#cevans fic rec | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

harryistheonlyoneforme · 1 year

Note

in relation to this post, could we get some super nasty breeding kink sex when he comes home from a mission? i imagine him just feral and needing you so bad all rough and the nastiest words coming from him

Conception*

a/n: there’s no link or anything but I’m assuming you’re talking about the steve edit i posted LOLLLL

summary: Steve comes home from a high risk mission and decides he doesn’t want to wait any longer

warnings: smut, lil bit of angst, breeding kink, rough sex, dirty talk, creampie ofc, needy Steve, aftercare

word count: 2.6k

YN hums softly along to Video Games by Lana Del Ray, a look of concentration adorning her face as she puts the finishing touches on the dinner she’s prepared. She’s expecting Steve home sometime tomorrow morning so she fills a tupperware container full of half the delicious meal she made.

Her stomach grumbles in hunger as soon as she gets a whiff of the potatoes, steamed vegetables, and steak bites, her mouth practically watering in anticipation. Once she’s plated the other half for herself, she makes her way to the couch and sits down to enjoy.

A small smile forms on her face and she does a little happy dance as she quickly turns on her favorite show and digs in. She manages to finish almost the whole plate and sits it on the coffee table in front of her, pulling her legs up onto the couch to relax as she finishes up another episode.

When it’s over she finally forces herself up off the couch and to the kitchen to clean up the dishes she’s messed up, turning on some more music to keep her focused. Just as she’s finishing up, she hears the sound of her front door being opened and ultimately slammed shut. She apprehensively makes her way to the entrance of the kitchen and peeks her head out, relieved to see Steve standing in the living room, still in his uniform.

“You scared the shit out of me,” she chuckles, stepping into the room with him. Only then does she realize he’s literally panting as if he’d ran here from his mission, and she frowns as she begins to ask him what’s wrong.

Before she can even blink he’s got her pinned against their living room wall, his lips on hers. It takes her a moment but then she’s kissing him back with the same amount of aggression he gave her, and then he’s lifting her up until their hips are touching, immediately grinding against her.

The material of his suit is causing great friction, the fact that she’s wearing nothing but a pair of flimsy panties helping as well. They’re moaning into each other’s mouths, as they grind against one another, desperate to get off as quickly as possible.

They’re both lost in the bliss of their bodies on one another until Steve pulls away abruptly. “No,” he shakes his head. “Can’t take you right here, it’s not right. Have to go to the bed,” he says, but it’s more to himself than her, and she’s obliging and turning to leave. Until he grabs her arm and pulls her back to him, hoisting her up to his waist and pressing his lips to hers again. His hands move down to grip her ass cheeks as he begins the trek to their room, and he somehow manages to successfully tear the panties off of her with one hand, letting them fall to the floor as he walks.

As they finally make their way into the neat bedroom, he tosses YN onto the bed and she sees the literally feral look in his eyes, not concerned but curious as to what’s got him this way. Before she can ask him, he’s on her again, his hand reaching forward to palm her breasts, but she needs to make sure his head is in the right place before they move forward.

He’s a bit shocked when she rejects him, making him snap out of whatever daze he’d been in. “Steve. What’s going on with you?” she questions, a look of confusion on her face as she tries to think of what’s made him this way.

He looks at her for a beat as he reads her face, trying to figure out what the best way is to say this. A quick battle in his mind leads to him just coming right out and saying it. “I wanna have a baby,” he blurts, and YN’s eyes widen a fraction before going back to normal. For a moment it’s just silence, and he’s worried he’s done something wrong.

“Are you…sure about this?” she questions, choosing her words wisely. “I thought you weren’t ready,” she finishes. Her eyes wander over his face as she makes sure there’s nothing off with his demeanour, and sure enough, it’s the Steve she knows. But that doesn’t quell her confusion.

Steve is slightly offended by her question, his mood shifting just a bit. “What do you mean am I sure? Why else would I say this?” he scoffs, moving off of her to sit next to her. She sits up when he does, now a bit upset at his tone.

“Steve, just last month you told me you weren’t ready. You can’t be mad at me for wanting to be sure,” she reasons. Steve is confused for a moment until it all clicks.

One month earlier

YN and Steve both finally have a free day, deciding to spend it together. Instead of staying home, though, they opt for a day out on the town, hitting some shops and even stopping at a nearby bakery. In quiet bakery, they sit and indulge in their pastries and coffee as they make conversation about anything under the sun, until the sound of small cries catch their attention.

They both whip their heads over to the source and see a little baby boy no more than a few months old crying, and after a few moments of investigation they realize he’s dropped his binky out of the stroller. YN hops up and grabs it for the overwhelmed mother, tapping her on the shoulder as she’d been trying to console her son.

The woman is a little startled by YN’s presence but her eyes soften as she realizes what she’s holding, thanking YN for returning the binky back to her. “No problem, I couldn’t just leave it down there while you tried to find it or figure out where it was,” she explains, smiling softly. From there, the woman and YN go into a small conversation about her son, and YN’s heart just melts at how fondly the mother, whose name she found out was Harper, spoke of her son Jacob.

The two finish up their conversation with an exchange of numbers, and YN heads back to Steve with a pep in her step, sitting down with a smile. Almost immediately she goes into how cute Jacob was and everything she and the mother had talked about. In the midst of her rambling, she hadn’t noticed Steve had gotten quiet until now.

“I can’t wait to be a mom someday! Can you imagine a little me or a little you running around one day?” she asked, still smiling brightly. The smile was quickly wiped from her face when Steve didn’t answer her, but stood up and announced he was ready to go home. Her frown deepens at that, and she quietly gathers her things and they start the trek home, walking in silence beside one another as YN keeps herself from breaking down on the middle of the sidewalk.

They arrive home after what felt like an eternity to her, and she speeds to the bathroom and closes the door behind her, turning on the shower before letting herself begin to cry. She thought she’d been discreet with her sobs, but not long after she hears the bathroom door open and she silences herself. Through the foggy glass of the shower she can see Steve begin to strip down before he’s climbing in with her. Her back is to him but he already knows what’s happening so he turns her to him and pulls her into his chest.

The sobs start up again immediately, now with no restraint as she doesn’t need to hide from him anymore. He’s soothing her silently, rubbing his hand up and down her back and hasn’t stopped scolding himself for the way he reacted. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers once her cries quiet to small sniffles.

She shakes her head against him and he frowns, leaning back to get a good look at her face as she begins to speak. “No, I’m sorry,” she starts, and he’s about to say something but she stops him. “I jumped the gun, I shouldn’t have put so much pressure on you so early. I know we’ve only been married for two months and-,” she’s cut off by the feeling of his lips on hers, silencing her rambling.

“Baby,” he whispers, even more guilty now that she feels it’s her fault. “Stop that right now. This is not your fault, it’s mine. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did,” he firmly tells her, making sure she doesn’t believe she’s at fault. “You did nothing wrong. It’s just…I think I need a little bit more time. My life is so crazy and I want to be invested fully,” he explains.

“I should have expressed that, and I want you to know that as soon as I am ready you will be the first to know,” he finishes.

“I know and I’m sorry. We definitely need more time with just us,” she responds, her worries not completely leaving but staying in the back of her mind for the time being.

Now

“The mission I was just on…we were outnumbered,” he starts, taking her hands in his. “We almost died. And all I could think about as we were fighting as you. How you were here waiting for me to come home. I thought about coming home to you and our kids, the way I know you’d love them the way you love me, and I don’t want to die without getting to experience that with you,” he explains, and she’s listening intently as she takes in his words

“It’s just… I don’t want you to regret this later. I’d rather not be pregnant or a mother alone or have you resent me because I rushed you into this,” she explains to him, expressing her worries.

He was a little hurt by her words but he understands where she’s coming from, frowning as he sees the tears falling from her eyes. Reaching up he thumbs them away before speaking again. “I know, baby. And I’m so sorry I made you feel that way. I would never,” he starts, pausing to think over his next words.

“I’ve taken a break from saving the world for a bit. They’ve got it under control,” he smiles, pulling her in again as she cries harder at his revelation. “All I could think about while I was in there was us and our family, how happy we could be together. There’s nothing I want more,” he finishes, his little speech making her heart melt.

She scans his face for any sign of regret and when she finds none, she’s all in. He can see her eyes change almost immediately, and she’s taking her shirt off before throwing it somewhere in the room. “Well if you’re ready, why don’t we get to it?” she questions, and there’s no hesitation. He’s up and stripping so fast she has no time to comprehend it. The moment he’s naked he finally looks up at her to see her with her legs spread, a hand in between them.

Thinking back on that day now, he can’t believe he even thought like that. All he can imagine now is the fact that he’s about to get his own personal slice of heaven, manhandling YN until she’s on her hands and knees in front of him. To provide himself with even more access to his favourite place he just reaches forward and pushes on her back until her face is buried in the duvet.

Seeing her all dripping and clenching around nothing sends the last bit of his restraint practically bleeding from his body as he takes his cock in his hand and strokes it a few times. YN wants to look back and see what he’s doing but she knows better, staying where he’s placed her.

“Can’t believe this is all for me,” he chokes, rubbing his thumb over the leaking, throbbing tip of himself. It’s only a few more seconds of his filthy moans and grumbling under his breath about how beautiful she looks before she’s inhaling sharply at the feeling of him parting her lips with his thumb and spitting filthily right where she needs him, her weepy hole clenching around nothing in anticipation.

“Please,” she begs, and Steve, never being one to deny her when she looks and sounds so pretty for him, obliges almost instantly. Not even a seconds later he’s gently gripping the base of his aching cock and parts her lips with the head, running it through to lubricate himself before he’s got the tip nudged at her entrance.

The sound it makes when he finally sinks himself into her is nothing short of obscene, a wet squelching sound accompanying the both of their moans of relief. He can barely contain himself when he immediately begins to thrust in and out of her, his body seemingly moving on its own to take what they both need.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to see you pregnant,” he grunts, his thrusts getting harder as his thoughts get dirtier. “Gonna keep you so full of my cum at all times to make sure it sticks. God, I can imagine it now. How beautiful you’ll look round and full of our kids,” he continues, and the way he used it in plural form doesn’t get lost on YN, her loud moans of pleasure being muffled slightly by the sheets.

Steve, always being one to want to hear what he’s doing to her, reaches forward and grabs a fistful of her hair and pulls her up until he can hear her loud and clear. He can feel her legs start to shake and give out beneath her but he’s holding all of her weight up, fucking her as if his life depends on it, and to him it does. “You like the sound of that?” he asks, not slowing his punishing pace.

She can barely nod with the grip he has on her hair but she manages to, choking out a plea for him to do exactly that. “You wanna be so full of my cum at all times that you’re leaking down your legs, exhausted from how many times I work you on my cock?” he grits out through clenched teeth, trying to stave off his impending orgasm in an attempt to wait for hers.

No more words can leave her lips, just cries and sobs of pleasure as he’s drills so deep inside of her she can barely breathe. I mean he has to be puncturing her lungs at this point. Her orgasm is coming and it’s coming fast, but of course she can’t warn Steve, speechless. He knows her inside and out, though, and doesn’t need a warning to know what’s coming. (double pun is crazy)

“I know, don’t have to tell me. I can feel how tight you’re squeezing my cock. Go on, soak me, show me how much you want to be full of me and I’ll do just that,” he demands, and YN, always the obedient one, cums instantaneously. Her orgasm makes his hips stutter immediately as she locks down on him so tight, her body so tense that he can’t move. He lets go of her hair in a split decision, and he’s glad he did. He uses that same hand to reach around and rub at her clit quickly, making her tense up even tighter before relaxing entirely as she squirts all over the bed sheets below them, Steve praising her throughout the entire time.

Her orgasm sends him flying over the edge with a loud swear, his hips flush against hers as he floods her with his warm cum. It seems like it lasts for forever, his balls seeming to get fuller the more he cums. When he’s finally drained of all he has he stays buried inside of her for warmth for a while before he’s pulling out slowly and just sitting there and watching his cum start to drip from her.

He helps her fully lie down on her stomach before he’s getting off the bed, shushing her whines of protest. “Just gonna get you cleaned up, gonna be right back,” he coos, running a hand on her back to ground her a bit more so he can leave. She gives him a weak nod and then he’s hurrying out of the room to get a wet washcloth for her.

The process of cleaning her up is a bit rough with how sensitive she is but he makes it work, cleaning her up quickly and throughly before cleaning himself. He then helps her to the bathroom to pee, her body very weak but he knows she needs to do so.

When she’s all done they end up going into the guest room and sleeping there instead of sleeping on their soaked bed, Steve making a mental note to clean up first thing in the morning, he’s way too exhausted right now. When in the room, he helps her get all comfortable and tucked in before turning off the light and climbing in as well, pulling her into his embrace. The both of them start to doze immediately, and within a few minutes they’re both out, soft snores filling the room.

main masterlist

let me know what you thought about this!!! my ask box is open

requests open as well for all characters and all tropes!!!

2K notes · View notes

satellite-evans · 1 year

Text

Chris Evans loving on his pregnant wife for 20 minutes straight

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Summary: a fan made a video about your husband not being able to keep himself from talking about you and your unborn child at all times.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Fluff. Like y’all know you can’t expect anything else from me at this point

A/N: I would like to say before y'all come to me and say 'my omg you copied @astranva how could you' I didn't. Nova herself is cool with it and I'm just sick of you guys always putting us against each other. We are both fluff writers for the same white dude. Similarities are going to happen. So please, don't attack me, and don't full nova's inbox with bullshit. Thank you. <3

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, talks, vents, recommendations or just simple questions are always welcome.

Happy reading xxx

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site.

Chris Evans is a well-known name in Hollywood. Not only for his looks, his iconic role as Captain America, and his famous left boob grab, but the way he kept talking about you in all his interviews.

There was no denying that he was obsessed with you and even more since you carried his child. This obsession was even noticed by fans that they couldn't help but make a video about their favorite Marvel star.

Chris Evans loving on his pregnant wife for 20 minutes straight.

The trending internet video started with a clip of Chris in his famous white suit standing in front of the cameras at the knives out the premiere.

While everyone was screaming at him and trying to get his attention, his eyes were only locked on you, mesmerized by your beauty and making sure you were okay, that the baby was fine.

"Hey Chris, how are you? Good to see you." The voice of the extratv journalist was heard while she was shaking his hand.

"What was it like to be a part of it and work with the cast?" Her first question came immediately after the introduction and made Chris think for a few seconds.

" Uh, I-It was uh, very humbling, y'know a-a lot very talented people who've had uh very long career in this industry so, a lot to learn."

Just when the interviewer was going to shoot him with another question, Chris showed he was clearly not done with his answer.

"Also, also I would like to say that it meant a lot to my wife, Y/N, too." He pointed towards you, where you were standing next to his publicist, trying not to take his thunder away tonight with your very pregnant belly.

"Oh yeah, Y/N is also here tonight! Let's let her join in this interview too!"

Chris then waved the woman off "No, that's okay. She doesn't like this type of thing and I want to respect that. But yeah, she is the reason I accepted this-the job. She is, y'know- my wife is very into detective work and solving crimes so when the opportunity came I just-I had to take it to make her happy."

The next clip showed Chris yet with another interviewer, but this time he was sitting in front of her with Ana de Armas next to him.

"So first, I wanted to say congratulations to Chris. You and your wife are expecting a baby."

In an instant, a smile grew on his face, and he got excited since the conversation was his favorite topic.

"That's right, yeah." He said, with a smirk on his face and his pink in his mouth.

"So how does that feel, becoming a dad after waiting all those years?"

He answered the question with such ease, " It is exciting, but also intimidating, in a way." He started, "Just like you said the need- I wanted to have a family for so long, you think I would've mentally prepared myself, but it is nothing like that. You're scared, you're nervous, you-you constantly thinking if you're going to be a great dad, y'know? All these questions come up and make you more anxious than you already are but, thankfully I have Y/N, she-"

"Omg, she is amazing," Ana interrupted him.

Chris nodded immediately, agreeing with her statement.

"So amazing. I mean, honestly, without her, I think I would be lost. She is the best wife, the best friend, and I know she is going to be the best mother for our child. I-I don't know what I would do without her."

"That's so cute. I'm so happy for you, Chris."

The next clip was him in Massachusetts, on a set of Defending Jacob posing in front of the cameras with a bunch of fans.

"Man, when are you growing your hair back, we loved it in infinity war!" A man said while recording the encounters between Chris and his fans. He smiled and looked towards the guy who said: " I'm sorry but, the wife doesn't like it, so it's not gonna happen. Whatever she wants."

With that, he waved at the fans for the last time before going back to his trailer. He almost missed the guy's response:

"Never thought Captain America was gonna be pussy-whipped!"

Without turning back, Chris shouted back to him : "Why are you saying like it's a bad thing!"

Another video was added of him at the tonight show starring Jimmy Fallon.

"Did you-where you sad when you had to do the end-last scene?" Jimmy asked him after they started talking about the success of Avengers Endgame.

"Yeah, it was very emotional. I mean, it's emotional. These movies are a huge part of your life. And so, when they come to an end, it really it has an impact. But thankfully, I had my wife by my side who supported me throughout everything and, y'know, was there when I needed that extra emotional support."

"Speaking of your wife, Y/N, congratulations buddy she is pregnant!"

The whole crowd started cheering and clapping, Including Jimmy himself, and Chris could only smile and nod, showing how proud he was.

"Yeah, she is. We're expecting a child together, which sounds so odd when I say it because my dream I had for years finally became a reality."

The whole audience was awed, making Chris swoon.

"I am so happy for you pal, I truly am. So how far along is she?"

He looked in the air, thinking and making sure he was giving the right answers.

"She is- tomorrow she will be 7 months pregnant, yeah. Again, I couldn't be more excited about the whole thing. She is incredible. I mean literally, words don't even describe how much she means to me. I love her so much and can't wait to meet our baby."

"That's incredible news, buddy."

The final clip of the video was a self-recorded video Chris made to wish one of his fans a happy birthday.

"Hey Josh, it's me, Chris Evans. So your friends told me you turned 21, and I just wanted to say, have a happy birthday buddy. You're finally at the age that you can drink, at least legally, so go out and have a drink and enjoy it with your friends as much as you can. I would've joined you guys, but y'know, the missus is pregnant and we don't want her to scream at us like a street cat, do we?"

The video also caught you screaming from behind.

"Hey, I heard that!"

"I was just joking honey, all good here!" Chris screamed back. " She just proved my point," he whispered "anyway, happy birthday buddy, thank you for all the love, and enjoy your day. I've gotta show some love to my wife. Don't want her to get too mad at me. See you later, pal."

The video was so loved that it got 10 million in just one day and received many comments from fans:

user1: plsss the way he looks at her, he's down BAD

user2: when is someone going to talk about me the way Chris is talking about his pregnant wife?? WHEN???

user3: I love how he randomly brings up y/n during any conversation lmao

user4: NOT THE STREET CAT LMAOOO

The video got so much love that it even caught the attention of the man himself, Chris Evans.

#cevans #chris evans #chris evans fic #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x reader #chris evans imagine #chris evans fic rec #chris evans fluff #chris evans fanfic #chris evans x fem!reader #dad!chris evans #fluff #chris evans x you #evansedit #chris evans x wife!reader #chris evans x female reader

2K notes · View notes

ecoamerica · 23 days

Text

youtube

Watch the American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 now: https://youtu.be/bWiW4Rp8vF0?feature=shared

The American Climate Leadership Awards 2024 broadcast recording is now available on ecoAmerica's YouTube channel for viewers to be inspired by active climate leaders. Watch to find out which finalist received the $50,000 grand prize! Hosted by Vanessa Hauc and featuring Bill McKibben and Katharine Hayhoe!

6K notes · View notes

boxofbonesfic · 1 year

Photo

𝔅𝔬𝔵𝔬𝔣𝔟𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰 𝔓𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰: 𝕱𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖆𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 13𝖙𝖍 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

A list of all of the wonderful entries for my first annual Friday the 13th Challenge! I will be updating this list annually to catalogue all of the wonderful work my friends and peers have submitted.

2023 Fics:

Talking to the Moon (Werewolf!Lloyd Hansen x Reader) by @boxofbonesfic. Summary: “Run,” Lloyd gritted the word out to you through teeth like knives as his hands became claws, scoring into the expensive leather steering wheel. “Run so I can catch you.”

Wax and Wane (Werewolf!Andy Barber x Reader) by @boxofbonesfic. Summary: “You were drawn to Andrew Barber like a moth to flame, and now that everything you were is burned away, you cling to him in the ashes.”

Undying Change (Vampire!Bucky x Hunter!Reader) by @geminixevans-stan. Summary: “Reader was on a mission, a mission that caused her to lose to a being that she hated.”

Wherever you will go (Andy Barber x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor: Summary: “Your vacation isn’t the escape you thought it was.”

The Night Shift (Thor x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor. Summary: “You work the night shift at the local museum and not all history is dead.”

Sleepy Hollow by (Stalker!Ari Levinson x Reader) @onsunnyside. Summary: “Beware the quiet ones.”

Fox Fire (Dark!Thor x Reader) by @syntheticavenger. Summary: “Despite repeated attempts to access a forbidden forest, approval comes with a cost. One that has been centuries in the making.”

No Motive (Serial killer!Stucky x Reader) by @moosereblogsfics. Summary: “Surprise, Sidney!”

Witchview (Steve x Reader) by @buckets-and-trees. Summary: “You wanted out before, but now you were compromised as the bait in your own trap and were becoming desperate for freedom. As he had said famously, the price of freedom was high. Desperation was dangerous. Desperation was fed by hope. Desperation erased the limits of reasonability. You had crossed lines, and you wouldn’t stop now.”

It will come back (Old God!Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @slyyywriting. Summary: “Don't let it in with no intention to keep it. Jesus Christ, don't be kind to it. Honey, don't feed it. It will come back.” -Hozier, It Will Come Back

The Stalker (Bucky x Reader) by @winter-soldier-101

Safety Measures (Dark!Vision x Reader) by @springdandelixn. Summary: “The security system you had installed in your apartment was done to keep your stalker away. Little did you know, he's already made his way in.”

Something’s not right with Mrs. Barber (Andy Barber x Siren!Reader) by @scandinavianfairytale. Summary: “Sometimes ignorance is bliss. Especially with a wife like you.”

K I L L B I L L (Andy Barber x Dark!College Student Reader) by @geniedetails. Summary: “hate to see you happy if I’m not the one drivin’.”

And all was lost (Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @witchywithwhiskey. Summary: “you must make it through the forest without being caught, lest you be forced to give in to whatever dark desires reside in your captor's heart.”

Pretty Thing (Dark!Charles Blackwood x Curvy!Reader) by @bellasburdens.

Impatient (Lloyd Hansen x Reader) by @flordeamatista. Summary: “There is no breath or glare in the world, but only a faint demonic memory.”

#challenge masterlist #friday the 13th challenge #fic recs #author recs #cevans characters #cevans fandom #sebastian stan characters #sebastian stan fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #mcu au #horror au #horror

198 notes · View notes

k-evans-reads · 1 year

Text

In Living Color

Chapter 10 - Part Two

Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Pixar Animator OFC Natalie Marton

Word Count: 6,819

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

We do NOT give permission for our works to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. Our work is our own.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI. Smut.

Previous | Main Masterlist | In Living Color Masterlist

July 2021

There was a dull ache in Nat’s body as she slowly awoke, stretching out her limbs to take away that pain from how she’d been curled up in bed. Once she was comfortable, her eyelids slowly fluttered open and she saw the surroundings of the white bedroom, immediately reminding her where she was and at that one thought, a smile appeared on her lips.

It wasn’t the first time she’d woken up in his bed, seeing that stunning view of the California hills out his window, but it was the first time that she was completely comfortable being here and her smile only grew when she turned to look at the sleeping figure next to her. Chris’ long eyelashes were resting against his cheek while his mouth had fallen open and he was snoring softly. One arm was splayed out next to him while the other rested on his bare tattoo covered chest. Nat wanted nothing more than to just touch him, to confirm to herself that this was real and he finally was back with her, and when he stirred in his sleep, she got the chance to do just that.

Knowing that he was drifting in and out of sleep allowed her to scoot her body right up next to him, wrapping her arms around his thick middle while he just lazily hummed, not even opening his eyes while he immediately let his arms come to hold her and his face nuzzled against her messy curls. Nat just laid there, breathing in his scent as she told herself just how real this was and that the months of being apart were finally over.

It was almost funny, if she thought about it long enough. Finding it comical that she was technically in the home of one of the biggest movie stars in the country with his arms wrapped around her. But somehow to Nat, she couldn’t seem to find it in herself that it was true because to her, he was just Chris… that wonderful heart of gold man who laughed over chips and salsa with her. He had become so much more to her that she could have even imagined months ago. He had basically become her best friend and that made moments like this so much better than she could have ever dreamed.

His voice was raspy with sleep and low when he finally murmured, “Hi Nattie.” His face was still buried in her hair, but his fingers were moving against her sides, dancing over the bare skin there.

She smiled, eyes following him when he moved his face out of her hair. His blue eyes were hazy in the early light as he yawned, then smiled at her while she whispered, “Morning baby.”

“I sure do like waking up and seeing you right here by me,” he murmured, a dopey smile on his face that she knew he’d deny anytime she brought it up.

“Good, because I’m planning on staying here,” she told him.

She felt Chris’ hand move underneath her chin, gently tilting it up so he could lean down and kiss her softly. Nat loved the slow way he was kissing her, showing that he wasn’t in a hurry, both of them finally having all the time in the world and soaking up every bit of it. Every bit of her body felt good, curled up against him in that soft white bed while his lips caressed hers in the most perfect way.

“I didn’t get a chance,” Chris stopped, leaning his lips down to kiss at her bare shoulder before finishing, “to see your tattoos last night.”

She laughed, her hand moving to the back of his head. She found herself wishing for it to be longer again and looked forward to when it’d grow in again, no longer resembling the aftermath of the Lloyd styling. “Well considering I pretty much haven’t had clothes on since I got to your house last night, I’d say you had plenty of chances,” she smirked.

“I was kind of focused on something else.”

“Oh really? What might that have been?”

“Something I plan on doing a lot more this weekend,” he whispered, nipping at the juncture of her shoulder and neck. “But I’m serious Nattie, I want you to show me.”

“I have this one on my shoulder,” she began, turning slightly to show him the tattoo on her back. “It says ‘Sisters’ in Hungarian. Heather, Alex and I all have it.”

Chris nodded before his hand moved to her ribs, curling around the side of her body near her arm. “What about this one?”

“Oh god, that one is so stupid. I was twenty and wanted a tattoo and apparently all I could think of getting was an airplane because I wanted to travel the world,” she huffed, shaking her head at how ridiculous it was.

“It looks like a painful spot to get it,” Chris whispered, his fingers tracing the delicate outline of the plane.

“I don’t know, I was drunk,” she shrugged.

His lips twitched as he huffed out a laugh before he yawned, then offered, “If you want to get it removed, I have a good person I go to.”

“Honestly it doesn’t show much so it doesn’t really bother me,” she explained, pushing her unruly hair back behind her shoulders. “I had an appointment to get one on my hip but then COVID happened so that one hasn’t happened yet.”

Chris nodded, nothing but complete understanding in his eyes as he spoke, “I love it. I just love art on our bodies, I think it’s such a beautiful thing.”

Nat smiled as she listened to him, before she bit her lip and told him, “I want to finally have a good look at all of yours.”

Chris was eager to share, pulling the blanket down off of his torso to show Nat each and every black line that littered his body, explaining the significance of each one. But somehow through it, she found herself listening less to the explanations, and seeing more the passion and joy that came through as he spoke. It was one of the many things she was crazy about with him, just loving how sensitive and passionate he was about specific things in his life, and it made her blush to think that she might become one of those things.

At the lull in the conversation, Chris glanced over his shoulder at where Dodger was snoring happily on the couch against the far wall. “Are you hungry? I’d love to take you out for breakfast,” he finally asked her.

Nat shrugged, knowing it probably wasn’t the best idea, especially in the aftermath of last month’s blow up. “We could just make some breakfast here and stay in,” she suggested.

He frowned, voice quiet as he reminded her, “I don’t have any groceries here.”

“Yeah you do,” she smiled sheepishly and shrugged at his curious look. “I went shopping the other day and got you some things. I figured you’d be tired coming back here and wouldn’t feel like getting groceries.”

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me?”

“Oh I don’t joke about ice cream, Chris. You should know this by now,” she told him, her voice dry as she smirked.

Nat loved watching the way his eyes scrunched up as he barked out that infectious laugh, but that laugh was replaced with a soft smile and a tender look in his eyes once they had pulled on some comfortable clothes and made it to the kitchen and he finally got to see just how much she’d filled his kitchen with so many of the things she knew that he loved. Without saying a word, he just walked over to her, snaking his arms around her waist and pulling her tight against his chest, kissing her temple as he mumbled, “Thank you, Nattie.”

She wanted to stay in this bubble for the rest of her life, just here with him, no responsibilities or outside voices echoing in their minds. It was almost comical how easily they fell into step with each other, making and eating breakfast side by side until Dodger wandered out of the bedroom and Chris grabbed his leash to go on a quick walk. She cleaned up and headed into the laundry room, finding his bags from Scott, and started a load of his laundry.

They spent the rest of the morning enjoying each other but doing their own things, Nat drawing on the couch while watching The Office while Chris answered some emails and then ended up on the piano, until he wandered back over and laid down next to her with a deep yawn.

She looked over at him, smiling as she saw his arm slung over her hips from where he laid between the back cushion of the overstuffed couch and herself. “I’m sure you’re probably so tired,” she murmured, moving a hand to run through his dark hair as his eyes slipped shut for a moment.

His eyes opened as he frowned at himself and sighed, “I thought I shook most of my jetlag the past few days in Boston but I guess not.”

“Why don’t you take a nap?” She asked him quietly.

He nodded, yawning as he shrugged, “I might,” and despite the lack of commitment in his phrasing, she knew he’d be asleep within seconds.

And she was right, smirking to herself when she heard – and felt – his breathing even out as he slipped to sleep next to her. She lost track of time, moving from piece to piece as she drew on her iPad, half-watched the marathon of The Office, and listened to his soft snores, chuckling to herself as Dodger joined in from his spot on his own bed.

Nat felt his arm twitch against her, and with a quick glance at the time, she realized it’d been almost two hours since he fell asleep next to her. His breaths were still deeper than normal and his eyes were still shut, but his arm tightened around her.

“I take it someone’s awake,” she whispered, smiling when his eyes opened and found her immediately, his lips turning into a half-grin before he moved a hand to rub his eyes. “Did you have a good nap?”

“Mhmm,” he yawned, before he leaned up and pressed his lips to her cheek before moving down to press them to her neck.

“Chris! Don’t mess up my drawing!”

He smirked against her chin, his voice low as he informed her, “I’m not messing it up, I’m just kissing you. You’re the one drawing.”

“Well, you’re making me mess up,” she sighed, but smiled to herself as he kept up with the kisses, then met his eyes as he raised a single brow at her. “Why don’t you go back to sleep instead of wreaking havoc on my art?”

“It’s kind of hard to think about sleep when you’re lying here looking so fuckin’ good in my shirt,” he shrugged, arm tightening around her hip minutely.

“Oh is that so?”

“Yes that’s so.”

He proved his point by bringing his lips to kiss her sweetly while his hand rested on her bare thigh, following her skin up and slipping underneath the white tee shirt that hung loosely on her frame. Nat felt his big palm rest on her waist, holding her in place while he started kissing her deeper.

He gently plucked the iPad from her hands, placing it on the side table behind the arm of the couch before he shifted them so he was laying farther up the couch on his side, hovering over her while Nat was on her back below him.

As if Chris wasn’t attracted to her enough, seeing that white tee shirt of his had almost a primal feeling running through him. He loved seeing that piece of fabric that signified that she was his and he was the only one seeing her wearing it with her pink rosy nipples pressing against the thin fabric as she called out his name. Although Nat didn’t know any of those thoughts were running through his brain at the moment, she could tell by the way his hands were rubbing across her, the soft tee shirt being the only thing separating his hands from her skin, that he liked that shirt on her and she knew it wouldn’t be the only time she was in it.

Nat leaned her head back, opening up her neck for his lips to attach to as his hand slipped underneath that shirt and she finally felt his touch rubbing along her skin. She couldn’t get enough of the feeling of his hands rubbing along her skin, toying with her nipples and absolutely driving her wild. That mixed with the little bites and sucks he was littering along her neck had her eyelids fluttering closed as she sighed softly.

But Chris seemed to want more than that, his hand starting to travel south and grabbed the waistband of her panties and worked on peeling them down her long legs. She pulled her knees up, letting him get them off and tossed onto the floor without pulling his lips away from her skin. Nat knew what he was doing and laid down one leg on the comfortable couch while the other lazily rested against his body, helping to open herself up to him.

She could feel herself clenching from just the feeling of his big hand cupping her for a long moment, just feeling her in his hand while he moved his lips to kiss along her jaw. Nat was already so turned on for him, but when his index finger pushed between her folds and traced along the length of her wet core, she was shivering in his arms as she whimpered his name.

“I want to learn all the things you like, Nattie,” he told her, his low voice sending a shiver down her spine. “I want to know every spot that drives you wild.”

Nat’s chest was already heaving as his finger just kept teasing her, rubbing gently along her core and learning the feel of her. She instinctively grabbed onto his forearm, just needing something to hold and felt his firm muscles move as he kept teasing her. All of it just felt so good from his warm body pressed against her side, his low voice crooning in her ear and having his loving touch on every inch of her body.

“You drive me fuckin’ crazy, baby,” he murmured, almost chuckling at the end as she gasped.

But there was a good reason she was gasping as he pushed a finger inside of her before adding a second only a few moments later before he slowly stroked her, causing Nat to let out a strangled, “Oh fuck, Chris.”

“You like that? Is that a good spot, Nattie?”

“Y-Yes, right there,” she encouraged, head falling back against the couch as her eyes slipped shut. “Go faster.”

He huffed out a laugh, his head dipping to press nipping kisses to her neck before murmuring, “Anything my girl wants.”

She could feel her whole body tightening, getting pent up from just how good this felt. It wasn’t as if it was the first time she had been thinking of Chris with her fingers inside herself, even having his voice talking her through it a few times, but this was so much better. She actually got him and nothing was better than that.

“Remember when you touched yourself for me?” He suddenly spoke, reminding her of that phone call in June. “I remember hearing you moan and wishing I got to see your face but now I get to.”

But Nat couldn’t respond to that, she was too busy focusing on the pleasure running through her, feeling every sense in her body heightened. It wasn’t just what his fingers were doing that was driving her wild though. It was him and all he meant to her. He had become her best friend over the past few months, learning everything about her and seeming to just… enjoy her. It was something brand new to her, never having experienced anything even close to that before with a partner and it had made her feel wanted, accepted and just plain liked.

She felt as if everytime he picked up that phone, he had wanted to talk to her. He valued her thoughts and opinions when he’d asked her questions and was genuinely interested in what was going on in her life, loving every little story she told about her nieces or when she gushed about the new gouache paint color she’d gotten that was just perfect. He cared about her in every sense of the word and she knew it, she felt it from him. But this was that last piece, getting to physically be together that was driving her over the edge and making her feel like she was on cloud nine.

“I missed you so damn much, Nattie. I thought of you so many nights when I was alone,” he murmured just before he nipped at her neck and moved to press his lips to hers for a momentary, deep kiss, then pulled back. “So fuckin’ happy I’m back here with you.”

And as if she wasn’t already wanting every single thing he was giving her, that only made her even more weak at the knees. Nat wanted to tell him she felt the same, but no words came out of her mouth, only a loud cry of pleasure as he kept his fingers rubbing oh so perfectly against her.

“Chris, please,” she gasped, nails digging into his forearm helplessly.

“Tell me what you want,” he encouraged, voice softer than it had been.

And although she couldn’t muster the strength to tell him, she grabbed his hand and moved it up where she wanted it, giving Chris the hint while his soaked finger started rubbing circles along that sensitive button. Instantly Nat’s head tipped back farther into the couch pillow, her back arching as she ached for more friction, telling him, “A little harder.”

Chris did exactly as she said, pushing just a little bit harder as he rubbed those circles that had Nat moaning out obscenely. He loved getting to learn her, wanting to be able to know what she liked as if it was the back of his hand but it didn’t take a lot of brain power to figure out that this must have been pretty high on the list for her judging by the way she kept spreading her legs and crying out his name over and over again. He kept up his movements, not changing one thing as he kept his face away from hers, dying to kiss her but needing to be able to see her face when she hit that peak which happened sooner than he thought as her eyes scrunched up and her whole body tightened.

She could hardly process how hard she came, seeing stars from behind her eyelids as the only thing she focused on was the perfect way he was touching her, working her through her peak as her body slowly unwound and relaxed onto the couch. Nat smiled when she felt his lips return to her skin, kissing her neck before moving up to her swollen lips. She couldn’t help but wrap her arms around his neck, needing to hold him close as they kissed softly until he finally pulled away enough to look at her and ask, “Feeling good?”

“Yeah but now I’m going to be the one who needs a nap,” she laughed, opening her eyes again finally.

He slowly moved to lay on his side next to her, putting her between him and the back of the couch. “Do you mind if I go shower?” He finally asked her quietly, just as her eyelids grew heavy. “I haven’t taken one since landing yesterday and I desperately need one.”

She smirked, opening her eyes and turning to look at him. “After what you just did to me I think I need one first,” she murmured, slipping her hand over to the back of his shoulder.

Chris pursed his lips, leaning into her touch before he shrugged and suggested, “Or we could just take one together.”

Nat’s head moved, resting on the cushion to stare at the high ceiling above them. Her eyes darted to the side, meeting Chris’ as she asked, “I don’t know, can I trust you to keep your hands to yourself?”

“Probably not,” he smirked with an amused look in his eyes.

She laughed as she sat up, Chris following her lead as she told him, “Well in that case it’s a deal.”

They made their way out of the living room, heading into Chris’ room at the end of the hallway and slipping into his bathroom. She still couldn’t get over the sheer size of the bathroom, it’d been something that surprised her in May when she quickly gathered herself before she tried to leave after they spent the night together. But it truly hadn’t registered until the previous month, when she stayed at his place for a few nights after her car and purse got stolen until she felt comfortable returning to her apartment. The bathroom itself was bigger than her bedroom at her apartment, and the shower was bigger than any she’d ever seen before.

But it clearly wasn’t something even on Chris’ mind as he opened the door into the marble shower, turning on the water before he reached for his shirt, pulling it over his head. She still was standing there marveling over how incredible the space was while Chris shucked the rest of his clothing and climbed in underneath the warm spray before Nat pulled off the white tee shirt of his and tossed it over with his other pile of clothing and got in after him.

Almost immediately his arms came around her waist, pulling her up against him so he could press a kiss to the top of her bare shoulder and a matching on her cheek, making Nat smile brighter than the California sunshine out the window. She stood up on her toes, kissing his lips and reminding him, “It is so much better kissing you without that caterpillar above your upper lip.”

“You know that saying about protesting too much? I think that’s you and the mustache,” he chuckled, smirking down at her. “Don’t lie Nat, it secretly turned you on.”

She raised a single eyebrow as she looked up into his eyes, a near-scowl on her lips as she confessed to him, “Honestly you should just be lucky I was turned on while having to look at that hideous thing before.”

He shook his head, moving away from her to duck under the stream of hot water, making his short hair stick to his forehead. “At least you met me when I had the beard otherwise I would have probably sent you screaming,” he called over his shoulder to her.

Nat reached for the bottle of shampoo she’d left for herself earlier, pumping some into her hand. “Well once you got it, it knocked you down in my favorite voice actor rankings for sure,” she admitted, smirking as he met her eyes with a frown.

“Oh there’s a ranking? So where do I rank on this list?”

“Maybe fourth or fifth,” she shrugged, working the shampoo through her hair as he stared at her.

“Fourth or fifth?!” He asked, voice incredulous. “I’m literally naked in a shower with you right now and you’re going to tell me I rank fourth or fifth?”

She laughed, biting her lip with a smirk before she reminded him, “Remember you drive a Tesla so that’s another point docked for being a snob.”

The running water trailed down Chris’ broad, muscular back before he turned, facing her as she washed her hair. “So what do I have to do to get up at least in the top three?” He asked, jutting his chin out as he looked at her.

Nat pursed her lips and shrugged, unable to stop herself from teasing himself a bit as she mused, “That’s for you to figure out.”

Chris smirked, almost dangerously as their eyes remained locked on the other’s. She knew exactly what he was thinking and her brain was stuck there as well, on the long night they’d just spent together and what he’d just done to her on his couch. But before long, Chris shook his head, reaching for his own shampoo and working it through the short hair on his head.

His eyes kept finding hers as she washed her hair, his once-shock and now cocky attitude turning to amusement as her curls grew from the water and shampoo, the suds likely comically big while she ran her hands through it, making it grow bigger and causing Chris’ loud laughter to echo off the tiled shower. He reached out, running his fingers through the mess of sudsy hair and shaping it up to make it even taller and his laughs to come out even harder. Nat just stuck her tongue out at him before rinsing out the shampoo, washing out the white foam and making her dark curls reappear.

His voice surprised her when he finally spoke, interrupting her train of thought as she worked her conditioner gently through her curls. He was occupied with the random bottle of body wash she’d stuck in the shower earlier in the week, squeezing some into the palm of his hand as he asked her, “So who is number one?”

“Number one what?” She replied, tipping her head back under the shower head and rinsing the conditioner out gently.

“On your list?” He clarified, stepping next to her and under the second shower head, washing his body off.

“Oh that’s easy, Mindy Kaling,” she easily answered, knowing the answer already. “She honestly was the most involved actor I worked with. She loved Disgust so much and was really involved with a lot of the process. We’d go out to lunch all the time and honestly became friends through the process.”

His shoulders slouched and his head turned to look at her, head tilted down to meet her eyes as she opened them and straightened up. “Damn I thought I was special,” he whispered.

“I didn’t sleep with Mindy so you still are the only one with that title,” she placated him, smirking as he grinned at those words.

He handed her the body wash when she pointed to it, watching her as she finished up. “I want to know who these other idiots are who outranked me,” he murmured, eyes trailing over her body.

“Tina Fey is number two. She brought me doughnuts a lot,” Nat remembered, smiling at the thought. She reached for the shower wand, moving it over her body before she turned the water off. “And then Samuel L. Jackson is number three. I only met him once but he’s Mace Windu, so he just automatically gets a high ranking.”

“I’ll allow that,” Chris nodded to himself. He opened the shower door, grabbing towels as the colder air rushed inside the steamy shower. He ran the towel over his hair and face as he stepped into the bathroom, holding it open for Nat as she wrapped it around herself, then reached for her hair towel before following him. “So am I at least number four?”

“Yeah, I’ll put you in fourth,” she agreed, smirking to herself.

“So basically what I’m hearing is that I just need to bring you doughnuts and be in Star Wars and then I can move up to second place,” he began, pausing until she nodded in confirmation, making him laugh. “That’s doable.”

Chris’ laugh echoed through the bathroom as he stepped into his closet, drawers opening as he found clothes for himself. Nat headed into his bedroom, finding her bag near the couch against the far wall, and she began pulling clothes on as well. She’d just made her way back into the bathroom to hang up her towels and begin taming her hair when he reappeared, dressed in a pair of athletic shorts and a faded t-shirt, brown hair sticking up all over the place as it dried haphazardly.

There was something about this that just felt so… good. Sure last night had been wonderful, the excitement of Chris coming back and actually getting to see him in person again, not to mention how incredible it was to be tucked in his bed, being fully connected to one another. But this was different. Today had just been slow and easy, doing laundry, watching TV, and taking a shower. Just normal things, but after so long apart and never having been able to have these moments until months in, it just felt so natural and so right.

As they moved around each other in the bathroom, Nat drying her curls and Chris pulling out his clippers to shape his stubble that was growing in, she realized just how close they’d become. How he truly had become her best friend in every sense of the word. But that one nagging part of her brain couldn’t help but wonder if he was in just as deep as she was. Chris was in a different world, no doubt having women throw themselves at him constantly and most likely getting his way with most things. She knew that he cared about her but Nat felt anxious, wondering if he was planning on this being a deep committed relationship.

This kept filtering through her head once they were in the kitchen making dinner together. Nat kept her mouth shut, just listening to the sound of Chris softly singing to the song stuck in his head while she put the chicken in the hot pan on the burner before turning back to the counter, chopping the parsley slowly. Normally Nat wasn’t an anxious person… in fact quite the opposite. She had always been able to just go with the flow, beating to her own drum as she rolled through life. She wasn’t afraid of her emotions, feeling them all so deeply and able to express them so easily, but there was a piece of this that did cause anxiety in her.

What if he rejected her?

What if a relationship wasn’t what he wanted, or if this was some temporary thing that he was just filling his time with? If she had been in a more logical state of mind, it would have not even been a thought, his actions proving for months that he wanted her and all that came with her. But the lack of clarity and knots in her stomach had her brain kicking into high gear on overthinking.

She glanced up, seeing where he had his back to her as he washed the green beans underneath the faucet while Dodger paced back and forth by his legs. She watched the muscles ripple beneath his thin, worn shirt as he moved back and forth between the package of green beans and the cutting board. His eyes occasionally drifted down to Dodger at his feet, his laugh echoing through the open space as he stepped around the dog. Nat swallowed nervously, voice timid as she asked, “Chris?”

“Yeah?” He replied easily, tilting his head but barely looking at her as he shut the water off, holding a single green bean in his hand as he smirked down at Dodger. “Hey bubba, you want a snack? You want one of these?”

“Chris, we’re…” she paused, hesitating enough that Chris turned to look at her fully, brows furrowed. “We’re….dating now, right? Like we’re doing this?”

He shrugged, a grin pulling on his lips while he placed the last green bean on the cutting board next to him. “I was under the impression we already were,” he told her.

Nat sighed, shaking her head as she insisted, “I’m being serious.”

“So am I,” Chris shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest. “I was thinking we had been for a while now.”

Nat nodded, biting her lip to stop the smile from overtaking her expression. “I kind of did too, but I just, wasn’t sure I guess so I wanted to ask,” she replied.

“If it helps to clarify, I want us to be dating because I only want you,” Chris explained, pushing himself up from where he’d been resting the small of his back against the marble countertops, crossing the distance to stand in front of Nat. His hand reached out for her own, pulling her closer to him.

“I want that too,” she murmured, unable to help the smile this time as she looked into his eyes.

She watched as Chris moved both of his warm hands to cup her cheeks while Dodger came to sit by their feet. Nat just looked up into his eyes for a long moment as his thumbs rubbed softly against her cheeks before he leaned down to kiss her deeply as if to seal that spoken commitment between them. The warmth that filled her stayed there throughout dinner, Chris holding one of her hands across the table as they ate together and talked effortlessly but that talking turned to kissing once their dishes were in the sink and that kissing landed them back on the couch where they had been earlier.

Nat’s sweatpants and panties were discarded before they had even made it to the couch, the only thing on her body being the thin cami that had been buried at the bottom of her bag. She couldn’t pull her lips away from his passionate kisses as she blindly reached for his Nike shorts, Chris lifting his lips so she could get rid of them as well as his boxers before he sat back down as she climbed on his lap.

His hands slipped underneath the light green cami, holding onto her waist while Nat’s arms slipped around his neck, pressing her body fully into him while their passionate kissing continued.

It was so easy for Nat to hand her whole heart over to him, trusting him in every way. He’d hardly ever let her down, proving time and time again just how thoughtful he was, how he could apologize when needed, and just how deeply he cared for her. She knew it hadn’t been a mistake trusting him and here she was again, putty in his hands. She rolled her bare hips down into his lap, feeling his hardness underneath her and only managing to get her even wetter than she already was.

Chris pulled his lips away from hers, his blue eyes bleary as he leaned his head back against the cushion and looked at her. She watched his eyes drop down, following along the lines of her neck before lingering on where her nipples were poking through the thin material and he moved a hand from her waist to come up and pull the loose fabric down, exposing her bare chest to the cool air of the room. Her nipples hardened quickly, even before he dipped his head down, lips meeting her bare skin just as Nat moved a hand down, holding him in place as she lowered herself down onto him.

Almost immediately, Nat’s head tilted back as she moaned loudly. It was the first time she was feeling him without any barrier and feeling the warmth of his cock inside her was enough to have her shivering on his lap and by the squeeze of his tight grip on her waist, she figured out that he was feeling the exact same glorious feeling. She just sat there for a long moment, adjusting to the slight pleasurable sting of him stretching her while they each caught their breath.

“Nattie,” he groaned, nipping at her chest. “You feel so fuckin’ good.”

She moved slightly on him, feeling the sting turn into pure pleasure as she moaned, “So do you, baby.”

Chris didn’t verbally respond, instead just taking the moment to peel off the bunch up cami and toss it to the floor, allowing him to litter kisses across Nat’s chest before her hands grasped at his broad shoulders and she shifted her weight on his lap. Nat pushed herself more onto her knees, allowing her to start moving her hips up and down, sliding herself along his length and making moans pour from each other's lips.

It felt so good to be working herself along his hard length, but she knew that it felt even better because of the person she was sharing this moment with. It was right there in her heart, those three little words that were begging to come out. She knew she loved him, she knew that more than she knew anything else, but what she didn’t know is that he felt exactly the same way and had those same words rattling around in his head.

But she told herself it wasn’t the right time with them having barely been back together, barely hitting the twenty-four hour mark just now, and she instead pushed those words back down, instead letting out a soft moan of his name as she bounced up and down on his lap. It was all so good, her body feeling like it was on fire as Chris’ firm grasp helped lift her up and down as he pressed messy kisses along her collar bone.

Everything just felt too good and soon her knees were buckling as she faltered in her rhythmic movements. Feeling her stuttered movements, Chris held onto her waist even tighter, gently pulling her off of his hard cock and laid her on the couch right next to where he was sitting before moving to hover over her. Nat was already feeling weak but when he pushed himself back inside her and she heard his low grunt mixed with the thud of his necklace hitting against his chest, she knew that she was almost done for and with him changing his angle to drag against that sensitive bundle of nerves she couldn’t hang on any longer.

She was grabbing onto him as she cried out loudly, eyes pressing shut tight as she hit her peak, the action making Chris groan from how tight her walls were squeezing him. Nat was panting as her eyes slowly fluttered back open, just enjoying the sight of him plowing into her harder and harder as he got close to his own edge, but seemed to suddenly remember the lack of protection between them and pulled out of her.

Wanting to be the one who got him over that amazing edge, Nat reached out to palm his throbbing cock, pumping her hand up and down until he was moaning her name while he spilled his essence onto her with his loud cries. Nat just watched as he sat down between her legs, rubbing a hand over his short hair while he tried to catch his breath. She reached out for him lazily, just wanting to feel him close but he took her hand, pressing a kiss in the palm of her hand before telling her, “I’ll be right back, baby.”

And he was, heading toward the kitchen before returning a moment later with a damp paper towel, cleaning her off meticulously before he folded up the paper towel and left it on the coffee table to be dealt with later. Nat smiled widely as he came back to lay on the couch, maneuvering them so that he was laying on his back while she laid face down on his chest while they basked in the afterglow of how they were feeling.

She pressed a few soft kisses to the crook of his neck before he nuzzled his nose against her face, getting her attention and making her look up so he could kiss her pink lips. Nat felt his hands running down her bare back, coming to rest on her round cheeks where he rubbed his hands softly as they kissed over and over again.

She never wanted to leave here, never wanted to leave his embrace, be as far as an arm’s length from him. She never wanted to forget the way his lips felt against hers, never wanted to forget the way he sighed as they kissed, then smirked before he deepened it. She never wanted to forget the sound of his breaths, the slight hitch in them as she moved her hand below his shirt. She never wanted to forget the sound of his laugh, the one that echoed in her mind nearly all the time. She didn’t know how she’d ever live without any of this, and she never wanted to try to figure it out.

A/N: We love them so so so much! We are so thrilled to finally be to this point and sharing these chapters with you all! As a reminder, feel free to send in asks for them at any time! Thank you all for reading!!

169 notes · View notes

lexivass · 1 year

Text

If you like girl!dad fics with Cevans go check my best friend @rosedpetal 's fics bc she writes the cutest things ever!!

#fic recs #author rec #dad!lloyd hansen #dad!ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale fluff #lloyd hansen fluff #girl dad fics #chris evans fanfiction #cevans fanfiction #chris evans

21 notes · View notes

oh-sofarfromhome · 1 year

Text

if you guys have any blurb requests or dialogue prompts i’m down to write!!!

harry styles

chris evans and characters

sebastian stan and characters

#harry styles smut #harry styles filth #harry styles fic rec #harry styles x reader #harry styles #harry styles fic #ceo harry styles #fic rec #smut #harry related writings #chris evans #chris evans smut #cevans #cevans smut #sebastian stan #sebastian stan smut #seb stan #seb stan smut

5 notes · View notes

chxrryhansen · 3 months

Text

౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Cherry’s Cevans Series Rec List

thought i’d make a list of all the best cevans (characters) series i have read!! i have lots more to add and will continue to update this list🫶🏻 i will also create a one shot fic rec list in the near future💖💘💞

Preying On You Tonight - @evansbby

“Steve is the cocky, brash and domineering alpha who makes your life at university a living hell every day. You’re the complete opposite - quiet, meek and reserved. You’re convinced Steve hates you, but what happens when he finds out you have a boyfriend? (a/b/o dynamics)”

Wicked Games - @evansbby

Ari is the campus fuckboy and you’re his little plaything. But he’s telling the truth when he says he’s going to make you his girlfriend soon, right?

What A World - @onsunnyside

S.H.I.E.L.D. had a lot of secrets, you just never expected one of them to be an actual person—a blue-eyed giant, wild manbeast at that. [tarzan!Steve Rogers x doctor!reader, nomad!steve, size difference]

Just Because I Won’t Die For You, Doesn’t Mean I Won’t Kill For You - @dbnightingale24

Lloyd Hansen is just another job for you. Your last job. However, when he decides that he wants to take you for a ride and have a good time, well...how’s a girl supposed to say no?

Closer To Heaven And Closer To You - @georgiapeach30513

When your boyfriend, Ransom wants to take a trip back home to the ranch to meet your family, you are unsure. Knowing that a rodeo is in town could only mean your ex, Frank Adler, was most likely riding for eight seconds, still trying to beat his best friend, Steve Rogers. All you wanted was a nice time, not old memories bothering your brain.

Just Like The Caged Bird - @georgiapeach30513

You are a widow who moves back to her husband's hometown after selling your in Georgia home. Moving in above your brother in law's garage. Sharing the space with his friend Bucky Barnes, but your other brother-in-law Andy causes problems, along with your overprotective brothers.

Pretty Petals - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

You go on a self-improvement retreat, but not all is as it seems. (multi-character)

His Koala Bear - @kinanabinks

you and steve have been best friends since you were 5. for the longest time, he has wanted so much more from you. and it's getting harder for him to stop himself from taking it.

Belong Here - @angrythingstarlight

Steve has been looking for his perfect girl and suddenly there you are stuck in this dingy restaurant. You don't belong here, you belong with him.

Finding Home - @navybrat817

Steve finds a home with you. (lumberjack Au)

Their Doll - @kaiparker-avengerssmut

y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.

No Better Than Beast’s - @lokislastlove

You’re an animal rights activist who sets out to put an end to animal testing… but it’s a risky mission. (Dark!Steve Rogers)

Doppelgänger - @boxofbonesfic

Your husband’s twin brother has always made you uncomfortable, and after two years of marriage, you finally find out why. (Dark!Ransom Drysdale + Dark!Lloyd Hansen)

Million Dollar Man - @chrisevansgoodgirl

your relationship with ransom and his insane family.

Brooklyn’s Sweetheart - @spacesnail3000

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.

Let It Snow - @spacesnail3000

She was his Omega, and Steve had a plan. She would love him. He knew she would.

Sweet Renegade - @cevansbrat0007

A new arrival in town leads to an unexpected complication in the form of a sexy as sin Bounty Hunter named Ari Levinson.

Evergreen, Evermore - @babyjakes

loving husbands jake and ari had always believed they were all each other could ever want or need. but one unusual summer, when their world is turned upside-down by an uncanny girl from down the street, they find that having someone to love, nurture, and care for together is the missing piece that finally completes their perfect family and lives.

A Huckleberry Is Nothing Without His Hummingbird - @dbnightingale24

Lloyd and Y/N have been amicably(ish) divorced for four years. However, when earth shattering trauma come their way, will they lean into what they truly want, or will the flames from past traumas still burn too bright?

Civil war- Brooklyn - @saiyanprincessswanie

Ten years ago the Readers world was turned upside down when her father was killed by Hydras Brock Rumlow. She believes the loves of her life Steve Rogers and James “Bucky” Barnes were also killed while trying to avenge her fathers death. Reader is now working for the FBI on a task force that is meant to take down Hydra. She volunteers to go undercover to take down Hydra. In doing so she not only puts herself in the cross hairs with Rumlow but she gets to meet the mystery men causing Hydra issues. Who are the Captain and Winter Soldier? What lengths will you go through to uncover the truth and seek revenge?

The Boston Brute - @time-for-a-lullaby

When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake.

Planet Evans Universe - @astranva

In which Chris was a nervous mess when he met his A+ list celebrity crush, highest-paid, and the most iconic actress, you, at Vanity Fair’s 2014 after party. (Following the life of overprotective!dad!Chris x wife!actress!reader!)

Don’t Speak - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (Dark!Andy Barber)

Cat and Mouse - @queen-of-the-avengers

You’re called the Vixen because you were HYDRA’s favorite creation. You’re very hard to catch, and once you are, it’s even harder to keep you.

Let’s Ride - @starryevermore

You’re a single mom and have just moved into a new town. You have no interest in looking for love, but the funny thing about love is, it waits for no one. (Biker!Ari Levinson)

Out Of The Darkness - @sunshinexsin

Sienna Jons has lived in Boston for three years now after graduating and is running her own salon in the city. With a small group of friends sticking by her side, she's content with her life. Enter Chris Evans, a known and feared mob boss in Boston’s underground crime world. Coming out of a long relationship ended in a bitter divorce, Chris isn’t looking for anything serious until Sienna crosses his path. Trying to win her over proves difficult for the man who seemingly has it all and Sienna is not willing to be with someone who causes such destruction in his own hometown. Sienna soon finds herself entangled in the crazy, violent world of the mob and struggles to find a way to either live with the hardened man Chris has always been or get away from him before her own life spirals out of control.

Murder He Wrote - @wiypt-writes

You’re sent by your asshole boss to do a review of a Celebrity Host Haunted Mansion, hosted by none-other than the arrogant, wild-eye browed actor Lucas Lee, but you’re worried you’ve missed the boat…that is, until at the last minute, an email arrives to say they can let you in on the last admission that night, which just happens to be Halloween. (Dark!Ransom Drysdale)

Poison Paradise - @the-iceni-bitch

Robert Pronge was sure he could settle for a fake domestic life as long as he could go on killing. Little did he know that you could give him everything he needed.

A Bun In The Oven - @witchywithwhiskey

the leaves are changing—green fading into golden yellow, burnt orange and radiant red—and the days are getting shorter and colder as autumn settles in. it's the perfect time of year for baked goods, fall foliage, book stores, and to curl up next to (and get under) our favorite man with a plan, steve rogers

Wilford’s Demands - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Wilford places you in Curtis’ care so he can impregnate you.

In The Balance - @goodgirlofglory

One unsuspecting evening, the stranger Steve Rogers appears bloodied and in need of aid at your doorstep. You immediately catch his eye, and he forces himself upon you within the hour. Several months of repeated visits from him results in your pregnancy, and the night you find out, Steve intereceps you on your way to an abortion clinic and kidnaps you to his mansion. Will you carry the child to term? Will you buckle under the pressure of capitivity? Will you escape the grasp Steve has on you, or will you submit to it and your own, conflicted desires?

Drowning Siren - @rogerswifesblog

The Avengers found an old abandoned HYDRA base, that had been cleared after HYDRAs existence had been exposed. At least they thought it was cleared. It was the biggest experimental lab they had ever seen, the closest base to the ocean, full with creatures-dead creatures. Some of them laid still on tables, stripped with metal cuffs, open and already rotting. It was an awful smell. But then they heard something beautiful. A melody, a beautiful voice singing unbelievably gentle sounds. Walking into the building full with ocean creatures, they had no idea their life was about to change.

Vampire Kings Religion - @marvelcriminalhoe

In a world where fantasy beings roam every corner, the humans are on the bottom. Looked at as weak and disgraceful. The vampires are the opposite. They rule the land, and all of the creatures that take part of it. the current ruler, King Steven, has ruled for more than 150 years, alone. After many nights, and long talks with his most trusted hands, he comes to the long awaited decision that he will finally, take a wife. All female creatures, are to be evaluated, so he can find his perfect match. Of course, no one expects for him to choose a human. Especially not one from the church. Especially not the daughter, of the leader, of the church. The same church that detests the mythical creatures, wishing for nothing more than for them to perish in fire. How could this union possibly end well?

Ride And Prejudice - @pagesoflauren

A take on Pride & Prejudice, certain circumstances in your life have led you to take refuge and work in a farm village, particularly on the ranch owned by Steve Rogers. He doesn’t take kindly to you, having bad perceptions about city folk. Your only reaction to that is the one you deem acceptable: get annoyed at every little thing he does whilst doing your best to annoy him and still keep your job.

Love On The Brain - @howardpotts

You’re just a student, living her normal daily life in New York. One night changes everything, without you even knowing. Steve Rogers slowly introduces you to his world full of money, drugs and voilence. But are you able to handle what he has to offer? (MobBoss!Steve Rogers)

Flamingo King - @onsunnyside

The sun is brutal this summer, especially in Flamingo Trailer Park, the land of big hearts and cheap tricks, you’ve been here for years unlike your “new” neighbour, Ari. He’s older, bigger, and intimidating, the local rockstar, and you, well, aren’t you just the sweetest girl in the whole damn city?

Make It A December To Remember - @imyourbratzdoll

AGE AND SIZE DIFFERENCE IS ADDED TO ALL! SANTA AND THE GRINCH ARE LARGER THAN THE READER! THE ELVES ARE THE SIZE OF HER PALM! (a chris evans xmas universe)

This Love Is Bad - @wildestdreamsblog

You were just trying to escape your past, and Ari was trying to chase his future.

Nowhere To Run - @sagechanoafterdark

On the last day that Steve spent in your small town before heading off to basic training for the army, he made sure it was one you wouldn’t ever forget. Years later when he appears in your town he seems like a changed man in more ways than one, but you’re ready to show him that you’ve never forgotten that day. (Dark!Steve Rogers+ Bucky Barnes)

Nice To Be Kneaded - @rogersideup

Almost every news station in the country was covering the chase for the missing superheroes post-raft-escape following the Civil War. Steve Rogers face had been plastered on the cover of every news paper, fliers stapled to street lamps, posted on bulletin boards in what felt like every coffee shop in the country. It had been just a few long months shy of a year, just long enough to grow out his hair and beard to make himself as unrecognizable as he could manage. Though he was still the poster boy of disorder within the states, he found himself in the scanty town of Greenwood in the house right next to yours.

Forever And Ever More - @syntheticavenger

Ransom Drysdale may be Boston’s most eligible Alpha who has his eyes set on you. With his inheritance hanging in the balance, he won’t take no for an answer, whether you like him or not.

Hackers Heart - @bakugousaysdie

steve rogers has always been america’s golden boy, leading earth’s mightiest heroes and serving his country. you have always been bad with boundaries, a little too curious, and an absolute disruption. you are an absolute menace,so it’s only right you fell in love with the most adored man in the country.

Arranged - @time-for-a-lullaby

Living in this life, you’ve never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you’re dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life of abuse while being kept under lock and key, you’re pleasantly surprised when Chris is nothing like you expected. He’s the most feared man on the East Coast, only brought to his knees by one thing and one thing only. You.

#chxrrys fic recs #chxrrys masterlist #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans x reader #steve rogers #ransom drysdale #lloyd hansen #andy barber #ari levinson #chris evans fic recs #steve rogers fic recs

1K notes · View notes

morallyinept · 8 months

Text

A list of all my favourite JOEL MILLER Fic Recs, with the writers tagged. Includes fics I am currently reading/want to read.

PART 2

Please show some love to the writers by re-blogging and commenting on their work. 🖤

⚠️ Please ensure you check the triggers/warnings etc... on the stories themselves as some of them may not be suitable to your own particular tastes.

Jealousy - @naughtyneganjdm

Little Black Dress - @hellishjoel Bartender!Joel

All Things Go - @fhatbhabie PlusSizeLatina!Reader

Rock Me To Sleep - @randofantfic

A Savage Place Series - @gasolinerainbowpuddles Dom x Sub Dynamic

No Strings Attached - @dustydaddyyy

Bad Blood Series - @jrrmint Raider!Joel

The Insemination - @megangovier20 Doc!Joel

Somebody To Heal, Somebody to Hold - @bearsbeetsbeskar Dispensary!Joel

Joyride - @strang3lov3

Silk & Sweat Series - @hexidous

Joel Miller: Attorney At Law - @chloeangelic ShadyLawyer!Joel

Joel Miller Masterlist - @chloeangelic More Joel to enjoy!

One More Day Series - @cevans-is-classic

Cowboy Like Me Series - @macfrog DBF!Joel

Code Red Series DBF!Joel, Call Your Bluff & Joel Masterlist - @chaotic-mystery

Imbibe Series - @sin-djarin Mixologist!Joel

The Voicemail - @elvinaa

All You Wanna Do & The Wound Won't Close - @atticrissfinch Dark!Joel

The Wrong Way Series - @romana-after-dark Dark Raider!Joel Featuring Dark Raider!Tommy

Crimson Red Paint On My Lips, Me & The Devil & Marked Me Like A Bloodstain - @pr0ximamidnight Dark MeanSmuggler!Joel

You Can't Trust Anyone These Days - @walkintotheriveranddisappear Dark!Joel Featuring Tess & Raider Group

With Pleasured Hands, Can't Nobody Love You Featuring Tommy Miller & Only Teasing - @magpiepills

I'm The One To Beat - @missredherring Slasher!Joel

Keeping Warm & Can't Take It - @randofantfic

Fate, After All Series - @mandoisapunk

Starving Faithful - @tulipsbymybed Priest!Joel

Joel Miller Masterlist - @ozarkthedog

Close Your Eyes, Pay The Price For Your Paradise - @ozarkthedog Dark!Joel

Sweet Peach Series - @elvinaa BFD!Cowboy Joel

But I'm A Creep - @elvinaa PervyNeighbour!Joel

Confession - @elvinaa Priest!Joel

Dom Pérignon - @jrrmint DBF!Joel

Yes, Father Series - @chloeangelic Priest!Joel

Dirty Cage - @sin-djarin

A Little Discipline - @walkintotheriveranddisappear DarkStepdad!Joel

Closer Series & Pretty Little Wife Series - @beardedjoel

Jet & Ghost - @macfrog

Love's Gonna Get You Killed - @pascalisbaby

Sins Of My Father Series - @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin DBF!Joel

Short Days, Long Nights Series - @frannyzooey

Smut Celebration: Joel & Smut Celebration Joel 2 - @thetriumphantpanda

The Red - @prettykoolkat PlusSize!Reader

Grown Woman - @chloeangelic DBF!Joel

For I Have Sinned - @xanqels DarkCorruptedPriest!Joel

Blackmail - @milla-frenchy Featuring Javier Peña

Dancing With The Devil - @jenispunk DBF!Joel

Blush - @softlyspector

#pedro pascal characters #fic recs #joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller fic #joel miller tlou #joel miller x tess #joel x tess #joel miller x reader #joel miller x m!reader #joel miller x f!reader #tlou fic #joel miller angst #pedro pascal #pedro pascal universe

181 notes · View notes

harryistheonlyoneforme · 1 year

Note

Chris and Reader public sex maybe? Bonus points if they get caught👀

Deep moans fall from both Chris’s and YN’s lips as he slips inside her from behind, bottoming out in one smooth thrust. Almost immediately he has to drop his head onto her shoulder, feeling his cock already start to twitch inside of her. She’s watching him closely in the mirror, smirk forming on her face at how gone he is already.

“No, fuck,” he whines, squeezing his eyes shut as she moves her hips against him, teasing him. “Already fuckin’ ruining me, give me a minute,” he breathes, his Boston accent getting thicker as he strains to stave off his orgasm. Hands tight on her hips, he holds her still as she continues torturing him, and he’s considering just pulling out and cumming on her ass and leaving her to finish herself off as punishment but she feels to fucking good to leave right now.

“The whole point of a quickie is that we’re quick, I don’t care if you don’t last just fuck me,” she rushes, her brattiness pissing Chris off and making him even more gone for her all at the same time. She presses her hands onto the sink in front of her and tries to use it as leverage to fuck herself on his cock, smiling to herself when he chokes on another moan.

He’s had enough, gathering his bearings before removing one hand from her hip to bring it to her neck, pulling her upper body to him. His lips are right next to her ear as he pulls out slowly just to slam into her with so much force that a surprised moan falls from her lips and her hands flail to grip the counter tighter.

A dark hum rumbles deep in his chest as he repeats the action, gauging her reaction. “I think you forgot who’s in charge here,” he teases, applying pressure on either side of her neck with his one hand.

Her eyes have already taken purchase in the back of her head, her mouth wide open as he picks up his pace, the leaking head of his cock ramming her g spot with each thrust. She’s unable to form a single thought, the only thing occupying her mind is the feeling of him fucking her so perfectly, managing to render her speechless in mere seconds.

“Look at that,” he coos condescendingly, not letting up on his thrusts. “All that talk and now you’re all cockdrunk for me. Dumb little baby just needed to be put in her place, hm?” he teases, now using his grip on her throat as leverage to fuck her deeper. The sound of skin slapping fills the restroom and they’re both certain that they can be heard from outside but Chris doesn’t care, his thrusts unrelenting.

Her moans increase tenfold when he manages to graze her cervix, her legs starting to shake beneath her as her orgasm builds deep in her belly. It’s like a third sense to him at this point, and he lets go of her throat just to press her face into the cool counter in front of her, once again using both hands on her hips as leverage. His thrusts get much harder as he knows that is what will get her there, and he’s just watching where they’re connected, her wetness starting to drip down the both of their thighs.

“That’s it, princess. Take my cock just like you were made to,” he grits, his thrusts getting sloppy as his orgasm approaches once again. “Cum for me, and I’ll give you what you need,” just then there’s a loud knock on the bathroom door, angry swears following the sound.

YN makes an effort to have at least some remorse and quiet down but it’s so hard when he melts all thoughts in her brain. She’s about to tell him to give up and they can finish at home when he doubles his efforts, seemingly reading her mind. “Uh uh. You’re almost there, and I’m not stopping until you soak my fuckin’ cock. You can do it, just cum all over my cock and I’ll fill you up,” he encourages. It’s like a switch flips in her mind, and she’s immediately taking advantage of her permission to cum, her tight channel locking down onto his cock and keeping him inside her as she cums with a loud cry of his name.

Neither of them are surprised when they hear liquid dripping onto the floor as the result, her cum dripping down her legs and even into her shoes. She’s honestly quite embarrassed that he can ruin her this way, but the thoughts are overpowered by the fog that’s filled her brain. He can feel the evidence of her orgasm dripping onto his fancy shoes as she overloads his senses and he can’t hold his off any longer. He cums with an animalistic groan, filling her to the brim with his orgasm and warming her from the inside.

The knocking continues, the person on the other side of the door threatening to call the police if they don’t come out right now. Once again, he ignores them, holding her close to him as she twitches with the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm. When she’s all settled he pulls out gently, and he can see his cum stating to drip out of her. He can’t resist spreading her a little bit further and squatting down to be eye level with her sensitive pussy.

A bold lick between her swollen lips makes her whine in overstimulation but she doesn’t move away, she stays put until he’s had his fill, and then he’s standing up to grab some paper towels to clean her legs, leaving the mess on the floor. He adjusts her dress and fixes his clothes as best he can before they’re walking out of the bathroom.

The look on Chris’s face is nothing short of smug as they exit, making direct eye contact with who he assumes is the man who’d been banging on the door, and by the disgusted look on his face he knew it was. He lets YN walk a little ahead of him as he stops to look the man in the eye. “Might want to get someone in there to clean that up,” he tells him, watching in amusement as his face falls at the meaning of his words.

#harry styles fic rec #harry styles smut #harryistheonlyoneforme #smut #harry styles fic #harry styles filth #dbf harry styles #harry styles #harry related writings #dbf harry #chris evans fandom #cevans smut #cevans #cevans fandom #cevans fanfic #cevansfanfiction #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans #chris evans smut

564 notes · View notes

satellite-evans · 1 year

Text

Overprotective

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Summary: Chris is being overprotective of his pregnant wife <3

Word count: 880 words

Warnings: just fluff

A/N: here is a quick blurb for you guys! I hope you all enjoy it. Please tell me what you think xxx

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, recommendations, vents or questions are always welcome. I love talking to you guys about anything <3

Happy reading xxx

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site.

It was a Sunday evening in your Boston home you shared with your husband, that you started feeling bored. Ever since you got pregnant, the number of activities that you could do were limited not only by the pregnancy but also by your husband. Ever since he heard the news that you were having his baby and he was going to be a father, Chris was a whole new person. Not only was he mentally preparing to be the best version of himself, he was also trying to protect you and the baby from any type of harm that could occur.

“Umm, where do you think you’re going?” He asked you, with shocked eyes and fear in his tone, like you were going to a war.

“I’m going to the kitchen. Calm down. You don’t have to be so nervous all the time.” You laughed him off, thinking that it would be the end of the conversation, but Chris was still not done with you. He was very serious when he said that he would protect you from anything dangerous.

“Well, what if you accidentally burn your hand? Or bump your head into the wall? Y/N what if there is a piece of glass on the floor and you step on it? No. No no no no no, absolutely not. You stay here on the couch where it’s safe and I’ll make you whatever you want.”

And this continued during your whole pregnancy. Sometimes, you were worried that he was too focused on you and the baby, that he forgot he has his own life he should be focusing on. Neither of you were clingy people, but Chris became one after you got pregnant.

“Please, just gimme 5 more minutes.” Chris was supposed to be in a meeting with producers, but he was hugging his wife and kissing her belly, trying to feel the kicks of his baby.

“Chris, no, you aren’t supposed to be here right now. Go before your assistants get mad at me.” The last thing you wanted to do was hold Chris down and make him fall behind work. He was a dedicated actor you were proud of, and couldn’t wait to see more of his work.

“Please, if she even tries to talk to you with an attitude, she’ll be fired. No one gets to get mad at my wife.” A piece of you loved he was looking out for you and that he would die before anything happened to you and the baby, but you needed some alone time and Chris was working on your nerves.

“I swear to God if you don’t move your ass to the car and go that meeting right now, I will name our child after my great uncle. Go!”

Chris then stood up, hands in the air, brows furrowed, looking like you offended him.

“Okay, okay, I’m going. Jeez, I didn’t know I was such a burden.” After hearing his words, you rolled your eyes, once again witnessing how much of a baby your 41-year-old husband was.

“When did I say that, huh? Did such words ever leave my mouth? No. So stop acting like I treat you like a burden, baby.” You stood up and gave him a hug, and felt Chris put his head on yours.

“I love it so much, that you take care of us and protect us with so much care, but baby, you do it a lot. The baby and I won’t get hurt when we go to the kitchen or when we decide to go to the bathroom alone in the middle of the night. I get it, you’re nervous and you’re looking out for us, but doing too much is also not okay. You need to go out, interact with people, do your job, and me and the baby will be at home waiting for you. At this point, you are just spoiling us with all these hugs and kisses.” You finished your sentence with a laugh, which also made Chris laugh, above you. When you looked up, you saw he had glistering eyes, and a smile so perfect. The only thing you wanted was the best for him, just like he wanted for you.

“Yeah, I get it. I’m sorry that I seem so overprotective, but I can’t help it. I wanted this life for so long, and now I have it. I don’t want to be without you guys, ever. I’m sorry that I seemed to be clingy these last couple of months. Just the thought of something happening to you or the baby is the worst scenario to ever exist.”

With your hormones being everywhere, any type of comment Chris made about you and the baby being so important to him, sounded like most emotional poet to your ears and you couldn’t help yourself but cry.

“Oh honey, noooooo. Don’t cry please. You’re gonna make me cry.” He took you in for a bear hug while he gave your head a few kisses.

“You’re just the best husband, the best father and the best friend any woman would've asked for. Thank you for being here and looking out for us. The baby and I love you and appreciate everything you do for us.”

“Love you guys more.”

#chris evans x reader #chris evans fic #chris evans #chris evans imagine #chris evans fanfiction #cevans #chris evans x wife!reader #dad!chris evans #dad!chris evans x mom!reader #chris evans fluff #fluff #evansedits #chris evans fic rec #chris evans characters #dad! chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans x mom!reader #chris evans x y/n

2K notes · View notes

stargirlfics · 1 year

Note

Hi. I was wondering if I could possibly get some fic recs for an anxious and insecure reader for really any character or actor you talk about ❤️ if it’s not too much trouble that is.

@comfortcap has some of the best hurt/comfort fics that highlight the reader feeling insecure and anxious! I always go back to read those fics of Eun’s so def check em out!! They’re written for Cevans + characters!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰

#also check these tags of mine for more recs >>>>#fic authors #fic recs #asks

7 notes · View notes

k-evans-reads · 1 year

Text

The Best Things In Life

An On Deck Extension

Summary: After a hectic few weeks, Sam opens up to Chris.

Pairing: MLB!Chris Evans X OFC Samantha “Sam” Merrick

Word Count: 3,732

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

We do NOT give permission for our works to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. Our work is our own.

Warnings: None.

Previous | Main Masterlist | On Deck Masterlist

May 2028

“Where’s Daddy?”

“He’s in the locker room, buddy,” Sam promised Blake, watching as he practically vibrated with excitement as his eyes looked around the room, a small frown appearing on his face as the door to the locker room opened only to let a reporter out. “He’ll be out soon.”

She smoothed a hand over her tee shirt as she watched Blake bounce on his heels, his sneakers lighting up with every movement as he waited to see his father. The weekend games at Fenway had become a tradition with the Evans-Merrick family, with Blake, Sam, occasionally Lisa, and more often than not, Riley all going to support the team and spend time together, but long gone were the days of Blake napping on one of them through a couple innings. Now, evidenced by the sneakers on her feet, Sam spent most of the game chasing the energetic toddler around the suite, trying to keep track of him while occasionally checking on the score and hoping to not miss the second baseman’s activities.

“I go get him,” he told her, his blue eyes determined as he dropped his water bottle on the ground. He ignored Sam’s move to grasp his shoulders, instead bouncing away from her in his jersey and backwards hat.

“Blakey, wait here,” she instructed him, sighing when her pleas went ignored by the three-year-old. His little body was beelining past the other players’ families, ignoring the kids who had quickly become some of his best friends and playmates, all along his mission to get to the door, but she quickly caught up with him with his water in hand. Sam spun him to look at her, a scowl on his face that was so reminiscent of his father that it made her laugh before she firmly told him, “Blake Samuel, we’re waiting out here. Daddy has to take a shower and get changed.”

Blake’s lower lip jutted out as his hand moved up to push the backwards cap farther up his forehead and out of his eyes. His eyes darted as he held his arms up to Sam, voice quiet when he asked her, “Why?”

“Because Daddy smells bad after his games,” she reminded Blake with a smirk as she picked him up, setting the toddler on her hip. His head turned to rest on her shoulder just as Sam pulled the cap off of his head and dropped it in her bag along with the water bottle, revealing his messy mop of dark curls as he yawned loudly.

His eyes were locked on the door to the locker room for several moments, all but willing Chris to walk through the doors, before he looked up at Sam and agreed, “Daddy’s stinky.”

“You got that right, Blake,” she murmured, eyes slipping shut as she pressed a kiss to her boy’s hair, but her eyes flew open when she heard an excited gasp slip out of Blake’s lips and felt him start squirming in her hold.

Standing there, a few feet away from them just outside of the locker room, was Chris. A backpack was slung over his shoulder and his wet hair was messily stuck to his forehead, but the look on his face made Sam’s heart skip a beat. “Hey! There’s my Blakey boy!” He cheered as Blake was put onto the ground, smiling as he ran into Chris’ arms excitedly. “How’s my best buddy?”

“Uncle Riley got me popcorn!” Blake told Chris, his voice happy. Sam couldn’t help but to laugh at those words, thinking about how it had unintentionally become the highlight of the day for the boy. Going to games, while it was still fun and exciting for Blake, had quickly become more about what he did at the games, what he got to play with in the families’ suite with the other kids, and what treats he could wheedle out of Sam, rather than anything Chris or his teammates did.

“Oh he did?” Chris asked, his eyes wide as he listened to Blake. He grasped the boy under his arms and stood up to his full height, meeting Sam’s eyes for the first time as he walked the short distance to her. “So the popcorn was a lot more memorable than the triple your old man hit to score two runs, huh?” He asked, a smirk on his lips as he bounced Blake in his arms, making the boy giggle wildly.

Sam’s hand rested on Blake’s back as her boys stood in front of her, ticking him lightly before she met Chris’ eyes. She stood up on her tiptoes, pressing her lips to Chris’ quickly before they pulled away and she informed him, “Blake got popcorn, Skittles, and a hot dog so you bringing those runs home wouldn’t even make his top three favorite things from the game.”

“Why does that not surprise me?” Chris muttered, shaking his head in amusement.

Sam watched as Blake yawned again, knowing he’d be ready to crash soon, and told Chris, “We should probably get home soon, Blake is pretty tired.”

With a short nod and a quick goodbye to a few of his teammates, they headed down the hall to the exit, listening to Blake’s rambles about what games he’d played with the other kids as they strapped him into his carseat. Sam quietly climbed into the passenger seat before Chris got in on the other side and started the car. Her brain felt cluttered, so full of heavy emotions and noisy thoughts that had been filling her head for the past couple days.

She was thankful that Chris was even chattier than normal, reaching his free hand over to rest on her thigh covered in denim and rubbing his thumb softly while he animatedly spoke about the game. She didn’t blame him for being a little more hyped up than normal with how intense the game had been but Sam had barely noticed. There just was too much on her mind.

“Baby?” He asked, his voice lower now that Blake had fallen asleep in the back.

“Hmm? What?” She asked, glancing over at him as the car rolled to a stop at a red light. It’d been a long few days – week really – with Chris having seven games with a couple on the road, along with work for her, all while balancing Blake’s preschool and daycare schedules, and knowing what lay ahead of them until the season ended in the fall. She’d learned to relish the time that Blake and Chris got to have together among the pockets of separation during the season, but it’d only gotten harder on them all as Blake grew older and more aware of Chris’ absence for half of the year.

“...Are you okay?” Chris asked her, his voice nothing but concerned as he looked over at her from the driver’s seat. He shrugged at her silence, his foot pressing down lightly on the gas and his eyes returning to the road as he explained, “You’re kind of quiet.”

“Just tired I guess,” she lied, her voice even as she leaned her head back against the driver’s seat, exhausted from the long day and week.

But Sam saw the look in his eyes as he glanced over at her and she knew that Chris wasn’t buying it. He knew her too well. And he was right in knowing there was more than she was letting on but Chris chose to leave it alone which Sam was thankful for as they finished their drive.

Once they quietly made their way from the building’s garage to their condo, Sam took a still-sleeping Blake from Chris so that she could put the toddler to bed while Dodger and Chris went for a quick walk to the corner and back. The silence in the condo was welcomed as Sam slowly changed Blake out of his shorts and Red Sox jersey and into a pair of pajamas, tucking him into his bed and turning on his nightlight and sound machine before she cracked the door behind her and made her way down the hall and into her and Chris’ room. As she closed the curtains, she could hear the beep of the elevator just before Dodger and Chris made their way into the unit and down the hall, the door shutting behind them once they made it into the bedroom.

Sam had her back to Chris as she pulled on a pair of pajamas, her mind racing still even as she could feel his stare. It was a quiet, slightly tense few minutes, until Chris finally blurted out, “So are you going to tell me what’s going on or just keep acting weird?”

She turned her head as she pulled a pair of loose pants over her hips, brows furrowed as she watched him drop his clothes into their hamper. “What do you mean?” She asked him, jaw set stubbornly. She turned, walked past Chris, and into the bathroom, ignoring his frustrated sigh at her actions as she stood in front of their vanity to wash her face.

“I’m meaning the fact that you’re not acting like yourself at all,” he clarified, brows furrowed as concern took over. His hip leaned against the tall cabinet next to her side of the vanity as she applied her cleanser, insisting, “Something’s obviously going on.”

“Why? What would be going on?”

He shrugged helplessly, hands flying in the air as he told her, “I don’t know, that’s kind of why I’m asking you.”

“Nothing, I’m fine,” she repeated, leaning down to rinse the cleanser off of her skin.

He let out another frustrated sigh, his eyes shutting as he listened to her rebuttal. “Are you ever going to stop being so fuckin’ stubborn and just tell me? Honestly, it would be a lot easier,” He asked her, his emotions flaring momentarily as he pushed himself off the cabinet and stood behind her.

Sam reached for her washcloth, drying off her face. She stared at herself in the mirror as she patted her skin dry, trying to muster the argument that’d postpone this discussion. But she knew there was nothing she could do, especially at this point. “I’m pregnant.” She finally told him, fearful eyes meeting his surprised gaze in the mirror.

His jaw had dropped slightly and his brows were raised, pure shock on his face as he asked, “...You’re pregnant?”

“I just… I don’t know how this happened Chris,” she admitted, arms crossing over herself as she spun around to face him. She leaned against the soapstone countertop as she looked him in the eyes. She felt awful. She knew they’d been careful their entire relationship, but especially since they’d been married to not have any chances outside of when they were actively trying to have Blake, but since then? Pills, regular periods, and absolutely nothing to note. Until the last two weeks. “I’ve not missed any of my birth control.”

His eyes dropped from her for a second before they snapped back up, his voice nervous as he asked, “Are you sure you’re pregnant?”

“Pretty fucking sure,” she all but scoffed. There was a stack of about ten different tests lined up in her drawer, thanks to a CVS run after dropping Blake off at preschool earlier in the week. All positive, without a hint of doubt.

Her hand moved to open the drawer, showing Chris silently. He stood over it, eyes moving from test to test as he thought quietly before he asked, “How long have you known?”

She stared down at the tests, the ten ‘positive’ windows almost mocking her. “A few days,” she admitted.

“Baby… why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, his voice almost disappointed. She brought her eyes up to meet his, tears burning her brown eyes as she stared at Chris. She felt bad, almost as if she was a disappointment to him for a fluke incident, but also that she’d been keeping this from him – in nearly plain sight, if he’d accidentally opened that drawer while looking for extra toothpaste in the last few days – but she couldn’t have put one more thing on him this week. He’d just gotten back from Philadelphia and Atlanta earlier in the week and had such a busy schedule between then and now, while also trying to soak up time with Blake. She hadn’t wanted to distract him, but she should’ve known he’d figure something was up before she was ready to tell the truth.

“Because I didn’t know how,” she confessed, her voice breaking as shame flooded her. “This wasn’t what we were planning on.”

She watched as Chris barely even reacted to those words but she knew they both understood the meaning. They had decided that Blake was it. They’d had their one, amazing, unbelievable child and felt indescribably lucky to be his parents, but didn’t want to tempt fate with another when they were so content with just Blake. And that's always been their philosophy, but life had other plans for them. “How are you feeling about it?” Chris quietly asked her, his voice now worried.

“I honestly don’t even know,” Sam choked out, tears flowing down her cheeks. “I just never thought I wanted kids and then we had Blake and that’s been amazing but I’m just…”

“What, baby?” He murmured, his hands moving to gently unwind her arms from her torso and then grasped her hand. “Just say it. Just tell me.”

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to do it again. I’m afraid that Blake going well was a fluke and if I have another kid I’ll somehow screw it all up and end up being like my mom,” she finally admitted to him. She felt it was almost selfish to ask for more at this point when Blake was just… everything she never knew life could be like. He woke up everyday with a smile on his face, excited for the day no matter if it meant going to school so Sam could go to the clinic while Chris was on the road, or if it was the rare day that he got to spend at home with both of his parents. It was so rare that he got both of them at this point that it definitely felt unfair to even consider bringing another into the mix, but this still felt like it wasn’t even certain in Sam’s mind. They still had time, there were many conversations and learning curves to be had, and nothing was set in stone yet.

“Samantha Evans, there is not one part of your relationship with Blake that’s a fluke,” Chris sternly told her, his voice firm and strong. “You are an incredible mother because of who you are, not in-spite of it.”

She reached a hand up to rub at her eyes, harshly wiping the tears away as she nervously asked, “But what if I can’t do it again. What if I screw up this kid?”

“Sammy, in the years I’ve known you, I’ve seen you become a mother to Riley and raise him when you were only a kid yourself. Then I got to see you have our Blakey boy and be the best mother I could ever dream of for our son,” he told her with full honesty. Sam almost shrunk under the weight of the praise he was giving her, feeling she didn’t deserve any of it. Riley…. Anyone could’ve raised that boy and he still would’ve turned out the same, would’ve been put on the same path that had led him to be that kind, loving young man who was now a professional in the real world, having grown up in the blink of an eye. He just was a good person.

But with Blake, she felt like she second guessed everything. Bonding at first was a struggle, but soon their biggest issue was everything from the way his swaddles were tied as a baby to the food they fed him to how she fed him, to the activities they did now and if he was learning enough and on track. It was overwhelming and she went to bed each night exhausted and fearful that she still somehow hadn’t done enough for him that day. Chris shrugged, oblivious to the racing thoughts in her mind as he simply told her, “So if you don’t want to have another baby, that’s a different conversation, but if this is only because you think you’re not a good mother, then let me tell you that’s a load of bullshit.”

“I just never expected this. I never expected any of this,” her voice shook with the weight of the admission. “I still feel like the diner girl working until my feet are sore and wondering how I’m going to be able to buy Riley new shoes and when I realize that I’m here with you and have this family with you and Blake and Riley, I guess I just… have a hard time accepting this is my life. I never expected to be this happy.”

“Neither did I, baby,” Chris smiled, his hands moving from her sides to instead rest on the small of her back, gently pulling her just a few inches closer to him. “I think we’ve found in both our lives that the unexpected things have been the best parts of our lives.”

She finally smiled, for the first time since he stepped out of that locker room hours ago. She thought about that statement. He’d come bursting back into her life in the most unexpected way, and everything about their relationship was still unbelievable to her. His career ending and resuming was unexpected, along with the additional World Series pennant that now hung in Fenway. They’d never expected to have kids in the first place, but when they both realized they could do it – and maybe do it well – they decided to try, and Blake changed them for the better. Her life for the last six years had been nothing short of magical, and she knew that as long as Chris was by her side with their boys, they’d be okay. “I think so too,” she admitted to him, her hand lifting to rest on his bare shoulder.

He pursed his lips and arched an eyebrow as he looked down at her, his voice low as he suggested, “Then how about we let this be another unexpected good thing in our lives?”

It was almost funny when Sam thought about it, realizing how the unexpected and unknown seemed to always hold negative things in her younger years. Uncertainty only spelled stress and sleepless nights, but ever since Chris had made his unexpected reappearance in her life, the only things that popped up and surprised her were good and she rested in that truth, knowing that this would be too.

“I want that, Chris,” she spoke, her voice strong and full of certainty. “I want to have this baby if you do.”

“There’s nothing I want more,” he smiled, his eyes twinkling as he pressed his lips to her forehead and took a second to soak in the excitement and gravity of the moment. Her eyes darted to the side, feeling nothing but peace as she looked at the line of pregnancy tests, butterflies in her stomach at the positives. “Baby, this is so fucking exciting. We’re going to get to have another.”

Her hand worked its way into his hair, gently moving through the brown locks as she mused, “I wonder what Blake is going to think of it.”

“You know he’s going to be so happy,” Chris chuckled, pressing his lips to her cheek as his eyes misted over at the mere mention of Blake and the baby. “Can you imagine him as a big brother? I can’t fuckin’ wait to see that.”

But Sam smirked, her nose scrunching as she added, “Let’s hope he’s a better brother than you were to your siblings.”

Chris leaned back, his brows furrowing and a frown on his face while he suspiciously – and innocently – asked her, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

But she simply frowned at him, knowing that he had absolutely no right to argue that statement. It was a perk, and drawback, of having known Chris for nearly their entire lives, she knew all his worst moments from childhood. “I seem to remember that time that you tricked Scott into wetting his pants. Oh and that time that you tried to tell Shanna she was invisible. And then that one time-”

“Okay, okay, I think we know Blake will be a better brother than I was,” Chris conceded, but then looked at her with a smirk and added, “Apparently I’m not all bad though because I somehow managed to score you, even after you hated me at first.”

“Can you blame me? You were an ass,” she laughed, smacking his chest lightly just as his hand moved down to do the same to her rear.

He smirked down at her, but quickly the mischievous – and slightly sexy – expression turned soft as he said, “Hopefully a bit less of one now.”

“I think it’s safe to say you won me over a long time ago,” Sam assured him, watching the way her words swelled confidence in him.

She pulled him closer to her, wrapping herself around him as she finally got the comfort of his touch. She knew this was something they never anticipated, having gone through a variety of safeguards in order to prevent it, but she had never felt so relieved to have Chris. Not only as a friend and comfort, but as a partner to lean on. She knew without a doubt that he wouldn’t hesitate to do anything, not only for her or the young boy, asleep in his little bed down the hall with a stuffed animal tucked in his arms, but also for Riley, across town in his apartment, and everyone else they considered family. And now, also for their newest addition, whose presence was invisible except for the physical symptoms and tests in that drawer that confirmed her suspicions.

But like Chris said, the best things in their lives were the unexpected ones. And this one was their biggest surprise yet.

A/N: One more little Evans baby! Thank you so much for reading and we can't wait to hear your thoughts!

111 notes · View notes