like that? Might get some buddies ‘round one night and fuck your brains out in front of them,” Chris lowly promised. “Maybe even invite Harry,”
I whined loudly and Chris immediately cupped my hand. “Gotta be quiet doll,”
I nodded and softly whimpered, grinding my hips against his hand. Chris quickened his fingers as my teeth sank into his palm, he winced in my ear.
“You gonna cum?” I nodded. “Do it, cum on my fingers,”
I came with a whimper and a jump, Chris working me through my high as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I slumped against him, his hand falling from my mouth. Chris wrapped his arms warmly around me, holding me tight.
“Fuck,” I swore with a giggle.
He didn’t say anything, just squeezed me tighter. “I think I lo-“ he stopped talking as we heard footsteps trotting down the stairs.
Chris quickly moved away and picked up a plate as Harry walked back in. His hair was wet and tousled, pyjamas on and an easy smile on his face. Harry looked at me and furrowed his brows.
“You feeling okay? You look really flushed,” his hand cupped my cheek.
“Just tired,” it wasn’t exactly a lie.
“I’ll get off,” Chris said.
Chris patted my shoulder and squeezed softly before sticking his hand out for Harry to shake. My blush deepened as I realised it was the hand that was just down my underwear. Harry took his and I wanted to laugh.
“Thanks man, see you around,” they both smiled. Chris shot me a cheeky wink and left the house. “I like that guy, seems nice,”
“Oh he’s alright,”
“And this is the master bedroom,” the estate agent gestured to the sizeable room.
Chris kept a poker face, however I softly smiled. “It’s big,”
“It really is,” the agent mused. “I’ll leave you guys to take a look around on your own,”
As soon as we were alone, Chris tugged me into his chest and looked around. “It’s nice,” he said.
I scrunched my nose. “But it isn’t home,”
Chris agreed and shook his head, pecking my lips once. “I want somewhere smaller, further away from the city,”
I nodded in agreement. “But we need some space if we want to start having kids,” I noted casually, my stomach flipping at the thought.
Chris smiled. “I still get excited when you say that,”
“Me too,” Chris leant down and pressed a heavier kiss to my lips, tongue skimming over my bottom lip before tangling with my own.
I looped my arms around his neck as Chris eased his hands down to cup my behind through the flowy skirt I wore. I squeaked and giggled against his lips.
“Not here,” I mumbled.
“We have at least twenty minutes,” Chris hummed as he trailed his lips down my neck.
I sighed. “It’s so inappropriate,” I whispered.
Chris simply squeezed my behind tightly and pulled back, looking down at me with that oh so familiar glint in his eye.
“You said you wanted kids,” he wiggled his eyebrows. “Come on, lemme give you a baby,”
My sense began to slacken as I peered into his eyes. Warily I looked at the door, before looking back up to Chris. I didn’t say a word, simply leant up on my tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his lips.
Chris immediately lifted me up and pressed me against the nearest wall. My legs wrapped around his waist as my fingers weaved into his hair, lightly tugging and leading his lips back to my neck. His teeth sunk into the flesh of my collar bone, making me mewl.
“Gotta be quiet,” Chris grumbled against my shoulder, easing my skirt to bunch up around my thighs.
“Sorry,” I whispered.
Chris skilfully unbuckled his belt with one hand and pulled out his aching cock. My mouth watered as he ran his tip over my clothed core before his fingers pushed the material to the side.
“I’m gonna be quick,” he breathed.
I nodded and closed my eyes, my head resting back against the wall. My breath hitched as he nudged into me before easing himself in. A deep sigh left his lips, his hands pressing my tightly against the wall.
“Fuck,” I swore quietly.
Chris began his bruising pace, hips snapping relentlessly into me. My body jerked against the wall and I wondered if the estate agent was nearby. My thoughts soon melted away as Chris began to suck on my neck again, leaving a deep purple bruise.
“Take it,” he muttered quietly.
My fist came to my mouth as I bit down on my knuckles, my eyes pleadingly looking at Chris who had taken a moment to watch me. A cocky smirk graced his face for a second before his brows pinched down. His jaw began to slacken and I knew what was coming.
“Please,” I quietly begged.
“Oh fuck,” his hips stilled as he filled me up.
Chris rest his forehead against mine as he slowly thrust through his orgasm. I whimpered at the feeling of him twitching, legs constricting tighter around him.
There was a pause before Chris placed me down on the floor. A blush crept up my cheeks as I sorted out my under under Chris’ intense gaze. As soon as I was done Chris pulled me close and pressed a heavy kiss to my lips.
“That was so immoral,” I whined.
“It was fun though,” he winked back. “I like the idea of you talking to someone with my cum leaking down your legs,”
I shoved him away as my face turned red, Chris bellowing out a laugh. “Shut up,”
His fingers laced through mine as he led me through the house, the estate agent standing by the front door. “Any good?” She asked.
“Not exactly what we’re looking for,” Chris said.
“That’s fine, but that master bedroom is beautiful,” she chatted as we left the house.
“Oh yeah, bet you can get up to a lot in there,” I hit Chris’ chest as he laughed, the estate agent giving us a funny looking before locking the door.
remember when i didn’t post for a year? Might do that again … lol jokes … unless??
*spoilers* Zemo didn’t escape here lol :)
It had been a testing day. All the days lately seemed that way. John Walker had killed a man, taken the serum and Bucky had discovered that his arm could be removed. That fact had hit him hard, harder than I thought, and he had lashed out at me only a few minutes ago. I’m sure everyone in the townhouse heard, maybe even the neighbours.
So now I sat alone in the dark, in the plush living room thinking how my life had changed so much in the course of a month. I wanted to roll my eyes when I saw Zemo stroll in.
“Rough night?” He joked.
“Shut up,” I grumbled back.
He went to the kitchen. “My wife and I used to fight all the time,” there was a dip in his voice.
He came back with two glasses of wine in his hands. Warily, I took one from him. “What did you guys fight about?” I asked.
Zemo shrugged. “Things that seem silly now,”
“I didn’t know it would be this hard,” I whispered after a beat of silence.
Zemo softly chuckled. “You’re boyfriend is the Winter Soldier, it was always going to be hard.”
I wanted to slap him, but instead I sipped my wine and prayed he’d leave me alone. Instead, Zemo settled further down into the sofa. I wanted to ask him more about his family before The Avengers came, what his life was like. But I didn’t want to create a falsehood of friendship with him. We certainly weren’t that.
“You know,” Zemo said. “Life would get easier if you walked away,”
I scoffed. “Stop it,”
“I’m being serious,” he said. “You wouldn’t have to run around the world chasing after him, you wouldn’t have to worry, you could be normal,”
Slowly I looked over at him. “But…” I trailed off.
“You do so much for him,” Zemo said. “And what does he do? Yells at you, treats you like nothing,”
“He doesn’t mean to,” I meekly said.
“Doesn’t he?” Zemo asked. “He’s a Super Soldier, violence is wired into them, it’s only a matter of time before he really snaps,”
I suddenly stood, placing down my wine and pacing. “Shut up!” I yelled.
“You know it, I know you do, you can’t be that stupid,” he casually said.
“Bucky is a good man and would never hurt me,” I said.
Zemo only smirked over the rim of the glass. “Y/N, he already has.”
I pinched my eyes shut and rubbed my temples. “You don’t know him,”
“I know him better than you,”
“No you don’t!” I yelled. “You know the Winter Soldier, they are two very different people,”
Zemo chuckled. “Can you not see? They are the same,”
“Would the Winter Soldier buy me flowers?” I snapped. “Would he rub my shoulders after work, clean the apartment when he’s bored, hold me so close at night I think he’d suffocate me?” I ranted. “Would the Winter Soldier tell me stupid jokes when I’m sad, would he make dinner when I’m tired, care for me when I’m sick?”
Zemo went to speak. “Y/N-“
“No he wouldn’t,” I interrupted. “But Bucky does. You know the cold hearted killing machine, I know that sweet and caring man,”
Zemo stared at me for a moment. “You talk like he hung the moon for you,”
“Maybe he did, god knows he’d try,” I huffed back.
Zemo stood and nodded behind me, a smile coming over his face before turning on his heels and walking away. It was comical really, turning around to see Bucky stood in the archway. His eyebrows were knitted together, arms hanging by his side.
There was a long pause. “You really think those things about me?” Bucky finally whispered.
“I think the world of you,”
