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A Doppelgänger interlude:
Title: What I’m Thankful For
Pairing: Ransom x Reader, Lloyd x Reader
Summary: Lloyd and Ransom have quite a lot to be thankful for this year. 
Warnings: Dubcon/Noncon, Dark!Ransom, Lloyd Hansen is his own warning, Nonconsensual Drug-use, Drugging, Mind games, Threesome, Darkfic, Smut
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“I think it’s working.” Ransom sounds like he’s speaking to you from miles away. You’re floating, or at least, it feels like you are, your body suspended in warm syrup. He picks up your wrist, jiggling it. You giggle—it’s funny. You don’t know why, but it is. 
 “She’s supposed to be asleep,” comes the irritated voice of your brother-in-law. He’s leaned against the wall, his mouth twisted into a scowl beneath his mustache. “She look asleep to you?” For some reason, his annoyance is the funniest thing you’ve ever seen, and you snort as you double over laughing. 
 Ransom cups your chin, running his thumb across your lips. You stare up at him, glassy eyed. 
 “I don’t think she’s going to remember this,” he chuckles, patting your cheek affectionately. “Are you, Sweetheart?”
 Every nerve ending feels like it’s giving off fireworks as Ransom reaches underneath the hem of your baggy t-shirt. It’s one of his, the Harvard one, he loves you in it. That holds true tonight, too, as he cups your breasts beneath the fabric, humming appreciatively. 
 “This is my favorite shirt you stole,” he praises you. You grin up at him dopily as the words swim in one ear and out the other. “Looks so good on you.” 
 “I’d like it better off,” Lloyd remarks, and Ransom rolls his eyes. “Arms up, Princess.” You lift your arms up like you’re told. There’s not enough processing power left in the conscious meat of your brain to realize that you don’t have much choice. Whatever cocktail of chemicals is coursing through your bloodstream right now has made you more than pliant—you’re obedient. 
 Lloyd clucks his tongue appreciatively at the sight of your breasts, reaching forward to pinch one of your nipples between his fingers. You keen softly and he smiles. 
 “Much better off.” 
 Ransom sits you up so that Lloyd can slide onto the bed behind you, and you can feel the warmth of his skin through his shirt as you slump against him. Ransom leans forward to kiss you, and you hum with pleasure. His lips are soft, familiar. His tongue in your mouth tastes like bourbon. You moan against him, and he chuckles. 
 “Greedy girl,” he mumbles against your lips, tapping your nose when you moan with displeasure. Distantly, in the gray matter of your subconscious, you’re aware that something is wrong, but you can’t put your finger on what it is, not when your skin feels like fireworks sound and your husband is doing that thing with his mouth on your cunt—when did he get down there?
 You don’t remember how your legs got draped over Ransom’s broad shoulders, his eyes glinting up at you from between your thighs. Lloyd’s mustache tickles against the side of your throat as he sucks hard at your pulse point. 
 “You’ll leave a mark,” Ransom says, pulling away from your sopping core. Your hips twitch and you whine, but he levels a sharp little tap against the fleshiest part of your thigh to quiet you. 
 “We’ll just say it was you, won’t we little brother?” Lloyd hums. Your breath catches as he tweaks your nipples. He makes a pleased noise deep in his throat at the noise you make, and does it again. If there was a part of your brain that was capable of rational thought, you might compare the sure, entitled way that Lloyd touched you with Ransom’s knowing confidence. But all you could focus on was the sensation of it all. 
 Lloyd grinds his hard cock between the cheeks of your ass, gripping your hips to ensure you stayed still—you don’t know when he took his pants off. You’re floating from one moment to the next, only aware of what’s happening right now as your husband draws letters and shapes against your clit that make you shudder and babble.
 “P—please,” you moan around Lloyd’s fingers, and he nips the shell of your ear. You don’t know what you’re asking for. Your tongue moves against his fingers, and his laughter vibrates against your back as you try to force the words out anyway. Your cunt seizes and you shake and moan, your eyes rolling. You’re cumming, you realize belatedly, your body convulsing. 
 Ransom pulls away, drawing the back of his hand across his glistening mouth and chin.
 “Was that what you wanted, Sweetheart? You’re going to have to speak up,” he says, and the both of them laugh riotously. “Use your big girl voice.” You can’t figure out what’s funny  as you lay there between them, your thighs trembling. 
 And then Ransom’s inside of you, his head back, groaning. Your thighs are wrapped around his waist—when did I get here? When did this go so far? The head of his cock is pushing deliciously against your cervix, and Lloyd’s against your back muttering darkly in your ear, his words sliding down into your buzzing head like oil.
 “Such a good girl.” Lloyd’s leaning you forward, and you rest your palms against Ransom’s chest. “Fuck, I couldn’t stay away.” Something cool and wet drips between the cheeks of your ass, and you feel his thumb press against the pucker of your entrance. You’re already so full of Ransom, there’s no room, you can’t—You don’t realize you’ve spoken until Lloyd laughs. 
 “Yes you can, Princess,” he hums. “After all, you’ve done it before.” The gel tingles, and you whine as he eases his thumb inside. You pant when he pulls it out only to replace it with his middle and index fingers, scissoring them inside you as Ransom rolls his hips into yours. Your limbs feel loose and heavy draped over your husband as Lloyd positions himself behind you, the thick, throbbing head of his cock pressing tightly against your asshole until it pops inside.
 You’re panting. The whole of your body feels warm, your cunt clenching desperately around Ransom, who groans into the nape of your neck as Lloyd seats himself all the way inside. 
 “M’full,” you complain, gasping for air against Ransom’s throat. Your teeth scrape against his skin. “Ran?”
 “Fuck—It’s okay, babe,” he says distractedly. You groan as Ransom sinks in while Lloyd pulls out, the two of them working your body in tandem. “Y-you’re doing so good—ah shit—so good.” 
 Lloyd’s leaving more bruises on your neck and shoulders, cursing and groaning as he sinks in with obscene, wet squelches. You wail, and the sound of it bounces off the walls and back into your ears. 
 “Go ahead and let it out, Princess,” Lloyd growls into your hair as he pulls your head back. “It’s just the three of us here, after all. Isn’t that right Ransom?” He pants. “Just you, and us. All. Fucking. Night.” 
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 You feel like you’ve been run over by a truck. It’s a struggle to sit up, thanks to the pounding headache and the soreness between your thighs, and as you stagger out of bed and into the ensuite bathroom, Ransom doesn’t even stir. Your eyes widen when you catch sight of yourself in the mirror—you look like a crime scene. 
 There’s horrific bruising on your neck, love bites ranging in size all the way down past your collarbone. There are finger shaped bruises you just know Ransom’s hands will fit perfectly into if you were to check them, and God— your face heats as your thighs rub together stickily. You’re sore everywhere. 
 You climb into the shower, still taking stock of each new ache and bruise as you find them. It’s like Ransom beat you to a pulp last night. Your face warms. You don’t really remember it, snatches of sweaty skin and low, lust filled words are the only things you can draw up from your memory of the night before. The images just… stop, after a while, becoming more feeling than recollection. 
 You can clearly remember prepping for you and Ransom’s first Thanksgiving. It was supposed to be small, intimate—your sister and her latest flame, your brother and his wife, your parents. You’d gone to Ransom’s family’s place the year before, and it had been… impersonal. No, you’d been looking forward to doing things with your family this year, only to have Lloyd show up completely out of the blue while you’d been prepping. 
 You narrow your eyes as you stand under the spray, massaging soap into your sore muscles. He’d claimed his car was having trouble, but you weren’t that naive. He was jealous—you were taking his twin away, after all. It didn’t matter how much time you devoted to the relationship, you would always be the interloper. 
 You rinse off, shutting off the water before stepping out of the shower. You quickly wrap a towel around yourself, wincing as your core throbs. In the bedroom, Ransom is still sound asleep as you make your way across the room to the closet. It’s still new to you, having this much space just in your bedroom, but Ransom won’t settle for anything smaller. You squeak in surprise as you flick on the light, clutching the towel tighter around you as Lloyd’s smirking face appears before you. 
 “Easy, Princess.” He’s holding one of Ransom’s shirts. “Didn’t pack anything to wear, so I figured I would borrow something.” His eyes drag over you unabashedly. “Wasn’t trying to scare you, scout’s honor.” 
 “You should knock.”
 “I did. I think you were in the shower. I figured you didn’t want me coming in there.” You’re not sure, but you think his smirk widens. “Sorry for the intrusion, sis.” For some reason, you don’t like the way it sounds when he says it. He slides past you, brushing against your bare shoulder. “Thanks again for letting me stay for turkey day.” 
 “You’re welcome, Lloyd.” The words are clipped. “It’s not like you could drive all the way back to the house.” And all the repair services are closed. He lingers in the doorway for longer than you think is appropriate, and as you’re fixing your mouth to ask him firmly to leave, Lloyd licks his lips. 
 “I’m finding I have so much to be grateful for this year,” he purrs. You hate the way it makes you clench, in spite of yourself. “Let me know if I can help with dinner.” He takes another long look at you as you busy yourself selecting a t-shirt from the dresser on your side of the closet. “If I know you, it’s delicious.” 
 You don’t let go of the towel until you hear the door click closed softly, your heart thumping wildly in your chest.
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peyiswriting · 2 days
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DO I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION NOW ?
PAIRING : Chris Evans x Black reader
SUMMARY : Reader is trying to relive her college years with her best friend but her husband Chris is not happy about it. 
The story occurs two years before Imani birth and a six months after their wedding. If you want a precise context, I advise you to read Trouble in Paradise. 
WARNINGS (+18) : ANGST 
(English is not my first language so feel free me to correct me so I can improve it next time).
Writing takes a lot of time so it’s always pleasing to read a feedback even in anon. (GIF IS NOT MINE : chrisevansedits) 
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You carefully opened your bedroom, trying not to wake Chris up. The alcohol in your blood system making it harder for you to be quiet and walk straight. You almost bumped into the bathroom door when you tried to open it. Once you got inside, you looked at yourself in the mirror.
It's been four nights that you’ve been going out with your bestie. Club, restaurants and bars, you felt like a college girl again. Drinking, partying like there's no tomorrow. A light giggled resounded in the bathroom when you thought about your crazy night. Lost in your memories, you haven't realized that your husband Chris has opened the door. You jumped at the sight of him.
"You scared me Chris. What the fuck ?" Chris completely ignored you and approached the toilet seat. Weirdly, you couldn't help but look at his back and broad shoulders, biting your lips at the thought of running your hands all over his figure.
Chris turned to look at you, "Can I pee without you staring at me ? It’s weird."
"We're married, who cares ? Anyway, I'm heading out." You abandoned him the bathroom to sit on your shared bed, waiting for him to get out so you could wash your face and get ready to join your bed.
Chris opened the door pretty harshly and rushed back in bed, not even glancing at you once. The lack of attention from him made you feel some type of way. These days, your marriage was a little bit rocky. Chris focus on ASP gave him little to no time for you. At the beginning, you played the comprehensive wife but after a month of not having any attention from him, you decided to live your life. Knowing very well that your new behavior bothered him.
However, tonight you were in the mood to try something. Your head turned to watch Chris covering himself up with the sheets.
"Chris." He hummed out as of annoyance, looking at you.
"Do you even know what time it is Y/N ?"
"We're in the middle of the night yeah, so what ?"
Chris let out a loud sigh and pass a hand through his hair, trying to calm his increasing nerves."The middle of the night ? It's almost 5 a.m. Fuck it's been four time in a row that you're coming back home at such hours. Do I have to remind you that you're a married woman ?"
The multiples type of alcohol you had tonight resurfaced. Instead of replying and discuss about your husband frustration, you started to laugh hysterically.
"Is my husband jealous ? Oh babe.” You said crawling to him, your hands settling on his bicep. "I'm your wife. Only yours. What are you afraid of hm ?" Chris never turned to look at you, the way he clenched his jaw. You knew he was furious. If you were sober you would have not leaned to kiss his face and leave his beard tickle you.
"Babe Evans, can I have your attention for a minute ?" Chris turned to lay on his back, he tried his best to not snap. Smelling the alcohol on you, made him understand that it'll be useless to start a conversation now. You were probably too drunk for a proper communication.  
Suddenly, you climbed on him and rested your hands on his chest as you grind your hips against his crotch. Normally, Chris would have flipped you over to fuck you but today he stayed indifferent.
"Chris you're my husband. You're the only man I want to be with and fuck. It shouldn't bother you to see me at 4 a.m. because at the end of the day. I'm coming back home to you."
Chris delicately removed you from his lap. "We'll talk about it tomorrow."
"I know I'm married, that's why I showed my wedding ring to all the guys who tried to hit up on me babe." Chris gulped, at least you showed off your ring to calm those horny bastards. His eyes closed trying to erase the image of men flirting with you. He knew how attractive you were, that's the first thing he noticed when he met you. Your energy, beauty and charisma completely absorbed him.
"I want you Chris." You mewled. "It's been a while we haven't fuck properly and I miss that."
Chris looked at the ceiling as he answered, "No offense but I don't feel like fucking right now."
You pouted and got up "You're not funny Chris. Even if you're mad at me, angry sex is better than no sex at all.” Chris decided to close his eyes and pretend to not hear you anymore. Whatever was coming out of your mouth pissed him off more than anything. His lack of interest hurt you, tears started to form in your eyes. You refused to cry in front of him so you got up and joined the bathroom, where you let it all out.
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The next day you woke up with a headache from last night. Your body ached reminding you that you went too hard on dancing. A sudden growl from your stomach lead you straight to the kitchen where your husband was standing. Scrolling through his phone as he sipped on his coffee.
"Good Morning babe."
”Morning.”
”Okay.”The coldness of his tone intrigued you, making you wonder what was going on. Despite the alcohol, you clearly remembered what happened last night. The pain of your husband rejection still there but you hoped that you’ll have the chance to discuss.
"What's your plans for today ?"
"Nothing." He replied hastily, way quickly for your taste. Out of confusion, you furrowed your eyebrows but you brushed it off. If Chris had nothing planned, you would take advantage of it and avoid a useless fight.
"Cool. You'll stay home with me then. I have plenty ideas for us to have fun. If you know what I mean babe." You said stroking his hair.
"How about you have fun by going out with your best friend ? You don't need me to have fun right ?"
”Okay, I can feel that you have something to say please do so. Stop being passive aggressive. We’ve already had this conversation."
"You want me to say what I think ? Good. I'm tired of seeing my wife go out to the clubs, bars and restaurants. Not giving a damn about me and coming home at 4 or 5 a.m. What the fuck ? How would you react if I did such a thing ?"
"Instead of being mad for nothing, ask yourself why I'm behaving the way I do ?"
Chris closed his eyes as an attempt to control his anger. ”Mad for nothing ? Mad for nothing ? Are you serious ? You don’t care about what I have to say so don’t expect me to so Y/N."
During fights Chris and you promised to each other to not yell on one another to communicate properly. Yet, today you struggled with this idea. You took a deep breath, fighting with your inner self to calm your nerves.
"Do you even remember the last time you took me on a date ? The last time you fucked me ? The last time you spent quality time with me ? Bet you can't because these days, it’s all about ASP and all your boring meetings. Yesterday I even tried to touch you and you rejected me.”
"Oh baby. What you listed is still not enough for you to behave like a single woman.” Chris added, the tone of his voice lightly increasing.  
You rolled your eyes at him and replied in a provocative tone, ”Marriage is not a prison Christopher. I still can go out whenever I want to. Especially when there’s nothing worth staying at home for.”
”Watch your mouth Y/N. I’ve never stopped you from going out. You can go out but you don't get to come at 4 a.m every night. Drinking and partying like college girl while you’re a grown woman who owns a fashion business, come on. You should know better. I’m sorry to break it down to you but my husband rights include knowing where my wife is. If something happens to you, people are going to turn to me first. Protecting you is one of my duties. How I’m supposed to do so if I don’t even know what the fuck you’re doing ?”
You shook your head at his hard tone. ”What about your duties of love and support uh ? You care more about this stupid app than your wife.”
Chris jaw stiffened when he heard stupid website. He got up and spat ”I won’t allow you to talk shit about my app.”
”You said what you wanted with no interruption right ? Well now it's my turn." You explained raising your fingers as the sound of your voice increased.
"No I don't want to listen to you. You just called one of my project stupid. You're out of line."
"Christopher ! You're going to listen to me because this what communication is about.”
”Communication is also about respect. Calling my project stupid especially when you  how hard worked on this goddamn app, is not the way to go."
You raised one hand, trying to silence him. "Yes so what ? I worked hard on my company too but I've never ignored my wife duties like you’re doing. Do you even care ? Me not feeling loved these days, should be your main concern. Not me calling your project stupid."
"Whatever Y/N. I need a moment." Chris left you standing in the kitchen, letting please to a heavy silence in the house. "Where are you going ?" You asked in an angry tone when you saw him pick up his jacket and cap.
"Far away from you. I need to calm down before I say things, I might regret." He replied in attempt to hurt your feelings. When you heard the door slam, you turned to Dodger who looked at you in confusion. ”Don’t look at me like that, you know how delusional your dad can be.”
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If Chris refused to give some attention, you will find another way to have it. You stared at yourself in the mirror, admiring the beautiful lace that enveloped your body. You knew how weak he could be when he saw you in lingerie. Most of the time, you put in on for sexy moments but today you decided to use it as a weapon. The second you heard the door opening and Dodger bark, you put your kimono on. Leaving it open to show off your lingerie.
Chris crushed on the couch, his eyes glued on his book. Apparently, the small walk was beneficial for his nerves.
”Oh ! Look who’s back ?” You tease innocently. Chris lift his eyes up and blinked twice to be sure of what was in front of him. He shook his head, trying to delete the sinful images that invaded his head.
”As you can see, I’m calmer so let’s keep it that way.”
”I’m not here to start a fight just speak my truth.” You approached him and let the kimono fall down on the floor. ”Look at my body. Tell me when was the last time, you saw it or made love to it ?”
Chris sat up on the sofa and closed his book to look at you. His eyes stared at your body, scanning each part of it. As if he tried to remember the last time he saw you naked.
”I’m not going to give your body the love and attention it needs when you’ll respect me.” He looked up, giving you a death glare.
”Who said I don’t respect you? I just want my husband to listen to what I have to say and give me the attention I need. Is that too much to ask for ? Chris, as a husband you have rights but also duties.”
”Oh I know that, no need to remind it to me. On your contrary I don’t baffle my duties.”
You let out provocative laugh ”Tell how I baffled my duty as a wife ? Because I’m coming home late, because I’m going out and having fun. Or it’s just that you can’t stand the idea of me being desired by men who aren’t you.”
Chris laughed nervously ”I don’t mind my wife being desired because I know how fantastic she looks. My problem is that you don’t respect me at all when you come home late at night. A married woman have no business being out 4 days per weeks and come home in the morning.”
”What the fuck, you think I’m doing outside ? Since when dancing and talking to people is being disrespectful ? Explain to me. Plus, I see no interest into coming home early. You’re not talking to me like that, you’re not touching me or offering any quality time. So I don’t see why I’m supposed to stay with you. I’ll stay with you when you’ll stop treating me like a roommate. ”
”I’ll be your husband when you will show me more respect. In the mean time, I’m your roommate.” He said smirking arrogantly.
His grin did nothing but piss you off even more. ”You know damn well why I started to go out. Stop pretending like you don’t understand what I’m saying Chris. Well, you know what ? I’m done. Let it go. You want to act like a roommate, fine I take notes.” You spat closing your kimono and join your bedroom.
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You applied Chris’ favorite lipstick, a bright red shade to reflect the boiling anger and frustration you bottled. The red dress perfectly emphasized your curves. The diamond necklace Chris gifted you to celebrate the launch of your first fashion collections, accentuated the v of the dress. The high heels extended your legs making you feel like a goddess. Before you left the bathroom, Chris words came back into your mind ”I’m your  roommate.” Out of rage, you pulled on the rings that decorated your left hand, abandoning the two luxurious rings in the bathroom.
”I’m going out, I’m going to eat with my bestie and we’ll go to a disco-bar don’t wait for me.”  His eyebrows furrowed, his eyes looked at you in delusion. How dare you ? Chris got up and approached, his eyes scanning your figure and hands.
”Where the fuck is your wedding ring ? What about your engagement ring ? Why is your hand naked ?” He shout forgetting about his vow to never yell during a fight. You looked down trying to repress a laugh. Chris panicked thinking about what you said last night :
"I know I'm married, that's why I showed my wedding ring to all the guys who tried to hit up on me babe.”Those men would try harder if they see that the ring is gone.
”You said, you’re my roommate right ? So I’m acting like yours.”
”Goddamn it ! You don’t have to every words seriously, especially not what I say during an argument. Go upstairs and put your rings back on. I’m not playing with you.” Chris demanded in the firmest tone.
The anger in his eyes should have made you back up but it didn’t. Instead, it turned on making you hope that he would press you against the wall to make up for the lost time. However, your desires won’t stop you from seeing the bigger picture.
”Oh, so I’m not your roommate anymore Chris ?”
”You’re just confirming my point, you have no respect for me.” He said agitating his hands to express his frustration.
”Because you think not listening to me is a form of respect Christopher ?” Chris let out a loud sigh as he rubbed his face. ”You’re my wife. Not my roommate. I’m sorry. Can you put your rings back on ? Go out is one thing but not without your rings.”
”The common sense is coming back good. Do I have your attention now ?” Chris nodded in defeat, his eyes staring at the diamond necklace.
”Listen, I’m sorry for calling ASP stupid. My anger isn’t really directed at your project but you. The app is supposed to be launch next year before the elections. So, I completely understand why you’re in the rush. Still, I’m not okay with the fact that you put me aside. I’m your wife Chris, your duty is to make me feel love, appreciated and wanted. I don’t feel like it these days and when I tried to explain it to you, you brushed it off. Instead of starting a drama, I thought that I should do my own thing. Since my bestie was in town I thought it would be fun to bring back old memories. Not going to lie, it felt good to be out and desired again. Yesterday when you rejected me, it just deepen the cut that I already felt.” You explained with a soft voice, the one which often hide your sadness.
”Christopher. Are you still with us ?” You asked after seeing his lack of reactivity. Chris gave you another bad look but he nodded, meaning that he listened to you.
Chris looked down ashamed to have neglected you for a while and hurt your feelings. ”It’s true, I should have known better but I don’t like how you acted. Going out, drinking and coming back home at 4 a.m, is still not okay. Not when your husband is waiting for you at home. You didn’t even tell me that you were going out, nothing. I find that pretty disrespectful.”
You nodded understanding your husband point of view as well. Lord knows how pissed you would have been if Chris came back home late at night 4 days in a row, without telling you. It was only fair to acknowledge your wrong. ”You’re right Chris. I should have at least told you that I’m going out and not acted like a single lady. My goal was never to disrespect you, I just wanted to have some fun and forget about the tensions between us. I’m sorry, Chris.”
Chris let out a sigh of relieve, happy to know that you finally had the chance to communicate peacefully. ”Okay, I’m not going to lie to you but I still have a lot of work to do with ASP. So, I’m not going to be able to be as present as I usually am. What I can do is keep my Sundays free to spend more time with my wife. Also, two evenings per week. No ASP talk or anything, just you and me spending quality time. However I expect from you to let me know when you go out and not come back late at night every time you’re out. What do ya think ?”
You nodded at his suggestion. ”Sounds fair. I know our schedules are reckless but I would appreciate an effort from you.” Chris took your hand in his and pulled you closer to him.
”I’ll make an effort, I promise, I know how important it is for you, for us.”
”Thank you for understanding.” He opened his arms for a hug. You widely smiled and enveloped him with your arms  for a the highest embrace you’ve had for a while.
”I’m sorry sweetheart. You’re right, I should never have neglected you and not listen to what you had to say. I’ll make it up to you.”
”You better Christopher.”You replied jokingly. His arms wrapped around your naked waist, as Chris leaned to capture your lips, the kiss was heated and urgent. You pulled back looking at him and smiling. ”I miss these lips.”
”I’m sorry Mrs. Evans, can you forgive me and put back your rings on ?”
”Only if you show me how much you’ve missed me.” You said in a seductive tone,  stroking the back of his neck.
”Thought you were going out.” He said as your fingers played with his beard.
”Well, I can call her to cancel. Depends on you but I feel like my outfit deserves to be seen too.”
”What if I take you out and make love to you after ? Sound good to ya ?”
You shook your head ”No, I actually want you to take your frustrations out on me. I want a good fuck, the post argument type.”
”Sounds even better sweetheart.” He replied smacking your ass with a grin. ”Alright, let’s do it.”
*(ASP = A starting point)
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sarahrogersevans · 2 days
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It’s Not Goodbye It’s See You Later- Chris Evans xreader fan fic
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Summary: Reader and Chris have some of reader’s cousins over and they have a great time but when it comes to the end of the night to say goodbye reader has a hard time and Chris comforts them
Warnings: fluff, angst, soft Chris, mentions of feeling anxious, not a lot of warnings for this one
I was so excited some of my cousins were coming over today & I was cleaning around like crazy feeling anxious every time they are in town but it’s gonna be great. Chris came into the room and saw I was running around cleaning everything and Chris rubbed my back and said “hey babe your phone vibrated one of your cousins said they’d be here in a bit, the whole house looks great Y/N.” I stopped and hugged Chris and said “thank you honey I’m just always anxious before they come I’m not sure why.” Chris smiled at me and said “oh doll don’t be nervous they love seeing you remember? They’re your family Y/N it’ll be fun.” I took a deep breath and said “ok you’re right, thank you Chris what would I do without you?” Chris leaned in to kiss me and said “I love you honey I’m here to support you.”
The door bell rang a bit later and I went over to open the door and my cousins were standing by the door and I smiled and said “hey!! Oh my gosh I’m so glad you guys are here!” My cousin Eddie said “hey Y/N I missed you.” I hugged him and said “I missed you too dude it’s good to see you.” My aunt Amanda walked in after him and said “hey honey how are you doing?” I hugged my aunt Amanda and said “hey aunty good to see you I’m ok how are you?” A few other cousins walked in and Chris greeted them as they walked into the house and we sat down in the living room and caught up and Eddie said “so Y/N how’s life? What’s new?” I got nervous and said “not much just keeping busy with life and work ya know? How about you?” Eddie smiled at me and said “not much really just hanging around.” Aunt Amanda said “so what do you do for work Y/N?”
I didn’t really like when family got nosy about what I’m doing with my life but with family you’re use too it I guess it’s kinda funny but frustrating. The day went on and we all had lunch and everyone asked Chris a lot of questions which I tried to have them not ask too many things but I could tell Chris didn’t mind since they asked about his movies. A few hours later it was ten o’clock at night and my cousin Eddie looks at his phone and says “alright well sadly we gotta head out but thank you both for having us you two we had a lot of fun and Y/N it’s so good to see you we love you cuz stay in touch hmm?” I hugged Eddie and said “thank you for coming and yea we will I promise.”
Chris and I both walked everyone to the door and said our goodbyes and once everyone walked out to their car and we closed the door I stared at the door wishing they’d come back in since I knew they were flying home the next day. It’s hard not living by family honestly, Chris noticed I was crying but wasn’t trying to and said “oh honey.. come here it’s ok babe it’s not goodbye ok? I promise it’s just see you later hmm?” I cried harder and Chris held me closer and said “oh honey.. I know shhh it’s ok Y/N I promise they’ll come back and visit soon and hey we’ll when fly over to see them anytime you want ok? I love you so much and wanna do that for you.” I hugged Chris and said “thank you Chris that means a lot to me, I’m gonna miss them so much.” Chris kissed the top of my head and said “oh I know honey I promise you’ll see them again soon ok? I promise sweetheart.” Chris held me as I cried and I began to relax after a little longer and Chris helped me to go sit on the couch and he had me cuddle with him and I fell asleep laying next to him but Chris didn’t mind and I held on tight to Chris worried he’d leave if I let go and he said “goodnight lovebug get some rest I’m not going anywhere I promise.”
I had something similar happen to me on Saturday so I thought it would help to write this out 🥺 hope you all enjoy xx♥️
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In Living Color Sneak Peek
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It’s almost time for Chapter 2 of In Living Color, but we wanted to give you guys a sneak peek! 
As Chris silently offered to hold something else, Nat handed him her sketchbook. With her now-free arm, Nat reached up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ears before she readjusted her tote strap on her shoulder just as she jutted her chin out, nodding towards the garage behind her as she murmured, “Well I wish I hadn’t seen you in the garage because now I know you drive a Tesla.”
He raised an eyebrow at her as they slowly headed towards the animation building across the campus, adjusting the sage green water bottle between his hands as he held the sketchbook gently, careful to not ruin any of the sketches inside. “Is that what you mean by ‘you’ve got to be kidding me’?”
Nat let out a laugh, her nose scrunching while she held onto the strap of her bag. “I can’t even look at you the same now that I know you drive that snob machine,” she muttered playfully, Chris laughing along with her easily.
“Alright, hot wheels, what do you drive?”
“Not a Tesla, I can tell you that.”
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freedomfireflies · 2 days
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Better Not Pout | Teaser (H.S. & D.OB. & C.E.)
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"He'll be here," you repeat. "All right? He will."
"See...you keep saying that," Harry muses, pushing off the desk to join the two of you still trapped against the bookshelf. "But yet...your noble fiancé still isn't here to save you."
"Are you afraid?" Clyde whispers as they both begin to cage you against the wall. "Hm? Are you afraid your precious Johnny won't be able to keep you safe from the bad men?"
"Or maybe you're afraid he can't pay up," Harry adds, head dipping until you can smell the whiskey on his breath. "And maybe we have to find another way."
"You gonna be our other way, Mama?" Clyde murmurs, nose brushing your cheek as his voice slips like silk directly into your ear. "You gonna be our consolation prize?"
Your lashes flutter as you will your confidence to remain despite their intimidation tactics and malicious taunts.
However, just before they're afforded the chance to say anything else, the sound of footsteps begins to echo from out in the hall, signaling someone's presence as the grow louder and louder the closer they get.
Johnny.
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I'm so excited hehe, so far the whole thing is about 12k words so that's...something!
Also...Clyde gives me butterflies. Like...look at him my GOD
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f10werfae · 1 month
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That ass though
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pairing: Husband!Dad!Chris x Short!Wife!Mom!Reader
Summary: Y/n is on another one of her missions of teasing Chris, everyone knows he’s an ass man, but who knew leggings had so much power?
Warnings: Smut
Requests are open/Likes, Comments and Re-blogs are appreciated♥️
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“Look Noah, it’s mama” Chris said holding up Noah's hand to wave it at his momma, Noah's face widening with a smile as his arms stretched out for Y/n to hold him.
“Woah hold on, when did ya get these?” Chris asked his wife smirking slightly, his fingers looping themselves inside her waistband to tug her closer to him. Noah who was in her arms had his head tucked into the crook of her neck, his arms barely wrapping around her due to how small he still was.
“Hmm what do you mean?” Y/n asked playing coy, her hands smoothing over the top of Noah’s head, his tiny coos filling the kitchen.
“I think you know what I mean baby, lookin' good enough to eat over here” He groaned suddenly groping her ass aggressively, even slapping it just to watch it jiggle in his palm, God was he mesmerised.
“Stop it Chris, your son’s here” Y/n laughed padding about the kitchen, trying to lull the clearly restless Noah into a soft sleep. Before Chris took Noah out of her arms and said he was off to put him down in his crib for a while, although we all know he had an ulterior motive.
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“I’m a lucky man” Chris groaned sipping on a cold beer, leaning on the edge of the counter just watching his wife move about the kitchen gracefully.
“Chris I didn’t actually think you’d like them this much? I mean Nancy said it worked wonders but- OW”
Y/n squealed jumping up a little, Chris’ hands coming behind her to give her one hell of a spank, I mean she always knew he was an ass man. We all knew. Turning around to face him, Y/n felt herself swoon at his charming smile and the animalistic growls coming from his mouth as he grabbed and kneaded her ass.
“What’d ya say we get that ass outta those leggings and we can have some fun before our baby wakes up? Man I just love your fuckin’ body” He whispered, his hands grabbing onto her love handles gently, his lips pressing an affection kiss onto her forehead.
“Well I guess it wouldn’t hurt to have a little fun, how fast do you think you can cum?”
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(Chris' P.O.V)
“Come on Chrissy, give it back” my wife moaned as I gently slid my hardened cock out of her slippery fuck hole, the sounds of her sopping wet cunt filling the room. Her eyes half lidded with her hands intertwined with mine, her hips slowly started to roll against the air.
Slapping my cock on her swollen lips, I heard her wince and whimper, her beautiful tits sitting there perked up looking pretty.
“Come on baby, look at your pretty puffy pussy, knew I missed her” I taunted slowly pushing myself back in, her breath getting caught in her throat as her hands now held onto my forearms which were by my stomach.
“Look at me. Be a good girl, and cum on my fat cock”
(Y/n's P.O.V)
Chris slammed his hips repeatedly into mine, whispering things like “my beautiful perfect wife, all pretty for me to worship”
My arms now linked around his neck, my eyes starting to close due to the immense pleasure coursing through my body.
"Your body is fucking perfect. I'm obsessed with it. I'm not cumming until you do. So, cum for me."
“Nuh uh, you’re gonna cum first” I smirked finding the strength in me to roll him over so I was on top, his eyes widening before accompanying that famous smirk on his face
(Chris’ P.O.V)
“Oh fuck you’re gonna make me squirt hun, fuck” I watched as her body bounced up and down on my cock, watching as she leaned back a bit to start messing with her clit,
“You’re mine” She moaned now hunkering down on my cock, slamming herself down onto it with as much force as she could.
“Yeah? What else mama? Fuckin’ talk to me while you play yourself stupid on my cock. You take such good care of our baby, my own milf”
“I wan’ another baby, want to be so full of you and want everyone to see it. God maybe you can give me twins this time baby? I know how much you loved seein these tits fill up with milk, and seein me all round for you”
She moaned grabbing my hands and putting them onto her tits, her body moving crazily almost as if she was out of control.
“You gonna let me knock you up good? Maybe I should keep you that away”
I watched her body writhe as she bit her lip staring at me directly in the eyes before I felt her squirt her juices all over us both, her hips humping the air as my limp cock fell out of her pussy after filling her up at the same time.
“Baby, oh, you’re milking my cock”
“Fuck fuck, fuuuu”
Grabbing onto her arm I pulled her down for her lips to meet mine, the remnants of her cum filling both of our mouths, letting her taste her sweet self. My hands groping each and every single part of her body that it could reach, her small frame caged in my body, her tongue licking up the mess she made on my face like some animal.
“Was that fast enough for ya?” I teased watching her flop onto my chest, her head in the middle of my chest with her hands holding onto my shoulders. Lifting her head all dazed, she nodded placing a wet open mouthed kiss on me, the sounds of our tongues meeting filling the room.
“This is what painters are inspired by” I whispered cupping her face in my hands,
“The hell are you talkin about?”
“You’re so goddamn beautiful, are you really my wife?”
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stylesmygucci · 2 months
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Requesting Chris Evans having a impregnate kink with his girlfriend, reader
-𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 || 𝐂.𝐄
Pairing: Husband!chris x reader
Content warnings: fluff, extreme mentions of sex, talks of children/futures, SMUT!! (breeding, rough penetration)
Word count: 2.2k
A/n: I read four books these last months, I’m giving you guys all I’ve learned. So sorry for the wait, school and depression don’t go well, but I had to fit Chris in. It’s not as explicit as some smuts but it’s sweet. ENJOY! masterlist
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It’s been months since we’ve seen our friends. Jason and Layla had a baby, Abel, last September and he turned a year old not too long ago. We couldn’t make it to the party, unfortunately, but we planned to surprise them (despite having already checked if they were free the day we planned to go).
Chris left the party city with a “Happy Birthday” balloon and wrapping paper PJ Masks themed.
As Chris drove I wrapped the gift we already had for the baby. It wasn’t the best, but on the road, it was the best it was going to get. I should’ve told Chris to buy a gift bag.
Layla and Abel were already outside when we arrived. Her smile widened as we got out the car. On her hip was the little bub we hadn’t seen in so long.
“Hiiiii!” I dragged out, giving them both huge hugs.
“Say hi, Abel.” She picked up his small hand and he babbled a Hi and other nonsense I didn’t understand. My heart swooned. Chris wrapped his arm around my waist and crouched low enough to make faces at Abel.
“Oh you’re huge now!” He says, tickling his side. Abel gave a smile but it quickly faltered. He shuffled off his mom’s hip and grabbed her hand as he made his way to the door, wobbly like his head was too heavy for his body.
“Please come in.” Layla says, relentlessly drawn by her one year old. “Jason’s on a grocery run, told him to pick up some sushi on the way. Have you guys eaten?”
“No, not yet.”
“Perfect.”
We spent the next thirty minutes laughing and sitting back. Chris played with Abel, mindlessly bored without Jason here; but he still added his feedback like he was paying attention to our conversation while he raced toy cars with Abel. I knew him enough that he probably was listening, just not enough to not give any attention to the child.
That’s what I liked about him.
The front door sprung open, followed by a knock. “Hey! Hey!” Jason greeted a with a big smile, grocery bags and a six pack juggling in his hands.
Both Abel and Chris looked up with identical happy smiles.
Abel lifted himself on one knee and lopsidedly crawled across the floor to his dad. By then, Jason put the groceries on the table and outstretched his arms to catch his baby. He swung him up and threw him into the air until Abel giggled.
It suddenly made me think of Chris and how he’s like with his nieces and nephews; how he could possibly be with his own.
“Chris! Y/n!”
I stood up and followed after Chris. They shared a brotherly hug and I gave him a greeting kiss on the cheek.
“I’ve got beers, wine, sushi. Please, make yourselves at home.”
I couldn’t deny that I missed this— hanging with our friends and catching up on our lives, sharing funny stories and choking on our food from how much laughter we brought out of each other.
After Abel fell asleep and the loud fun was over, Layla sent the guys off to Jason’s man-cave, desperately needing me alone.
“Sooooo,” she says. It’s one of those dragged out so’s that means she’s expecting news. She has me stretched out, shoeless feet on the couch, glass of wine in hand, and a toy I can’t seem to grasp poking at the small of my back.
I steal a cracker from the half-eaten tray in front of us and smile just to give her the same energy. “Sooooo.”
She laughs. “You’re not gonna tell me what’s up!”
“What do you mean?” I laughed.
“You’re not pregnant.”
My eyes flung wide. “No— oh god, do I look pregnant?”
“No, I’m just saying you and Chris look…” she searched for the word.
“What?” I got nervous with every second of silence.
“Healthy.”
I could feel my eyes brows raise unconsciously. Did we not look healthy before?
Like she read my mind, she followed after her sentence quickly. “I don’t mean you didn’t look healthy before, I’m just saying you look so happy, so gleeful and bright. Just thought you had exciting news, that’s all.”
“Well, I’m not pregnant.” I answer, seriously so she wouldn’t think otherwise. “But Chris and I are happy, incredibly so. And very healthy.”
She hummed and nodded like she wasn’t fully convinced I wasn’t telling her everything. “Tell me about the anniversary.” She grabbed a cracker from the tray.
A grin grew on my face.
She looked up at me and her smile matched mine. “Uh oh, I know that face. What’d he do? Because he didn’t knock you up, that’s for sure.”
I pushed her shoulder and she laughed.
I smiled, “We just ate dinner the two of us,” I smiled wider, “then he went down on me like five times.”
She laughed like a school girl and suddenly I felt like a teenager again.
“Then it was just the best sex of my life.”
“Oh. My. God. Every detail, now.”
“Hard, rough, so much dirty talk— he kept talking about how pretty I would look with his baby inside of me— I have never cummed so hard and so fast, Lay, I’m serious.”
She laughed hysterically, I hushed her like she forgot her child was sleeping upstairs. She covered her mouth and scooted closer like she had a secret.
“I remember me and Jason’s anniversary.” Her eyes widened. “Last year. That’s when Abel was conceived.”
“You’re kidding.”
She shook her head.
“That’s why I thought maybe you were— I don’t know.” She looked down at my stomach. I patted it and shook my head.
“Well, I’m not.”
There was a shift in energy, I wasn’t sure why. The excitement was sucked from us and the air grew thick.
She knew better than me, her face showed it.
“Have you talked to him about kids?”
“I mean, obviously. We just- we’ve both been busy, there’s not enough time to think about it too much. We just know we want them, yknow.”
She nodded.
She poked my side and set her wine aside.
“You should tell him.”
“What exactly?”
She drops her head on my shoulder and hugs me. “That you want one now.”
Did I want one now, though? A child that would give us ten times more responsibilities than we have?…
I do. I look at Layla and all the toys on the floor. I look at every bit of evidence that proves they have a bundle of joy, and envy it. I do want it. I want it bad, and I want it now.
“Ok.” I tell her.
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It’s dark out now. Chris has Billy Joel low, humming along to some of the songs as he drives. But I keep thinking about what Layla said and reimagine that night of our anniversary: instead of him pulling out, he fills me with his warm cum.
I crave it more now, to the point where my legs close shut for a small sense of relief.
Slowly, his hand cascaded along my thigh. I looked at him and he smiled, glancing back and forth from the road.
“You okay? You’ve been a bit quiet since we left.”
“Just feel a bit tired, that’s all.”
Confusion fled his face.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.”
We entered the garage and he shut the engine off, but he grabbed my knee again before I could get up.
“Baby-“ I looked back at him and smiled, but his eyes told he saw through my facade. He always could. “Something’s on your mind, talk to me.”
“…Over some wine and cereal?”
He rolled his eyes but smiled. “As long as you talk to me!”
“I will, promise.” I kissed his cheek.
Once inside, we went our separate ways: Chris to our bedroom, and me to the kitchen. Dodger kept circling around my legs every time I opened a new cabinet. He was looking for treats; I was looking for a cup and some wine.
I got two glasses and poured 1982 Pavillon Rouge wine, it was one of the good ones we had stored at the very top.
Then, I felt his hand. His soft, large hands circle around my waist and push me against him. His lips grazed under my ear and I let him see through me. I shut my eyes and let every guard I put up for myself turn into liquid. I wanted him to know everything, let him have control over me, do everything he wanted and more.
“You wanna talk to me now?” He grumbled against my neck, pressing a chaste kiss there before pulling back and turning my head to his. His fingers were delicate under my chin, but I didn’t look at him.
He turned me by the waist but didn’t let me leave him, he pressed me right back into his chest.
“Look at me, baby.”
I opened my eyes.
“Tell me.”
“Chris,” the words seemed so simple but somehow felt so difficult . It’s just Chris, I reminded myself— my comfort, my love, my husband; I love him, I want this with him, I want him to give this to me.
I said his name again. He kissed my head and cheek then looked back into my eyes.
Please, it’s just me, they said.
“I want a baby.” The tightness left my chest and he smiled.
“You know how much I love you, right?” He asked.
I knew, but I had a feeling he was going to tell me regardless.
He kissed my lips so hard I thought they would bruise by the end of it.
“I love you so much,”—he kissed them again— “you don’t understand just how long I’ve been waiting to give you this—“ again. “to get you pregnant—“ again. “to see you big and full of my baby—“ again and again and again.
I was smiling like an idiot now.
“God.” He murmured breathlessly against my lips.
Somewhere between one sip of wine and making our way up the stairs to our bedroom, our clothes were being pulled off one by one.
His lips traveled up and down my bare shoulder, his hand caressed my breast, the other my ass, and all I could do was breathe him in and pull his hair to show him he’s doing all the right things.
He knows, though. He always knows.
His lips went up to mine, he took them between his, softer and more sensual than the last.
He hiked my legs to wrap over his waist and he positioned himself. I felt him on me, his bare tip brushing my slit. He looked at me and smiled, I smiled back— then I moaned.
“Chris!” I grabbed his arm. “Fuck.”
He was fully inside me, digging into everywhere I needed. He kissed my knee with a furrow in his brows. Then he pulled out, now only inches in me.
“How much do you want this?” He asked.
“So much.”
He thrusted back into me and groaned under his breath.
“How much?”
“Fuck, Chris, so much.” And again, he pulled out and thrusted back in.
“Yeah?”
I could already feel myself losing my voice. I nodded and looked at him, right above me. He kissed my swollen lips then kissed my head.
“I’ll give it to you, Y/n. I’ll give you anything you want and more— Fuck, I could give you the world if I could. You deserve it, you deserve it so much.”
He fucked me, hard, slow, fast. His lips went to my neck, shoulders, cheeks, forehead, lips, and ears. And his hands pinched my ass, waist, and thighs. He gave me every bit of love he could express through this while he finished inside me and gave me what I wanted.
I sighed, satisfied, wasted. He gave me his all, and three orgasms. I was wasted.
He pulled out of me, wearily.
His fingers touched my sticky thighs and went into me.
“What are you-“
“Gotta make sure it works.” He smirks with weary eyes. He was pushing every bit of cum that leaked out back into me before he licked his fingers off.
“Wait here.” He said as if I could move with how tired I was.
He came back with a wet towel and wiped me clean, he helped me up, sat me on the toilet and watched me pee.
He was smiling, I was smiling, but I wanted him to tell me what his reason for looking at me so dazed was.
“What?” I asked.
“I can’t wait.” He said. He leaned down to kiss me. “I can’t wait to meet her, spoil her, raise her with you. I can’t wait.”
“What makes you so sure it’ll be a girl?”
“I don’t know, but I’m hoping for someone like you; just as amazing, just as beautiful.” He kissed me.
The next morning, Chris insisted we make love again, just in case it didn’t work.
And all those attempts must’ve because only two weeks later were we staring down at a positive pregnancy test, kissing, crying, and already searching for baby names.
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cevansgoatee · 3 months
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Baby Mine (Chris Evans x Wife!Reader)
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Summary: Chris has a little heart to heart with your six year old from a previous marriage.
Pairing(s): Chris Evans x PregnantWife!Reader
Warning(s): Angsty bits, but lots of fluff to make up for it.
Length: 1.3k
“And just one last finishing touch,” Chris announces, grinning boyishly to himself as he sets a soft, stuffed brown fox inside of the natural washed oak crib that he’s just finished putting together. He wipes the light sheen of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand and turns around to see you sitting comfortably in the matching rocking chair that he’d also put together earlier that same afternoon. All of the furniture that you two have chosen for the baby pairs perfectly with the light, pale gray color of the walls which Chris had painted himself the week prior. “That’s it, honey. Noah’s nursery is finally all done.”
You take a quick glance around the room. “Well, for you it might be done.” You chuckle, and after a bit of a struggle, you manage to push yourself out of the chair and up to your feet. “But not for me. I still have a ton of stuff to do in the next few weeks before the baby comes, Chris. I have to wash and put away all of his clothes, put away the diapers, organize all of his books and his toys—”
“At least you get to do all of the fun stuff,” Chris interjects, playfully rolling his blue eyes at you. “I had to paint the entire room and put together all of the furniture. By myself, I might add.”
“Sorry I couldn’t be of assistance with any of that.” You glimpse down at your ever growing baby bump, which is evident even underneath your oversized knit sweater. “It’s not like I’m almost eight months pregnant or anything.”
He laughs and walks over to you, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. “I’m only kidding, honey. I’m more than happy to do all of this stuff, especially since you’re the one who’s doing the real hard work here. You’re growing a little human, after all.” He smiles at you and smooths your hair back away from your face. “Let’s see what Bella thinks?”
You return his smile and nod, calling over your shoulder, “Bella! Can you come in here for a minute, sweetheart?”
A minute later, your six and a half year old daughter pads into the room with her little shadow, Dodger, at her heels. “Yes, mommy?”
Your daughter from a previous relationship, Isabella, looks every bit like you. She shares the same hair color and eye color, and even has the same nose shape and smile. Chris often likes to refer to her as the miniature, cloned version of yourself.
“Noah’s room is all done,” You tell her, gesturing around the nursery. “We wanted to show you. What do you think, Bells? Do you like it?”
“Yes, I like it,” Bella murmurs in response, a crestfallen look suddenly appearing on her little face.
Chris frowns, instantly catching the sudden change in her demeanor. “What’s the matter, kiddo?”
“Nothing,” she replies, looking anywhere but at the two of you. “Can I go now?”
“Bella, what’s going on?” Normally, you liked to be at eye level with your daughter when speaking with her, but being as heavily pregnant as you currently are, you know that if you get on the floor, there will be no getting back up. “You’ve been acting really strange lately, sweetheart. Is something going on at school? Are your friends being mean to you or something? If someone’s picking on you, you need to tell me.”
Bella shuffles anxiously from foot to foot. “No, mommy. That’s not it.”
“Then what’s the matter?”
She hesitates. “I don’t want you to have a baby,” she finally confesses to you. “I don’t want a little brother.”
“Isabella,” You say her name in a firm, but gentle tone. “Stop. You don’t mean that.”
“But I do mean it, mommy! I don’t want a new baby around! I don’t want to have a little brother!” Bella whirls around and darts out of the nursery before you can even respond.
A second later, you and Chris hear the sound of her bedroom door slamming shut. Dodger, who had followed behind her, lets out a loud whimper and instantly you both know he’s been locked out.  
“What on earth has gotten into her?” You muttered, shaking your head. You glance at Chris. “I’m sorry, honey. I’ll go and talk to her.”
“No, let me,” Chris insists. He puts a hand on your stomach. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course I do.”
“Wait here.” He softly kisses your forehead and then excuses himself, walking out into the hallway and towards Isabella’s bedroom. He gives Dodger, who’s sitting there looking as pitiful as ever outside her door a gentle pat on the head. “Bella?” He calls before giving a gentle knock. “Hey, Bells? It’s me. Can I come in and talk to you?”
He hears a muffled little, “Yes,” come from the other side.
Chris opens the door to her bedroom and walks inside to find her sitting on her bed with her favorite, wooden music box that he’d made for her for her last birthday in her lap. The box is playing ‘Baby Mine’ from her favorite movie, Dumbo. He can’t help but smile to himself a little as he reminisces back on the days when she was four years old and she would ask him to watch it with her at least two or three times in a single day.
He takes a seat beside her on her bed. “Hey kiddo.”
“Hi.”
“Want to talk about it?”
“No,” Bella answers in a small voice. “Not really.”
Chris nudges her lightly with his elbow. “Come on, you know you can tell me anything, Bells. We’re best buddies,” he reminds her. “So talk to me. What’s bothering you?”
She sniffs. “When Noah’s here, you and mommy aren’t going to love me anymore.”
“What?” Chris stares at her in disbelief. “That’s not true.”
“Yes it is.” Her voice shakes as tears start spilling down her flushed cheeks. “Especially you.”
Chris scoots closer to her. “What in the world are you talking about? Sweetheart, why would you even think that?”
Bella looks up at him with her innocent, tearful eyes. “Because,” she says. “Noah is your baby. But I’m not.”
Chris had come into your life when Isabella was about three years old and he married you when she was just a few months shy of her fifth birthday. Over the years, he’s grown incredibly close with her, loving her as if she were his very own child. A few months ago, you’d let Chris in on a little secret you had been keeping from him and told him that Bella had started referring to him as her father when he wasn’t around. You’d also let him know that she still didn’t have the courage to call him ‘daddy’ to his face, but that she was working on it. Chris has expressed to you over and over again that he would absolutely love for Isabella to call him that someday, but he doesn’t want to push her on it. He wants it come naturally from her, when she is good and ready. Regardless of whether he has the title from her not, Chris sees Bella as his daughter, and nothing will change that, especially not the birth of his son.
“My real daddy didn’t want me,” Bella continues to say, sniffing again. “And when Noah comes, neither will you.”
Chris can feel his heart physically aching at her words.
He knew as well as you did that one day, Isabella may question her biological father’s absence and perhaps even blame herself for it. But at this age?
Chris reaches for her, picking her up and pulling her into his lap. He tucks a loose curl behind her ear. “Why would you think that, Bells? That’s not true, not at all.” He wipes away the tears from her face with his large hand. “You’re my baby. Don’t you know how much I love you?”
She doesn’t respond. Instead, she looks down at her music box, still gripping it tightly in her teeny hands.
“Isabella, listen to me. You are my baby,” he repeats, giving her a gentle, one armed squeeze. “You’re my baby, no matter what. Just as much as Noah is. Nothing or no one will ever change that. Okay?”
“I’m your baby?”
“Of course you are. You’re mine, Bella.” Chris pauses, giving her another squeeze before he boldly adds, “And I’m so, so proud to be your daddy.”
She gives him a watery smile. “Really? You mean it?”
“Yes. With all my heart, I mean that.” He nuzzles her soft cheek with his nose causing her to giggle. “Don’t you know how excited I am to watch you grow up? To take you to your first day of school every year? To help coach your soccer team? To teach you how to drive one day? To beat up any boy that ever makes you sad?” He grins jokingly as she giggles again. “I’m here to stay, Bella. You’re stuck with me, kiddo. I’m not going anywhere,” He promises. “Do understand that? I’ll never leave you.”
“Pinky promise?” Bella holds up her little finger.
“Pinky promise,” he echoes, looping it with his own. “I love you, Bella.”
“I love you too.” She pauses before shyly adding, “daddy.”
Chris’ grin spreads from ear to ear as he stands up, carrying her out of the bedroom.
“Everything okay, you two?” You ask tentatively as you approach them in the hallway.
“Never better, right Bells?” Chris asks her, kissing her cheek.
“Right,” Bella agrees. She smiles at you. “Mommy, I’m sorry. I take back what I said. I do want a little brother.”
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incorrectcapsicle · 4 months
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Tony: YOU KISSED A GUY?!
Y/N: In my defense, it was dark and he was a very tall pretty guy.
Steve, from across the room: IT WAS YOU?!
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sweetsbfreex · 4 months
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the couch
pairings: chris evans x wife!reader
warnings: none! fluff
You're cuddled up to your husband in the dimly lit room entertaining yourself in another episode of Modern Family. Your cheek is pressed against Chris’ chest and his arm wraps around you as his palm rubs up and down your arm . You look up at his perfect face and kiss him. 
“Goodnight, I’m gonna go sleep on the couch.” You say as you untangle yourself. 
He sits up urgently watching as you pick up your pillow. You stifle your laugh at the way his eyes widen, and his mouth makes a cute o. 
“What? Why? Did I do something?” He rapidly fires the questions. 
“No, I just want to sleep on the couch tonight.”
“Well why do you want to sleep on the couch?”
“I don’t know, I wanna be alone.”
His eyebrows knit together, “What did I do? Is it because of my snoring?” He shuffles over taking a hand in his. 
“No, honey.”
“Well I’ve clearly done something? We’ve never willingly slept apart. You can be honest with me.” He speaks the last sentence so gently, taking your face within his palm.
“Nothing!” You laugh, kissing the tip of his nose. 
“Well,” he sighs. “You should at least take the bed; I’ll sleep on the couch. Dodger will stay here too. No rebuttals.” He stands to gather his things for the night. 
He’d hate spending a night apart when you both were within distance, but if it's what you’d wanted, he couldn’t not give in. 
You can’t help but laugh at the solemn, yet cute expression on his face as he all but drags himself to get his things. 
He looks at you concerned, but you ignore it as you grab his face and kiss him. 
“You are so adorable, baby. You’d really let me have the bed.” You can’t help but squish his cheeks a little bit. 
“Well, yeah,” he grumbles. “Does that mean we’re both sleeping in here tonight?”
“Yes, it was a prank I saw on tiktok.”
He groans and throws his head back, so your hands fall to his shoulder as he runs a hand down his face. “Thank fuck, you scared the shit out of me. Don’t do that again. Ever.”
You laugh some more, throwing your arms over his neck. “Promise I won’t” 
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slayedx · 5 months
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Love of the game
summary: you’re needy but chris wants to watch the game, there has to be some sort of compromise, right?
cw: choking, penetration, creampies, squirting, daddy kink, fem!reader, cockwarming
a/n: SORRY FOR THE WAIT🥲🥲🥲 hope y’all enjoy!!
@peakascum @floral-recs
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“babe! the game is on!” you hear chris yell out from the living room, and you internally groan.
you usually loved game day; getting to snuggle on the couch and eat pizza while watching your boyfriend get all riled up was something you would usually be up to.
however
he just came back from a press tour and you were pent up from weeks without seeing him; all you wanted to do was mount him so he could pound-
“princess, what’re you doin the game’s about to start” he tuts at you while making his way towards you in the kitchen. his patriots shirt tight around his figure highlighting his thick biceps. god it was like he was doing this on purpose.
“sorry baby i was putting away the drinks” you softly reply as he loops his arms around your waist and looks down at you; his chain dangling between the two of you.
he leans down for a quick peck before smiling down at you.
“let’s go sit down baby” he tells you before smacking your ass and walking away with a smirk. you yelp out before growling out his name and he chuckles at your empty threats.
he groans as his sinks down on the couch; his large frame taking up a large portion of it. he motions for you to sit next to him before stretching his arms around the couch to get comfortable.
you eventually pitter over to him taking your place by his side snuggling up to him as he moves to grab his beer off the small coffee table.
as the game begins he feels you squirming by his side. he could tell something was off when he found you zoned out in the kitchen. he didn’t quite understand what was wrong but he was hoping you would come to him about it.
however as the game continues you don’t say a word. he rests a hand on your thigh before deciding to drop it, but as he settles his hand down he feels you squirm even more before burying your face into his shoulder.
then the issue becomes clear to him.
his poor baby was pent up
“princess look at me” he speaks softly urging you from your place at his side. you oblige lifting your head so your eyes could meet his; sparkling blue eyes peering into yours.
“what’s got you so worked up little girl?” he continues as his hand moves up your thigh.
“has daddy been neglecting you? poor little thing” he coos down as you whine and tuck your face back under his arm. he chuckles at your shyness finding it adorable.
“let daddy make it up to you princess” he says as he grabs your waist hoisting you onto his lap; your front meeting the hard mass of his chest.
he spring into action; hands grabbing handfuls of your ass while he leaves a trail of kisses down your neck. you feel his stubble as he makes his way down your neck leaving a trail of dark splotches in his wake.
he leans back as he tugs on your shorts; giving you the hint to take them off. you stand up to shake off your shorts along with your underwear and he does the same; freeing himself just enough to where his cock springs out.
you see him in his entirety; long and thick. even though you two have an extremely active sex life its always a stretch when he plunges into you. and yet you can’t help but feel yourself drip at the thought.
“c’mon baby sit on daddy’s cock wont you?” he says as he pouts down at you. he reaches out and moves you back onto his lap so you’re straddling him once again.
he smacks your ass before grabbing it and shaking it in his hand. his other hand moves to your pussy; finding your slit. he groans as he finds out you’re fucking soaked. you’re always fucking ready for him
“god baby your pussy is drooling, you were just waiting to get slutted out huh doll?” he groans as he moves his hands to your hips. he lifts you up before lining you up with his cock.
“you ready pretty girl?” he purrs out before dropping you down on his cock. you both moan out as he bottoms out in you instantly; the fat head of his cock already knocking against your g-spot.
you move to lift off his cock; before you feel strong arms wrap around you; keeping you still. you lean back in his hold confusion gracing your features.
“the game is on baby, be good and keep my cock warm” he says before laying a slap on your ass and reaching to grab his beer. you whine out clenching around his cock.
“daddy! please need you so bad” you wine trying to rock on his dick. he grunts and as quick as you are to start, is as quick as he is to shut it down. his hand wraps around your throat and his other comes down on your ass, hard
“don’t be a fucking needy slut” he growls out. he sees the tears begin to run down your face as you whimper and shake in his hold. his hold on your throat tightens as a reminder of his power before he finally pulls away.
“poor baby, maybe if you’re good daddy will fuck you nice and good during halftime” he coos down at you and you sniffle before nodding and settling down leaning back into his chest. he rubs your back before leaning back and starting to enjoy the game.
his pretty doll was being so good for him. as he raged and yelled, and as he cheered and celebrated; your little cunt was keeping him warm the entire time. you stayed buried into his chest letting out the occasional whine or whimper. you poor little thing but halftime was approaching and since you were being so good for him he’d be sure to fuck you full.
“aww look what time it is babydoll” he says as he pays your back. you stir before turning and seeing no players on the field fucking finally.
you feel his hands move to your ass before he plants his feet and starts a brutal pace. you squeal as you brace yourself hands wrapping around his neck. the sudden stimulation makes tears run down your cheeks as chris pounds into you.
his pace is hard and fast and he fucks into your squelching cunt. a clapping noise resonates in the room as his thighs hit your ass; accompanied by the sloshes of your cunt taking the abuse of his cock.
he fucks up into you while he holds handfuls of your ass; using you like his personal fleshlight. but how could he not when your pussy was so fucking good. you were so damn wet and tight and it took everything in him to not pump you full of his cum after the first pump of his hips. but he’d be damned if he didn’t get you to soak his cock before he finished.
he continues his harsh pace and you feel yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm; your legs shaking as you feel his pubes knock against your clit adding to the tightening of your cunt.
“god baby your cunt’s gonna milk me dry” he groans as he bites his lip turning his head to look at your fucked out face; your eyes rolled back as tears stream down your face as a little drool slips past your lips. he chuckles at you before moving his lips to yours as you two meet in a steamy clash of tongue and teeth. the kiss nothing but steamy and rushed as you moan into each other’s mouths.
he pulls away with a groan before slamming his hand down on your ass.
“c’mon doll, squirt on this dick so i can cum in this pretty pussy” he ushers you and you respond with a cry before clamping down on his cock.
your release spraying on him in streams soaking his abdomen and wetting the patriots jersey still adorning his body. he moans at the increase of wetness, before thrusting himself as deep as he can go into your cunt. cockhead nestled against your womb as his cum pumps into you in streams. his cum flooding your abused pussy as you both try to calm down from your highs.
you move to get off of him before his arms wrap around your waist once again.
“where you going baby? the game’s not over yet” he grins at you before settling back into the couch.
“maybe if you’re good we can have some real fun after the patriots win” he smirks down at you.
and as you sink back into chris you have never rooted for the patriots harder.
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ramp-it-up · 2 months
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Customer Service
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Paring: Chris Evans x Interior Designer Reader
Word count: around 3K
Summary: Chris needs you to complete what is missing in his bedroom decor.
Warnings: 18+ Absolutely MINORS DNI. RPF, SMUTTY SMUT, ANGST. Not Beta’d. Pining, employer/employee relationship, up skirting (w/consent?), white panty kink, fingering, oral sex (f receiving) squirting, graphic mirror sex, p in v, sex standing up, creampie, good girl kink, Dom Chris if you squint, implied blow job. Unprotected sex. (Wrap if you tap).
Author’s note: I guess maybe I’m back? Idk. It’s been a while. Let me know what you think.
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DO NOT COPY, REPOST, OR TRANSLATE MY WORK
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“Did you just ask me if I… Wanna do you in your bedroom?”
Your eyes were wide and you’d nearly choked on your drink, not believing what he’d just asked you. 
Chris guffawed loudly, causing everyone to either look over or shake their heads, used to his expressions of mirth.
“Wow. Freudian slip much?”
“Fuck you, Chris.” 
You rolled your eyes as you took another gulp, a little bit mortified.
“Hmmmm. There it goes again.”
He grabbed your hand as you walked away, pulling you back to where you were. You were heated and Chris seemed to be enjoying it. He always teased you every time you were around.
“Calm down, Gorgeous, I’m just messing with you. What I meant was, do you want to redecorate my bedroom? You did a great job in here.” 
He indicated your mutual friend's basement, which you’d redesigned the past summer into a game/media/entertaining space. You looked around slowly, taking in every detail to which you’d paid close attention. 
Chris always found a reason to talk to you at your friend’s get togethers, eternally flirty, but you did not take it seriously. Although you were attracted to him, it was never the right time. Either you were taken, or the rumors were that he was. And anyway, it was just harmless fun. No way he’d be interested in you.
“Gorgeous.”
As your eyes came back to Chris, he was looking at you, and not the decor.  He cleared his throat and took another drink, eyes still on you.
“When I look around my bedroom, there just seems to be something missing. And so that leads me to you.”
You just stared at him, not wanting to respond this time. Chris took it as reticence.
“Come on. As a favor to me? Pwease?” 
Chris pouted and poked out his ruby red bottom lip. You laughed at him.
“You’re just a great big brat, aren’t you?” 
You sighed as he grinned knowingly.
”Ok. But it’s not a favor. It’s business. And I’m not cheap.”
Chris raised his eyebrow at you.
“Nothing that is worth having ever is.”
—-
Taking this gig seriously tested your willpower. During the frequent meetings in his bedroom, you’d had to hold yourself back from tackling him onto the huge bed and fucking his brains out. 
But that wasn’t professional.
So you’d remained strong and took in the details of this room, which only had a huge bed and stark white decor. He was right. It needed some color. 
You and he began the hunt all over New England for the perfect pieces to complete the look of his most intimate space, Chris wanting to use the new 4x4 pickup truck he’d bought soon after you were hired. Since he was between projects, you two spent a lot of time together, discussing design, among other things. He was a very involved client. 
And a perfect gentleman.
Until one crisp fall weekend, when everything changed.
Early that morning, Chris pulled up to your house to pick you up, not opening the door for you as he usually did when you climbed up into the truck.
“‘Lo. Gorgeous. You good?” 
Chris drawling his nickname for you in that Boston accent behind the wheel of a pickup truck was the subject of many of your fantasies. But you couldn’t let him catch you slipping.
His eyes skimmed up and down your body as you smoothed your dress down and settled in to put on your seatbelt. You looked at him as he stared at you.
“Good morning, Chris. I am. Are you?”
You crossed your legs, showcasing your legs and cowboy boots under your short corduroy dress. Chris’ eyes darkened and his jaw clenched and he moved toward you, then seemed to think better of it as he settled back into his seat.
“Just peachy.”
You wondered what his deal was, but you pushed down your feelings and got out your phone, checking your list of antique shops. After all, this was business. You could feel his eyes on you as he pulled out of your driveway and got on the road.
It was a beautiful drive, but there was a new, more dangerous tension between you as the morning progressed. and you felt that something was going to snap any minute. Chris was a man of few words today, responding to you with grunts and nods. There was something going on that you couldn’t name. It put you on edge.
The morning was tense, and as you entered the fourth shop before you circled back for lunch, Chris hung back, looking for a brass fireplace tool set as you searched for a wardrobe. You didn’t know it, but he was also checking for you as his eyes followed you throughout the store. 
You almost stumbled over the cause of your undoing. Chris was pure sex on legs in jeans and a flannel shirt, signature baseball cap on over his hair which was newly buzzed and a scruff of a beard growing back in. You were too distracted by thoughts of him to notice his reaction to you as you walked through the old shop, which was filled to the brim with treasures. 
Chris was watching your legs in the cowboy boots when you backed up to the object in question as you sized up a large piece of furniture.
“Ay, yo!”
You and the woman with gray in her hair looked up to see Chris give you a nod, full of arrogance and ownership. You were taken aback from across the shop as the owner smirked and looked back down to her ledger as Chris strode over to you, in full frat boy mode. His broad shoulders, slim hips and long legs made you feel some kind of way and you backed up further as he approached.
Chris took in your wide eyes and moved you with just his proximity, hands in his pockets as he looked down at you like some asshole at a college party. God, you hated how your body responded to him. But the way he made you feel was like nothing else in the world. Maybe you would say something when the job was done.
Maybe not.
Chris reached out to touch your arm and you stopped retreating, staring up into those clear blues shaded by the bill of his baseball cap as he smirked down at you. He looked into your eyes for a few seconds, and then down to your side and back up at you, eyes shining.
Curious, you looked down and saw a small oval shaped end table, it’s top a mirror. It came up to your mid thigh and gave Chris a perfect view up your dress. 
You shook your head at him, heart beating a mile a minute, but you didn’t move. Chris stared you down and spoke in a low tone which only you two could hear.
“I have to have that.”
He nodded down to the table, which reflected your ass back up to you both as you gazed down on it.
“You want it in your bedroom?”
Your voice was deep with desire as you asked the question. You were so close now, and looking up at him and his lips. You wondered how they would feel on your body.
“Want it. Need it. Bad.”
The way his voice broke a little bit was everything. There was no mistaking this conversation. You moaned a little yourself and cleared your throat.
“What are you going to do with it?”
The sexual tension was so high, you needed to climb over it and just do it.
Chris’s long lashes fanned his cheek as he looked down again and back up into your eyes.
“I’ll need to show you. In my bedroom. I imagine it will look good. Really good.”
Your breath hitched at the possibilities. You weren’t misreading any meaning this time.
“Oh?”
“Yes. Can you see the possibilities? Judging from what I see, I think you’re right there with me.”
You looked down to see that the vision of your soaked panties was plainly visible in the mirrored table top. There was no denying it. And you didn’t want to any more.
“You should get it.”
Chris gave a sexy side smile at your hoarse whisper.
“Oh. I intend to.”
Chris leaned down, his hand faintly brushing your thigh when he reached for the table. He smirked as he turned and headed toward the register.
You were too flustered to be able to breathe in the old store, so you walked out into the crisp fall air to catch your breath. You did not believe this was happening, and had almost convinced yourself that it hadn’t by the time Chris stalked out of the store, the table in hand. You climbed back into the truck as he put it in the back with the rest of the morning’s purchases. You tried in vain to stop thinking throughout the 20 minute drive.
When you arrived at his home, you jumped out of the truck, ready to call an Uber to take you home as he called to you from his door. 
“Y/N.” 
He nodded his head at you and you obeyed, following him into the house. You stopped in the living room, but was propelled forward as he jerked his head into his bedroom. You slowly moved forward, walking toward him and the table which he had put down near him in front of the bed.
“L-l-looks good.”
You were shook. You didn’t think you’d escape his bedroom untouched this time. And you didn’t think you wanted to.
“C’mere.”
Chris reached for your hand and you moved to give it to him. You two stared each other down, and then started to speak. At the same time.
“Chris,--”
“Y/N, am I–”
You both stopped and chuckled.
“You’re right–”
“Cause I gotta tell ya-” 
You stopped again, and Chris took off his hat, running his fingers through his hair. You just had to feel it between your fingers, and as you moved, he reached for you too, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to him. You came together like a pair of magnets, unable to resist each other any longer.
Your first kiss was heady, teeth and tongue and lips acting out stored-up need. He kissed you until you couldn’t breathe. Then, he leaned his forehead against yours.
“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”
“Same. But I wasn’t sure you liked me like that.”
Chris shook his head and chuckled. 
“For a smart woman, you can be pretty clueless sometimes. Everyone knows how I feel about you.”
You shrugged your shoulders. 
“No one told me.”
Chris was looking at your lips.
“You’re right. I should have. Y/N, L/N. I like you. I like you a lot.”
He kissed you again and pulled back.
“And like I said. I want you. I’ve been wondering what was under that dress all day, hoping it was nothing.”
“Oh really?”
Chris pulled you flush against him, and turned you around. You could feel the steel rod in his pants, and see him looking down. The table was right behind you.
“Yes. But what I saw in this table was so much better.”
Chris looked down again. 
“White cotton panties. Do you know what that does to me?”
“No.” You smiled innocently. “What?”
You were enjoying the knowledge that you affected him.
“I had a dream about you this morning. White cotton panties against your beautiful skin. Almost busted a nut in my sleep like a fucking teenager.” 
Chris was kissing your neck now, and your hands rubbed the erection inside his jeans. 
“Woke up with the biggest hard on.”
You moaned. 
“For me?”
“Yeah. for you. Do you want it?”
Chris pressed his crotch into your palm. You tried to grasp it in vain over his clothes. Then you reached for his button.
“Fuck yeah.” 
You got his pants open and were able to feel the fullness of his member through his underwear. You licked your lips not wanting to split your lip on him, but wanting to try. He was looking down again.
“I know you’re wet, Gorgeous. Did I do that?”
Chris edged away from you and unbuttoned his flannel, threw it on the floor and then took off his t-shirt. How dare he ask that as he stood shirtless in front of you.
“You make me wet whenever you’re around, especially in this room.”
He moved toward you again, nodding.
“I get it. Usually I stroke one out before we meet. To keep my hands off you.”
You clenched as he pulled up your dress and pulled your panties tight between your folds. The friction was good, but somehow not enough. You wanted more.
“But this morning, I just let it ride. ‘S why I’m so wild right now. Tired of holding back..”
“Oh Chris…”
“Tell me no right now. And I will be able to stop. If not….” 
He literally growled into your ear. His hands were at your hips now and going north, moving your dress up your body. You arched into him.
“Don’t stop Chris.”
His face changed and his hands stripped your clothes off.
You were wearing a white lace camisole, and your nipples were clearly hard beneath it.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he said, as he pulled it up over your head.
He grabbed you and his mouth descended down your body, stopping to worship and torture your nipples. One hand slipped inside your panties and he teased your slit, rubbing your wetness around them. You tried not to press your against his hand, but you were too wanton.
“I want to suck your dick, Chris.”
He moaned as you stroked his cock, running your thumb across his sticky wet tip. He shuddered.
“God I want that too, Gorgeous. Wanna see you try to take it all.” 
His free fingers brushed your lips as his other hand teased inside your sopping hole.
“But first I’m going to taste you. Then I’m going to fuck you. And you will watch me do it.”
Before you knew it, your back was on the bed and Chris was on his knees in front of you, holding your legs open and staring at your pussy. Those eyes. Those lashes. Those lips as he licked them.
“Gorgeous.” He looked up at you. “Can I?”
You leaned up on your elbows, needing to see this.
“Please,” you begged, the anticipation getting to be too much.
Chris pushed your thighs wider to accommodate his shoulders and leaned in, hot breath fanning your lower lips as his mouth got near. He moved his hands close and pulled your pussy lips apart, the sound of your slick releasing as he separated you deliciously pornographic.  He licked up and down your slit, and leaned back, huffing with indignation.
“Shit this is delicious.”
He tasted you again.
“You can’t be this perfect.”
And again.
“Holy shit.”
And then he immersed his face fully into your cunt, lickiing, swiping, sucking with his lips and tongue. You grabbed his hair and tugged, causing him to moan into your already-wrecked hole.
“Oh god, Chris….”
He pulled back, smacking his lips.
“That’s right. Give it to me.”
He lifted his hand, rotating his palm up, and slid his middle finger into you.
“So fucking tight. This is just one finger. Gotta loosen up, Gorgeous. Eyes on me.”
He winked and started to eat you out again, locking eyes with you. His tongue went to town, flicking your sensitive nub.
“Pinch those nipples for me, Gorgeous. Hard. Like a good girl.” 
He spoke into your cunt and he looked down to watch you clench desperately around his digit. That’s when he slipped another in and started finger fucking you. Grinning, he leaned down again and took your clit between his teeth as he watched your fingers pinch and pull your breasts.
“Goo gul.” Good girl.
He spoke through your pussy, the vibrations of his voice coursing through you and causing the tight coil in your belly to snap and sending your release gushing into his face. He gladly took everything you gave him, lapping you up and groaning in gratitude. When your pulses slowed, he stood up and wiped his face with his t-shirt.
You stared at the ceiling, embarrassed that you came that hard, and all over him. Your cheeks were warm and you wouldn’t look his way.
“Hey.”
Chris was grabbing your hand. And bringing you upright, tilting your head up for a kiss. His eyes were full of admiration.
“I think I’m addicted to that shit. We’re going to have to do that again.”
He smiled down at you, and you smiled back as he walked you backwards to the table.
“But first, I gotta see this.”
Chris gently kicked your legs apart and positioned the table between them.
“Wanna see myself balls deep in your pretty little pussy from this angle,  Gorgeous.”
He walked behind you, trailing his hand on your torso as he nestled himself against your back.
“Now watch closely.”
You looked down and gasped. It was so graphic, and so fucking sexy. Chris was pumping his cock and swiping it between your wet folds, causing sparks of sensation to radiate through your body. Looking at it from this perspective was a unique experience.
“So fucking hot.”
Chris’s deep voice in your ear and the drops of your arousal on the mirror caused you to try and chase his cock for relief, but he just held your hip fast with his hand to keep you still. 
“Keep being my good girl, Gorgeous. Be patient.”
After listening to you keen in his ear as he leaned down to kiss your shoulder, he  couldn’t hold back any longer.
You moaned as you watched his huge cock breach your tiny hole from below. Your pussy started squeezing round him as he slowly stuffed himself inside you.    Chris’s hands were on your hips holding you down from take off as he thrust his pelvis. You groaned and threw your head back against his shoulder, not able to bear the image.
“Watch.”
Chris’s tone was laced with a little bit of danger. You clenched and he moaned, then smirked at your tell. He doubled down on the dom.
“Keep those fucking eyes open.”
You looked down and it took your breath away. You had the perfect view of Chris’s cock sleeking in and out of your cunt, balls tight against his unit.
“Now circle that clit. Lemme see that pretty little manicure help make you… “
You’d obeyed Chris immediately, and the vision of your chocolate manicured fingers parting your lips and rotating around your clit as his cock invading your tight channel was extremely erotic.
Chris looked down and saw his cock destroying you. He felt you beginning to spasm around him. He heard your sopping wet cunt and your sexy moans. He couldn’t take it.
“Shit that looks so, feels so, sounds so fucking good…”
“Oohhh!” 
You were near the edge. He sucked a hickey onto your neck as he lifted you off the ground with his thrusts. He hooked your leg over his elbow to help gain deeper access.
“Holy shit, taking me so fucking well. Gorgeous, look at it.”
“I can’t Chris, I… shit, holyyyyy, I’m gonna cum again. All over you, shittttt.”
Chris moved you slightly away from the mirror, but did not stop fucking you. He husked into your ear.
“Give it to me. Give it all to me and I’ll give it all to you. Gonna stuff this little pussy so full of my cum…”
“Ahhhh ahhh ah ahhhh!”
You came, body shuddering as Chris pounded into you. You felt the warm spurt of his cum hit your walls and you released as promised.
You opened your eyes and you were on  the floor, curled up in Chris’s arms as he sat on the rug at the foot of his bed. His hand was stroking your spine and you felt safe and warm. But anxious. You looked up at him.
“Oh my god. I can’t believe we did that.”
Chris kissed your nose.
“I can. Been dreaming of it for a long time. A couple of years. Since we first met.”
You were flabbergasted.
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“It never seemed to be the right time. But we’re here now.”
You smiled wide.
“Yeah. And I’m glad.”
Chris gave you a tender kiss and held you tighter. Then he got up and lifted you with him. 
“Time to shower and finish this bedroom.”
You tried to pull him toward the bathroom. But he didn’t budge.
“Or you can give me that blowjob you promised.”
You looked down to see Chris at half staff already.
“We’ve got time. Bedroom seems complete now anyway.”
That lopsided smile did something to your heart. You sank down on your knees.
“The customer is always right.”
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Popsicle?
Chris Evans x reader
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Summary: Eating a popsicle got a whole other meaning when you are with Chris….
Warnings: Pure porn at this point. Blowjob, cursing, mention of public touches, deepthroat, face sitting, oral receiving M and F, double penetration, dildo, anal, anal fingering, pussy fingering, squirting, daddy kink, a little bit of mocking, mention of a threesome with Henry Cavill, possessive Chris, pet names, overstimulation, crying during sex, anal creampie, breeding kink, teasing, begging, rough sex and probably more sex related things but you get the idea. Oh and dom/sub dynamic of course
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Part 2🔥🔥
Popsicle?
It was a very hot day and you, your friends and your boyfriend, Chris went to the beach. It was very nice and refreshing. Besides, Chris finally had some time off from all the interviews for the upcoming movie Lightyear. But that also meant that not only the heat came from the sun but from the two of you, both touch starved. You hoped by having some activities at home before you left would help with that but unfortunately that both just made you want each other more.
There wasn’t a moment that there wouldn’t be a sinful thought swirling in your head or his. And let’s not talk about the teasing all day long that the both of you got riled up. Like sinful touches underwater, where Chris would swim next to you and touch you down below or you him.
But at the end of the day, you were both lazy and very tired from the sun and heat. When you arrived home you were both exhausted and plopped down on the couch after a shower. You had put on your silken kimono and put the tv on. Not long after, Chris joined you just as exhausted. The warmth really got to the both of you, now you were unable to take a dip.
“I’m getting a popsicle. You want one?” You asked Chris, standing up. He looked you up and down lazily and shook his head. “No thank you sweetheart.” You nodded and walked to the freezer, getting your favorite popsicle out of the freezer and made you way back.
Chris took a sip from his beer and watched the tv intently when you plopped back on the couch and unpacked the popsicle before putting it in your mouth and sucked on it. Chris got a little distracted by his sinful thoughts once again and eyed you out of the corner of his eyes. You didn’t notice Chris eyeing you with a small smirk playing on his lips as you were too caught up on what happened on the tv screen.
Chris knew that it wasn’t your intentions to tease him right now but he couldn’t help getting hard from the sight of you sucking on a popsicle. He turned his head slightly, in hopes of getting your attention as he raised his eyebrow with a smirk.
You looked at him but you hadn’t put two and two together yet. “What?” you asked him dumb, making Chris chuckle slightly at your innocence right now and shook his head, trying to focus back on the tv, even though he knew that his focus would be completely on you right now.
You sucked  more on the popsicle and Chris took a glance at you, smiling. You looked at him again and got slightly irritated, not knowing why he was looking and smirking so much until his eyes landed on the popsicle and you got the memo. You chuckled slightly and started to lick the popsicle more seductive and got the full attention from Chris, if you hadn’t had that already while he looked intently at your skills.
He let out a groan when you licked the popsicle and saw that Chris let his head fall back, making you chuckle in reaction. The smile never leaving his lips as he enjoyed this a little bit too much. “I can’t even eat a popsicle in peace for you to have sinful thoughts Evans. You’re unbelievable.” You told him teasingly while Chris just let out a wholeheartedly laugh because you just liked that popsicle in the most sinful way possible.
“Well, maybe if you haven’t riled me up this much on the beach I wouldn’t have these sinful thoughts and let you eat it in peace.” He remarked back. “Well, you weren't the only one who got riled up today so that’s just a shit ass excuse.” You bantered back, making Chris chuckle. “Really? You want to go there now?” he asked you with a smirk in disbelieve. You hummed and nodded as if nothing had happened.
He shook his head while you ate your popsicle in a seductive way again, making Chris groan in annoyance. “Please Y/N.” he told you in a way for you to stop it. You raised your eyebrows and chuckled “Then don’t watch it Chris. I’m not making you.” you teased him and he rolled his eyes. You saw that he was fully hard now. “Seems like you got a slight problem there Evans….” He looked at you again and raised his eyebrow with a smirk. “Then why don’t you do something about it pretty baby?” Shit… this man knew about what that nickname did to you and the annoying smirk he got on his face said enough that he knew damn well.
You looked at him, two can play this game. “Then why don’t you ask me nicely babe?” you tried not to give in right away. “Oh, you want me to ask you nicely?” he acted dumb while you just nodded. “Oh so if I understand this correctly, daddy’s going to have to ask YOU for favors now? I thought that was your job.” Goddamn it. This handsome motherfucker knew just how to get you.
You hummed trying to stand your ground and Chris just chuckled. “Okay then” he told you and faced you, his body now towards you. “Pretty, pretty princess. Help daddy out if you want to cum at all tonight.” He told you lovingly and a little mockingly as he softly stroked your cheek with his knuckles. You knew that if you wouldn’t do what he said right now, you would indeed not cum at all as he always kept his word. You quickly put the last piece of popsicle in your mouth and finished it, putting it on the table as your hand fumbled to his sweats, while Chris watched you with a smirk on his face as he had you right where he wanted to.
You got his cock in your hands and softly stroke him off. “I said help me out, not tease me.” he told you stern and you quickly licked his shaft before trying to take him all in. Chris gasped loudly. “Oh god baby. Your lips are so cold.” You smirked as you knew that already but acted dumb. You got off his cock so you could look up at him. “Sorry daddy.” You told him but the grin told him all he needed to know and smacked your ass loudly. “Oh you already knew that. You’re being a bad girl and going to regret you just did that.” But the smirk gave him away as well. You had him there and he had to give you that.
“Get back to work baby girl and maybe I’ll forgive you if you do a good job.” He told you, holding your face between his palm as he squeezed your cheeks, giving a small short kiss on your pouted lips now. He let go of you so you could go down on his cock again. He held your hair back as you swirled your tongue over the tip of his reddened cock before taking him all in. You heard Chris moan as he let his head fall back down.
Your hands found his balls and massaged them as your head went up and down on a good steady rhythm. Chris looked at you again and placed his hand on the back of your head and started to pushed you down more on his cock while you gagged around him, saliva dripping over his cock towards his balls. He moaned out loud as your throat squeezed his cock. “There you go baby. Just like that princess.” He told you while you sucked him off.
His moans got louder and every time you would hear that angelic sound, it turned you on more and more. “I’m so proud of you sweetheart, taking my entire cock in that pretty mouth of yours.” He said between gasp, pleasure building. “Baby, I’m not going to last long.” You hummed while picking up the speed. Chris held your hair back and your head with the other hand so he could thrust into your mouth as he pushed his hips up. His cock hit the back of your throat and kept gagging every time. “I’m gonna cum baby.” you hummed again when you heard Chris moan loudly above you and the warm seed covered your throat, making you swallow it automatically.
When he was done, he was still panting a little and got your face between his palms and gave you a passionate kiss. “Get your pretty ass upstairs princess.” He told you, playfully smacking your ass, making you giggle in excitement while Chris smiled at you.
“God you look so beautiful in that kimono baby. Keep it on.” He told you as you entered the bedroom. “Come sit on daddy’s face, princess.” You climbed up in excitement with the help of Chris. He placed his arms around your legs so you had no other choice than to sit still. He took a long lick over your slit and hummed in approval. “So wet for daddy.” He approved before eating you out. His tongue entering you while his hand went up towards to your breast and played with your nipple. The moment his tongue connected to your pussy, you lost all strength in your body and already shuddered from pleasure as your body was covered with goosebumps.
He made eye contact with you while eating you out and it was the hottest thing ever, the sight alone almost made you cum at that alone. “Want daddy to finger you while I eat you out?” he asked you, making you nod. “You’re going to have to ask nicely….” He told you as to what you told him earlier. This bastard…. “Please daddy, please make me cum.” He hummed as if he was thinking about, wanting you to beg more. “Please, please, please daddy. I really want to cum in your mouth and on your fingers.” He smiled “Good girl, see that wasn’t so hard.” You would be irritated if you weren’t this needy for his fingers and tongue right now. His fingers entered you and pumped in and out of you while his tongue circled on your clit, now and then sucking it while you were close to reaching your high. You tightened around his fingers “You want to cum, princess?” he asked you and you had a feeling where this was leading to.
You nodded and he got that grin again “You’re going to have ask daddy nicely.” Sometimes you could do him one but this was not the moment. “Please daddy, please can I cum around your fingers.” He decided not to tease you anymore than he already had, knowing that you had learned your lesson. “Cum for daddy sweetheart. You can cum now.” he gave you permission and you came hard. You saw black dots and gasped for air meanwhile your whole body shook and Chris kept eating you out.
His fingers coated with your slick as he placed them on your lips, hinting that you needed to suck on them. You got off of his face and on to his chest while you sucked his fingers. His beard was covered with your slick as well and he got it off with the back of his hand, while looking seductively at you.
You rubbed your ass against his growing hard cock and Chris pulled you down for a heated kiss. His tongue dominating yours as the taste of your pussy hit your tastebuds. “You’re such a good girl, baby. I think you deserve my cock.” He told you and you immediately nodded submissive. “Please daddy. Please, may I have your cock.” He smiled and kissed your forehead, while his hands cupped your cheeks. “Yes baby. Cimb on daddy’s cock and make yourself cum.” He told you and you quickly stroked his cock, guiding him into your pussy.  
You were still sensitive and clenched around him when you put him in. You always had to get used to his size. His hands gripping your hips, fingers digging into your flesh. You slowly started moving “Atta girl, go on.” You didn’t need more and picked up the pace while you both made eye contact. His eyes darkly looking back at you. You took it up a notch and started moving faster while sinful sounds got released from Chris’s throat.
You moaned and your hands went over his abs, turning you on even more.  “Go make yourself cum now.” he commended and rubbed your clit with his thumb. He knew it wasn’t going to take you long as he hit your g-spot with his cock and you came in no time. You fell down on his chest and he softly petted your hair. “Good girl.” He whispered in your ear.
“Look at the mess you made on daddy’s dick.” He told you, holding you up now by your neck. “Clean it up baby.” You got off of him and looked at his cock which was glistening with your cum. You licked it all off his shaft until Chris got up. “Get on your hands and knees.” His voice dark. You did what he said and you heard him getting off of the bed. The moment you turned your head around, you got a hard smack on your ass. “Don’t. Look.” You looked in front of you awaiting what was going to happen.
“Daddy’s going to fill you up completely.” He told you and held your pink dildo in front of you. “Which one do you want in your ass princess?” You looked shocked “You need to learn some manners. You’ve been rude to daddy as if you had the nerve to backtalk to me.” you swallowed your saliva. “But don’t worry, daddy’s not going to hurt you… if you’re stying a good girl. Now. Which. One. Do. You. Want. In. Your. Ass?” your eyes went big. “You… you can choose daddy.” Your shaky voice gave you away. You’ve never tried anal before but the thought did turn you on of having two cock in you. “Now that’s the right answer baby girl.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll start with my fingers. You remember the safe word right baby?” he asked you and nodded. “Tell me what is pretty girl.” “Strawberry” you answered. “Good girl.” You felt his cock going over your dripping slit before entering you with a moan. “Still squeezing daddy so tight.” he remarked and heard him spit and felt his saliva covering your ass, before you felt his finger going over to your other entrance. “You ready sweetheart?” he asked you, making you nod.
You felt his finger slowly going in and a groan above you. “So tight baby, but that won’t last long I promise you.” it send shivers down your spine. He added another finger in and started pumping faster as you followed your high. “Daddy….” You screamed out from pleasure. “That’s it baby. Cum.” He told you and your whole body shook and trembled so much that you couldn’t even hold yourself up, collapsing into the mattress. “Good girl. Now I think it’s time for the real work. What do you think baby?”
You whimpered, still trembling from your last orgasm. He brought the dildo towards your  mouth. “Take it in.” he told you. You opened your mouth while Chris pushed the dildo further into your mouth, making you gag and tear up. “Oh baby, you are so pretty and all mine.” After Chris thought was enough, saliva dripping down your chin and chest, he rubbed it in and got some on his hand for your ass before giving you a generous kiss.
“Daddy?” you asked tiredly and Chris hummed “What is it princess?” he said lovingly, making you feel a little small making you go even more into submission. “I want your cock in my ass.” Chris smiled and kissed your shoulder. “Good girl. I’d love to fuck your ass baby.” he told you before going back to his original place.
He rubbed the dildo against your slicky slit and pushed in, earning a loud moan from you. He spit on your ass again and rubbed the tip of his dick against your entrance before slowly pushing it in. You cried out from pain and pleasure and let your face fall onto the mattress. Chris started to moan loudly as well. “Oh my god, baby you are so tight.” he wasn’t even fully in yet. “ Take daddy’s cock like a good girl.” He told you before moving the dildo in and out of your pussy and pushed his cock further into your ass. Once he was fully in, you started crying from the pain and pleasure, making your entire body confused.
Chris waited with moving and kept playing with the dildo in your pussy. Once he noticed that you were close to coming, he started moving his cock in your ass and you moaned out like you’ve never done before, nails digging into the covers. Once he bottomed you out, he started pounding into you with the dildo at the same time. “Oh you’re doing so good, with two cocks filling you up.” You were in a crying orgasm and started squirting everywhere, making a mess on the entire bed and Chris “Oh look at that, you’re so gorgeous. I’m so proud of you baby” You couldn’t stop squirting and moaning, getting lost in complete and utter pleasure as you fell down on the bed, exhausted. But that didn’t stop Chris.
His hands now on your ass cheeks, pushing you further into the mattress as he thrusted hard in to you. The dildo still resting in your pussy. “Maybe if you’re a good girl I can make an acceptation of sharing you and invite Cavill to destroy that pretty pussy of yours while I pound into you from behind.”
Just the thought of Chris and Henry Cavill pounding in and out of you, using your body as their sex toy got you another round of a eye rolling orgasm. “Oh you like that idea, don’t you princess? Mhm? You’re a little cockslut aren’t you?” you whimpered and tried to wiggle away  as the pleasure became too much. “No princess, you’re staying right here and take that pounding.” He growled in your ear as the loud sounds of skin on skin and your dripping wet pussy filled the air.
He laid his entire body on yours so you had no way of moving at all as he overpowered you. He put his arm around your neck and slightly pulled  you up in a chocking hold while his thrust became harder and more erratic. “I’m going to fill this pretty ass up. It’s mine now.” he growled in your ear.
You came another time and it felt like you were going to pas out for sure. You felt something warm shoot in your ass and Chris let go of the chokehold, making you fall with your face in the covers while he came loudly. Your whole body was shaking and you couldn’t stop, muscles aching. Chris got out of you, leaving you whimpering from sensitivity as he got the dildo out as well and kissed the top of your head. You felt his cum dripping out of your ass, falling on your legs.
Chris cleaned you up, knowing you had absolutely no strength left. “Are you okay baby?” He asked you lovingly and caring. You nodded exhausted. He gave you a loving sympathetic smile “You did so good princess. I’m so proud of you.” he told you as he crawled in bed naked next to you and pulled you against him to cuddle. He softly went with his hand over your hair and gave you head kisses.
“Do you really like the idea of me and Cavill fucking you?” He asked you curious. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment. “Maybe…” you told him, voice raspy. He hummed and nodded, staring at the ceiling and then back at you. “Maybe I should give him a call someday then….” You felt excitement bubbling up by the thought and couldn’t help but smile. Chris smiled back but held your face between his hand again. “But don’t you dare too forget that you’re mine.” He growled intimidating and you couldn’t help but feel the excitement and butterflies going crazy in your stomach. “Yes daddy, I’m all yours.” You told him and kissed him lovingly.
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qscribble · 20 days
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this gif has huge “don’t make me have to come up there” energy.
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Chris evans is fascinated at a sweet and shy reader! who works as his makeup artist. He wants to make her his! smut
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬! 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭.
part 2 here
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞-𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓, 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟.
𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 18+
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I greet Y/N as I walk into the make-up trailer, watching her cheeks turn pink as I give her one of my charming smiles, “I got you a coffee and some pastries.” I hand them over to her, and she looks down at her feet, hiding her cute smile. Placing my fingers under her chin and lifting her head, her eyes go wide, and I notice her trying to rub her thighs together subtly.
Gesturing to the treats I bought her, she slowly takes them out of my hands. “Thank you”, her soft voice reaches my ears, “your welcome, sweetheart.” I head over to my chair, sitting down and getting comfy. My legs spread open as I do this, causing the bulge in my jeans to become more visible. Watching Y/N through the mirror as I take a sip of my coffee, I notice she’s more skittish. As she walks over to me, her eyes meet mine through the mirror as she takes a sip of her coffee.
A small moan escapes her, causing me to hold back a groan. “This is good, thank you.” She ducks her head again as her cheeks turn a bright pink again. She reaches for the make-up that she set up for me. My eyes land on her ass, and they quickly close as I can feel myself become hard. She moves closer, holding some stuff in her hands, “I’m just going to prep your face, okay?” I nod, allowing her to continue. As Y/N places the primer on my face, my hand rests on her hip.
I feel her stutter a bit. Her skin feels so warm against my hand. “So, how has your day been?” I must’ve startled her because she jumped at the sound of my voice, “I-it was good, Mr Evans, how about yours?” I open my eyes and look at her, watching as she diverts her eyes every so often, cheeks pink. “Mines better now that I’ve seen you,” I give her a cheeky smile as her gaze snaps to mine. I notice she struggles a bit with reaching certain areas of my face. One thing I do love about her is how tiny she is compared to me.
“Here, sweetheart.” I guide her in between my legs, “better?” Y/N nods. My cheeks turn pink when I feel her warmth, and both hands rest on either side of her hips. “Hmm, actually”, I lift her and place her onto my lap, “this should work.” Her eyes widen at the move I made, and I give her a soft smile. “B-but… Mr Evans… this is inappropriate” The innocent look on her face is getting me so fucking hard, I just want to rip off her clothes and pound into her, but I can’t scare her off so early on.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. Call me Chris, and it’s not inappropriate, darling. I’m just helping you. Don’t you want my help?” I notice her eyes drift down to my open shirt. The outfit is for my character, Ari. Before she looks back up, going all shy again as she makes eye contact with me. “Y-yes, Chris… Thank you for helping me.” I smile, cock straining against my pants at her obedience and the feeling of her throbbing against me.
As she starts to continue my make-up, my hands squeeze her hips, subtly rubbing her against my bulge. My cock throbs as she lets out small moans, too sweet to say anything. “Sweetheart, do you mind if I unzip my jeans? They’re a bit too tight, and it’s uncomfortable.” Her eyes stare into mine, completely wide. I have to hold back from devouring her as I feel her throb against me. She slowly shakes her head. I smile, reaching down and unzipping my jeans. She doesn’t see me taking my cock out and laying it against my stomach before pulling her back up and onto me. She lets out a shy gasp as she feels my warm cock throbbing against her pussy. Staring up at her, I slowly move her hips against me, feeling my cock in between her pussy, nudging her clit through her knickers.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You don’t know what you do to me, I swear. You’re the reason I fuck up my lines so much, I come in every day- fuck- to see you, and you’re so sweet and so shy that you overlook my advances.” I slowly start to thrust against her, hitting her clit just right. “You going to let me inside, sweetheart? You going to be mine?” Y/N nods rapidly. Whines and huffs leave her mouth, placing her hands on my chest, tangling her fingers into the hairs.
I groan as she pulls, “fuck it,” I move her knickers to the side before sliding my cock through her entrance. Feeling the tightness of her walls hugging me, I rest my forehead against her chest. I take a deep breath as I feel my soul leave my body. I grip her hips and bounce Y/N, using her as my fleshlight. 
I feel her nails dig into my skin, moans leaving her lips as I thrust up into her, walls tightening every time I hit her sweet spot. I reach down and rub her clit. “You’re such a good girl. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?” My voice is deep and raspy as I try to hold the beast inside of me back. “Yes, yes. So good, I’m you’re good girl- Imma good girl” My balls tighten as I hear her fucked out voice. I lean back and look at her face.
Her eyes crossed, mouth hung open slightly. I slowly slip a finger inside her cunt alongside my cock and watch Y/N cry out, and I slowly take it out while still making her bounce on top of me. Before placing my finger inside of her mouth, nearly cumming when she wraps her lips around it and sucks. Something snaps inside of me. I stand, holding her against me as I go to the make-up table. Sitting her on top of it, I hold her down and start to thrust hard and fast.
I place a hand over her mouth, stopping those pretty little noises from escaping. Pounding into her tiny cunt, watching how well she takes me. I feel my end approaching fast as she tightens around my cock, and her back arches, feeling her juices coat me as she reaches her end. I groan loudly, thrusting harder, deeper and faster, not stopping even when she tries to back away. I feel I’m about to burst. I lean over and devour her lips with my own. My cock twitches before I release my cum deep inside her.
“You did so good, sweetheart.”
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𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠!
𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝
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Pairing: MMA!Fighter Ari x Reader
Warnings: Smut, Oral (fem receiving), overstimulation, beefy Ari, brief mentions of blood (during a fight with his opponent)
A/N: Written on my phone.
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Ari stares down at his opponent, blood dripping down the side of his face, deep blue eyes wild and unfocused. His broad chest heaves as he cracks his neck, flexing his massive fists, draws back his arm to land another devastating punch.
The dull roar in his ears fades, one singular voice piercing through the haze.
“Levinson stop. Goddamn it, get off of him. Now!” Clint screams, ducking under the ropes to climb on the mat.
Ari blinks, wiping his face with the back of his hand. One glance down at Brock’s mangled nose and he grimaces.
“My bad,” he states with a shrug, placing a hand on his knee, he pushes himself to a standing position. Jumping on his heels, he stretches his arm over his head.
“Your bad,” Clint sputters, running his hand over hair. He sighs, his eyes darting between the unrepentant Ari and the groaning Brock. “Your-fuck it.” He sighs, clutching his fist to his forehead. “Good job Levinson. We got two days until your match so I need you to calm down enough to finish training. Get rid of some this excessive energy, okay? We’re running out of men willing to spar with you.”
“That’s not my-“ Ari closes his mouth, playfully raising his hands when Clint glares at him, muttering threats through gritted teeth. “I’m going, I’m going.”
Ari steps out of the ring, a devious smirk pulls at his lips. Oh, he knows exactly how to work off some of his energy. He hopes you stretched. 
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You’re on your way to bed when you get his text. Staring at the two blunt sentences, you can practically hear his deep timbre whispering them in your ear. Fuck. It’s visceral-the way your body just instantly reacts to the thought of him, needing him instantly. Especially since his upcoming match means you’re both deprived thanks to his no sex before a match rule.
It’s not fucking fair.
You have Ari in peak form, even bigger than usual from his hours at the gym, his tanned, tattooed muscles testing the strength of all his shirts, his large hands bruised and calloused dangling in front of your face like a five star dessert and he won’t let you touch him until after the fight. He’s been stomping around the house, full of pent up aggression and you want him to take all of it out on you.
The only things keeping you from spontaneously combusting or begging on your knees are the memories of the last time he got like this, the things he did to your body after he won-oh god you’ve never experienced so much pleasure in your life. You didn’t walk right for a week. He wasn’t joking when he said you were going to feel him inside you for days.
You look at the message again. Indecision and lust clouding your judgement. Tapping your foot on the carpet, your brow knit together as you study his words. Is this a test? Do you say yes because your pussy is saying fuck yes with every pulsating throb? Does he want you to say no so he can use it to get more worked up for the fight?
When the throb turns into a heartbeat between your thighs, you have no choice but to type out a quick “yes please.”
“Good, because I’m already here, Bunny,” his baritone voice washes over you, drowning out your startled squeak.
Before you can glance over your shoulder, everything becomes a blur. You’re pushed down on the bed, your hands sliding forward as he lifts your ass up. Your toes scrape the soft fibers of the carpet. Panties ripping off. Massive hands gripping your ass. And then his warm, wet, soft tongue delves between your folds while his rough beard grazes across your sensitive thighs.
And he licks one long strip from your dripping slit all the way to your clit. So fast it takes a second for the sensations to register. Then they hit you. Hard and fast. And you let out a low, needy moan that urges him on. Another long lick followed by a slow suck of your clit into his warm mouth. Two long fingers push inside you, curling to find the spot that has you keening as he lavishes your pussy with attention.
He’s unhinged. Feral. Primal.
Ari’s not eating you like your dessert, he’s fucking you like you’re the very air he needs to breathe.
“Shit Ari, oh god,” you pant, grasping the sheets in your fists, eyes rolling back.
You can’t close your mouth or stop the animalistic noises from spilling out, you definitely can’t escape from his talented, devoted tongue.
Ari has you pinned between him and your bed so you have no choice but to take every ounce of pleasure he’s giving you
Pressure builds inside you, the coil becoming tight and hot with every drag of his fingers across your spot, the fast flicks blend with soft kisses until you’re delirious. “Ohgodohgod,” you cry out, a scream clawing it’s way up your throat. “Ohmyfuckinggod Ari!”
You don’t recognize the noise you just made. He does. Ari grins into your pulsing, sweet little pussy and goes even faster, taking everything from you until you go taut, fine tremors wracking down your spine. Your orgasm whips through you, colorful stars explode behind your eyelids and pure bliss surges through your veins.
You’re still floating on your high when he picks you up and tosses you in the middle of the bed. “Damn, that was good. You feel better? Cause I do,” you say breathlessly.
Ari waits until your eyes open and he stares down at you, his blue eyes darkened with heady desire and he slowly lowers his large body between your thighs. He smirks even as he shakes his head. “I’m still really stressed, Bunny.” There’s a dangerous tinge to his softly spoken statement. “They gave me explicit instructions to get rid of all my stress before I can go back to the gym. And since I can’t fuck you the way I want, I’m going to have to eat you until I feel better.”
Oh.
Not taking his eyes off yours, Ari traces his name across your swollen clit, watching as your back arches off the bed. “I’ll let you know when I had enough. Now grab the headboard and hold on Bunny. I’m going to need a few more orgasms from this pretty little pussy.”
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