#chris evans story
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Popsicle?
Chris Evans x reader
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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Cruel Summer Chapter 1 (Chris Evans x Actress/Singer!Reader)
(Okay, So Ive been away for a hot minute. And I've been through quite a bit. But I got inspired to write this and I hope yall love it!! Couple of things. 1.) Taylor Swift doesnt exist in this series, the reader is like taylor swift! 2) dont come for me, I've been chewing on this idea for a few months now lol. 3.) Im almost done with chapter 1 of My Alpha, I know I've gotten some messages about that!! Also, half way through chapter 2 of Midnight rain ;) Enjoy! Let me know your thoughts on this!! love you guys!!!)
Thoughts? Suggestions? General opinion wanted here!!!!!
You’d be delusional to think that he wanted anything more than hookups with you. Being a movie star was hard enough to make a “normal” life ...falling in love with your co-star though...that made everything even worse. That’s what led you to becoming a world famous pop star, releasing smash hit after smash hit. Your smile; when up on that stage, tens of thousands of fans screaming your songs as you sang them, standing ovations, tears of happiness, excitement, thrill, it all made that heartache ease just a little bit. But not all the way.
“Tonight is a HUGE night, I can’t believe you’re going to announce another album. I’m in awe, really I am.” Your mom said, grabbing your shoulders and looking at you in the mirror of the room you were currently using backstage. “Mom, thanks so much for traveling with me during this tour. It means so much to me.” you smiled softly at her, “especially after everything I’ve been through recently. Wanna know the surprise songs tonight? Or just be surprised like everyone else?” you asked with a soft laugh.
Your mom and dad were your biggest and best fans you could have ever asked for. Even during the worst time of your life, you’d had your parents support when changing careers. “Awe, let me be surprised like everyone else dear. Your cue is up….come on,” she gave you a big hug and kissed your cheek. “You’re going to be amazing, just like every other night” she beamed before walking out of your dressing room.
You stared in the mirror, touching up your red lipstick before turning around and walking out. Your bejeweled bodysuit in the colors of your most favorite album you’d put out, pinks and blues. You smiled at the stage crew and everyone working behind the scenes as you walked with your assistant. “Another great sold out crowd out there, the VIP tent is dead center, lots of celebrities are here tonight too.” She smiled before you walked away standing on your mark.
Listening to the entrance music you’d had custom made, caused the memories to flood your mind.
You looked over at him grinning as you both reached for a piece of popcorn. “Soooo I thought you wanted to do something else when you asked me to come to your hotel room 10:30 at night.” you smirked as he laughed, throwing his head back. “While yes, I’d love to do that too….I figured it would be nice to watch a movie or two, enjoy a snack and relax together too. I ordered some wine and chocolate covered strawberries too.” he said leaning closer to you, as you bit your lip leaning into him, letting his lips brush yours. The next thing you knew, he had you pinned to the bed, popcorn littering the floor as he kissed down your neck, slowly pushing your shirt off and attacking your chest.
“Ready? Have fun!!” Your assistant shouted over the music and screaming fans as the platform started to bring you up from under the stage. You plastered a grin on your lips and got in your stance with your mic.
The moment your back up dancers pulled back the large fabric fans to reveal you, you began to sing one of your songs. The roar of screams, cheers and cries erupted throughout the entire stadium as you came into sight for everyone. The platform continued to rise as you sang, smiling at everyone.
“It's you and me, that's my whole world
They whisper in the hallway, "She's a bad, bad girl"
Oh, I just thought you should know (you should know)
It's you and me, there's nothing like this (like this)
Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince (okay)
We're so sad, we paint the town blue (paint it blue)
Voted most likely to run away with you.”
The music ended as everyone cheered even louder and you laughed softly, the platform lowering back to the mainstage level; you grinned as the next song began instantly. You loved performing for a crowd, they never made you feel like you weren’t worth the love and attention. You strut toward the front of the stage, beginning to sing the bridge, along with the crowd, when a sight almost threw you off your performance. He stood there in the VIP tent with a cold beer in one hand, his other arm around the shoulders of a petite brunette.
“I'm drunk in the back of the car
And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (oh)
Said, "I'm fine, " but it wasn't true
I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you
And I snuck in through the garden gate
Every night that summer just to seal my fate (oh)
And I screamed for whatever it's worth
"I love you, " ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?
He looks up grinning like a devil”
You belt out the bridge, the crowd screaming louder toward the end. You tried to not to look at the VIP tent, the urge to see him again, standing there happy with some other girl, you danced around, happily grinning at the crowd, encouraging them to sing along. You finally took a break, smiling wide as everyone clapped and cheered. “Hi!” you said cheerfully. “My name is Y/N and welcome to The Eras Tour,” you grinned as the stadium erupted again.
“I just want to say thank you to everyone who is here tonight and I hope that I don’t disappoint. I usually perform only two surprise songs a night, however, I’m feeling…fun tonight, so I want to add another song to the list for you all. It’s one that I don't usually perform live. But, I hope you enjoy it.” you smiled as the platform rose and you looked around, the soft jazz music starting as loud cheers erupted. You couldn't stop the smile that landed on your face as you began to sing.
“We were crazy to think
Crazy to think that this could work
Remember how I said I'd die for you?
We were stupid to jump
In the ocean separating us
Remember how I'd fly to you?
And I can't talk to you when you're like this
Staring out the window like I'm not your favorite town
I'm New York City
I still do it for you, babe
They all warned us about times like this
They say the road gets hard and you get lost when you're led by blind faith
Blind faith”
You smiled looking around, your eyes landed on him again, he had a look in his eyes, just like how he used to look at you, hunger and desperation for your touch. You put your lips back up to the microphone and made eye contact with him again.
“But we might just get away with it
Religion's in your lips
Even if it's a false god
We'd still worship
We might just get away with it
The altar is my hips
Even if it's a false god
We'd still worship this love
We'd still worship this love
We'd still worship this love
I know heaven's a thing
I go there when you touch me
Honey hell is when I fight with you”
You didn’t mean to stare for so long, but the way he looked at you, watching your body move. You wanted to jump off stage and run into his arms again, kissing him, telling him how in love with him you still were, even after the three years that had passed. You felt a tightness in your chest when the girl turned and kissed his neck, and began to dance with him.
You finished the song not soon after and took a small bow as everyone screamed out. You stood still smiling as the platform began to lower, before diving off to get changed. “I need a minute,” you said as your assistant came up to you. She looked slightly confused as they began to help you into your next outfit. How were you going to continue this concert with him staring at you? You didn’t think you could do it honestly.
“I can’t believe you changed the set list, We’re going to have to cut one of the surprise songs.” You looked at her. “No we can’t but we are changing them tonight.” you said as they did up the back of your dress. “What?! Why!” she gasped. “Chris is here,” you said looking at her as her face fell. “With some girl.” she sighed putting a hand on her head “Jesus fucking Christ……okay. Tell me what you need.” you looked at her again as tears filled your eyes. “I need a fucking minute.” you grabbed the new mic rushing off.
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Hi love! 💙
I have a little request/idea for you, for our favorite man - the one and only Chris Evans! I'll send you a little inspiration photo as well 👀
I imagine Chris and Reader being together (bf/gf, engaged or married, whichever you prefer) when they find out Chris has been named Sexiest Man Alive. How do you think they would celebrate it? Fluff or smut is up to you, whichever you're most comfortable with 💙
Being married to the sexiest man alive.
Pairing:Husband!Chris Evans And Wife!Reader.
Warnings: Nothing this time just some fluff hehe.
You woke up to chris's phone buzzing. You reach over and lightly rub his arm. "bubba Your phone is ringing"
Chris groans pulling you into his arms. "Let it go to messages" He kisses your head falling back to sleep.
You smile at him you and Chris have been married for about two years and they have been crazy, from the honeymoon phase to starting to pinch yourself sometimes.
You lightly kiss his neck. "Bubba it's six am we should get up" Chris groans again. "Fine ok ok" he gets out of bed and yawns. "hmm let me see who called me"
you get out of bed and grab your phone and walk into the bathroom to get ready for the day.
You get into this outfit and then walk out and fix your hair into this bun.
Chris let's out a happy yell. "Y/N! Y/N!" he runs into the bedroom grabbing you and spinning you around. "Chris what is going...on?" he sets you down and says. "you'll never..guess...who...called me!"
You laugh. "Chris my love calm down...breathe" He smiles. "Someone from people mag called me and said I was...Made..." he gets a sexy grin and you knew what that meant. "Wifey you are looking at the 2023's Sexiest man alive"
Your jaw drops. "Is this a prank?" He shakes his head. "Nope and I get to go to the photo shoot this afternoon"
You smile and start jumping around. "Oh my God babe!!" He jumps with you. "it feels like a dream!" You hug him. "I'm so proud of you babe!"
He smiles kissing you then leaning his head on yours. "thank you wifey"
Later that day you and Chris head to the place for the shoot and Megan smiles as you two walk hand in hand. "hey you two love birds" Chris smiles. "Hey good to see you again"
She gets you two up to date on the day and Chris nods every once in a while. "Hey SMA over here please"
Chris looks at you and you smile. "Get going sexiest man alive you don't want to keep your fans waiting" He kisses you then says. "See you around Misses Evans"
You smile as he walks away and you are led to a chair behind the cameras and they yell. "Action!" You watch Chris the whole time thinking so many thoughts of him.
You make a face to make him laugh and he does and he says a few times. "Wifey stopppp" I laugh lightly and wink at him.
They have him change from many outfits. You found out you loved how he sat on a chair.
"babe your in for it when we get home!" You say looking at his tatts that are peaking out from the shirt. You loved the tattoos and each one was your favorite.
After the shoot Chris walks to you and wraps his arms around you. "Did I tease you enough?" you grin. "I won't say around people babe" He leans to your ear. "Whisper it"
You bite your lip and say in his ear. "I want to rip those clothes off of you so badly"
Chris's eye go wide. "Sorry babe but I have to head out of town for a few days" You pout and wrap your arms around his waist. "Fine i'll have to...take care of my needs on my own"
Chris looks around laughing softly. "that needy uh?" You look at him smirking. "Sorry babe but yes"
Megan walks to you two and says. "Ok that was great Chris now we have A Q and A tomorrow in new york" he nods as he has his arms around you rubbing your back lightly.
"Alright thanks" She nods and you frown. "How long will you be gone?" "Maybe two days" You look at him. "okay" Chris has you sit and he rubs your arm. "what's wrong baby?"
"I thought I could go with but I can't take work off" he wipes the tear from your cheek. "Oh baby I wish you could go with me too but You have work" You nod. "damn I wish I took off last month ago"
He smiles and kisses your forehead. "I'll be back with you in no time" You look at your hands. "I had some news too i'll wait until your back" Chris tilts his head. "What news?"
You look at him. "it'll wait babe it's nothing important" Chris takes your hands in his. "Dove talk to me!" You smile. "I um..." "hey Chris wrap up time" Chris looks at the crew and says. "be right there"
He looks back at you now feeling worried. "Y/n talk to me" "I think i'm pregnant" You say without thinking.
He sits there stunned. "your...what?" You look into his blue eyes and say. "I was going to take test today but then this whole thing started and I didn't want to take one yet, I know it's bad timing Chris and I know your busy and all..."
He hugs you letting tears fall on his beard. "God" You hug him back. "your...not mad?" He pulls away cupping your face. "How can I be mad? I have wanted this for so long"
He smiles kissing you. "i'm one lucky Sexiest man alive" You giggle looking into your husband's blue eyes that had a spark in them and it made you feel happy.
Thank you Nic for asking for this! Hope you like it. :)
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In Living Color Masterlist
By @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour
We do NOT give permission for our works to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. Our work is our own.
Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?
* = Denotes smut! All of our work is 18+ only!
Chapter 1 - Work begins on Lightyear and they meet for the first time.
Chapter 2 - They get lunch together and each develop feelings.
Chapter 3 - Nat hosts a game night and shares details about her past with Chris.
Chapter 4 - Nat needs saving, and a birthday party finally forces them to act on their feelings.
Chapter 5 Part One | Part Two* - Chris explains himself in the aftermath of their date, and Nat attends his going-away party.
Chapter 6 - They deal with the aftermath of their actions.
Chapter 7 - Nat's sister's visit provides her with a distraction from missing Chris.
Chapter 8* - After a long distance birthday celebration, Chris steps up in Nat’s time of need.
Chapter 9 Part One | Part Two - After a photo is shared online and Nat gets a glimpse into Chris’ world, they deal with the aftermath and try to pick up the pieces.
Chapter 10 Part One* | Part Two* - They are finally reunited after two months apart.
Chapter 11 - After struggling during a work day, Chris relaxes at Nat’s apartment and they share a tender moment.
Chapter 12 - Chris finally meets Nat’s family and he learns more about her past.
Chapter 13 Part One* | Part Two | Part Three - While missing Nat, Chris makes a spur of the moment decision and later Nat visits Boston for the first time.
Chapter 14* - They celebrate Nat’s birthday.
Chapter 15 Part One | Part Two - Chris and Nat spend Thanksgiving in Washington.
Chapter 16 - Nat participates in an art show and discusses her dreams with Chris.
Chapter 17* - Chris and Nat go on a quick trip to ring in the New Year.
Chapter 18 - Plans change and concerns are revealed.
Chapter 19* - While Chris is in Atlanta, Nat goes out to visit him after a while apart.
Chapter 20 - New beginnings and new opportunities happen.
Chapter 21 - Nat shares her news with Chris.
Chapter 22 Part One | Part Two - Chris and Nat deal with the consequences of their decisions.
Chapter 23 - Chris and Nat spend time together in San Francisco.
Chapter 24 - Chris and Nat celebrate the premiere of Lightyear.
Chapter 25
**We are posting the remaining chapters and a synopsis to summarize the rest of the story**
Chris and Nat asks, headcanons, and more!
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Cover Up // Chris Evans
Chris Evans x female reader ?? idk lol
Summary: It’s late and not safe to drive home. The only possible solution is to stay at Chris’ house overnight. But with that masive crush? Yeah, it’s a pain in the ass...
Warnings: masturbation, use of vibrator, huge crush on Chris, CHRIS (hopefully that’s all, this is my first rodeo ever, lol)
Wordcount: 2.5k
!!beware of all the mistakes, English is not my native language!!
A/N: Hello and welcome to my first ever story written in English! I’m very VERY nervous about posting this but since I’ve already put in the work when writing this, it would be a shame if it just stayed in my computer, wouldn’t it?
A big thanks to @keanureevesisbae for being such a great helper and supporter! ❤️
Enjoy!
I hummed and cracked my neck. After hours of sitting in one position it was stiff as hell and my back wasn’t doing any better. I sighed and leaned back in the chair in the dining area of Chris‘ house.
“I think we‘re done for today,“ Chris said and finished his fourth bottle of beer. I hummed in agreement and closed my eyes for a second to give them some rest. But as quickly as I shut them down, I opened them again when I realized it was pitch dark outside. Annoyed, I groaned at the thought of the forty-minute drive back home.
We planned to end our planning session way earlier, but between laying out all the meetings, interviews, table reads and filming days so they don’t overlay over each other, we kinda got lost and forgot to watch the time.
It was worth it though. We planned out almost the next four months and everything should go smoothly. Should.
Chris must have been reading my mind as his eyes went from my small frame to the window and then back to me.
“You can stay overnight if you want to. The guest bedroom is ready for you… as always,“ he offered.
As always. I knew it was a jab at me because every time he offered something remotely close to staying overnight in his house, I dodged the offer and opted to rather drive back home. It was better that way. I was sure about that.
I didn’t know if I would be able to handle a whole damn night in a place where every corner smells like… him. Even being in his proximity for the whole afternoon and evening proved to be challenging.
Of course, this was not always the case. No.
It started pretty recently. Or maybe a couple of months ago but time flies by fast when you’re having fun - and Chris was a lot of fun. I mean, he always was. That’s just who Chris is. He’s the fun uncle, always joking and pranking everyone else and being friendly with basically everybody.
But I felt like he stopped being friendly with me a long time ago. It started with simple touches, like touching my waist so we don’t collide with each other when he walks by me in tight spaces, and even simpler gestures, like making sure I drink enough water during the day (because he knows that has been my whole life struggle) and always bringing me something to snack on (because he knows I have a very sweet tooth).
And I already had a massive crush on him before all of this. But now? Now I don’t even know what to do anymore. He was becoming more and more attractive to me with every little thing he did every day and it was starting to feel unbearable.
Actually, I wouldn’t be surprised at all if my underwear is completely drenched after spending so much time with him.
I wiggled in my chair and realised that I in fact could really feel something wet and sticky between my legs. Oh boy.
Chris looked at me with a very pointed look. Shit. I have been quiet for too long, I haven’t given him any answer to his offer.
I shook my head to get any and all horny thoughts out of there and licked my lips before gently biting the lower one.
“I don’t know, Chris,“ I murmured.
Chris sighed and shrugged.
“It’s all up to ya but you know I would love to have you over for once so you don’t have to drive all the way home. I mean, c’mon… It can’t even be safe anymore with how tired you are.“
Reluctantly I nodded in agreement and sighed. I pondered over his arguments about why I should stay and I have to say he IS right - I am tired. And yes, it is not the safest thing to drive for so long in this state. Was there any other choice though? No.
I mean yes, but that included staying with Chris. Ugh, this situation is so frustrating…
“C’mon, I’m going to give you some fresh towels and something to sleep in,“ Chris chirped. Crap, he must have taken my silence as a yes. I opened and closed my mouth like a fish on dry land, but I couldn’t think of any more reasons, why I couldn’t stay. I think I officially ran out of them the last time he offered.
With a lot of hesitation evident in my body language, I stood up and followed him to the laundry room. He handed me some towels and his t-shirt and shorts. HIS t-shirt AND shorts.
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. What the heck.
I inhaled deeply to calm myself down. However, it was a mistake, because I only inhaled more of his scent wafting from his t-shirt that I held pressed to my chest together with the towels. I almost whined like a kicked puppy while we were walking down the hall to the guest bedroom.
“If you need anything, text me or call for me, mkay?“ he said.
“Mhm,“ I murmured – I didn’t feel brave enough to say something else. But after we stood in the hallway for a minute and no one said anything, I took it upon myself to get this over with.
“Thank you, Chris, you’re very kind. Good night.“
“Always happy to help, ya know that,“ he said.
“I know,“ I replied.
“Good night,“ Chris said before he disappeared into his room.
I sighed and also went into my room for the night. I looked around and admired the king-sized bed with silky white sheets and a mountain of pillows. There were bedside tables on both sides of the bed and there were lamps and tissue boxes on both of them. There were two doors on the right – one of them led to the bathroom and the other one… probably a closet?
I placed my bag on the bed together with Chris’ clothes and the towels he gave me and rummaged through my bag. Aha! Thank you irregular period for making me carry another set of underwear with me wherever I go.
I walked to the open door that led to the bathroom and stepped in there. Maybe a nice shower will calm me down and help me to handle everything.
I stripped down and climbed into the spacious shower. I turned the water on and set it to a hot temperature. Just the right one. I sighed and leaned into the wall for support.
Resting my forehead on the wall I closed my eyes and thought back to everything that has happened today and everything that I still need to do tomorrow and in the next couple of days. But those thoughts haven’t lasted for a long time.
Slowly but surely they were being replaced by blue eyes, bushy beard and soft brown hair. The smell of cedar wood and citrus swarmed around me. Thick arms with popping veins wrapped around my waist and a hot and sticky body pressed to mine. Smooth skin brushed against mine and my knees started to shake. I quickly opened my eyes and looked around in panic but I quickly realized it was just my damn own fantasy.
Shaking my head I scrubbed down my body and climbed out of the shower. I should not have thoughts like that, it’s only going to make things worse for me. I dried myself and put on my underwear but held back from putting on Chris‘ clothes. I stared at it laying on the closed laundry basket and contemplated if this is a good idea.
Picking it up I brought it up to my nose and sniffed it.
Cedarwood, citrus, musk and… Dodger.
I groaned and threw it back on the laundry basket. He doesn’t have to know, what eyes can’t see…
I went back to the room and grabbed my tee from today. It’s not that dirty and I think I will be able to survive in it throughout the night and until I get back home.
While I was in the bathroom I noticed an electric toothbrush by the sink and there were new toothbrush heads so I decided to take advantage of it and brush my teeth.
After putting the tee on and quickly brushing my teeth, I climbed into the bed and wrapped myself up in the blanket.
The plan was to fall asleep as soon as possible but so far I was failing miserably. I was just tossing and turning and I could not for the life of me get rid of the ache between my thighs. I rubbed them against each other and whined.
My imagination took a strike again.
I swear I could feel huge palms wrap around my thighs and pull them apart. They gently glided from my knee to my core and created a path of goosebumps.
I shuddered and parted my legs a bit more. Gentle fingers brushed against my core and my hips bucked up.
With a moan, I opened my eyes and realized those were in fact my small fingers trying to find their way inside my underwear. I groaned and threw away the blanket that was not helping with the heat I was feeling all over my poor horny body.
There is no way back or more like no way I’m going to be able to fall asleep feeling like this. I have to do only one thing possible right now, otherwise, I’ll be just tossing and turning the whole night regretting everything that has happened today.
Hesitantly I stalked towards my handbag and took out my pale blue vibrator. I may regret this in the future but what else should a woman like me do when she is around such a fine man as Chris.
So far I managed to avoid masturbating while thinking of Chris but I think today’s the day I’m going to break one of my rules that were supposed to help me not to fall in love with him even more.
They were totally useless.
I took a deep breath and laid back on the bed. Again, I spread my legs and pressed the buzzing vibrator to my clothed core.
And as before, I let my mind wander wherever it wanted to in order to get off.
I was thinking about his blue eyes. His smile and his sexy bushy beard. Oh, how amazing it would feel if it would just brush on the sides of my thighs and then all over my over-sensitive bundle of nerves.
How amazing his full lips and pink tongue would feel lapping on my folds and the juices dripping down from my pussy.
How his hands would rub on my thighs first and then move to my belly before deferring down to my waist to pin me down to the bed.
My hips bucked up and down and my back arched. I hummed in contentment and bit my lip.
My pussy started to clench and my whole body began to shake and quiver with ecstasy.
The orgasm was so magical that my ears started to buzz and my vision became blurry before I tightly closed my eyes while I enjoyed the rest of the ride.
I clasped a hand over my mouth to cover up a moan that came to the surface.
The corners of my mouth went up and I sighed with relief.
However, that relief was quickly gone when I heard a knock on the door.
I panicked. My heart started to pound and my ears started to buzz, although right now it was for a completely different reason.
Oh no. It must be Chris. There is no one else in the house. Unless Dodger learnt how to knock on the door which is very unlikely he managed to do in the last half an hour.
I sat on the bed and looked around. There is no way he did not hear the buzzing of my vibrator and he is not stupid, he’s definitely going to put the pieces together.
Suddenly I got an idea.
I jumped from the bed and silently ran to the bathroom, grabbed the electric toothbrush and quickly ran back to the bedroom and to the door.
This should work, or at least confuse him enough if he heard something.
I exhaled to slow down the beating of my heart and with the next inhale I opened the door.
And there he was.
Clad in sleeping shorts and nothing else.
Oh sweet lord.
My eyes scanned his torso up and down. All of the tattoos he wore on his body and all of the abs he worked so hard for. Even the fine hair on his chest that looked disgusting on anyone else yet so sexy on Chris.
I looked up at his eyes and noticed a puzzled look in his blue ponds.
They jumped from my eyes to the still buzzing electric toothbrush in my hand and then to my t-shirt that clearly showed my erect nipples.
Damn, I didn’t even realize that.
He opened his mouth but nothing came out.
He tried again and this time he said: “I thought I heard…“ He did not finish the sentence, instead, his eyes flashed again to the electric toothbrush I held in my hand.
Oh god. Please no.
I turned it off and took a breath to say something but before I could say anything, he was faster.
“Ya know what… Whatever… I just wanted to say good night again and to make sure you’ve got everything you need. So… Good night!“
He quickly turned on his heel and went away from the guest bedroom I stayed in.
I sighed and bit my lip.
I closed the door and laid back in the bed. I turn on my side and stared at the electric toothbrush I placed on the nightstand next to the bed.
Should I have covered it up? Wouldn’t it be better to just let it be and deal with the consequences? Wouldn’t it be better to just let him think whatever he wants to think?
I don’t know, and I guess I’ll never know it because what is done, is done.
Tomorrow I have to get out of here as soon as possible. No breakfast, no coffee, just a simple goodbye, and I’ll be on my way home because after this, I can’t even look him straight in the eyes without coming back to that feeling when I came with him in front of my eyes.
I’ll have to avoid him for at least a week before I can see him again without turning into a full-on tomato.
Oh well. That actually won’t be possible.
Tomorrow afternoon is a photoshoot day.
For Gucci.
Which means half-naked Chris.
Yeah, I’ll have to find a last-minute excuse as to why I can not come because if I’ll see half-naked Chris, I will come, but in a whole ‘nother way…
I don’t know, what do you guys think?
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Breakfast
Board inspired by the one I saw @fvckinghenrycavill do
Pairing: husband Chris Evans x fem reader
Summary: just fluff you making Chris breakfast Bring it to him after he's been working all morning
Word count: 701
Warnings: none!
A/n: I had to write the sexist man alive a fic because I absolutely adore him
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~|fluffy content ahead|~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You had been sitting on the sofa in you and Chris's shared house looking out the open doors letting in the sunlight. Your place was mostly made of wood. You found it comforting to look out and see the tall green trees, your Christmas tree was one of them. It stood tall decorated with the ornaments you had hung up with Chris's help of course. You were so excited when he had brought it home. You had grown quite bored after a few hours since Chris was working on a project and the dogs were resting in there beds near the door. It wasn't that you were neglected by Chris, you just missed his attention.
You couldn't for the life of you understand why they'd given your husband a job around Christmas anyway. You had just been in his office checking in on him from time to time. He was deeply concentrated on what he was doing, so much so that he didn't move his eyes to look your way when you entered. You understood he was busy so left to give him space; that was over an hour ago and you couldn't help but worry a bit since he hadn't come down to eat but you really didn't want to disturb him while he was working. It made you a bit anxious, though Chris wasn't the type to blow a fuse if you did go talk to him, that was just how you were. You sat for a moment debating on whether or not you should go ask him to come eat but you quickly shut the questions out; you are his wife! you could make him food.
You nodded as If confirming it as you made your way to the kitchen. "Eggs and bacon are fine" you mumbled, pulling the carton and pack from the fridge, reaching for a pan and throwing the items on the stove. Chris was typing away on his computer when the smell filled the space. He looked up for a second, had you been cooking yourself something he thought while looking over his laptop. "Good she remembered to eat" he said to himself and went back to work content with the fact that you were taking care of yourself. A few hours passed while you cooked everything before plating it. You decided half way through to make hot chocolate with a candy cane resting in the mug, a few marshmallows floating on the steaming liquid as you carried the plate up the steps to him.
You pushed the door all the way open admiring your husband and how attractive he looked, focused on his task before knocking as lightly as you could with the food in your hand."Chris" you called softly and he looked up at the sound of your voice, a warm smile on his face at the sight of you. "Oh honey, you made me breakfast," he said, reaching for you as you walked to him, you nodded. "I wasn't sure if you'd want to come down so I made it and brought it to you" you say as you sit it down. "and you made hot chocolate!" He beamed, causing you to giggle while nodding. Chris had always been so adorable to you, he had a child like nature to him at times that never failed to melt your heart.
"You're the best. I wouldn't know what to do without you angel" he said, pulling you in his lap as he pressed kisses to your entire face, his beard tickling your skin making your nose scrunch up. He pulled back, blue ocean eyes looking at you with adoration and love. You smile at him, the look reminding you of the first time you saw him. He looked at you like you held the stars and the moon in your grasp. "I love you" he said in a haze, taking in your beauty like a fine art piece as his eyes searched your face. Your eyelashes flutter as the familiar butterflies and heart ache feeling fills you. You kiss him gently as you cup his face letting your eyes shut, his lips move with yours passionately. "I love you more" you say, pulling back.
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What To Expect When You're Not Expecting (5)
Chris Evans x Black (pregnant) Female Reader
Summary: It's no secret that Chris wants to be a daddy. He's said it in many different interviews and blogs before. He just never expected the mother of his child to be someone he didn't know, let alone fuck.
Warnings: 18+ angst, mentions of alcohol abuse and cheating/ malpractice, talk of abortions!, TALK OF SU*C*DE, TALK OF DMV! BE WARNED!
Note: Thank you for all the love so far! It means the world!
Edit: To my surprise, many of you like this and asked me to continue, here's the fourth part and a tag list to join! I'm trying to start my blog up so this really helps!
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(The reader is nearing five months pregnant, it’s giving WandaVision speed lmao. Chris is a proud PAPAya)
You hadn’t spoken to Chris in a week, and it was another week he couldn’t see his child grow. It wasn’t like he was off in another state filming a movie. In fact, he was here in Boston filming Defending Jacob, so he had nothing but opportunities to see you and the baby. But you hadn’t wanted that, ignoring his calls and text. He knew he messed up asking your such personal questions. But he just wanted to help if he could.
So now on his day off work, he found himself walking up to your apartment with a bouquet of flowers and a pack of ginger ale. He truly hoped you would accept his peace offering—he also hoped your love for ginger ale wasn’t conditional to your pregnancy.
Chris adjusted his hoodie and hat, coughing before he knocked on your apartment door. From the other side he heard stampering, and before he knew it the door flew wide open and so did his eyes. The girl before him looked just like you, only shorter and not pregnant. His eyebrow rose as she chewed on a Twix bar, pulling at the carmel that fell from the bar while she stared him down.
“You gonna say anything, or do you just stare?” She burped causing Chris’s face to scrunch up.
“Um?” He coughed, peaking at the apartment doors number, yup still 338. “Am I at the right apartment?”
“You’re at the right place.’ She looked Chris up and down. “Y/n just taking her thirtieth bathroom break of the day.” She turned, walking away leaving the door wide open.
“Are you going to come in, or are you just going to stand there like a pedophile?” She wandered into the kitchen.
Unsure, Chris stepped inside, closing the heavy wooden door behind himself. “And you are?” He asked, following behind the girl. He watched as she pounced onto the counter, digging into a pint of moose tracks ice cream.
She laughed, kicking her legs. “I’m, Sarah. Y/n’s younger sister. Who are you?” She pointed at him with her spoon.
Chris opened his mouth to speak, but Sarah beat him to the chase. “Wait. Don’t tell me,’ she laughed, rubbing her chin. “You’re the baby daddy, Chris Evans. My roommates fucking obsessed with you.”
“Well, thanks.’ He chuckled awkwardly, placing the flowers down on the counter.
“Want some?” Sarah held her a spoonful of ice cream out in front of Chris’s mouth.
“I’m good.” Chris quickly declined.
“Your loss.” She jumped of the counter. “Y/N, GET OUT HERE—YOUR BABY DADDY IS HERE!” She shouted down the small hallway of your apartment.
Y/n stepped out of the bathroom, here brown eyes glaring at Chris’s blue ones as she emerged from the darkness of the hallway. Although he hadn’t known her long, her eyes always conveyed so much. And right now, they told him to get the hell out of her house. Which was nice by the way.
It was small and cozy, a blend of modern and almost Victorian style furniture with nice hints of pastels and neutrals blending together. A candles wick flickered in the background making the apartments living space smell immaculately . Chris was almost jealous of this place.
“What do you want?” You stuck your nose in the air, slouching back on her sofa.
Chris sighed, grabbing the flowers and walking around to your sofa. He took a seat behind you, placing the flowers on your dark brown coffee table.
“I wanted to say I’m sorry for prying, it wasn’t fair for me to drop those questions on you. Especially without your permission.” He said softly.
“Yeah, apologize as you should.” Sarah leaned over the top of the sofa, staring Chris down. “Digging into our personal shit like you’re Derek Morgan from Criminal Minds. Have several seats, Captain Underpants.” She rolled her eyes.
“Sarah,” you popped your little sisters lip. “Go away.”
Sarah smacked your hand back in retaliation, and you could have sworn you hear Chris stifle out a laugh. You glared at them both.
“Go away.” You growled at her, watching her step into the kitchen. “Further.” You pointed in the direction of her bedroom.
“Sorry.” You rubbed your eyes finally addressing Chris. “What did you want again.” You yawned, snuggling into your heated blanket more.
Chris smiled, looking at your ever growing belly, glowing skin, and messy hair. He liked that you were still intact with the child in you, some of your hair strands being dyed pink. Even with this ordeal and everything you’d been through, you still had an innocence about yourself, and that was more than he could say for others he had met.
“Right.” Chris emerged from the trance you seemed to put him in. “I just wanted to give you these and apologize.” He pointed toward the flowers.
“I hate the smell of flowers.” You blurted. Chris sat dumbfounded, what kind of girl hated the smell of flowers.
“Oh.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine,’ you got up and headed to the kitchen with your flowers in hand. “I guess they’ll make a cute center piece, until they die.” You plucked away at one of the red rose petals.
“Right.” Chris frowned, not sure how to take your response. He was walking on egg shells here.
“I accept your apology, by the way.” You flicked on the kitchen sink, pouring water into a clear purple vase.
“Really?” Chris beamed.
“Yeah,’ you trimmed the ends of the flowers, tossing them in the vase. “I guess you should know about how fucked up your child’s grandfather is, right?” You said. “How he almost killed me and the rest of my family.”
Chris’s heart pained hearing that. The thought that you could have been killed as a young girl, struck him deeply. How could someone who said he loved you do such horrid things.
“I’m really sorry about that, Y/n.” Chris grabbed your shoulder giving it a light squeeze.
“If you’re so sorry.’ Sarah’s head popped around the corner, followed by the rest of her body. “Cook us some dinner, I’m starved.”
You laughed, feeling your own belly rumble. “It’s only fair.” You shrugged.
“And we want pasta.” Sarah demanded.
Chris could tell the two of you were nothing alike. He shook his head, finally giving in to cooking for the two of you. Not that he had any other plans.
“Fine.” He smiled. “But I only know how to make Alfredo.”
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Chris had been cooking for around thirty minutes, and you’d been staring at his back for the better half of it. And boy did he have a great back, but that wasn’t what most of your thoughts were consumed by. It was mostly consumed by the fact that he never rejected you, not even for a split second. You went through a denial phase of the pregnancy, wanting to end it all. But Chris never seemed to want that.
“Chris.” You spoke up.
He turned around looking at you, almost signaling for you to speak.
“Why do you want this baby so bad?” You bite into a banana.
Chris stopped stirring the Alfredo sauce. Putting the wooden spoon you had provided down. “Why do you ask?”
“What, i can’t ask thought provoking questions too?” You walked around the counter, standing directly in front of him now. “Why did you want this.” You pointed at the bump.
Chris shrugged. “I don’t know, I’ve always wanted a family.”
“No, there’s more to that story. Everyone wants a family, a village to come home to.” You explained.
“Well maybe that’s just it.” Chris turned around, throwing a kitchen towel over his shoulder. “Maybe I’m tired of coming home to an empty house, it’s been just me and dodger for the pass five years. Maybe I want more, Y/n.”
You sighed, and there it was. He was lonely. “I get that. Thank you for being honest.” You smiled.
“You’re welcome.” He smiled, turing back to the sauce.
“So you think this baby will be enough for you?” You asked.
“I know it will, and so will you.” He said back.
Your heart fluttered at that sentiment, you think you were staring to love your accidental family just a little bit more each and every day—and that included Chris.
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Chris’s dinner was, interesting, to say the least. It wasn’t bad, but it was stellar either. Not that you were going to tell him that. But Sarah on the other hand. She had a mouth for anyone and anything.
“Did you season this?” She asked with a perplexed face
“Yes? Is it not to your standard, Queen Sarah.” Chris sassed her back.
Sarah scoffed. “Don’t get smart.” She frowned at him.
He put his hands up in defense, wiping the corners of his mouth. “Y/n? Your thoughts?”
You looked up, playing with the noodles. “Um, it’s cute.” You said quietly, hearing Sarah burst into a fit of giggles.
“Cute?” He said, narrowing his blue eyes.
“I mean,’ you stammered over your words. “Never mind, it’s great.” You lied to him, watching his face soften.
“Well, thank you,’ he coughed. “I actually have something to ask you.” He said.
“That’s funny,” Sarah interjected. “I was gonna ask you something to.”
Chris subtly rolled his eyes. “What is, Sarah?”
She smirked. “What’s it like to be famous? And what made you want to honker down and have this baby with my fabulous sister?”
“Being famous isn’t what everyone thinks. It’s not all glitz and glamour, it’s hard work too.”
“I bet.” She took a sip of her drink. “And my sister?” She nudged you.
Chris looked at you and then the baby, a glimmer of something you couldn’t explain was in his eyes. “I just—I don’t know I feel comfortable around your sister, and I’m in a position where I can take care of both of them. Relationship or not, I guess.” He mumbled.
“It’s not conventional,’ you gave his hand a pat. “But it’ll work.” You smiled.
“Aw, how cute!” Sarah said sarcastically. “So you know Sebastian?” She immediately changed the subject.
You giggled, spitting out your ginger ale a bit. “Stop.”
“No, don’t do that!’ Sarah laughed. “You should have seen what she was saying about him.” She told Chris
“You know Sebastian?” Chris grabbed his glass confused.
“No, I don’t. But after I found out who you were I kind of went on a stalking binge with Sarah on the phone, we found Sebastian. And I don’t know, he’s cute.” You smiled, before taking another sip.
alright, Chris didn’t know if he should be jealous. According to everyone he was just your baby daddy. But something about the woman carrying his baby finding his best friend ‘cute’ bothered him, badly.
“Hm, yeah well Sebastian’s a sweetheart.” He grumbled, rolling his eyes.
“Maybe he can be your next celebrity baby daddy, Y/n.” Now it was Chris’s turn to spit of his drink.
“Sorry.” Chris said as everyone’s eyes were on him, he wiped himself off with a napkin avoiding the girls eyes.
“You good bro?” Sarah asked, ripping off another piece of paper towel and passing it to him.
“Yeah.’ He coughed once more. “I’m fine.”
“But y/n,’ Chris carried on. “I was thinking we should plan for a baby shower.”
“Oh,’ y/n gasped.
“I mean if that okay with you?” He added.
“Yeah, it’s great. It’s just, I don’t have much family to bring. It’ll just be Sarah and Vada.” You told him.
“That’s ok.’ He smiled. “My family has been dying to you meet you.”
“Okay.“ you nodded.
“Good. When should we start planning?” Chris asked, pulling out his calendar.
“Are you opening your calendar?” Sarah laughed.
“Sarah, stop he’s busy. And next week should be fine, Chris.”
“Hopefully not too busy for the baby.” She grumbled underneath her breath, Chris hears her and glares.
“Never too busy.” He replied with a different look for both girls. “Next week is perfect Y/n.”
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A smut request where short sized! Reader is freelance illustrator and she is married to Chris Evans. one day in the kitchen, she is cooking up, wearing an apron. Chris finds it sexy! Size, kitchen, slap on the butt, spitting, fingering
Tried making this quick cuz I never saw this request 😭😭😭😭🙏🏼I’m sorry, this has made my decision final I’m never writing smut again (hj)
(Also I don’t do spitting😦)
Chris Evans X F!Reader (smut)
You were in the kitchen making penne allá vodka, you were in your apron adding parmesan to the pan, Chris walked into the kitchen seeing only your back, he loved the way the jeans you had on made your body looked, you always looked like an absolute goddess to him.
He came up behind you, grabbing your hips giving you a light kiss on the neck, you turned your head and gave him a chaste kiss in the lips, returning your attention to the pan, he let go of you walking over to the fridge and grabbing a cold water bottle, he passed by you again giving you a smack on the ass.
“Chris!” You said, he smiled at you chuckling, “Y/n!” He said, you turned back to the stove lowering the element, he walked back behind you mumbling things into the crook of your neck, “Chris what do you want?” You asked him “your attention” he replied, his hand making their way up to your breasts, your breath hitched, “Chris I’m cooking” you sighed.
The next thing you knew you were seeing stars as you were bent over the kitchen counter, Chris’s cock deep inside of you as he played with you clit with his fingers. “Come on sweetheart let it all out” he whispered to you, his voice sounded so kind and sincere, while he was pounding in and out of your cunt.
His fingers continued to play with you clit, you were on the verge of you climax again, tears left you eyes, his free hand landed on your ass, traveling up to your neck, you were so small compared to the 6’0 man, both you two found it amazing that you could fit his whole cock in you.
As you came he slowed his pace down, moving your hair behind your ear as whispered to you, “how about we just skip dinner? How does that sound sweetheart?” He chuckled as you nodded as response.
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Sorry it’s short 😶
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The hottest day part 2
Chris Evans x reader
Not my picture nor gif! Credits to the makers!!
Part 1
Summary: After The hottest day of summer turned into an even hotter experience, Chris came knocking on your door, unable to sleep.
Warnings: Just pure filth, Possessive Chris, bit of humiliation, rough sex, dumbification, mocking, pet names (princess, pretty girl, baby girl, sweetheart etc,) Daddy kink, Dom/Sub dynamic, fingering, eating you out, blowjob, deepthroat, face sitting, anal fingering, spanking, crying from pain and pleasure, slight bullying but in a loving way? Dark Chris sometimes, overstimulation, begging, forced orgasm, overpowering, creampie, breeding kink, mention of anxiety, mention of panic and panic attack, chocking, very rough sex
Words: 3,8K
A/N pfff I hope ya'll are ready for this one cause....🥵💦 p.s. don't forget to reblog💗🍒
The hottest day of summer part 2
When you got home you quickly took a shower and said goodnight to Chris. You didn’t know how to behave right now towards Chris. Was this just a one thing or did he really like you? Questions filled your head. You put some shorts on and a top before crawling into bed. You knew you had to have some distraction so you picked up a book and laid on your side over the covers with the fan on. You were reading but not taking in any of the words that were written on the page. You got pulled out of your thoughts by a couple of soft knocks on your door…
“Come in.” you told Chris, knowing it was him. He opened the door and looked a little uncomfortable. You saw that he was only wearing boxers, showing his abs and tattoos and you felt the pressure already build up between your legs. “Can I ehh maybe sleep in here tonight? It’s torturously warm in that room.” He asked you with a slight chuckle. You nodded with a soft smile. “Yeah of course.” You told him and he smiled politely at you. You felt a pit in your stomach but this time not the right one. Ever since what happened in the water, things turned a little bit uncomfortable, giving you a bunch of anxiety. He crawled in next to you, also on the top of the covers.
“Can’t sleep either?” he asked you, making you shake your head with a soft smile. “No not really.” You told him, hinting at your book. Your back was towards Chris as you looked over your shoulder. Chris laid on his back with his hand behind his head and the other on his stomach, looking at the ceiling. There was a silence and tension but not from awkwardness, no it turned sexual once again. You cleared your throat and tried to focus on your book, trying to get comfortable on your side but your ass accidentally rubbed against him. You wanted to apologize but decided not to, hoping that he might take the hint.
You felt him shift on the bed towards you. He placed a string of hair behind your ear and scooped just slightly towards you and you tried to act like you were still reading but you were hyper focused on the actions of Chris, awaiting for more but apparently he was waiting for you to take the next step so you scooped back towards him. You were in a spooning position and you couldn’t help to grind your ass slightly against his crotch but acted like you didn’t notice at all. You felt his mouth attaching itself to your sensitive place in your neck, making you slightly whimper.
Chris didn’t say anything except putting his hand on your waist. His fingers softly, teasingly rubbing circles underneath your top. Your pussy was already soaking wet and pulsating as the pressure was building up. His hand slightly going underneath your shirt and you felt his warm big hand on your breast while he played with your nipple and you couldn’t help whimper a bit.
You felt Chris pulling your body closer to his chest and you could feel his rock hard cock against your ass. “I told you that you drive me crazy didn’t I princess?” he whispered darkly in your ear, sending shivers down your spine while the goosebumps. You whimpered and tried to reach for his cock but he took your hand and put it away. “Not yet, be a good girl and wait.” He growled and you felt yourself grow wetter by the second. He placed soft kisses on your bare shoulder and his hand went from your breast, over your stomach and towards your dripping pussy. The heat between your legs almost became unbearable.
“Chris please…” you mewl. You felt a sharp sting on your but followed by the sound. “Try again. You’ve been such a good girl so far. Don’t ruin it now princess.” He whispered and softly bit your earlobe, making you shiver and moan. “Please daddy.” You begged and you could feel him smile while he peppered your shoulder with kisses and found the good spot in your neck.
His hand went down to your dripping pussy slowly and you wiggled your ass against his crotch, earning another spanking. “What. Did. I. Just. Tell. You? Now be a good girl and wait. I know you can do that baby girl.” He told you the first part stern and the last part softly and you felt yourself grow dumber and mushier by the minute, turning into complete submission. You moaned softly “You can do whatever you want daddy.” You told him, wanting to be close and please him.
He hummed in your ear “Will you now?” You whimpered in response. “Tell me what you want me to do then.” He told you, his hand slowly wrapping around your neck, giving it a little squeeze. “Please touch me daddy.” You whimpered and you felt him give you feathery kisses on your shoulder, his hand slowly going down into your panties.
His fingers went over your slit, already feeling how wet you are. “Oh baby… is this all for daddy?” he asked you, almost mockingly but yet lovingly. It felt weird but at the same time it was the most amazing feeling ever. “Maybe daddy should have a taste… would you like that pretty princess?” he asked you and all you could do is nod. “Yes please daddy.” He smirked and turned you onto your back, softly kissing your lips, after your neck, licked your stomach as he went down with a smirk.
He pulled your panties off and took a long lick over your slit, making your legs shake from anticipation. “You taste so good princess.” He told you and felt his tongue entering you. Your hands gripped the covers tightly, digging your nails in them and with your other hand you went through Chris’s fluffy hair.
He moaned while licking your clit in circles. His eyes staring you down darkly, giving goosebumps over your entire body and you hated that it gave you away this fast. His finger slowly went over your slit before entering your body, making you gasp with the pleasurable feeling he was giving you and started pumping his finger into you before adding another one. “You just keep getting wetter and wetter for me baby. Can’t wait to put my dick into you and fill you up.”
You shivered at his sentence, making him grin. “Oh you like that don’t you?” he mocked you and even though you didn’t want to give in, you had no option and nodded slightly embarrassed while biting your lip.
You felt yourself growing close but it felt ten times better than any of your toys you had laying around. You whimpered and mewled, trying to get away from him as the feeling grew too strong. You didn’t want to get away from him but you just couldn’t stop squirming around. “Stay. Put.” He warmed you and held you down completely, overpowering you and making sure you couldn’t move. “You better tell me when you’re gonna cum sweetheart otherwise I won’t let you cum anymore.” He told you, giving you a smack on your thigh as you cried out.
“I’m gonna cum daddy, can I cum?” you tried to wiggle around but he held you tighter and dug his tongue even deeper into your pussy. “Yes cum baby. You’re such a good girl, asking for permission.” He teased you, still mockingly and got back to work but saw you still holding back a little. “Let go for me baby. Let go, it’s okay.” He told you lovingly this time and pressed his hand down on your abdomen and you couldn’t hold it anymore.
Chris kept licking your and pumping his fingers merciless into you as you cried out. Tears streaming over your cheeks from the utter amount of pleasure washing over you. “Look at you. So gorgeous. My dumb little baby.” he mocked you while you moaned loudly.
He stopped and hang above you, grabbing your face between his palm, squeezing your cheeks together as you looked at him in shock. “What do you say princess? Have you lost your manners?” your eyes big, looking back at his dark eyes and tried to shake your head. His face came closer. “Than what do you say?” you tried to swallow from fear yet excitement “Thank you daddy.” He smiled darkly at you, sending even more shivers down your spine. “Good girl. Now sit on daddy’s face.” he commented so casual while you looked surprised as he laid down on his back.
He looked at you with his eyebrow raised. “I don’t have all night sweetheart.” His voice darker than the night. You quickly tried to get on your knees but they were extremely shaky. Chris helped you and even though you were hesitant, he pulled you down on his face and the moment his tongue connected to your pussy, it felt like all the strength you had, left your body. He held you slightly up as his tongue entered you violently and his thumb rubbing circles on your clit.
“Daddy…… I can’t” you told him between gasp. “You’re gonna cum again? This soon?” you laughed at you and you felt slightly humiliated. He smacked you ass hard, making you whimper loudly and tears slipped from your eyes from the stinging sensation. “Aww poor baby…. does daddy make you cry?” he slightly mocked “Answer me!” your legs started to shake around him as he held you up. You quickly nodded. “Can I please cum? Please daddy. You make me feel so good.” At this point you just accepted everything that came your way. “You can pretty baby.” he told you and you let go of the feeling you were holding back. Chris grinned through your orgasm at you and placed you on his chest, away from his face and letting you collapse on his chest, limbs shaking while he held your face between his palms and made eye contact with you as you came undone.
When you finally got out of your orgasm, you let your head rest on his shoulder and Chris held you tightly in a hug. “you okay baby?” he asked you lovingly and normally, really wanting to know if you were in fact okay. You nodded “Yeah. I am.” You told him slightly out of breath. He cupped your cheeks again and kissed you passionately. You felt his tongue dominating yours and you subconsciously rubbed your pussy on his chest, your ass grinding against the tent in his boxers.
His hand gripped your ass and gave it a good squeeze. You slid down a little and got off of him and freed his rock hard cock. Now you could actually see how big he really was and looked a little shocked. Chris smirked a little. “Are you going to do something about it or do I have to?” he mocked you as you made eye contact with you. You took his cock softly in your hand and licked your lips before licking the tip. Chris threw his head in the pillow, letting out a loud moan. You licked his shaft before trying to take him all the way in. “Ah you’re so pretty with my cock in your mouth baby.” he praised you. “trying to take everything in for daddy.” You hummed a little and the vibrations made Chris moan loudly and just by the sounds he made you felt yourself dripping.
His hand found the back of your head and put pressure on your head and pushed you down even more, making you gag around his cock. “Go up baby. I want to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours” You hang a little above him as he pushed his hips up and fucked your mouth violently while tears started to form in your eyes. You kept gagging but tried to take him all in.
“Come here baby. You did a good job. Climb on daddy’s cock now. I need to feel you princess.” He told you, his thumbs wiping away your tears. You did as he asked while he helped you climb up. You took his cock in your hand and guided him towards your slit which was literally dripping wet by now. Your cum dripping on his dick when you put the tip in. You both moaned in unison while Chris let his head fall in the pillow and his fingers digging into your flesh. “Oh baby you feel so good already.” He moaned out.
You slowly lowered yourself on his cock and once he was fully inside of you, you both needed a minute to get adjusted, moaning out. You slowly started to move and moaned loudly along side Chris. “You feel so good inside me daddy.” You cried out while Chris moaned. He had a face of a pure angel right now while moans escaped his throat. He pulled you down so he could kiss you.
He put his arms around you and pushed his hips up, hitting the deepest part of your pussy in a steady rough rhythm. Your face was hidden in his neck while he gasped in your ear, biting your earlobe before violently attacking your neck again, marking his territory.
He carefully placed you off of him and onto your back. He held your legs up and let them rest against his shoulders before he started pounding roughly into you. “There you go baby girl. I’m never letting go of this pussy. You feel so good around me. You’re all mine now.” His thumb found your clit and started drawing circles again, making you gasp and moan out loud. The feeling started to rise in your under belly again but it felt different from the first two times.
Chris could feel you squeeze your walls around him again while the wet sound of your dripping pussy became louder. “Yes princess, that’s it. Let go. Let go for daddy.” He encouraged you. “You’re such a good girl for daddy. Even a better girl if you cum right now.” he praised you while the pounding got even harder and that was when you couldn’t hold back and started to squirt all over Chris, loudly moaning and panting while he kept pounding you out through your orgasm.
“That’s a good girl. Look at the mess you made on daddy’s cock princess.” He chuckled while you looked at his cock that was covered in your cum, glistening in the light. Chris got out of you, making you whimper at the loss. “On all fours, right now sweetheart.” You got on all fours but apparently not quickly enough, earning another slap from Chris, making you gasp and whimper loud. He held your butt cheeks and entered your pussy again and started pounding even harder, making you cry from pleasure and pain.
He slapped your ass again. “Baby, you’re so perfect.” He told you. His chest was against your back when the pounding suddenly stopped. “Take my fingers in your mouth dirty girl.” You whimpered and took his fingers in, sucking on them. “Good girl” he growled into your ear before taking his fingers back and got into his original spot. “Let’s see how tight that ass of yours is.” He told you and put his finger into your ass while speeding up the pounding.
You cried, whimpered and moaned out. “Oh baby you’re so tight. Next time daddy’s going to stretch you out with my big cock.” He told you while pumping his finger into your ass while keeping the rhythm. “Let’s see if you’re really a good girl and can take two fingers.” He told you teasingly before torturously slow adding another finger in. You cried out. “Are you going to take it and be a good girl or not?” he asked you stern. “Yes daddy, I’m a good girl.” You told him crying. “Then show it and fuck my fingers and cock.” he growled out. You hid your face in the pillow while the tears streamed down your cheeks. You pushed your ass back onto his cock and fingers, fucking him. Chris smiled “Good girl. I think you’d earn a orgasm. What do you think baby girl?” he asked you, making you nod.
“Does my dick feel so good that you’re unable to talk pretty girl?” he mocked you “yes daddy” you tried to speak up but it was soft and shaky. “Make yourself cum on my cock and fingers.” He told you and you pushed your ass back on a higher speed, making Chris smile, knowing you liked the pace. His other hand got onto your clit and you came in no time, squeezing his fingers and cock. You both moaned loudly as you messed up the bed. “That’s my good girl.” He told you.
He placed his arms underneath you and got you up with your back against his chest, his cock still buried deep inside of you. He placed the two fingers in your mouth. “Like them up baby.” he ordered and you did as he told. He held your arms behind your back and got the other out of your mouth and around your throat, squeezing slightly before pounding into you again without a warning, making you scream. “That’s it baby. Let them know how good daddy fucks you.” His hand squeezed a little more around your throat and before you knew it, you felt another orgasm coming. “Daddy I need to cum again.” You whispered out because of the hand on your throat. “Again baby? You can’t stop coming can you?” You shook your head.
“Go, come for daddy pretty girl.” You came very hard and without a warning Chris let go off you in your orgasm, making you fall flat on the bed and he started roughly pounding into you. The pleasure became almost unbearably and you tried to wiggle away but Chris pushed and held you to the mattress. “Where’d you wanna go? I’m not done with you yet.” His voice dark again. His hands pushed you deeper into the mattress on your lower back while he merciless pounded into you. You lost all your strength in your body as you laid there flat.
Chris got out of your again. “Turn on your back baby.” you rolled on your back and he entered you again. Chris made eye contact and softly wiped away the tears as he had a loving look in his eyes. Different than any other moment. Really caring this time. He slowly started moving again in missionary position. His movement became more rapid as he started to bottom you out completely. His hand found your throat and he squeezed it slightly again, placing kisses on the corner of your mouth.
“I’m not going to last any longer princess.” He warned you. “Cum in me daddy. I want to feel you fill me up. Please daddy, I need it.” his eyes became loving and caring again as he removed his hand and went softly over your forehead and hair. “Yeah you want daddy’s cum?” you nodded quickly. You placed your hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down so you could kiss him. It was a loving passionate kiss. “Please daddy. Please cum in me.” you begged him and he started to gasp and moan when you felt something warm shoot inside of you.
Both of your body’s sweaty as you panted out. Chris laid on your chest, trying to catch his breath. He looked at you and worry glazed over his eyes. “Are you okay baby? Was I too rough?” he asked you while cupping your cheek. You saw the anxiety and worry swirling in his eyes. “No, I liked it very much actually.” Chris let out a breath that he was subconsciously holding. He placed his lips on yours in a soft loving kiss.
He let his head rest on your chest again and you went with your hand through his soft, sweaty hair whilst getting deep in your thoughts again. You’d like the feeling of his soft hair going through your fingers, the way he held you right now, the way he made you cared for, loved for, acknowledging your needs, you liked him, a lot actually. So much that anxiety filled your body with just the thought you had to let him go sometime.
“Are you really okay?” Chris softly asked you, looking up. You snapped out of your thoughts while you kept going with your hand through his hair. “No….” You saw instant panic in his eyes while he held himself a little up. You spoke further so he wouldn’t have a full blown panic attack that crossed over his features. “The reason I couldn’t sleep wasn’t that it was too hot… I was too much in my head. I really like you Chris. More than actually just be a fling. The thought of that already hurts too much. I want you, all of you. I’m madly in love with you.”
Chris smiled with a small chuckle from relief. “Sweetheart…. I thought that I had hurt you. But I actually couldn’t sleep either because of the same reason. I didn’t came here because it was cooler. I just couldn’t bare the idea of not being with you. I wanted to be here, I needed to be here. I really like you too Y/N. Let’s try to work this out, I want to try this with you, with us.” He told you and you couldn’t be more relieved and excited at the same time.
You kissed him deeply and needily. You wanted him close and to never let go. Chris mirrored your action, feeling the same. He got out of the kiss and placed a soft simple kiss on your forehead before resting his forehead against yours while you both giggled and chuckled. “Let’s get a shower and clean this up after and go to sleep together.” He proposed and you nodded with a smile.
Chris got out of you, making you whimper slightly from the overstimulation. Chris immediately looked up at you. “I’m sorry baby.” He helped you get up and underneath the shower, he showed his very caring side. Softly washing your hair, holding you while he went with his hand over your hair, head kisses and soft touches.
When you got out of the shower he made you sit down and wait. There was no way he would let you refresh the bed so he did it and helped you in when he was done. He held you the entire night, even if it was just a hand on your stomach or whatever, there needed to be physical touches. But before that he cuddled with you, making sure that you were really okay because he knew he was rough, it even shocked him a little but he blamed it on the weather and well, what you did to him. But he would never really hurt you. He made sure to stay awake until you fell asleep in his arms, safe and sound
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Can I Count on Your Love? ~ Chris Evans
Pairings: Chris Evans x F!Reader
Summary: Its been a year since the events of "Can I Count on Your Vote?" and you and Chris have some adult fun. But others decide its time for you two to end and one photo could destroy you both...
Word Count: 6.8k
Song: Adore You by Harry Styles
Warnings: Smut! Angst! Language, jealous, Chris in political mode, P in V, committed relationship, oral (M and F receiving), car sex,
A/N: Happy Valentine's Day everyone. This is a follow up to my other one shot which you can find here.
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Politics is a cat and mouse game. You are either chasing someone to bring them down or you are on the chopping block.
Being the youngest senator made you the easy target, someone that the old guard hated for changing the status quo.
Chris loved how ambitious, tenacious, strong, driven, and beautiful you were. You would both lay for hours in bed, talking about how you both would change the world. Chris had no aspirations to be in office, but you had the ultimate goal in mind: being the first female president. Germany had done it, Great Britain has female prime ministers, so why couldn’t we do it here?
It was especially significant as the press and other political analysts were predicting that you could be the one to pull it off. The ASP chat helped launch your first bill about student debt in Congress, gaining the following of many around the country. It was touted as the first major move toward a potential historical presidential run. Chris said that ASP was doing even better because it was now being legitimized by everyone as a great source of verified information. That was his goal, to have a clean source of information for his fellow citizens.
Speaking of Chris, it's been about a year since you had decided to make it official. Well as official as it could be seen, it was still a secret to most of the world. After the ASP Chat on tuition went viral, a lot of speculation was made on whether the two of you were together due to the intense chemistry seen in the interview. But your teams made sure you were never photographed together; rendezvous were made on the low. Mostly it was you and Chris or your families hanging inside the gates of Chris’s house or your heavily secured apartment in either California or DC. It was tough but you both made it work.
Gearing up for the next session of Congress, you were reviewing your schedule with Steve, your assistant, when your receptionist, Ava, came in with a huge bouquet of roses. There were at least three dozen in different shades of red, white and pink. You smiled, knowing it was probably from Chris. Ava sits them down in the corner of your desk. “There’s a note, ma’am.”
You plucked the little card with a smile as your team waited patiently.
I know your secret.
And a photo floated out of the envelope.
Your smile froze and slowly morphed into fear. “Steve, I need the head of my security detail. Now. Ava, I need Chris and Megan as well.” They scurried from the room as you stared at the little card. You tried to swallow, get your breathing to calm as you noticed you were beginning to hyperventilate. The room began to tunnel as you tried to think of how anyone would know. As the phone began to ring, the room wobbled slightly. You could hear Ava say it was Chris, who was in town for ASP. You picked it up. “Chris?”
“Hey Baby.” When all he heard was a sob, he began to panic. “Baby? YN? YN! Answer me.”
“They saw us,” you whispered.
And the room went black.
A month prior…
“Chris, stop!” You squealed as Chris’s hand drifted higher and higher up the skirt of your dress. You had managed to have a private dinner at little Greek diner in Boston and Chris was driving you back to his house. Well, he was driving and coping a feel up your dress. He was horny, seeing you in his favorite little black dress and heels. He loved that you didn’t wear a lot of makeup either, just that gorgeous red lip that set off your exquisite eyes. Eyes that he saw the first time on stage in the California sun.
“Baby, you can’t wear this dress and not expect me to keep my hands to myself,” Chris said as you batted his hands away.
“You can wait until we get home and then I can let you know what’s underneath this dress,” you said with bite to your lower lip.
Chris groaned as his cock twitched. “Fuck me, sweetheart. I don’t think I can make it.” He saw a darken alley and pulled over.
“What do you think you are doing?” You looked around to see it was so dark you couldn’t see the trees or the road once Chris shut off the lights. Even your security team wasn’t in sight.
“I need to feel you, beautiful. I need to be inside you and I can't wait.” He leaned over and kissed you hard, taking your breath away, distracting you from the fact he took off your seatbelt. His hands, his large, gorgeous hands grip your waist and lower to your ass, lifting you and sliding you onto his lap. You gasp as you feel how hard he is underneath you. He groans at how hot you feel over his erection. “Jesus, baby.”
“Chris,” you moan as he begins to assault your neck, the brush of his beard rubbing your delicate skin just the right way.
Chris raised his hands all the way up your skirt, his nimble fingers on his right finding your heat while his left continued upwards to your breast. He dipped his hand inside your panties to find you hot and wet for him. “Oh honey, all for me,” as he swirled your leaking juices around your lips, just brushing your clit and making you jolt.
“All for you, my love,” you groan as he speeds up his motions, now tweaking your breast, hardening the nub as you begin to grind in his lap.
“Fuck sweetheart, I need to have you,” he whispers in your ear. He pulls his hand from your heat, listening to you whimper from the loss of his fingers. He quickly undoes his belt and his fly as you continue fondling your own breast. He pulls down his jeans and boxers enough to release his long thick cock and pump a few times before he moves your now soaked panties aside and thrust up into your pussy.
“Chris!” The stretch was incredible, the pleasure and pain mixing in a way that you had never felt before. The primal way Chris just rutted up into you was so different but oh so good. He took a hold of your hips to guide you up and down his shaft hard.
“Just like that baby, ride me hard. Let me fuck you senseless,” he growled. It was rough, it was fast. It was everything. The ribbons of pleasure started to ripple in your belly as your core began to grip his cock every time you moved. He sat up a little bit more, changing the angle and he was there. Hitting that spot inside that always made you see stars.
“Baby, I can’t...”
“Let go Senator,” he whispered in your ear. “Let me feel you. Soak me, love.” He thrusted up hard as he pulled you down.
“Chris!” You scream as you blacked out from the immense pleasure. Your head tilted back as Chris pressed his face into your chest as he chased his own end. He could barely move with how tight you had gotten with your own orgasm, and it was enough for him to swear loudly as he came inside you.
It took a minute to come down, Chris kissing your shoulder, neck, forehead until he felt your body start to relax. “Are you ok?”
She smiled but flinched when he moved slightly. “I’m ok. That was intense.”
Chris frowned, worry overcoming. “Did you not like...”
“I loved it, Chris. I like it rough and dirty sometimes. Don’t worry baby. I’m ok.” You kissed his forehead to smooth out the worry lines on his face. “Right now, I’m trying to figure out how to get back in my seat without making more of a mess.” You could feel the wetness that is getting ready to seep out.
That got Chris to chuckle. “Don’t worry baby. Once we get home, the gates close and no one is the wiser.” He kissed you softly this time. “I love you.”
“I love you.”
You got back into your seat as Harry Styles's Adore You started to play as Chris started the car. He took your hand and held it as he drove. He hummed along until he turned to you and sang...
Oh, honey (ah)
I'd walk through fire for you
Just let me adore you
Present...
“Sweetheart? YN? Can you hear me?”
It was the sweetest voice you knew. The voice of the man you loved. It was the only soothing thing your senses could understand. The rest was painful. Your head was pounding, your body ached, the blood pounding in your ears. After a moment, the soothing voice was now followed but gentle touches in your hair. Finally, your throat felt like it would accept air and allow you to speak. Your eyes fluttered and a groan escaped your mouth.
“Baby? Are you with us?”
The light was harsh in the room. Your office. Was your office always so bright? It took a couple of blinks of your eyes before you could focus and see Ava, Steve, Robert (your head of security) and Chris, who held your head in his lap. “Hi?”
“Hi. How are you feeling?”
“Sore, a little confused. What happened?”
He breathed a sigh of relief. “You fainted while on the phone with me.” He helped you sit up as Ava passed a glass of water. “Baby, what happened?”
You looked at the arrangement of roses and began to cry. “Someone sent me those with a note and a photo.” Robert went to the desk and saw everything on the floor. His eyes widened as he looked back at you.
“Miss YLN, I don’t...”
“How did they get that Robert? You told me we weren’t being followed. We weren’t even seen.”
Chris frowned. “Can I see that?” Robert handed the note and photo over. Chris saw and sucked in his breath. It was clearly a photo of you and him in the car from that night. You were still in Chris’s lap as Chris held you by your neck, kissing you. “Holy fuck.”
“What are we going to do Chris?”
“I don’t know.” He ran a hand through his hair. He pulled out his phone and messaged Megan about an emergency meeting. “We are going to meet at your house with Robert, Megan and your chief of staff and we are going to figure this out.”
You nod, because it’s the sensible thing to do. But your heart felt fear, your head was on the metaphorical chopping block.
Later that night, both of your teams gathered in your dining room.
Megan looked at the picture and sighed. “Can one of you explain what happened?”
Chris cleared his throat and explained the dinner and pulling over and just having a moment of unadulterated love between himself and you. “We thought we were alone. I mean, I didn’t even see her security team. It was just one moment.”
Rachel, your chief of staff, was taking notes and scoffed. “Yeah, well, that one moment has the potential of going viral.
“Can you even tell it's us?” Chris asked.
Robert looked at the photo. “It’s a blurry photo. It has deniability to it unless the photographer has cooperating evidence of who is in the car. I’m going to sit down with the security team from that night and find out what happened.”
“And I think that we shouldn’t do anything unless there is an obvious threat,” Rachel said. I mean right now it’s someone saying they know but it doesn’t mean it’s someone from the other side. I say we wait it out. Jumping to action may be worse at this point.”
“I agree.” Megan looked at the photo. “Reaction would be bringing a spotlight to you two when it's not needed.”
You didn’t realize you were trembling until Chris took your hand and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. “Baby, what do you think?” When you didn’t answer, Chris placed his hand on your cheek to get you to focus on him. “YN, sweetheart, it's gonna be ok. Do you think this is a good plan?” You looked into the ocean blues that comforted you so many times before. They looked resolute in the decision, and you trusted that. You nodded but still a single tear slipped. “Honey, what is it?”
“I’m scared,” you whispered.
Chris’s heart dropped. He didn’t want his girl to be scared, not his brave warrior girl. He sucked in a breath to steady himself before he said, “Don’t be. I’ll be right by your side. Don’t you worry.” He kissed your forehead before he kissed your lips and kept his forehead against yours, your breaths mixing together as you both tried to keep calm.
A few weeks later, everything seemed to be back to normal. There were no more flowers, no other notes. You and Chris talked every day, just as before. You were on the phone with the governor of California when Rachel ran into the office. Flustered would have been the nice word to use. She looked like she had been tossed by a tornado. “Sorry governor, I have to be on the floor in a few minutes. Send my office the proposal and I’ll see what I can do to get this to the committee. I think you're right; we need to beef up the national parks act, and it should start with Yosemite.
“Thank you, Senator. We’ll see you for the Lunar New Year celebrations?”
“Wouldn’t miss it. Have a great day!” You hung up and looked at Rachel. “What’s going on?”
“I’m so sorry Senator, it broke.” She handed over her tablet
“What broke?” You took the tablet and focused on the screen. And there it was, in full color was the photo. With an amazing headline:
DOES THE RISING STAR FRESHMEN SENATOR HAVE A SIDE JOB IN BOSTON? – IS THE HOT SHOT SENATOR FROM CALIFORNIA TRADING FAVORS FOR DONATIONS?
You blanched as you scroll through the article. It was still speculation that it was you but that it was clear from the photo that someone was caught in a compromising position inside of a car. The news site was still looking for more information, but an anonymous source implicated the Senator from California as the woman in the photo.
You could hear the office phones ringing as the screen blurred in your eyes. You read the article title over and over, wishing it would change to anything else, anyone else. Rachel could see you were starting to lose it as she was on the phone with someone.
“I've got to get out of here,” you whispered. It was like your body was now on automatic pilot. You stood up, grabbed your coat and bag and headed out the door. Your security team was trying to stop you, but you made it out the front door of your office to a barrage of flashes. The press was already all over the scandal, shouting questions and taking pictures of what would be a rather stunned face. Security from your office and the Capitol police surrounded you to allow you to walk to your waiting SUV. Rachel had been right behind you, shouting no comment as you walked trance-like. Robert had the door open for you and Rachel before climbing in the front and your usual driver, Edward, took off.
“Senator? Senator, look at me.” You turned your face slowly towards her. “I am going to get you through this. I’m trying to reach Chris or Megan to find out if it leaked from their camp.”
All you could do was nod. Four years of campaigning and working with other bi-partisan members was going down the drain as your phone kept pinging with more and more news outlets reporting the story. It was the ultimate nightmare.
The only solace was the security at your home. Gate controlled, security had called the police to make sure the road was cleared, and cameras were everywhere. But it provided very little comfort. All you wanted was Chris, but he was on set at the moment. Rachel was pacing, calling who she could to pull the story as you sat on your couch, leg bouncing, checking your phone every five minutes. After two hours, a call came to Rachel.
“Yeah. Hi Stacy... Yes, we saw it... No, we haven’t... What do you mean?... That's not what he promised her... What does Megan... oh... well what is she... ok... I’ll tell her. Thanks.” Rachel hung up and sat down next to you. “YNN, that was Stacy, Megan’s assistant at her firm. Umm, she stated that Megan and she talked to Chris, and they aren’t going to be making a statement. Since no one knew you two were in a relationship, there was no need to drag Chris into it.”
“What?” You breathed. “He... he promised to stand by me.”
“I know sweetie but that’s what they have decided.”
Your head spun. You wouldn’t believe that Chris would do this. He didn’t even have the guts to tell you himself. You picked up your phone and sent him a message.
YN: We just spoke to your management firm and know about your decision. I thought we loved each other but I guess I was mistaken. Don’t worry I won’t drag you into this. Goodbye Chris.
You went through your contacts and blocked his number. You did the same on your socials and put your phone down. “Rachel, what is the statement we want to put out?” You put on your game face. Your heartache and tears could come later.
The next day, Rachel called a press conference in front of your office. You chose to be yourself in a sharp black suit with a pink blouse and black heels. It was your confident outfit, and you would need every ounce of it to make the statement you needed to make. The makeup artist touched up your face and then it was time.
“Good morning, let me first address the photo. Yes, I did engage in some intimate acts with someone in a vehicle. To protect their privacy, I will not be naming my partner ever. Second, my security team is launching an investigation into the photo as we know it was not a member of the press who invaded my private moment.” You took a breath, “I should have had better judgement in where I had my intimate relations at and used better judgement overall. The blame for this is on me alone. If my constituents are upset by my actions, I sincerely apologize. I have strived to be an example to everyone and in this case, I wish I wasn’t. The man I was with is no longer in my life and I would like to extend my apologies to him for this transgression. I will be meeting with the chair of the Senate ethics committee for all punishments and/or reprimands that I have earned. Thank you.
You walked away from the media circus and back to the seclusion of your office. As you sat, Rachel came to give you a hug. Now you can mourn. And you did just that.
Chris’s POV
The person you are trying to reach is not accepting calls at this time.
Chris looked at his phone, heartbroken. You had blocked him. Chris watched the press conference playback with mixed emotions. He was so proud of you for standing up and accepting responsibility, but he should have been by your side making his own statement. He looked at the last message he received and called Megan. “What the hell, Megan! Why are we not standing next to her?”
“Chris you are filming, and I hadn’t even had a chance to talk to you before her team advised us that she was going to make a statement.”
“Who did they talk to?”
Megan waited for a beat. “Stacy. Look Chris...”
“Megan, I want her fired. I told you she had been inappropriate with me multiple times and now this. She wanted YN to break up with me because she thought I would go out with her. I am in love with YN, and she just fucked that up!”
“I know Chris, I’m sorry. I’ll fix it.”
“How? She blocked me, she’s angry. She...” he took a breath because his body was vibrating with pain, “she took that bullet for me all alone. Her entire career... she did that for me.”
“Chris, we will fix it okay? Let me handle Stacy.”
“I want to be there Megan. I want to see her face when I say that I am in love with YN. I need YN back, Megan.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I’ll make the arrangements.”
Chris hung up and looked though the pictures on his phone. His perfect girl. Fuck, he was the one who pulled over, but she was the one taking the hit. As he slid through the pictures, one floated by. Her calendar. He sat up straighter and a plan came to his head.
A couple of days later, Chris was back in Boston and sitting in Megan’s conference room. Megan was sitting next to him, both in silence as they waited for the last member of their meeting to arrive. Stacy walked in confidently, a sway in her hips as if she knew Chris would be there and finally ready to declare that he too was also “in feelings” with her. After all, they had softly flirted when he was in the office. They had coffee together. He liked her and this was her moment. She flicked her hair back as she sat across from them. “You wanted to speak to me.”
“Yeah, we had a question. Who gave you the photo of YN in the car?” Megan asked.
Stacy’s smile faltered slightly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Did you know that all of your emails from your work computer are monitored? Since that last hack, I had IT put in the monitoring service.”
At that Stacy’s smile fell. “What?”
“So, before we send this information to DCPD and congressional security, who gave you the photo?”
Stacy blanched as she looked from Megan to Chris. “Mike, one of the senator’s security guards gave it to me.”
“Interesting. And why did you give it to gossip mags?”
“To break YN and Chris up. She took what I wanted.” Chris scoffed as he stood up and walked to the door. “Chris please! I’m sorry but I thought we had something!”
“When? During the scheduled meetings or when you were helping Megan on the red carpet. I am in love with YN. I hope she presses charges for the invasion of privacy. Megan?”
“Oh, right. You’re fired, for cause. You signed a non-disclosure agreement for our clients and their families which you violated the minute you sent the photo to the magazine. Security is outside to escort you out. Your personal belongings will be searched before they are mailed out to you.”
“No, please...”
“Have a good day Stacy,” as security walked in, and Chris and Megan walked out and headed to her office. “I don’t know about you, but I need a drink.” She headed to her sideboard and poured two glasses of whiskey, handing one to Chris. “Have you been able to get a hold of YN?”
Chris shook his head. “No, she’s blocked me from everything. I got in touch with Rachel, but she said that YN has a ‘no calls allowed’ for me with her team.” Chris took a swallow. “Said YN has been crying a lot in her office.”
“Oh Chris,” Megan frowned.
“This is all my fault Megan. I pulled over and I convinced her.”
“Chris, this wasn’t your fault. You are still human. You are still allowed to have fun. You both weren’t expecting someone you both trusted to violate your privacy. You have every right to be angry. You have every right to be sad that your relationship was broken by jealous people. But you cannot blame yourself. We are going to fix this, and we are going to get your girl back. Are you ready to do anything to show her you love her?”
Chris laughed. “I would do anything to win her back.”
Your POV
It was a few weeks after “picture-gate” and you were getting ready for the Valentine’s Day charity event. An event where you were supposed to make your debut with Chris. Who is now your ex. “Fuck me,” you mumble to yourself. You look in the mirror, seeing a woman who kinda looks like you, if she didn’t have red-rimmed eyes, shallow looking cheeks and a sad look on her face. It had been hell without him. You never realized how much comfort Chris brought to you. How his strong arms held you close to his chest, his heartbeat your lullaby, his voice a song. You missed him desperately, but he didn’t want to stand next to you. It makes you question whether he lied about being with a strong woman.
You shake yourself and inspect your dress. The theme was love, obviously, so you had chosen a red gown, strapless with a sweetheart neckline. It was tight in the bodice until it hit your waist and then flowed out in layers of chiffon. Heels and diamond studs completed the look with soft waves framing your face. You sighed, wishing he had been there to see it, the dress you picked with him in mind. But he would never be there, he wouldn't come back. He made his choices.
As you arrived at the gala, sans date, you thought back to the last few weeks. The person who took the photo was found, Mike, and fired. Mike had been one of your personal guards since you started. Apparently, when questioned, he took the photo to create a scandal because he was obsessed with you and wanted Chris out of the way. Mission accomplished, you guessed, but not in the way he wanted. Charges were filed, restraining orders in place, a press release later, and the scandal died out. Some of the old guards still avoided you but the party and your constituents stood by you. They held support rallies and feminist movements. You were a woman, yes, but you should have been treated like a man. It warmed your heart a bit in the days post Chris.
Arriving alone, you walked the press line, dodging questions that wanted to bring back the scandal and headed into the venue. Your date, who walked in alone as well was waiting. As patient as ever for Rachel, who is never patient. Dinner was lovely, the jazz band playing romantic tunes. You mingled with other donors and attendees, making the most out of the evening. Finally, the special, surprise guest performer was announced.
The host of the evening introduced Grammy award winning artist Harry Styles to the stage. You loved him and sang along. It was quite the performance, Harry doing all of his hits. You sway with the music, a glass of champagne keeping you warm. As Harry ends, Watermelon Sugar, the crowd cheers.
“How is everyone doing?” Harry asks and the crowd cheers in response. Pushing his hair out of his eyes, Harry takes a breath. “So, I got a call from a guy who wanted to let a girl know how much she means to her. See he messed up and asked me to help him tell his girl he adores her. You don’t have to say anything honey, just know he would walk through fire for you and he’s sorry that you had to walk alone. This song is for her.”
You weren’t really paying attention; the words were beautiful, but you didn’t want to be a part of someone else’s declaration of love. As Harry’s Adore You began to play, you felt a tear in your eye. This was the last thing Chris had sung to you.
Walk in your rainbow paradise (paradise)
Strawberry lipstick state of mind (state of mind)
I get so lost inside your eyes
Would you believe it?
You don't have to say you love me
You don't have to say nothing
You don't have to say you're mine
Honey (ah)
I'd walk through fire for you
Just let me adore you
Oh, honey (ah)
I'd walk through fire for you
Just let me adore you
Like it's the only thing I'll ever do
Like it's the only thing I'll ever do
You sway to the music, eyes closed, losing yourself to the music but the crowd starts to part as the spotlight follows a person across the floor. As the last person parts, a gasp runs through the crowd, and you open your eyes.
And Chris is there, in a black tux, holding a single red rose.
You look around to see if he is looking at anyone else but no, it's you. He walks over and takes the champagne glass from your hand. “Chris...”
“Not yet,” he whispers as he pulls you into his arms. He starts to move you across the dance floor.
You're wonder under summer skies (summer skies)
Brown skin and lemon over ice
Would you believe it?
You don't have to say you love me
I just wanna tell you somethin'
Lately you've been on my mind
Honey (ah)
I'd walk through fire for you
Just let me adore you
Oh, honey (ah)
I'd walk through fire for you
Just let me adore you
Like it's the only thing I'll ever do
Like it's the only thing I'll ever do
“Chris,” you whisper. “What are you doing?”
“Shh. Baby, just let me adore you.” He spins you around and back taking a hold of you again, the only two people on the dance floor.
I'd walk through fire for you
Just let me adore you
Oh, honey (ah)
I'd walk through fire for you
Just let me adore you
Like it's the only thing I'll ever do
(Ah)
I'd walk through fire for you
Just let me adore you
Oh, honey (ah)
Oh, honey
I'd walk through fire for you
Just let me adore you
oh, honey
(Oh)
Just let me adore you
Like it's the only thing I'll ever do
As the song finishes, he pulls you even closer so your foreheads touch as he sings the last of the lyrics to you. You are trying everything not to sob in front of these people. As the band slows, Chris pulls back slightly. “I didn’t stand next to you. And even though that wasn’t my decision, I still should have made a statement right away. You shouldn’t have done that alone and I am so sorry sweetheart.”
“I just wanted to protect you, Chris.”
“And I just wanted to stand behind my woman.” He swallows, his nerves starting to show a bit. “I had something planned tonight.” He kisses your hand. “We have been together for a while, and it has been the time of my life. I have never been happier. Your dreams are my dreams, and your happiness is mine. I never want to let go. Because I adore you, I’d walk through fire for you.”
He stepped back and knelt to the ground on one knee.
You’re pretty sure you have stopped breathing at this point.
“YNN, I love you so much. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you and all our dreams. Can we take on the world together?” He popped open a little red box holding a stunning princess cut diamond solitaire. “Will you marry me?”
Your face really doesn’t give anything away. It is just a single tear that falls. Chris is starting to think this is a bad idea before he sees the smallest nod, before the biggest smile he has ever seen. It was bigger than when you won your election. “Yes! Yes, Chris yes!” You fall into his arms just as he’s standing. The crowd cheers as he swings you around.
After a moment, he sat you down and took out the ring to slide it onto your finger. You look at it before you look back at your fiancé. He cups your face before he kisses you gently.
And you’re home.
The rest of the night was a blur. The only thing that stood out was the call to your parents. Chris had visited them before flying out to the gala. He sat with your father and explained everything. Your dad was satisfied that his little girl was in good hands and gave his blessing. As you walked out of the venue, the press was relentless in asking about your and Chris’s relationship. Rachel and your security team keep them at bay as Chris keeps his arm around you, your head resting against his chest. He got you into the car and Robert drove you away. “I’ve missed you,” you whisper.
“I am so sorry, baby,” Chris pulls so you are seated in his lap, letting you bury your face into his neck. “Mike, he gave the picture to Stacy. She never told us anything about talking to you until it was too late.” He nuzzled into your hair. “I wanted to be here.” He kisses your head. “I never wanted you to do that alone.”
“I shouldn’t have... I should have...”
“Shh, baby, you had no reason to not believe Stacy. I wish you had waited but I still should have made my own statement.” He sighed as he leaned back on the seat and tightened his grip on you. “But that’s the past. You are my future.”
“I can’t believe you proposed.” You stare down at the diamond on your hand. “How did you know?”
“Know what?”
“Well, is that the ring I wanted or that I would say yes?”
He chuckled. “Honey, you don’t think I didn’t noticed when you would ‘airdrop’ hints to my phone when I wasn’t paying attention or when we would see jewelry on vacation?” He picked up your hand and played with the ring. “You are never flashy or over the top, but you always sparkle. So, when I went with my sisters and ma shopping, we saw this one and it just said ‘YN.’”
The tears started to well in your eyes again. He really did know you.
“Oh honey, don’t cry.” He cupped your face and used his thumbs to wipe away the tears.
“I’m sorry, just,” you sniff, “it's been so hard without you. And I, I just can’t believe you got Harry Styles to dedicate a song to me, to us. The last time I heard it...” you trail off.
Chris’s face softened. “Was the last time we were together. I remember.” You pulled up to your townhome, and Chris climbed out, holding out his hand for you. As you walked to the door, he whispered in your ear, “I remember that I owed you a better time as well.” He opened the door and you gasped.
Candles, roses, and champagne were waiting for you in your living room. A gentle fire was on in the fireplace, with pillows and blankets laid out on the floor. As you took it in, Chris stood behind you, kissing your neck and shoulders. “I don’t think I told you how beautiful you looked in this dress.” You moan as he trails his fingers over the top of your dress. He nipped at that spot on your neck as he pulled the zipper down, his thick finger trailing down your spine.
“Chris,” you whimper as goosebumps bloom on your skin, his wet, open mouth kisses setting every nerve on fire.
“I want to worship you, my fiancé,” he growled as he let the dress drop, showing him the red lace strapless bra and matching panties and garter belt, you had on. “Fuck me, is this new?”
“I bought it for you, and I never got the chance to wear it for you,” you replied, blushing.
“You are perfection, my love.” He sat in the chair. “Twirl for me.” Still in your heel clad feet, you stood in front of him, just out of his reach and did a slow spin. He growled at your teasing as he reached for you, and you stepped back. “What do you think you are doing, Mrs. Evans?”
“Who said anything about changing my name?” You giggled as his gaze darkened a little. “I’m a little exposed baby. That jacket and shirt needs to come off.”
Chris stood but never took his eyes off of you as he discarded his jacket, tie and shirt, leaving him in just his suit, pants and shoes. “What now, Senator?”
“Sit,” you ordered, and he followed your direction quickly. You grabbed a pillow and kneeled in front of him, sliding your hands up his legs. He shuddered at your touch, leaning his head back as you undid his pants. You tapped his hip so he could raise them, and you pulled down his pants and boxer briefs so his cock could spring out. You wrapped your hand the best you could around the base and pumped, getting his attention back on you. You looked him straight in the eye as you licked the tip that had a bead of precome on it.
“Fuck, YN,” he mumbled as you took the entire head in your mouth, eyes never leaving yours. You worked him, softly at first and then harder, slowing down again, much to Chris’s frustration. As you took him to the back of your throat again, you felt him twitch and suddenly you were on your back on the floor as Chris settled in between your legs. He got your bra off first, then the garter, nipping at your skin the entire time.
“Baby, I...” You really didn’t know what you were trying to say. Your brain was overloaded with the sensations on your skin. Chris was everywhere, everywhere, all at once and it caused the pressure to build. Finally, it was just your panties and heels, but Chris made no move to remove either. He ran his nose up and down your covered pussy, grazing your clit and getting what he wanted: a wanton moan from your mouth.
“I love that sound, love.” Chris grasped the sides of your panties and slowly slid them down your legs and over the heels. “I want these hooked around my ears,” he said. “But for now,” he spread your legs wide, “they can hold you open.” He kissed right on your mound and then dove in with his tongue, eating like a man starved. His hands held your thighs open, not allowing you to find some sort of relief until he could feel you tremble. “Are you close, gorgeous?”
“I’m gonna cum, Chris, please!”
“Cum, YN! Let me drink you in!” His dirty talk always got to you, and it was enough for you to let go, a silent scream coming from your mouth as the world went dark. Chris didn’t stop, making it last longer. He finally slowed and began to kiss up your body. His cock was throbbing, needing to find its own release but he wouldn’t stop until he was buried in you. Finally, he was on top, brushing a strand of hair away, looking down at his future wife, the future mother of his children. He teased your entrance before slowly pushing in. “Are you still...”
“Never stopped,” you replied breathlessly, answering his unasked question about birth control. He bottomed out and you both groaned in relief to be reunited again. He fits perfectly, molded inside of you.
“God, still tight and warm, like I never left.” Chris pulled out slowly before slamming into you. You cried out with each thrust, finally getting the relief you missed. It was slow and torturous but oh, so good.
“Chris, fuck, harder, please!”
“Oh baby,” he cooed. “We have all night.” He sped up his hips to hit your spot inside over and over, but he felt you tighten, gripping him so hard it was becoming hard to move. “Let go baby. Give it to me again. God, this pussy was made for me, gripping me, strangling my cock. Milk me, my fiancé, cum now!” That was it; you cummed hard around him, triggering his own release, “Fuck YES!”
He finally slowed down but never pulled out. He rolled you over, so you were laid out on top of him, and he wrapped a blanket around you both.
“Happy Valentine’s Day Senator.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day, future husband.”
The morning headlines were everything Rachel wanted and more. An election to gear up for and a fairytale wedding for the future President and Hollywood’s leading man.
WITNESSING A FAIRYTALE: DC’S GOLDEN GIRL AND HOLLYWOOD’S GUY NEXT DOOR CONFIRM RELATIONSHIP WITH A PROPOSAL!
A/N: I wish this was America’s next royal family of politics. LOL.
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Midnight Rain Ch. 2
(I am so sorry for the long delay, I've been going through so much shit in RL & my writing has taken a backseat to everything, but im working on it and hopefully NaNoWriMo kicks me back into doing what I love!! Enjoy Chapter 2 of Midnight Rain :P )
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“Did you have to be such a bitch about it?!” Sebastian yelled as he rushed after Brooke who turned and slapped him. “You don't have the room nor the worth to stand there and call anyone a bitch when you didn't even have the balls to fucking tell him about what happened!!” Brooke and Sebastian continued to yell at each other, Chris sat in the living room for a moment listening to them fight. He got up, walking up the stairs and moved past them down the hallway as they fought before stopping at your door.
You were lying in bed, facing the window when you heard the door open; You glanced over your shoulder to see Chris standing there. You shot up as you heard Brooke yell, “What are you doing?!” Chris shut the door behind him and locked it. He walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, looking down at the ground he didn’t dare bring a hand to touch you, or even face you. The silence felt like a weighted blanket draped over the two of you, holding you down in the shadows of a deadly secret.
“I was….saving our wedding photo….that’s how they caught me in our bedroom….when you left, I moved the only one I had from my office to our bedroom. I didn’t care if everything else got destroyed. I could buy new stuff all day long…but not that photo…” he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a photograph of the two of you. He stared at it, the edges were burnt, and he smiled softly. “I love this photo…” he whispered. You were staring up at him, a doe eyed look, evident on your features. Chris was smirking at the camera, but he didn’t care how he looked, he only cared about how you looked in the photo. You were holding onto his arm, staring up at him. He fell in love with it the moment his mother had sent it from the photographers.
“I always liked that photo….” you whispered softly as he turned his head toward you, however his eyes remained on the floor. “You could have called me…” he said as you looked at him. “I was in a sedated state for two weeks in the hospital...they didn’t know if I would make it…Brooke informed them we were separated, that's why they didn’t call you.” you said. “I’m glad you’re okay,” he said looking at you, finally meeting your eyes.
You looked at him, your eyes glistening with tears, “but I couldn’t protect our little girl…” you sniffled as he moved, engulfing you in his arms as you sobbed into his chest. “But you protected yourself…now we can go after the son of a bitch who did this to our baby.” Chris whispered, rocking you gently as he rubbed your back, letting you sob into his chest. You clung to him for dear life, feeling nothing but warmth and safety in his arms. “You don’t blame me?” you whispered looking up at him, as he looked down at you, “No baby…you did nothing wrong, this wasn’t your fault at all.” he whispered kissing your forehead.
You and Chris stayed wrapped in each other's arms for a while, until you’d both dozed off, Brooke and Sebastian had talked to Anthony, sharing what knowledge they all had about that night, which they’d learned what happened to you, and what happened to Chris seemed to happen on the same night. Anthony shared with them how Chris’s physical therapy was going and how he had been trying to figure out who came after him but they were coming up on a dead end.
“I mean…it had to be the Irish right? Who else is at war with Chris that they would try to kill Y/N, and his child?” Brooke asked as she poured each of them a drink. “It's just…..the Irish extended an olive branch to Chris months ago…..well before this happened. Which was weird in the first place.” Anthony said sipping the bourbon Brooke had poured.
Brooke glanced at Seb as she downed the contents of her own glass, causing both men to look at her. “Well that’s great I think but it still leaves the question of who is responsible for this?” She asked as Anthony shook his head; “I don't know…but we need to find out.”
When you woke up, Chris was snoring softly next to you. You hadn’t slept as well as you did that night, since you’d left Chris months ago. You watched him sleep for a little bit before rolling over and staring at the ceiling. You wondered what life would have been like, a little girl with him, would he have spoiled her? Would he’ve gotten up and done the late night feedings and changings? Would he have spent more time at home with you and her instead of out at the clubs? Yes. he would have been the most perfect father to the children you could of had together. A voice called in the back of your mind. You sighed and closed your eyes for a moment, wishing you could go back, beg Brooke to not leave that night.
“You look so beautiful in the mornings.” Chris whispered softly; you opened your eyes, seeing him watching you, as he smiled softly. You felt your lips pull back just a little, smiling for the first time in months. You both laid there, arms and legs tangled together, you both laid in silence for a while before a soft knock on the door alerted you both that you weren’t alone. “Y/N…I’m going to run to the store…Anthony is here for Chris so I’ll make sure Sebastian stays behind in case you need anything.”
“Why don’t I come to the story with you today?” you asked as you got up, Brooke was silent for a moment, “Are you sure? You haven’t left the house since you got home from the hospital.” Brooke pointed out. You walked over, opening the door so she could come in and nodded at her. “Yeah, I feel like I should go with you.” you said, giving her a shrug. “Gotta face the world sometime right?”
Chris sat up, “If you’re not up for it Y/N, don’t push yourself.” But you looked back at him and gave him a small tight smile, “It’ll be good for me, don't worry,” you changed into a pair of jeans, pairing it with a black shirt and tan sweater. You grabbed your purse and walked downstairs with Chris after he’d gotten dressed as well, smiling a little at Bucky and Brooke before looking at Chris, “Um…how about I call you later? We can talk and see how everything is going,” you said, shoving your hands in your pockets.
Chris looked taken back before he nodded, “Right, yeah, I’ll talk to you later and check in with you.” He grabbed his jacket before he looked at Sebastian, “When you get some time, let’s talk about a few things.” he shook his hand before walking out with Anthony.
You left with Brooke, going to the store for the first time since you were pregnant. You noticed how things looked different and the same, you carried on with light talking while you two drove on; and once at the store, you helped her grab a few different things. “Why don’t we get some snacks and have a movie night tonight?” Brooke asked as you smiled and nodded, “I’d really like that. I’ll go grab some chips, salsa, candy, and some stuff to make that dip your mom taught you to make!” you grinned as she did too, “yes!! Okay! I’m gonna go grab ice cream, toppings, and whatever else sounds good!” she took off toward the frozen section while you went to grab a basket and grab your list. This was the first time anything really had sounded good to you in a long time.
As you shopped you reached for a bag of chips, when another hand reached for the same bag. You looked over, withdrawing your hand and apologizing when the gentleman in front of you chuckled and handed you the bag. “I’m sorry, here, front bags are always fresher,” he said smiling at you.
You were frozen like a deer in headlights, he was handsome, and a dazzling smile to match. “Oh, uh,” you let out a soft giggle, “Thank you, but go ahead, I can get a different bag.” you said looking up at him as he grinned at you, placing the bag down in your basket. “Don’t worry about it sunshine. I don’t mind.” he winked before turning to grab a bag himself. He was tall, with short, soft, blondish-brown hair, bright blue eyes and a dashing bright smile. “Well thank you sir,” you felt yourself blush as you stared at him, he was captivating as he stood tall and smiled down at you, “I’m Steve…Steve Rogers,” he held his hand out to you.
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Chris and the kids make cookies.
Just a cute one shot.
Chris was busy working in his office when he hears his door slowly open and in pops a head of Ivy then matty. He smiles. "Whatca you two up too?" he pushes his office chair from his desk and says. "okay come on"
They run in and Ivy says. "Daddy can we make cookies for mommy and Ava?"
Matty nods. "pwellsee!!"
Chris laughed. "What kind of cookies?" Ivy thinks. "Coco??" Chris thinks. "hmmm those are mommy's favorites so sure we can do that but shhh we should surprise them ok?"
They both nod and matty says. "ookies!!"
Chris stands up. "Okay where is mommy?" Ivy takes his hand. "upstairs" "Good" he walks into the kitchen and looks around the kitchen "Okay we can do this"
"Okay ivy i'll help you kiddos" he grabs bowls and starts getting the stuff out. Matty stands on a stool. "helps?" Chris smiles. "Of coarse buddy"
half an hour later I walk downstairs and smell the freshly baked cookies. "Hey you three what's this for?" Ivy runs over to me and i pick her up and she says. "Cookies for you" Matty laughs. "ookies!"
Chris turns and smiles at me. "They asked" I walk over and look at the sheets of cookies. "Aw i love them you three"
I kiss Ivy's head then bend down to kiss Matty on the top of his head and i look at chris and he smiles more. "Where's my kiss?"
He frowns and i set Ivy on her feet and wrap my arms around Chris's waist and give him a kiss on his lips then we hear. "Eww!"
I turn my head and lean it on Chris's chest and he rubs my back. "we should not kiss in front of them"
"No we will to show them how much their mom and dad love each other" i give him another kiss then we all enjoy the cookies.
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In Living Color
Chapter 25
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July 25th, 2022
Chris let out a sigh of relief as he stepped into his mother’s house from the back door, the cool air of the home giving him and Scott a reprieve from the heatwave outside. They found their Ma in her kitchen, putting away some groceries with a smile on her face as she saw her sons.
“I certainly didn’t expect to see you here today,” Lisa greeted, coming over to hug them both. She hugged Scott before hugging Chris, holding her oldest son's arms as she pulled away and told him, “I figured it would take at least another day for you to recover from the press tour.”
Chris laughed, the sound echoing through the otherwise quiet home. “Oh I’ll be going to bed early tonight, that’s for sure,” he assured her with a nod.
Scott smirked at the words, moving to grab a cup from a cabinet and fill it with water. “I’m honestly surprised that you didn’t just fly straight to San Francisco to see Nat,” he drawled, his voice booming.
“Yeah, it’s been what? A month since you’ve seen her?” Lisa asked, raising a brow as she dropped her hands from Chris’ arms and headed back into the kitchen, pulling groceries from the bags resting on the island counter.
“I was with her over the fourth so almost a month,” he corrected, leaning down to pet his Ma’s dogs as they danced at his feet. But then he thought back to his visit earlier in the month, at the fleeting moments they’d had together, but otherwise… he’d been alone. Nat’s schedule was busier than ever, if it was even possible, and she spent so much time glued to her laptop that he missed her even when he was there. “I miss Nat so fuckin’ much but I’m almost thinking about staying here.”
Lisa raised a brow suspiciously as she closed the fridge, tucking the reusable grocery bags into each other. “Oh really?” She asked him while she looked at him curiously.
“I’m just so exhausted. Going from filming earlier this year to the Lightyear press and right into The Gray Man press, I’m just so tired,” he murmured with a shake of his head as he leaned his hip against the island. “And now that I’ll be going to Atlanta soon for Pain Hustlers, I feel like I just need a break away from everything.”
“Maybe Nat could come out here instead?”
“Yeah I think I might ask her if she could,” Chris nodded his head. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see her, in fact, the opposite was true but after being dragged from one interview to another then put on a plane to make another appearance and do the whole routine again, he was craving his safe space more than ever. He just wanted to be home and sleep in his own bed, have home cooked meals, and decompress in the place he felt the most himself. Chris ran a hand through his hair while he mused, “I want to see her so bad, but when I’m there during the week, she’s at work anyway so it’s not like we get to spend much time together.”
He watched as Lisa pursed her lips while she listened to his words. “Well maybe once you rest up a little more, you could go out for a weekend,” she suggested, her eyebrows raising hopefully as she looked at her oldest son. He shrugged his shoulders at that as he heard Scott’s small noise of agreement and sighed.
“I don’t have many more weekends before I start filming again,” he began as he stared down at the marble countertop. He’d gotten the official schedules for both shoots a few weeks ago, and there was virtually no spare time once he started the first project, but what little time he had left before was quickly getting filled up in Massachusetts. He hadn’t been home for a long stretch of time since the previous year, and even then he spent most of 2021 in Los Angeles, growing his relationship with Nat. He’d missed home, missed seeing his family, the kids, getting to just live without constantly looking over his shoulder. And the growing list of responsibilities from ASP that he’d been ignoring while working were piling up, and his schedule was full of tasks between now and the middle of August. By then, he’d jump right into the shoots around Florida and Georgia with the cast of Pain Hustlers to then be in Atlanta working for months on end for Red One, having no real opportunities to visit Nat in California. “I just hate to disappoint Nattie.”
“Honey, you know Nat will understand,” Lisa placated her son, looking at him seriously as she listened to his words. “She won’t want you to kill yourself just to come see her.”
Chris shook his head, explaining, “Oh I know she’ll understand, Nat always does.”
“I know a certain dog who will be happy that you’ll be around here for a while,” she pointed out with a small chuckle, shaking her head in amusement.
“You should have seen how I woke up this morning. Dodger was laying right on top of me,” Chris laughed, thankful for the shift in conversation away from him changing his and Nat’s plans.
Scott’s dry laugh cut through the room as he told their mother, “He’s been right on Chris’ heels all day.”
Lisa smiled at the comment, before her eyes turned curious and she looked at Chris as he finally sat down in a barstool next to Chris. “What were you guys up to today?” She asked them both, looking between them.
“Well…” Chris started as Scott bit his lip, turning to look at him as well. With both his Ma’s and Scott’s eyes on him, a smile crossed his lips. “That’s actually part of the reason we came over…”
“Why’s that?”
A warm smile crossed his lips as his brain was able to switch from the exhaustion his whole body was clouded in, to instead thinking about the purchase he made hours earlier and the meaning that came with it as he told his mother, “I bought something for Nat today that I wanted to show you…”
He could feel Lisa’s eyes on him as he pulled the velvet box out of the plain white bag and handed it over to her. He watched as she flipped it open and saw the shining diamond ring inside as she gasped, “Chris, you got her a ring? You’re going to ask her to marry you?”
“Yeah Ma, I am,” a warmth spread throughout him as he said those words out loud.
Chris could see the tears glossing her eyes as she gasped, “Oh honey, I couldn’t be happier.”
“Me neither,” he shook his head almost in disbelief that this was really happening. His own tears started gathering in his blue eyes, making him blink furiously before he swallowed the emotional lump in his throat, “I think I’ve known for a while now that Nat was the one for me but when I was with her in San Francisco for our anniversary earlier this year I just… knew. I just don’t want anyone but her.”
“I knew from that first time I met her that you two would be together,” Lisa stated firmly before going over to hug her eldest son tightly.
“I think we all knew that one,” Scott chimed in with a chuckle from where he had sat down at the counter, knowing that Chris and Nat being together was something they all saw coming a mile away.
Chris had to wipe a hand along his cheeks, swiping away the tears as he admitted, “I just love her so much. I never even knew it could feel like this,”
“I’m so happy for you Chris. I can honestly say this is the best decision you’ve ever made,” his mother encouraged him with a hand rubbing up and down his back but then wanted to know, “When are you going to ask her?”
The question was one he’d been thinking about a lot but still hadn’t figured out an answer to, letting her in, “I’m not sure yet. I don’t really have a specific time so I’m just going to ask her when the moment feels right.”
Lisa couldn’t help but give him another hug, squeezing him tightly as she once again told him just how happy she was before the conversation shifted toward dinner and the brothers decided to stay and help get things ready. As Chris was pulling out the plates, his gaze drifted down to the ring box that was sitting open on the counter and felt the conversation happening around him seem to drift away. He picked up the box and looked at that sparkling ring, imagining what it would look like on Nat’s hand and almost finding it unbelievable that at the beginning of the previous year he hadn’t even met her, but now here he was ready to place this on her hand with the promise of forever.
He loved her so much it almost hurt and even as insecure and indecisive as he could be, this was one decision that didn’t leave any doubts in his mind other than the timing. With his schedule being full with two more movies and Nat being in San Francisco for her job, he didn’t know the next time that they’d get any extended amount of time together and although it left him at a loss on how to fully support her while he wasn’t there, he had come to see through their breakup that none of it mattered. Sure, it was a hurdle they’d need to figure out how to cross, but all that mattered is that he had Nat in his life and he wanted her forever. Chris knew that this was the best thing that could ever happen to him, but what he didn’t know is that while he stood here full of joy and peace, the woman he loved was across the country feeling desperately trapped in the new job and life she had chosen and felt more stuck that she ever had in her life.
Nat shut the creaking door behind her and locked the deadbolt, closing her eyes and leaning her head against the door as she felt her muscles tense. She looked around her dark apartment, feeling… indifferent to everything. Coming home had always been something sacred to her, her escape, her happy place, where she hosted friends, family, game nights, and movie nights. But here… she’d hole up for days over a weekend without having anyone here who would reach out to say, “Hey! Haven’t seen you this weekend, want to grab brunch tomorrow?”, only to hear a ping alerting her to new emails. It was no longer a place of refuge to her, instead, it felt like a place where she couldn’t take a deep breath, where she could never relax, where no one would come looking, or even stop by. She was completely alone here in this silent apartment, but the one bright spot that had gotten her through so many days was knowing that in one day, her apartment would be occupied by the heart-of-gold man that she loved so dearly. His laughter would fill the tiny space, his hands would rub her aching back, and his presence would fill the void in her heart that had been hurting so badly.
When her phone started ringing, she pulled it out and saw his name on her screen, bringing out the first genuine smile in a long time as she held it up to her ear and greeted him with a hello that sounded a lot less enthusiastic than she intended but just couldn’t seem to muster anything more.
“Hi honey, is this a good time?” He asked her, his voice filling her ear.
She nodded, suppressing the sigh that caught in her throat. “Yeah I’m just walking through my door,” she told him, hanging her bag on the hook by the door as she kicked her shoes off.
Nat heard him huff out a breath, his voice quiet as he pointed out, “Nattie, it’s almost eight there.”
She shook her head, frowning at his concern. She knew it was well placed, it always was. They cared about each other to be making those jabs at the other, but it didn’t mean her shoulders relaxed a little at every concerned comment he made. If anything, it made her feel a little worse. “I know, it just was a busy day,” she explained, her voice quiet as she turned on the lights and stepped further into the apartment.
“Will you promise me that you’ll have some dinner?”
“I promise I will,” she told him, glancing towards the shoebox of a kitchen before she headed into the living room, sitting down on the couch with a sigh. “I actually am a little surprised to hear from you. I figured you’d be asleep with you flying out here tomorrow.”
“That’s actually what I wanted to call you about,” he began, pausing as he sighed. Nat froze, listening as he finally asked, “Nattie, would it disappoint you if I didn’t come out to San Francisco?”
Her brows furrowed and her hand reached, plucking a few threads from the worn blanket on the couch as she fidgeted anxiously. “Is everything okay?” She asked worriedly, unsure if something had happened
“Yeah, yeah it’s fine, I’m just so exhausted,” he admitted and Nat could have been able to know that without his admission. The weariness in his voice was evident even if she hadn’t known how packed his schedule had been but kept listening as he sighed, “I feel like I’ve just been going non-stop for the past couple months and then with heading into doing two more movies this year, I just feel really overwhelmed. I just want some time to decompress.”
“Of course I’m sad not to see you but that’s fine Chris, I want you to take care of yourself,” Nat told him truthfully. In reality, hearing those words felt like a punch in the gut or as if all the air from her lungs had just been taken away. Having him come out to see her had been the one saving grace through all of this. She knew that if she could just make it to when she’d get to have his arms around her again, then maybe she could do this. Maybe that would help center her again, but in an instant that had been stolen away.
But she couldn’t tell him that. She couldn’t burden him with the knowledge of how much she was struggling while he was so burnt out and had to recharge before being thrown into filming again. Besides, he had warned her. He was the one who told her that this job wasn't for her and that it didn’t seem like the right move for her and he had been right. Nat just couldn’t let anyone, especially herself, know how much this job was taking a toll on her. It was just a job and the fact that she couldn’t seem to handle it only made her feel like even more of a failure than ever.
“I hope you know how much I want to see you and it has nothing to do with that,” Chris went on to assure her, but it brought little healing to her heart because all she could feel was that she was alone yet again. “I also figured that when I’m there during the week I don’t get to see you much anyway and thought that maybe you could come out for a weekend if you have time or I could come out there before Atlanta.”
“I’m not sure yet what my schedule is but we’ll figure something out. I want you to just decompress,” she rushed to tell him, trying hard to cover up the tears and heavy emotion in her voice.
“Are you sure, Nat?”
Nat just took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice before responding with, “I am, I want you to rest. I know how important it is to you to be able to be away from everything in Boston.”
“Thanks for understanding, baby. I love you so much and I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”
Nat pushed out a quick “I love you too” before hearing the line hang up. She couldn’t even pull the phone away from her ear before silent tears started spilling out of her eyes. With a shaky finger she clicked the red button before trudging over to the couch where she laid down and grabbed a pillow, clutching it to her chest as the tears just wouldn’t stop pouring down her face.
Nat was so proud of Chris. She was so proud of all he’d done this year, pushing himself with the films he was doing and going through the press tours he hated so much while traveling the world in a whirlwind. She was so happy that he could recognize when he needed a break, and just decompress. She was so glad that he had a place to do that, where he had a home to just be himself and relax but right now she just hated it so much that the home wasn’t with her.
Using the sleeve of her sweatshirt, she furiously wiped at her eyes and sat up. Nat tried so hard to just pull it together, but the moment her eyes glanced out the window of her apartment and she saw the almost tauntingly beautiful view of San Francisco, heavy sobs started pouring out of hers as those tears that she had just wiped away were quickly replaced. Just one look at that view reminded her that she was here in the city by the bay, completely and utterly alone.
She had always loved her job, working as an animator was truly a dream come true. Nat was just a normal girl who had been given an incredible gift by having a father who believed in her, sending her to art school to follow her dreams but it felt like somehow her real dream, the real longing of her heart had slipped through her fingers. Nat had been so happy working at Disney, settling into a life in California over the past decade and having an incredible group of friends, including Mark and Jamie who had become more like family to her.
But COVID had changed everything for her. In that time frame, her engagement to Shane had ended, Nat had become so much more self assured and knew who she was, but after being able to spend months at home with her family, she had moved back to California with a loneliness in her heart and a longing for something more. For the first time in her life she had seen how much she wanted more than her job. She wanted her own family and to be able to love someone and have them love her in return.
And then Chris came into her life.
So much had changed since he’d made his unexpected entrance in her life and Nat had found out so many more things about herself and what she wanted. He helped her to rest in who she was and embrace what it was that made her… well, her. He was her best friend and gave her peace in a way that she couldn’t quite explain. But there was still a part of her that let those little voices into the back of her head, remembering the looks she’d gotten from people when she was younger and said her dream was to be an artist. She remembered the jokes so many made when they asked what she was going to do for a ‘real job’ and the sting of that in her formative years still was underneath the surface.
Nat’s fingers were clutching tight on that pillow as she thought back to her dad dropping her off at art school as he hugged her tightly and told her how proud of her he was and that he knew she’d do great things. Ever since then all she had wanted to do was prove him right, to show everyone she wasn’t just the overemotional chaotic artist little sister behind two intelligent successful older sisters who seemed to be able to do all the things she viewed herself incapable of.
So here she was. Accepting this job that she thought would somehow prove something. That somehow would be the icing on the cake of ‘See? I can be a successful artist’ but all it had done was show her just how right Chris had been about all of this. This wasn’t what she wanted. She hated every bit of this job. She wanted so much more than this now. She wanted Chris. She wanted a family. She wanted to create for herself. But there was no turning back now. There was no way that she could go to her boss only a couple months after starting and basically say she wanted to be demoted, especially when her position back in Burbank had already been filled. Not to mention that she had taken a stand with this job and Chris, resulting in them temporarily breaking up. That felt like such a huge failure in her mind and that was something Nat simply just couldn’t take at the moment.
So here she had been, putting her nose to the grindstone and putting in her hours, trying to get through the days with the light at the end of the tunnel being August. The month when she’d get her best friend back. When she’d finally get to feel his arms around her. When she’d finally not dread the weekends and spend them crying in bed but instead fill them with laughter and happiness with Chris. When she’d finally get to relax for the first time in weeks. Knowing that he was coming to her was like a lifeline, knowing that she just had to make it until then and then hopefully things would be better. But now it felt like that lifeline that was dangling just out of her reach was snatched away and she was left drowning.
But there was no way she could ask him to come. It was just too selfish. She couldn’t possibly know just how packed his schedule had been and hear his weary voice saying how much he just needed to go home and then ask him to come be with her instead. So here she was. Sitting alone on this couch, tears streaming down her face as she felt completely alone and completely stuck.
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The Game // Lloyd Hansen
Lloyd Hansen x female reader
Summary: You didn't behave according to Lloyd's expectations and he has to punish you.
Warnings: bondage (nothing hardcore), sex toys, slight knife play, hints at overstimulation and squirting, nicknames, use of sir (like once)
Wordcount: 1.3k
!!beware of all the mistakes, English is not my native language!!
A/N: Was this on my WIP list? No. Was this my top priority for the last two days? Absolutely yes.
Enjoy!
Lloyd's hand firmly gripped my forearm as he dragged me inside his bedroom and threw me on his bed. With a shriek, I bounced on the mattress and giggled.
“Oh, you think this is funny, baby girl?” he growled.
“Yes.” I kept on giggling like crazy while I brushed my hair off my face. Angrily he pointed his index finger at me.
“You embarrassed me in front of very significant people, there is nothing funny about that.”
Perhaps he was right. But I was still having a lot of fun.
I knew this evening was important to Lloyd and yet… Yet I couldn’t keep myself down.
I was horny for hours while he was ignoring me because of them, so I decided to have at least a little bit of fun and dance for a second.
But apparently, it was more than Lloyd would ever allow me to. The dancefloor was crowded, everyone’s body was rubbing on someone else's body and everyone was touching everyone. Including me and the man closest to me. A very hot man, may I say. Though, not as hot as Lloyd right now.
No. He was pissed because I was touching someone else in front of his own eyes. And when he’s pissed, he’s very hot.
He growls like a feral animal and becomes very dangerous to everyone, including me. And I knew that and still decided to start a fire.
Because I wanted to have fun.
And fun I’m going to get.
He reached into his pocket and took out a knife. His moustache moved as he snarled while he kept on watching me very closely.
“What do you think it looked like when my own girl started flirting with some cheap ass douchebag, huh? Do you think you can play with me like that?”
His stormy blue eyes narrowed when he raised his hand and with the knife in his hand tore my dress apart right in the middle.
I was left totally bare like the day I was born since I opted not to wear any underwear underneath my dress. My breasts were finally released from their tight prison. They nicely splayed on my chest as I laid there and waited for what would happen next.
Blue eyes roamed my body and tried to survey the situation in front of them. The very horny body with full swaying breasts and wide hips was in front of him on a golden platter.
“If you think that… Then you are very wrong, baby,” he spat out. “Because no one plays with me like that.” An evil grin appeared on his face as his hungry eyes gave me another once-over.
“But if you do want to be a playful kitten, perhaps I could offer you a game of sorts.”
Oh yes, please. Whatever it is, I want it. Now.
I was very much desperate at this point. His strong body was hovering above me and his cold eyes were staring straight into my soul. His stare was so intense, that it sent shivers down my spine.
“I think you’re going to like it. A lot.” He lifted one corner of his mouth. “It’s a game exactly to your taste.”
He looked around the room before he ordered: “Move up!”
I moved up on the bed and laid my head on the soft pillows covered in silk sheets. They were cold against my burning skin but I welcomed the stimulation as I was finally able to feel at least something.
While I did that, he went to one of the drawers and opened it. He took out a couple of ropes and a vibrator with a big head.
Oh yes, please, just give it to me.
He quickly went back to me and with his skilful hands tied my arms and legs to the bed. Whilst my wrists were tied together, both my legs were tied to the bed separately so they were nicely spread in front of him.
Yes, this really is a game to my taste.
Out of pure curiosity, I tugged with both my arms and legs but was met with resistance against the rope. As always, he tied it tight with precise knots and gave me no chance to escape his torture.
Not that I wanted to.
I looked up at his face with a satisfied smile on my lips but I quickly changed my expression.
“Please, sir, give it to me. I want it. So so bad. Please,” I pleaded without hesitation. I knew he would ask me to do so in a matter of time so why not get it over with as soon as possible so we can get quicker to the more interesting part?
“Now you want it and aks for it,” he smiled slyly. “But in a second you are going to say the opposite. You’ll beg me to stop, to give your poor pussy some rest…” There was a fire in his eyes whilst he was telling me this. A fire that burned only for me and won’t be put down until he is satisfied.
“But you asked for this and you’re not going to get any rest nor mercy. Maybe you should think first before you say or do something you shouldn’t, you stupid little girl.”
Without giving me a chance to somehow react to his vice words, he pressed the vibrator against my clit. I moaned loudly at the sensation. I was already tremendously slick from the fact I was tied to this bed and waiting for whatever he might do in the next couple of seconds, so it was easy for him to move the vibrator around my clitoris and my folds without any resistance.
I knew this toy very well, he used it on me frequently and because of that I also knew that this was the lowest setting out of eight. Which was odd, because he usually liked to start with a solid three so we can get everything going. But this time… This time it was different.
My hips bucked up from the bed and my legs started to slightly shake. I closed my eyes to fully enjoy the sensation of the upcoming orgasm while my breathing quickened up.
Despite it being the lowest setting, I came fast and hard. My lips were widely opened as I came and screamed.
Finally, I got what I wanted, although Lloyd’s dick would’ve been ten times better and cuming on his dick? That would’ve been a hundred times better. But I’ll take whatever I can get if it equals pleasure.
I smiled widely and breathed out when the pleasure subsided. My chest was quickly rising and falling as I was trying to recollect my thoughts.
“Oh, do you think this is it?” he asked. His face appeared in front of me as he hover above me. He had a deeply neutral face going on at the moment that I could not read very well. His eyes were frosty cold and his lips were pulled into a tight line.
“Do you think I’m done? Sweetheart, this was just the beginning,” he said. With a curious face, he looked at the huge vibrator he was still holding in his hand and wondered: “How many settings does this thing have again? Eight?”
He looked me dead in the eyes and smiled. But not in a happy way. No, no. In a very evil way.
“Baby, I think there is a long and gruelling night ahead of you,” he says and playfully presses the vibrator against my hard nipples. I tip my head back and moan.
“Because I want you to cum again and again until you soak this bed to the brim and you squirt all over my face.”
And with that, he once again pressed the vibrating toy on my clit. Only this time it was on the second setting.
A/N: I am very nervous to post this since this is not the usual stuff I write, but I still hope you enjoyed it and you'll leave me some feedback!
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no time to waste - 2
Summary: After what happened that caused Chris and (Y/N) to grew awkward with each other, sparks grew from there yet confusing and complicated. Chris finds it hard to stay away from (Y/N) but (Y/N) finds it hard to believe that Chris wanted to go along with whatever it is that he's feeling.
Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader
Genre: Fluff (for now LOL)
Warnings: explicit context and language
Note: I hope you guys don't mind that the storyline isn't straight to lovey-dovey but I'd like to write a storyline where we don't jump way too fast. It's getting there but for now let's enjoy these two and their friendship! xx
Tag list: @patzammit
*gifs are not mine*
Chris walks outside to sit on the patio with his beer in hand. You walk towards him, sitting across from him. "I'm sorry." "Chris walks outside to sit on the patio with his beer. You walk towards him, sitting across from him. "I'm sorry." "Well, all we can do is talk about it, and then from there we'll decide, I guess." you replied. Chris tries to digest everything but it seems so hard to not admit to himself that he feels something different when he's around you. He knows that you probably see him like your brother and you probably will continue to treat him like one, but there is always something about (Y/N)... Chris thought.. the energy when she's around is different, she's like this calming light and her aura shines through, mostly from just her being around.
"Please don't see me as an asshole or something like that." You laughed, placing your hand on his leg. "I would never... because you are always going to be an asshole for me. You have been." your response causes Chris to roll his eyes and smack your hand away from his leg.
Chris pulls your chair closer to give you a slight hug. "So, we're good?" you nodded, and he leaves a peck on your cheek. They all do this, a peck on the cheek, it's like you're the youngest and they all treat you like hell sometimes, but they are very protective of you.
"We're good baby." you said as you walk away, Chris watches you go from behind. His heart dropped a little thinking maybe I won't be able to change things with her... Chris thought.
The night was fast, the moms headed to Lisa's place as they said it was quieter there than here when the kids are laughing too hard and they needed a quieter room away from the kids. "You're not with your guy anymore? I've met him right?" Scott said, you shook your head no. "He got an ex-wife, and I didn't know that." Everyone's eyes in the room shot wide, and your brothers tilted their heads at you. "I found out because she was all over his Instagram." "No!" Scott covers his mouth as he said that. You nodded your head, "Right? I didn't know cause honestly he was a little older not that old. But, who am I to judge." Leah shook her head in disbelief.
"So, how did it end?"
You shrug, "It takes a long time for him to finally agreed to it. So many visits to the office and I was humiliated too." Chris arches his brow studying (Y/N) as she casually talks about her ex-boyfriend. "He just went there?" Chris asked, (Y/N) nodded. "He was aggressive, and it didn't show until the break up. It was chaotic to be honest." "Oh gosh, does mom knows about this?" Beau said, you shrug. "I guess she doesn't, I just don't wanna make a fuss about it. It's over anyways." you replied.
"I think we should meet the guy someday," Eric added, you turn your head to your brother so fast. "What? Why?!" "Because the guy needs to know not to be all up on your ass!" Eric replied rolling his eyes at you. You sigh, knowing that you can't really get out of this. You're just hoping that whatever it is that Eric is wishing won't happen cause you're not really up to witnessing a fight.
Chris added, "I agree." you gasp at him, he puts his hands up in defeat. "Don't you dare." you mouthed.
Everyone left but Chris. You didn't even realize he was staying as you were cleaning all the mess. You turn around and find him loading the dishwasher. "Oh God, why are you still here?" "Helping you (gif)." you sigh as you wipe the counter.
"What's the deal with the guy?" he asks.
You look up to him. "What? My ex?" he nodded his head, curious. "That was it, I was with him for two years." "Were you mad because he was married?" you replied, "No, I was mad because he made it seem like it's possible to keep it from me." Chris grew too curious about your ex, he kept thinking about what he did to make you uncomfortable. "Were we talking then?" "What?" You ask.
"Were we talking like you and Scott?"
You scoff, shaking your head. "No, but we met at a party. I was with the guy, but you were too drunk to remember." Chris arches his brow as if he couldn't believe what he just heard. You roll your eyes at him.
2 years ago...
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You spotted Chris in the kitchen sitting down with his head down resting on the counter. You laugh as you approach him, "Chris." You pat his shoulder, and he looks up, "Hey, (Y/N)." he said. Drunk. He is drunk, you said to yourself. "Baby." Your boyfriend wraps his arm around your waist as he shows up out of nowhere. "Hey," you said, your boyfriend looks at Chris closely. "Isn't that—" "Ssh." your boyfriend's eyes widen.
"Chris Evans?" he asks you.
You tilted your head, looking at him in disbelief. "I don't like you." Chris pointed his finger at your boyfriend, you sigh getting out of your boyfriend's grip to help Chris. "Come on, let's get you out of you here." your boyfriend stood there, looking at Chris, you don't like the fact that people do this when they know you and Chris are friends. Including your boyfriend now, he looks stupid and in awe that Chris is here in the same room as him.
Chris slurred, "I don't like him." you let out a slight laugh.
"You don't? Why?"
"He looks like a llama."
You burst out laughing. "Chris!" he lets out his cheeky hehe. You help him to sit on the couch and get him some water. You look around and your boyfriend is nowhere to be found. "Thank you. Scott's on his way." "I bet," you said.
"I don't like him." he repeats. "I know."
-
"No, I didn't say that." Chris rolled his eyes, and your jaw dropped. "Christopher, I wouldn't lie to you. Especially, you know yourself when you're drunk." You lean against the countertops, you didn't realize how much you miss hanging out with Chris until now. Your relationship with him wasn't always confusing, at least not when you started to grow older. The vibe between you two could be really awkward at some times.
Chris meets your eyes and smile. "Aren't you tired?" he asks.
"No, not really. I still have so many things to do."
Chris arches his brow, "Do what? It's midnight for God's sake, even our moms are having a good time at their sleepover." you shrug as he walks closer, lifting you up to sit on the counter and helps you put your socks on. One thing about you that you think he will always remember is you can't sleep without your socks on, it has to be on 'till the morning.
You smiled at him, "Thank you." he nodded and said, "Sorry, but I had to get it for you in your room. Hope it's okay." Chris and you sat in silence. Your legs are touching his as he stands next to you. Chris wanted to get to know you more than just the girl he knew all his life that's labeled close as a sister. As she grow older I never see her that way, I always thought of her as my closest friend, and I grew fond and protective of her, but I was too embarrassed to admit that everyone is also very protective of her which made me have to follow their leads then.
We grew up together, well, or at least I watch her grow throughout the years. She turned out fine. Amazing, I would say. Chris thought.
There it is, the awkward silence, you say to yourself. It feels like there are so much things to say and you can only hear his loud mind yet nothing comes out of his mouth. "I better go, I have to catch a flight to New York tomorrow morning then straight to LA in the evening." Chris stopped and turn to you, "LA? What's in LA?" "I'm moving to LA to continue my Master's and I have to get some things from the office so I can have them with me." he tilted his head, he's still digesting the fact that you're moving to LA.
"So, you're not gonna work in New York anymore?"
You laugh. "I offer to help them as a part-time employee. But, they somehow managed to demand for me to stay and they'll give me the privilege of working anywhere until I finish my study, but it's too much, I have to focus so, I'm going to work from LA until the end of this year." He made a face as if he understands you now and end it with a shrug reaching out his hand to you. "Well, it's less than a month. Can I fly with you tomorrow?" he asks.
You take his hand which ends up being a trap cause he throws you like a sack to his shoulder. "What is all this?" "Letting you know that I'm a fun dude." he said, you burst out laughing, he could be so random at times. "What?!" "Just kidding, I can't hug you all night, so all I can do is tease you." Chris added.
You landed in New York, and you can't seem to stop yawning on your way to the HQ. You put your hair in a bun, you look at yourself and what you're wearing in the gigantic mirror right in front of the elevator of your floor's entrance. You shake it off and walk towards the office that you shared with 2 of your co-workers. "Hello, lady, what's the fashion theme here?" Andy your co-worker jokes, you smile sarcastically at him, "Comfortable, that's what I'm wearing today." he laughs and gave you a hug.
"I heard you were in Boston," Andy states, you turn to him knowing what he's going to ask. "My gay ass just had to know, Chris Evans came over to your house?" you chuckle knowing that you're right. You nodded your head, "Yes, Andy, his family, and he went over to my mom's house. Again, we grew up together so, no worries." He gasps and claps both of his hands. "Would you let me say hi to him if he's around?" "Will he ever be around when you're hanging out with me? I don't think so, but if we bumped into each other and we're hanging out, of course, I mean, who knows, maybe he'll fall in love with you." Andy squealed along with his laughter
You and Andy are close since the first time you work here, you two became too close that people think that you're going to be so unprofessional when it comes to an ongoing project together. But you and Andy are different people when it comes to working. You're not friends in meetings, events, or important projects, you're co-workers, you two disagree and discuss things professionally, but when you're not talking business, that's when you two are close.
You collect some of your things to bring with you and say your goodbye to Andy and the others. it's not emotional, cause he's going to school as well in Milan but he's staying and not resigning cause life in Milan is... as expensive as giving birth.
You walk out of the HQ, trying to stop a cab when your phone vibrates, you look down and find Chris texting you.
C: 'Dinner tonight?'
You chuckled looking at his text.
(Y/N): 'Too tired to go out, sorry, maybe another time?'
C: 'I'll pick you up from the airport and drive you back.'
C: 'I ordered Italian already'
(Y/N): 'If Italian means pizza... I'm not up risking my sleep for it.'
C: 'I hate you.'
C: 'See you at 6.'
You laughed as you stopped a cab to go straight to the airport. You texted your brothers and Scott, to see if they're coming home on Christmas since the moms and their friends decided to went on a long holiday to Bali until the new year. All of them got plans, that leave you alone with no plans at all. Matt & Leah are going to Leah's family, Beau's heading to Boise to spend time with his friends, Eric is typical, he'll bounce here and there randomly, Scott's staying in New York, and Chris is shooting a movie.
You slept the whole trip to LA and didn't even get the chance to eat the snack you bought. The flight attendant woke you up as you looked around and found yourself alone on this plane. "Oh, I'm sorry." you said, the flight attendant smiled at you. "No worries, Miss. Hope you had a pleasant trip with us." you smiled back at her as you make your way out, turning on your phone and finding so many missed calls from Chris.
Pressing his name on your phone to dial him, "Hello?" "Are you okay? Everyone's out but you?" you rub your eyes, and the only thing you want to do is sleep now. "I'm on my way out, apparently the flight attendant lets me sleep and I was the only one here." Chris exhales, relieved knowing that you're okay.
Chris spotted you walking towards him sleepily. You can barely keep your open. He watches you walk, she's slouching, what a silly girl, he thought as he made his way to you, helping you with your bags. "Hi," you try to smile wide but ended up pouting. "I'm so tired." you added throwing yourself onto him as he gave you a hug. Chris laughed, "Alright, alright, to eat we go." you groan in frustration.
"Can't you just drive me home?"
He shook his head no. "Dodger wants to say hi."
"Why didn't you just bring him with you and drive me home?" you said, Chris stopped for a second, making a huh-face. "Huh.. that's a really good idea, wonder why I didn't go there." you fake a cry as he opens the door for you and you slide onto the passenger seat. Knocked out.
Chris turns his head to you and smiles. Maybe she doesn't know it but whatever it is that we end up having, I want her in my life for long. Longer than she had already been.
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