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capsicle-evans · 7 months
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The Make Believe Ms Evans
Summary: A PR marriage between Y/N and Chris Evans has skyrocketed their careers but their sex lives has never been this low. Up until now.
Warnings: unprotected sex, swearing
Series Master Post
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
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“What are you reading?” Chris raises one eyebrow, moving his attention away from Dodger to me.
“Nothin” I blush, sitting up in a straighter position.
“Sure and that’s why you’ve been whimpering and pressing your legs for the last 5 minutes” He rolls his eyes and before I can stop him, he snatches the book right out of my hands.
“Give it back, you dick” I try to retrieve it from his hands but he is so much stronger than me so he keeps me away with just one arm.
“Let’s see” He scans the pages as a grin spreads over his lips. “Oh we haven’t done that”
“Give me that” I manage to get my book back, giving him a dirty look before settling back down on the couch. “You are such a kid sometimes”
“Why are so so ashamed?” Chris frowns. “It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked by now”
“I know” I blush as the mental picture of a naked Chris floods my mind. “It’s just… forget about it”
“Y/N” Chris’s frown deepens as he steps closer to me. “You have been eaten out, right?”
Why can the Earth just swallow me whole right now? Why must I go through this? I mean it’s not like it’s my fault, but still.
“Of course” I roll my eyes before placing the book over my face to block Chris stare. “Leave me alone”
I try to focus back on the story, the words of intimacy that lay before be sending warm waves through my body. I clench my thighs as the main character is being stimulated by her male counter part, her pussy being consumed by his mouth.
I jump a little in my spot when I feel a warm hand pushing up the hem of my dress. “What-?” I move my book away to look down where Chris lays in between my legs, his hands tugging at my underwear. I try to speak but the words get stuck at the back of my throat as my core gets exposed right on front of Chris’s face. “Chris” I try to grab his head to push him away but he shakes it off.
“Just relax” He looks up at me, his eyes turned a deep shade of stormy blue. “Read to me”
“What?” I pant as he connects his lips to my inner thigh. He points at my book with a little nod, darting his tongue out to taste the saltiness of my skin. “No, I want to-“
“Read to me or I’ll stop” He gives me a pointed look as he grabs both of my legs to drape them over his shoulders.
“Fine” I grunt before placing the book back in front of my face as Chris moves a couple of inches closer to my throbbing center. “I needed release” I start reading, feeling Chris’s breath fanning my pussy. “I needed Simon to let me reach it, but every time I got close, he’d pull away”
“I should do that with you” Chris grins against my skin before finally swiping his tongue between my folds. The new sensation pushes my legs together, smothering Chris closer to my pussy. “Keep reading, Y/N” Chris grunts against me before pulling my clit as he sucks on it.
“I can’t” I gasp as he spreads me open with his big hands. His tongue darts inside me forcing his chin to rub against me so his beard burns against my thighs. Chris looks up at me before removing his mouth from me.
“Be a fucking good girl and read” Chris bites into my thigh before reaching up to place the book back into my hands. “Or I won’t eat you, bunny”
The pet name makes me blush so I grab the book to hide my face. Smiling up, Chris moves back to his mission. This time he spreads my fold, my puss glistening and blushing under his gaze. A sudden embarrassment takes over me so I focus on the words in front of me. “His mouth is demanding and savoring my core” as I say this, Chris’s tongue tortures my clitoris, his fingers digging into my skin. I drop the book again so my hands can fly to his hair, digging in between his golden locks.
“The bo-“
“Shut up” I push his head against me, muffling his words. I can feel him grinning against me as he intensifies his swipes across my pussy, focusing on my clitoris every once in a while.
“Do you like this?” Chris’s raspy voice breaks through my moans. “God you make the best sounds”
“Chris” I moan his name as he starts fucking me with is tongue and his thumb massages my bud. “I’m so close”
“Yeah, cum over my tongue, bunny” Chris replaces his thumb with his lips and his index fingers starts fucking my pussy, thrusting hard into me. “I want to feel you clench around my finger”
I feel the pressure building, the need for release making me shudder against his touch. I pull on his hair, the waves of pleasure rising as he laps at my lips and when he adds a second finger, I’m a goner.
“Fuck fuck fuck” I pant, shaking under him as I my release rides away under his mouth. I’m trashing under him so Chris grabs my hips, pinning me down.
“God I want to be inside you” Chris holds himself up as he undoes his pants. His dick springs out, wanting to join the action.
“Please, Chris” I grab his white shirt, pulling him down to me. “Fuck me”
“Your wish is my command” He plants a quick kiss before plunging inside of me. “Damn, you feel so good around me. So tight and wet”
“You stretch me so good, Daddy” I moan out and suddenly Chris goes stiff over me. My hands fly to my mouth, realizing the words that just came out of me. “Shit sorry”
Chris eyes are almost black, his chest heaving and the vein on his neck pulsing. “Say it again”
Fuck. I grab his neck so our foreheads are touching. “Make me cum again, Daddy” I whine against his lips as his hand wraps around my neck, gripping just enough.
“You like that?” Chris starts entering me faster and harder, pressing down on my neck to gain stability. “Open up, baby girl”
His thumb tugs at my lips so I make an O shape with my mouth. Pulling me closer by the neck, Chris spits in my mouth. I lick my lips close and guide his face to the crook of my neck. “I’m so close, so close”
Chris bites into my collarbone as his hips roll faster before becoming sloppy and erratic. “I’m cummin, fuck” Chris moans hard as I feel him spilling inside of me.
His orgasm and moans send me over the edge once again. My nails ding into his back as the waves of pleasure consume my every senses.
Sex was always okay with my exes, my vibrator achieving more than they ever did. Until Chris. He fucks me up so good, I always end up wrecked, exhausted and destroyed.
Chris pulls out from inside of me but makes no intention of getting off me, his cum dripping along my thighs. “Move” I laugh as he rests his head over my boobs.
“Give me a minute, woman” He sasses me. “If I move, I might pass out”
“Ugh fine” I roll my eyes, throwing my arm over my face.
I can feel his chest rising and falling over mine, his shallow breaths colliding with my covered nipple. Too focused on his heaving chest, my eyes begin to drift off, my eyelids getting too heavy to keep them open. And the last thing I can remember is a sigh that passes through Chris’s lips.
***
My dry mouth slowly wakes me up, the urge for a glass of water strong in the back of my throat. My eyes flutter open and it takes me a couple of seconds to adjust to the darkness. I rub my eyes to remove the sleep that still holds on, the clock on the wall flashing 2:00 am. Fuck, last time I remember, it was 8:47 pm, right after Chris and I had dinner. Chris.
My head snaps to my chest as a golden mane rests peacefully over my chest. Chris is still deep into his sleep so I try not to wake him up but I need to get out of here. As a small woman, a very tall man laying over me is not really good for my blood flow. I can tell my legs are almost numb from being under him. I try to push him softly on his side so that I can roll away and leave him sleeping here.
“Mm” Chris purrs against my skin, his ocean eyes blinking open slowly.
“Sorry” I whisper, placing my hand over his shoulder blade. “I just need some water”
“Yeah sure” Chris straightens up and I can feel the stickiness he left behind over.
“Okay, and a shower as well” I laugh as I move towards the kitchen, Chris following close behind.
“And is there room for me?” He gives me puppy eyes as I fill my glass up with water.
“Hm that depends” I pretend to think as I bring the glass up to my lips. “Are you going to behave?”
Chris walks to stand behind me, his hands immediately reaching for my hips. He dips his head down to nuzzle my neck. “No, I won’t”
Chris pushes my hips back against his erection as his free hand takes purchase of my nipple. “You know what drives me crazy?”
“What?” I barely speak as his tongue savors the skin behind my ear.
“The way you look right after I’ve fucked you” His other hand hides under the hem of my shorts, softly massaging my entrance over my panties. “Your face right after your orgasm is so fucking hot, your mouth all swollen up and red and so so tempting”
“Chris” I gasp, gripping the edge of the kitchen counter as Chris’ index finger dips inside of me.
“Yes, how you moan my name also makes my pants explote” He adds a second finger in, forcing my head to fall back against his chest. “I also love it when you were sun dresses and you bend down and I get to look at your perfect ass”
With that, Chris slaps my butt cheek, sending shivers straight to my core. “You know how many times I touched myself with that imagine in my mind? How I pictured you riding me reverse cowgirl, your ass slamming against my skin?”
“I need you Chris” I manage to speak, my eyes closed as my hips follow the rhythm of his hand.
“Come here” Chris spins me around to pick me up. “Wrap your legs around me, bunny”
With me in his arms, Chris walks us to the shower in his bathroom. I take my time to ravage his neck with my mouth, earning moans and praises when I dig my teeth softly in his skin
“If you don’t stop, we are not gonna make it to the shower”
Chris puts me down so he can turn the water on and let if warm up to us. “Off with those clothes”
“So impatient” I grin, pulling down my shorts, revealing my damp red panties.
“You are so fucking hot” Chris admires me as I remove the rest of my clothes. “Really why didn’t we start this sooner?”
“Don’t know, but now we have all the time in the world” I pull him down by the neck to meet my lips. I grab the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head. His pants come off soon after and he guides me into the shower, the hot water steaming up the entire room.
“Come here” Chris hugs my waist and pulls me under the shower head, water splashing us.
“Last time I saw you here” I grin, gripping his arm muscles. “You were pleasuring yourself”
“Really?” He grins, blush straining his cheeks. “Do you want to know what I was thinking about?”
“What?” I bite my bottom lip.
“You in that pink night gown” Chris presses his hip against me, his tip tickling my belly. “And how much I wanted to take it off and fuck you so hard”
“Chris” I breath out, my pussy clenching at his words. “Show me”
***
“What the fuck?” A loud shrink wakes me up, making me jump on my spot. “WHAT THE FUCK?”
I look at the door when Polly and Claire have their mouths wide open and staring back at me.
“Can you two shut up?” I groan, letting by head fall back into the pillow.
“Please” Chris whines behind me and that’s when I realize what is happening.
I fell asleep on Chris’ bed. After sex. He is naked. I’m naked. Claire and Polly are here. Fuck.
“Like Hell” Claire replies to me. “Can you guys fucking explain?”
“Do you want me to explain to you how I fucked my wife?” Chris rolls his eyes as he pulls away from me, still holding on to the bed spread.
“I think I’m having a fucking seizure” Polly brings her hand up to her head. “I’m about to have an aneurysm”
“Stop being so dramatic” I roll my eyes, reaching for a towel thats on the floor near my side of the bed. “You guys should be delighted”
“With the two of you, we never know” Claire shakes her head before tossing Chris his pants from the floor. “Get ready. You’ll explain later. Your stylists are here to get you ready for the event”
Agh of course, the fundraiser for the Children’s Hospital.
“Fine, be down in five” I wave them off as I move pass them towards my room.
“No funny business” Polly points at the two of us.
“As if I last 5 minutes” I hear Chris reply and then a loud thud. Probably some shoe aimed towards Chris.
And the rest of the morning is spent with people running around doing my hair and makeup, Chris trying on different suits and Polly and Claire staring at us like we grew a second head.
I can tell they want to grill us with questions but every time they try to approach the subject, someone else walks into the room and they have to turn their attention to something else. It’s not until we are all seated at out assigned table at the event that Polly finally breaks the silence.
“So how long?” She asks us, her voice un almost a whisper to not gain any attention.
“The day after the premiere” Chris replies, bringing his whiskey up to his lips.
“Ok not that long then” Claire nods. “Should we be concern?”
“Because I’m having sex with my wife?” Chris asks and I almost choke on a piece of cheese. “No, I don’t think so”
“You guys hated each other less than two weeks ago” Claire places her hands on the table, leaning forward so that only us can hear. “If this goes wrong I can only imagine how hard it’s gonna be for us”
“Relax” I roll my eyes, leaning back into my chair. “We are adults, we know what we are doing”
“That does nothing to calm me” Polly shakes her head. “But if there’s one thing I know about you two is that you never make our jobs any easier”
“Can we please just drop it?” Chris sounds more irritated now. “We are married, as you have made emphasis on for the last four months, we are getting along. Leave it alone”
“Fine” Polly slumps back down on her chair. “I just don’t even have the energy for this”
“Great” Chris nods before turning to me. “I’m gonna go say hi to some friends, do you want to come?”
“No, it’s okay” I wave him off. “I actually wanna see the garden so I’ll go for a walk”
“I can join you if you want” Chris offers but I know he hasn’t seen his friends in a while.
“No, it’s okay” I smile at him. “I saw Ana de Armas a couple of minutes ago, I’ll ask her to keep me company” Ana and I became really good friends on set whenever I had to pay a visit to my beloved husband.
“Kay” Chris stands before placing a kiss on my cheek. “See ya in a bit”
I follow him until he disappears from my view and my eyes fall back to the two ladies in front of me. “Stop fucking staring”
“It’s just so fucking weird honestly” Polly shakes her head before bringing her glass of wine up to her lips. “I’m gonna need more of this honestly”
“Fine whatever, I’m gonna go for a walk” I grab my clutch and walk away from the table.
I look around the beautiful garden to decide what to do. I spot Ana deep in a conversation with someone so I decide better not to step into their conversation. I decide to check out the paintings that are being displayed for the fundraiser. Most of them are floral themed and filled with pastel colors and soft drawings.
“Do you like it?” A deep voice startles me as I’m gazing closely up at a painting. “Sorry didn’t mean to scare you”
“It’s okay” I wave him off before turning my attention back to the painting. “Yeah, it’s gorgeous”
“Good, cuz I painted it” He beams at me proudly. “Jaques, nice to meet you”
“Y/N, like wise” I extend my hand to shake it but he grabs it and brings it up to his lips. I pull it back quickly as I feel my cheeks go warm “You must be proud of your work”
“Very much so” He steps a bit closer to me. “And tell me Y/N, do you paint?”
“No no” I chuckle, grasping my glass of wine with both of my hands. “I always wanted to but never got around to doing something about it”
“What a shame” He gives me a side smile. “I’m pretty sure someone as beautiful as you would only creat art just as beautiful”
I feel myself physically cringing but I try not to be rude so I just smile.
“I could give you some lessons” He steps closer, his hand reaching for my elbow to pull me closer. “We could meet and I could show you everything you need”
Before I can open my mouth or step away from him, I feel a big hand wrap around my waist and pull me away hard until I’m pushed into someone’s chest. I look up to find Chris with his eyes set hard over Jaques. “Chris?” My voice comes out squeezed as he presses me against his side. Chris manages to peel his eyes away from Jaques to look down at me.
“Hi, Bunny” He winks down at me before leaning down to connect our lips in a kiss that anyone would consider inappropriate in public. He finally pulls away to look back to Jaques. “Am I interrupting anything?”
“No, I was just telling Y/N that I could give her some painting le-”
“Ms. Evans” Chris interrupts Jaques and I feel my cheeks burning but my pussy as well. Fuck who knew possessive Chris was such a turn on.
“What?” Jaques almost stumbles with his words.
“She is Ms. Evans to you” Chris makes emphasis on this by showing up his ring. “And about those painting classes, I don’t think they’ll be necessary. If she wants to we can get her another teacher. Now if you excuse us, my wife and I have somewhere to be”
Chris doesn’t even let Jaques form a reply before he is turning us away. “There was no need to be rude” I try to glare at Chris but his eyes look so stormed up that my words come out in breaths.
“There was no need for him to touch you” Chris guides me towards some stairs that lead to the foyer of the mansion where event is being held.
“Where are we going?” I frown when I notice Chris is moving us towards a hallway.
“To teach you some lessons, not painting ones” He pushes me into a room before locking the door behind us. “But a lesson nonetheless”
I moan as he pushes himself against me and his mouth takes over mine. “Chris, someone could hear us”
“Better, then”
***
“Look, our first sex scandal” I grin as I show Chris the pictures someone manage to snap of us going inside the manor and then walking back out with my hair a little undone and Chris’ shirt poorly button up.
“Claire and Polly must be thrilled” He grins as I flop down next to him on his bed.
“I think they actually were” I laugh as I show them the text that they sent me. “Everyone is talking about us and all those rumors of divorce seem to be a thing of the past”
“Good” Chris smiles down at me before looking down through my night gown at the hickey he left right over my left boob. “Sorry about that”
“It’s nothing” I wave him off. “I’m just wearing turtle necks until next week I guess”
“Uh, it’s a shame no one is going to see my work of art” He grins, pulling me by the waist so that I’m pressing up against him.
“Oh no mister” I laugh, pressing my hands against his chest to push back away from him but his grip is tighter. “I’m all sore, you need to let me rest”
“Fine” He rolls his eyes but he doesn’t let ho of me.
His blue eyes stare down into mine and suddenly I feel my throat dry up. His eyes flicker between mine and my lips before he leans in to touch my forehead with his.
“Chris” I breath out, my heart going a haywire as he nuzzles my nose with his. “I should probably go to my room”
“Y/N” Chris covers my neck softly with his hand to connect our lips for a brief kiss. “Stay”
“I have my room” I reach for his hand with mine but don’t pull away. “We have separate rooms for a reason”
“I don’t think I remember that reason anymore” He grins against my lips before moving his lips down to my neck. I expect him to tease me there but he just stays there and pulls me hard against his chest. “Stay”
“Okay”
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Hi i know it’s been forever but I kinda got stuck. I have proofread it so sorry for the mistakes
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stylesmygucci · 2 years
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-𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 || 𝐂.𝐄
Pairing: dad!husband!chris x reader
Content warning: fluff, mentions of sex
Word count: 1.1k
A/n: After literal months of not posting for Chris, I give you this sweet little bit<3 masterlist
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Cries. The thing I dreaded most at two in the morning. It was either a messy diaper or hunger.
“Babyyy,” Chris groaned.
“Don’t baby me, it’s your turn.”
The bed squeaked followed by the heavy pattings of his feet. He grumbled something under his breath but I was too tired to even bother to listen.
Eventually, the crying stopped and Chris’ light singing sparked through the baby monitor. My eyes shut and I hoped, hoped, hoped that I could reach the seven hours of sleep mark.
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A drooler was what our baby was, just like his father. He was up and smiling by the time I wiped away his dried saliva with a wipe. A change of diaper and a new bottle and he was set while I tried to cook breakfast— right after throwing a big tantrum.
It seemed all I remembered to cook was eggs. Chris got so tired of them that he started buying Raisin Bran (no amount of teasing was enough to convince him he was growing an old man).
“Coffee?”
I turned to look at Chris: dad slippers on, hair spiking everywhere, and more strands of grey on his beard than yesterday.
“Was just about to put it on.”
He hummed before kissing my lips. He went straight to our boy and smothered him with kisses until he whined.
“Why so cranky?! Just like your mother.” He said before bothering him with one more.
He began to cry and I gave Chris a look.
“I just want to love you, bud.” He picked him up from his seat, hushing him while he made his way to the pantry, taking out the Raisin Bran.
“I told you he doesn’t like to be smothered, he’s whiny in the mornings.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He brushed off. He poured his cereal. Our little baby babbled in his shoulder, lip still quivering from the small cry.
I always ignored the small back comments we gave each other. I know he doesn’t mean to be mean, he’s just tired. Like me. Sleep deprivation and waking up early does that to parents, it makes them cranky and moody.
The kettle started hissing. I immediately turned the stove off, poured out two cups and dropped one at the table where Chris now sat with our baby on his lap.
He played peek-a-boo with one hand, getting small smiles from our love. He’s so good with him (except when he forgets our love doesn’t like too many kisses). These past few months seem like a fever dream, too good to be true— maybe because of the lack of sleep.
There was shuffling, music, and shaking of those loud beads that drove me crazy at times. Our baby was giggling in his bouncer chair, jumping up and down at the sound of the small piano toy in front of him.
“Did he poop this morning?”
“Yeah, he did.”
Chris smiled. We were kind of running out of things to talk about. Our conversations were about baby or sex, no in between. First time parenting was difficult, and our stubbornness didn’t allow us to accept anymore help than we were given.
“I kinda miss dodge.” I said, scraping the last of my eggs off my plate.
“Kinda?” He sounded unconvinced, maybe even offended.
“Okay, a lot.” I admitted in a laugh. “Miss his stinky breath and those nights he’d split us up in bed.”
We had to let Scott take Dodger off our hands for a couple months, at least until our kid was old enough and we’d be able to manage the both of them. I knew Chris missed him, but we visited him almost every weekend to get rid of that grief.
He laughed. “I miss him too.”
He drank his milk and I got up to take his bowl before he stood.
“Can you change Bub’s diaper? I’ll wash the dishes.” I kissed his cheek. He nodded and sipped his coffee.
Hours upon hours, we sat back as our baby played with toys, crawled to corners we were too scared to let him close to, and put stuff in his mouth that he wasn’t supposed to.
Chris pulled away to take calls upstairs, meetings and all sorts of things for work. Sometimes I felt bad for pulling him away from his passion, but no matter how I try to reason with him, he states that our baby is the best thing that’s happened to him. I don’t question it at all.
My tired eyes don’t keep me away from seeing how much love Chris holds in his heart for our baby. It’s the type he’d get after coming home to dodger and i after being away for several months, only ten times stronger.
I hummed as I paced back and forth; baby on shoulder, and his babbling going quiet.
Spotting Chris from behind me, I raise my brows in question. Our one language we used when we tried to avoid waking this whiny baby up.
He smiled and nodded. “Knocked out.” He whispered.
I sighed and offered bub to his dad. He took him cautiously, and shushed him his whole way to the room.
Finally, after almost an hour of “sleepy music for baby’s”, I sat down and changed it to Gracie and Frankie. Even their jokes weren’t enough to keep me from falling asleep on the couch.
A hand ran over my shoulder, along with a blanket.
He kissed my head and told me he loved me.
“Chris-“ I held him back. He looked down at me with sleepy eyes. “Lay with me.”
He only gave me a tired smile, so obviously thinking of there was anything important he had to do before a break. He didn’t, or at least he didn’t care.
He turned on the baby monitor and put it beside the shut-off tv. Soon after, he carefully took his place beside me on the thin couch. He laid on his side, brushing soothing lines on my shoulders. My eyes stayed shut, too heavy to lift without me giving an effort.
“We need a getaway.” I mumbled. He laughed lightly before kissing my shoulder.
“That we do.”
“Like a real one, on the beach. Maybe the Hamptons?”
He let out a gut laugh at that, quickly muffling it in my shoulder. I couldn’t help but furrow my brows. I turned to face him and slowly opened my eyes.
“What’s wrong with the Hamptons?”
“Nothing, baby, nothing.” He cooed, kissing my forehead. “I just would’ve thought the Bahamas or Hawaii.” He smiled.
“Those sound good too.” I let my eyes close again. “I just miss fucking you.”
Then again, he laughed. My comfort.
“I do too.”
“Do too, what?” I yawned.
“Miss fucking you.” He kisses my forehead.
“I hope so.” I dug my head deeper into his chest, taking in every inhale and exhale, every beat of his heart, and the soft hums he let out.
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astranva · 2 years
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Coffee and Bagel.
Word Count: 2.5k
Category: Angst-ish, fluff
Warning: curse words
Summary: Overprotective!Chris and pregnant!actress!reader get swarmed by paps and Chris loses his shit when reader almost trips.
Follow the couple's life here.
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You loved going on short walks ever since you became pregnant.
The swelling of your feet was always very frequent, and it was why you didn’t favor walking and standing on them for too long, especially since the big bump you carried around not only strained your ankles, but your back as well.
“I can’t remember the last time I had coffee,” you said, fixing the big t-shirt you were wearing that rightfully so belonged to Chris, but since your marriage, what was his was yours, and what was yours, was yours. 
“You deserve that treat,” Chris said from his place on the floor, tying your shoe laces.
You hummed, one hand on his shoulder to keep yourself steady, “You know, I’m so ready for the baby to be here,” you said, “Need my caffeine so bad.”
Chris chuckled as he stood up, “I think it’s not just caffeine you need,” he said, “I think–I think you miss having good back days.”
You groaned, “God, yes,” you cradled your bump, “And not having you scolding me for, I don’t know, going up a step or something,” you giggled, teasing your husband who rolled his eyes at you with a smirk.
“You do dangerous shit, Y/N,” he reasoned, “You do!” He confirmed when you laughed, “Like–Come on, stepping on a chair to get turmeric from the shelf?”
“What else was I supposed to do?”
“Wait for me,” he pointed at himself, “Why else am I here?”
You gasped dramatically, “Oh-Oh, so you’re just here to bring down stuff now? Never mind the woman that you got pregnant, never mind her feelings. Never mind that she needs some loving on, some affec-”
“Stop, stop,” Chris laughed, wrapping his arms around you before he pecked your lips a couple of times, causing you to giggle, “And I’m here to love on you,” he said, “Also I wasn’t the only one who got you pregnant. If I–If I remember correctly, we were both o-”
“We’re not going to talk about it,” you shook your head, “Absolutely not.”
He laughed before pressing his lips against yours, “Ready to go?”
You hummed, fixing your hair, “Let’s go before you decide I need to be on bed rest or something.”
“Actually–”
“No,” you put your hand on his mouth, “No.”
With your statuses, you and Chris almost always expected paparazzi taking your pictures and trying to get any answers and statements out of you. 
With your fingers intertwined with Chris’s, you walked on the sidewalk, only 5 shops away from your coffee place, and already, 3 men were in front of you, walking backward so they could film you and your husband.
“We should’ve brought the car,” Chris said quietly, his hold tight on your hand, and his body stiff as if he was getting ready to attack at any given moment.
“I miss walking to get my coffee,” you told him, fixing your sunglasses on your face, “Are you okay?”
Chris smiled softly, removing his hand from yours so he could wrap his arm around your shoulder, “I am. Are you?”
You nodded, keeping your face down from the paparazzi.
“Y/N, Chris, do you know the gender of the baby?”
“Y/N, you’re looking big!”
“How far along are you?”
“Are we going to see you on the big screen again soon?”
“Y/N, how do you feel about Chris’s new projects?”
You took a breath, concealing yourself against Chris before he stepped a little to the side, finally opening the door to the coffee place and letting you get in before him.
The soft mummers could be heard, and you could always feel when the phones were out, “discreetly” taking pictures of you and your husband. 
Chris’s hands were on your shoulders from behind as the both of you walked to the familiar cashier you had befriended two years ago from how frequently you and Chris got coffee and bagels from that place.
“Hey, Omar,” you beamed at the 20-year-old boy.
“Hey, man,” Chris also greeted with a smile, “How’s it going?”
“Hey, you two!” Omar grinned, “These assholes giving you a hard time out there?” He nodded his head towards the door at the paparazzi.
Chris sucked in a breath, “When are they not?”
You glanced behind you at the door before your eyes widened, “Fucking hell, they got more.”
Omar shook his head, “We’ll help you get back to the car, no worries.”
“We walked,” you said with a small chuckle, “Bad idea.”
“Oh shit,” Omar made a face, “You can Uber though.”
“That’s a good idea,” Chris agreed, “What do you think, honey?”
You shrugged before letting out a huff, “I just want my coffee and bagel.”
Both chuckled, before Omar spoke, “The usual?”
You and Chris nodded as you leaned back against Chris while putting your hands under your bump to support it. 
Chris paid, leaving a generous tip for Omar and his other colleague, Mona, before the both of you moved to the side, him pulling out a stool for you to sit on before he stood beside you.
He glanced back at the door, a sigh leaving his lips as his eyebrows furrowed in exasperation. Your hands moved to clutch his t-shirt from the sides, making him look at you, “We can get an Uber,” you told him, sensing his anxiety.
“I wanted you to walk like you wanted,” he said, looking at you in defeat with a tilt of his head.
You shook your head slightly, “It’s okay. Just another LA day,” you said, “I’ll walk as much as I want when we go to Boston after your press is done,” you assured him as you looked up ay him, “Loosen up, will you? We’re fine.”
Chris only sighed, wrapping his arms around you to bring you in a hug, his lips pressing a kiss to your head. He pulled away, his hand instantly finding your baby bump, bringing a smile to his face, “Hey, bubba,” he cooed, softly rubbing your bump.
You smiled, one of your hands reaching up 
to softly graze his arm as you looked down at your 7-month bump.
“Hollywood!” The barista called out the name that she and Omar had created for you and Chris, sliding your drinks before giving you your cream cheese and salmon bagel.
“Thanks, Mona,” you smiled at the hijabi, taking your order from her.
“Any time, Hollywood. You have a good day,” she waved at you with a beam.
“You, too,” Chris smiled at her before she went back to her job, “Do you want to drink here or do you want us to leave?”
“Let’s just leave,” you said, wiggling your butt to get off of the stool before Chris was quick to hold on your waist, a worrying frown between his eyebrows as he helped you down. You let out a breath, “Even getting off a stool is a huge deal.”
Chris only chuckled, watching you take your bagel out of the wrap to take a bite, “Oh shit, the Uber,” he muttered, taking his phone out to request a car, “Come on, let’s sit you back down.”
“No no, I’m fine,” you assured him with a shake of your head, opting to lean on the chair a little.
“You sure?” 
“Yeah, don’t worry.”
Chris thought that the universe was working in his favor because the moment he requested an Uber, it was only 2 minutes away.
He raised his eyebrows, “Two minutes.”
You hummed as you chewed, nodding at your husband as you stood straight before swallowing, “What’s the car?”
“It’s,” Chris smirked, tilting his head at you, “It’s a Honda Civic.”
With being the highest paid actress in the industry, with brand deals, and high-grossing movies, no amount of money could have ever made you let go of your hatchback 2008 black Honda Civic. Sure, that beat-up baby remained parked at your other house, but you clung to it like it was a child.
That explained the way your face beamed, making Chris burst out laughing, wrinkles by his eyes as he threw his head back a little.
“Don’t shit me,” you grinned excitedly.
“I’m not, baby, I’m not,” he laughed, showing you his phone.
You giggled, “It’s like—It’s like finding a missing sibling.”
At that, Chris laughed again, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to bring you closer to him, his hand stroking your head softly for a moment, “You’re actually crazy, you know that?”
“It’s a good car,” you reasoned, pulling away to look at him, “It’s super comfortable, and it’s—it’s, like, spacious but also compact. It’s just so perfect.”
“You’re a dinosaur for still having that car.”
“Says the person who had an iPhone 6 in 2022,” you replied back, teasing him with a raised eyebrow.
“It was a 6S,” he raised a finger, giving you a look as he put one hand on his hip.
“Oh, I’m sorry, so you’re not that much of a fossil, right,” you nodded jokingly, laughing when he poked your side.
“He’s here,” Chris announced, looking at his phone, “Here, let me take your bagel,” he offered.
You frowned, moving the bagel away, “But I want to eat it.”
“While we’re walking?”
“Yeah?”
“Okay,” he chuckled, rubbing your bump, “I’d rather not piss you off.”
“Good boy,” you teased, leaning to peck his lips after you had stood straight.
Chris linked your arms together, his smile falling from his face at the sight of the paparazzi who seemed to triple outside.
“Don’t let go, okay?” He asked.
“Do you need help?” Mona asked, “I can get Omar to help,” she said, pointing at her colleague.
“That’d be—That would be great actually,” Chris replied.
Omar and Mona were quick to switch, with the former hurrying towards you, “Let’s go, Hollywood,” he said as he pulled the door open, reaching his arms out, “Get back! Get back! Get back—Habibi, you’ll hurt someone like that, lak ya Allah!” (Love, you’ll hurt someone like that, oh my God!)
Omar, a bearded, tall 20-year-old wasn’t enough to handle the invasive men with cameras, and even though you kept your head low, and Chris had his other arm in front of you, you felt like you were close to crying and you probably had the pregnancy hormones to blame.
“Y/N! Chris! Is it true you’re getting a divorce?!”
“What are you going to name your baby?!”
“Chris, is it true you cheated on Y/N with Ana de Armas?!”
It was when Chris felt your body halt and turn that he quickly looked at you, noticing one man getting too close in your face.
“Can you take a step back, please?” You had respectfully asked, blocking your face with your arm.
“Hey! Hey, get the fuck back, man, get back,” Chris frowned, putting his arm between you and the man.
“I just want a shot, come on,” the man replied.
“I don’t care about your shot, get away from her,” Chris instantly replied back, his tone stern and getting louder, the veins in his neck looking prominent. 
It was what happened next that seemed to happen in a blur that had your heart dropping to your stomach.
You took two steps forward with Chris, and the next thing you know, your coffees were spilled on the floor, your bagel was lying upside down, and Chris had both arms around you, preventing your fall from tripping on another paparazzi’s foot. One of your hands instantly went to your bump while the other clutched on to Chris.
“For fuck’s sake!” Chris shouted, shielding you with his body, motioning with one arm while the other was behind him, wrapped around you, “Get the fuck out of here!”
“Calm down, man, it was just an accident!”
“She almost fell, dipshit! If you don’t move the fuck away, I promise you won’t have your jobs by noon,” he pointed, watching as everyone got quiet, “Get. the fuck. back! Is that so hard? Is that so hard?” He shouted before they quietly made a path for you and Chris.
Your husband turned back to you, holding your hand tightly in his, “Eyes on me, baby,” he said with urgency, “You okay to walk?”
You nodded, “I’m okay.”
Chris nodded, moving in front of you with one arm out and the other behind him, holding your hand before you reached the car.
He opened the door for you, “Easy there, let’s go, baby, good job, baby, that’s it,” he almost cooed as you got in before he followed beside you.
He quickly took out his wallet, and looked at you when you sniffled, “Give O something for the spilled coffees, too,” you muttered, rubbing your temple, knowing what Chris was about to do.
Chris took out $600, the only amount he had in cash, giving them to Omar who closed the door for you and Chris, “Thanks for the help, and sorry about the mess, man.”
“Really sorry, O,” you said sympathetically, genuinely feeling like you were seconds away from crying as you cradled your bump.
“That’s too much, Hollywood,” Omar shook his head at the both of you.
“It’s not,” Chris said, “Come on, just take them so we can leave these little shits.”
Omar reluctantly took the money, “Are you okay, Y/N?”
You nodded, giving him a small smile, “I’m okay, O. Thanks for the help,” you said. 
“I promise we’re working on the back entrance,” he said, a frown on his face.
“It’s alright,” you replied, “We’ll see you later.”
Omar nodded, waving at the both of you before your driver drove off.
“Should we stop at the hospital?” Chris asked you gently, turning his body to the side slightly as his eyes ran over you, checking for any bruises or any sign that you were hurt.
You shook your head, your eyes going tearful, “I’m okay.”
Chris noticed, his heart breaking and his face falling before he brought you into his chest, “Honey…”
“My bagel,” you cried.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered, rubbing your back, “I’ll make you one, how does that sound?”
“Not the same,” you cried again, “But—But thank you.”
At that point you were sobbing, holding on to Chris for dear life.
“You’re okay,” Chris mumbled to himself more than to you, “You’re okay, honey. You’re okay.”
“Are you okay?” You asked him, sniffling as you looked at him.
“I’m—I’m so mad,” he answered truthfully, “If something had happened to you, I—God, Y/N.”
You understood, nodding along to him before you placed your hands on his chest, “You did an amazing job.”
“You almost fucking fell, Y/N, do you know how—Do you know—“
“I didn’t,” you shook your head, “I didn’t fall and you handled it so fucking well, baby. So well.”
Chris sighed, reaching one hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose as he squeezed his eyes shut.
“Chriiiis,” you dragged, feeling your eyes get tearful again over your husband’s own tearful eyes, you placed your hands on his jaw, “We’re okay. I’m okay, you’re okay, the baby’s okay. I promise.”
“Yeah, just—That was—That was scary.”
You nodded, “It was,” you agreed, “But you handled it,” you said before pecking his lips, “And I love you for it.”
Chris sniffled, giving you a small smile, “I love you.”
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readers101 · 1 year
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Chris Evans and Y/N L/N welcome their second child
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Captain America actor Chris Evans and model Y/N L/N have had their second child. And like their first, it turned out to be a little boy.
Almost exactly two years ago, Y/N L/N (29), and Chris Evans (41), became parents to their son Xavier Evans. Now they have had their second child and according to some close sources, another boy has arrived.
Rumors that the supermodel was pregnant again started on July this year when the couple were out for a walk and Y/N appeared to have a pregnant belly and it turned out to be true. Some time after the first pictures she appeared on the cover of Vogue.
Chris Evans and Y/N L/N met in 2017, It was after Y/N was told from Mutual friends that she would click with him that she finally gave the actor a chance. They met at a bar in New York, close to where Y/N was living with her friends at the time. Turns out their mutual acquaintances were right and they clicked right away. In the spring of 2019, the couple got married in a private ceremony with just close friends and family members.
In the interview with Vogue, Y/N opened up about life as a mother to her son. With the model saying that she believes motherhood has made her a more empathetic and emotional person.
At the time of writing, the pair have not shared the name of their son yet. the couple has made it very clear that they won’t be sharing any pictures or information of both their children. Although we're dying for baby pictures, we can understand why they’ve made that decision and respect their wishes.
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celebtattletale · 1 year
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The Full Picture: Chris Evans and Y/N L/N confirm romance with pda-packed evening
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For years, fans have speculated a romance blossoming between actors Chris Evans (41) and Y/N L/N (30) after that starred together in murder mystery film ‘Knives Out’. And now it seems that they have finally confirmed that they are in fact a couple!
Two nights ago, the pair were seen out and about in London, seemingly on a low-key, romantic date, sharing kisses and wayward touches by the Thames.
L/N has been in the UK since July earlier this year, filming for her renewed role in 'Bridgerton' season 3, but the world seemed unaware that Evans had joined her. No one is sure how long he has been staying there or whether he has crossed the pond for a few days at most.
The actress has been spotted on nights out multiple times over the last couple of months, but this is the first time Chris has been seen with her, and the first time she has been seen with just one person rather than a group.
The couple was spotted by paparazzi on the banks of the River Thames, leaning into one another. They were all over each other with the PDA, clearly not having noticed the photographers watching them.
They were seen giggling and laugh to each other and sharing sweet pecks and passionate kisses, with Y/N's hands on Chris' chest underneath his coat, while his hands never left her waist and hips.
Fans were astounded when the photos of the couple were released, after years of theories floating around and situations being played off as 'coincidences'.
The conspiracy picked up more steam earlier this year, when many people speculated that the two were on a romantic getaway together to a foreign beach resort. Evans tweeted about his perfect holiday and not long after, L/N posted a photo of herself on holiday.
And now the relationship is actually confirmed! After the paparazzi photographs came out, the couple were prompted to officially out themselves on instagram with a joint post.
The two posted the same image with the same caption, of the two of them laid on the beach, reading together with the 'Knives Out' actress settled on her boyfriend's chest.
Fans went wild at the revelation, considering they have been shipping these two together for literally years, and now they know that they are officially together. However, no one has worked out when the relationship actually began.
Neither of the actors' PR teams have spoken out regarding the couple, giving their relationship status, the length of time they've been together, whether they live together... nothing!
There is no doubt now that fans with strive to work out a timeline for their relationship and place the exact moment that the two got together. And although they may not have wanted it to come out like this, I'm pretty sure the rest of the world is ecstatic at this revelation.
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toastedkiwi · 2 years
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Everybody’s Favorite Roommates
Summary: fan interactions/witnessing the chaos.
Pairing: Chris Evans x Roommate!Reader
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The roommates we never knew we needed have finally been seen outside of that very first zoom interview on Kelly Clarkson’s Show and those lovable Instagram Lives. With a collection of stories that our fans have sent in, we bring you the chaos that is Y/n Y/l/n and Chris Evans.
@/bitchesbewildin not gonna lie but Chris Evans and Y/n Y/l/n came into the Target I work at. They were in line at my register. Lizzo was playing on the speakers while they were waiting and Y/n said to Chris, “ooo, your baby mama is playing.” Chris turned to her and said, “I don’t hear you singing.” Her eyes got comically wide and she couldn’t even look at him. I don’t know if she’s pregnant but OMG!
@/anon1 my great grandma’s apartment was next to Y/n Y/l/n’s. My great grandma goes over and they’ll have tea and snacks together. Y/n will play classical music on her piano for her to hear once again. She even played all of Swan Lake. My great grandmother was a former ballerina so it meant a lot to her. Y/n even payed for the whole funeral and attended but she sat in the back and stayed in the shadows.
@/thisismyclarinetbitch ever since Juilliard opened back up, Y/n Y/l/n is roaming the halls with sheet music in hand. I have caught her on FaceTime with Chris Jamal Evans.
@/nobodylovesme y/n paid two thousand dollars to each one of us (some lowerclassmen at Juilliard) just to play Gary’s Song with her to send to her “roommate”. All she said was that she misses him.
@/idontgetpaidforthis it was Valentine’s Day. Chris Evans strolled into the flower shop I work at and he had this pissed off look on his face. Short story is that Y/n Y/l/n out did him for the holiday and the cats they have ate the flowers he got her.
@/whatsmyname my husband and I went to one of the Juilliard concerts to see my sister. We were seated next to Chris Evans who was by himself in whole ass tuxedo. He had a bouquet of flowers ready. His eyes lit up the second she got on the stage. She sang a few words before going “oh wait, I’m not here for that!” Everyone laughed and she played her piano piece which was just so beautiful and drastically different from her usual pop music. And no, we sadly didn’t see Chris give her the flowers.
@/anon2 I was lucky enough to be serving Y/n Y/l/n and Chris Evans. They were dressed up to the nines. He held her hand. He pulled out her chair— he was a complete gentleman to her. They both were so sweet to each other and to me! They were just so polite and actually conversed with me and asked me about myself. I got a huge tip when they finished up. And yes, I did see them kiss each other on the lips so I’m pretty sure they’re dating.
@/noahsbackpain I worked on the set of a recent music video that she did with Miley Cyrus. I overheard them talking about her “roommate” situation. The way Y/n talks about Chris is 🥺🥺. I’m so jealous.
@/dogslovemeeee3 I witnessed, at a dog beach, Chris take off his jacket and put it on Y/n because she said she was cold.
@/sebooway I was on the subway and across from me was Y/n Y/l/n and Chris Evans. They shared earbuds-like they had wires. I overheard them call each other “gramps” and “granny”. At one point they had given their seats to two elderly women and Chris was hanging onto one of the bars and Y/n hung onto his bicep.
@/anon3 y/n visited Chris on the set of ghosted recently. I got to watch her run up to Chris. He had to drop the coffee in his hand to catch her like Terry did with Jake on Brooklyn 99. I want that in my life.
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lu-morningstar · 2 years
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amor - Chris Evans [Social Media]
Part 1 | Part 2 | Can be read as stand-alones.
pairing: chris evans x singer!latina!reader
a/n: the first pic inspired me to write something and while I was writing illicit affairs (still a wip), I thought, wouldn't Danna Paola be amazing for a face claim? and boom, here you have it. Please enjoy and lmk your thoughts.
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fan1 omg Dodger 😍
fan2 who have him the right to look this good while driving
fan3 wanna ride shotgun with him
↳ fan4 I just wanna ride him 🤭🤗
fan5 am I the only one wondering who took the pic????
↳ fan6 I was gonna comment this lol
↳ fan7 is he seeing someone???
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yourusername got red cheeks. gracias sol ☀ thank you sun
yourbff good thing you ain't driving bebé
↳ yourusername it was 1 incident and it wasn't even my fault
fan1 why is Chris Evans's brother liking her posts??
↳ fan2 omg I didn't notice that? Is she his girlfriend or something?
anitta bella bella bella
↳ yourusername you more baby
fan5 she's on a road trip at the same time chris evans is... suspicious
↳ fan3 we don't know that. They could be friends that go on trips together or be in completely different places
fan4 omg ur so pretty
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yourusername he said "get your feet out of my dash" so I did this 🤷‍♀️
arianagrande ur mind!!!
↳ yourusername I love loopholes 😂
fan1 omg that's Chris's car!!!!
fan2 that's Chris Evans's car dash
↳ fan3 he liked the post!!!
fan4 so they are dating asdfgh!!!11!!!!
fan5 I love her heels
↳ fan6 does anyone know the brand???
↳ fan7 check ynylnscloset
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chrisevans mi amor ❤
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yourusername mi amorcito ❤️ chrisevans
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yourbff careful with those hands evans!
fan5 I love themmmm
fan1 parentssss
scottevans finally!
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yourusername amorcito 🤍
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chrisevans amorcito ❤️
↳ fan1 Chris solo sabe escribir amorcito lol
↳ fan3 he needs Spanish lessons rápido!
yourbff no credits for your photographer? ok.
fan5 they have matching bracelets
↳ fan2 omg they do!!!1!!
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fan1 Chris Evans and Y/N YL/N leaving the Golden Globes after making their debut as a couple on the red carpet.
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fan2 they are perfect if that ever exists
fan3 I didn't know I needed Chris Evans and Y/N YL/N dating in my life but now that we have it, it's amazing
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chrisevans cant wait for the song to come out!!!
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fan1 we are getting a new song!!!!
fan5 new music!!!
fan1 the glowwww
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chrisevans mi chica 😍 yourusername
fan5 Chris also knows mi chica. progress.
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↳ fan3 they said I love you in spanish rip me!!!!!!
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haleyboook · 9 months
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The Marriage Pact
When Sloan and Chris become reunited and get more than a few drinks in their systems they remember something from their past, and it includes a marriage pact they made a decade ago. But the two decide to follow through with the agreement and get married!
warnings: mentions of sex, drinking, and swearing
word count: 2,750
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“When I say birthday you say bitch!” My best friend Corrine shouts to the crowd of men at the bar
“Birthday”
“Bitch!”
“Birthday!”
“Bitch!!”
I shake my head at her as she remains standing on the bar stool across the way from me
I stare at the weird colored cocktail in my hands that she insisted I have
It’s extremely strong and very disgusting
“When Corrine texted me last week with an invite to celebrate your birthday I was honestly surprised.”
I look behind me quickly, seeing a very old friend that I haven’t spoken to in years
Chris smiles and hugs me tightly as I stare at him confused
“She invited you?”
“She invited a lot of people, clearly. How many of these people do you actually know Sloan?”
I look towards the groups of people and say “Probably about a fifth of them I’m acquainted with.”
His eyes widen as he laughs saying “Typical Corrine.”
“She sends out mass text messages, for all her parties. That’s where you come in, you must’ve accidentally been grouped in.”
He looks to me suspect saying “What you wouldn’t invite me by choice?”
I sigh saying “I don’t know, it’s been awhile.”
“Yeah it has, from what I’ve heard you’ve basically stopped acting?”
Shaking my head I say “Who told you that?”
He waves his phone saying “The internet. Your last show is going to be that sitcom? Really?”
“I need a break from acting. The roles I get are undeveloped and unenjoyable. I’m tired of playing the female arm candy in an action movie.”
“You’re done with Tom Cruises movies?”
I roll my eyes saying “Unless I get my own spin off, yeah.”
“That’s a shame. You’re so good at what you do, you need a better agent.”
Narrowing my eyes to him I say “It’s been at least 2 years since we’ve talked and this is what you want to talk about? What are you filming? Still at Marvel’s beck and call?”
He grumbles saying “funny. When you get a multi million dollar main character role you can have an opinion on my role but yeah I am still doing the marvel thing.”
“I can tell, you’re only in this good of shape when you’re filming marvel.”
“Thanks?”
I sigh and say “I also want a break to start a family or something. I’m ready to settle down.”
“Ah I see..”
“You want something to drink?” I ask
He nods saying “Yeah sure. What are you…having? Jesus what is that?” He motions towards the glittery glow in the dark drink in my hand
“It’s called a Sloan. Don’t ask me how Corrine thought of it, it’s nearly toxic waste.”
Chris looks over in the direction of our somewhat mutual friend getting men to shout in unison with her “I see she still has men wrapped around her finger.”
“She wouldn’t be Corrine if she couldn’t get men to wrap around her finger.”
“What’s she been up to in acting terms?”
I finish my drink and say “She’s in a new movie with Margot Robbie and Will smith.”
“Interesting pairing, I’ve gotta admit.”
I walk with him to the bar and the bartender says “What can I get you both?”
“Two more Sloan’s and also something drinkable.”
He smiles to us and Chris says “I’m not drinking that glittery toxic waste.”
“It’s my birthday are you forgetting that?”
“I hate when people leverage that. I already got you a gift. It’s in that disgustingly tall pile of gifts.”
“You owe me. It’s been 2 years since we’ve talked, you owe me.”
Grumbling he takes a sip as I carry the other drinks in my hands
He makes a face saying “It’s gross.”
I smile saying “good. Finish it.”
Shaking his head he says “this would kill my street cred y’know.”
“I’m sorry, what street cred?”
He scoffs as he finishes the drink and sets the glass down. He grabs the beer from my hand and says “I’m a beer guy, you know that.”
“And I’m a tequila gal, doesn’t mean Corrine cares.”
He nods and says “no family here today?”
I narrow my eyes to him saying “Surprised you didn’t read about that in the news.”
“What? What happened?”
Sighing I say “it is my birthday you know, and I really would like not discussing my family.”
“Fine, deal. No bringing up ex’s then.”
I smile saying “good. I was hoping you’d say that.”
“Does that mean you broke up with Garret??” He asks dumbfounded
Groaning I say “Don’t make me bring up Minka and Jessica.”
He groans loudly and says “I need more beer.”
He walks away and I follow as I laugh at his avoidance of the topic. I nudge him saying “Still want to ask about Garret?”
He narrows his eyes to me in annoyance as he pushes cash towards the bartender annoyed
“I’ll just ask him myself.”
I make a face and say “And Minka happens to go to the same spin class as me.” I smile to him
He huffs in annoyance and says “They wanted more and I wanted more time.”
I shake my head and say “Sounds about right.”
“Is that why you and Garret broke up?”
I scoff saying “No. Far from it. I wasn’t pushing him for more, he fell for his costar. She’s 10 years younger than me and she worships the ground he walks on. He told me about her and we were done. I threw his things off my balcony.”
His eyes widen and he says “Jesus.”
I shrug and say “There, you’re caught up on my romantic life.”
He laughs as I sigh, he says “I’m sorry. I was just curious. You guys were serious, at least I thought so.”
“We were, then I got swamped with work and he sought out comfort elsewhere. Fucking asshole..”
Chris and I laugh as I motion to the bartender for more tequila shots
“I have work tomorrow.”
“This should do nothing to you. Come on lightweight.”
The drunkenness quickly came over us as we just kept drinking together, the surroundings around us melted away as we caught up
“How’s your mom?” I ask as I squint at the beer in my hand
“She’s doing great. How’s yours?”
“Not going there right now.” I hum as I reach for my beer
“I think I’m drunk.” He says aimlessly as he stares at the ceiling that’s dimly lighting up the bar
“It feels great. It’s been too long.”
He smiles widely as my head hits his shoulder as I laugh and smile to him
His head rests on mine and he says “Another round please.” He motions towards the bartender
I spin the shot in my hand saying “This is the real Sloan! a shot and a beer to wash it down with… you know me so well.”
I smile to him as I turn my attention to him, he smiles saying “I’ve missed you so much.”
“Right back at you Evans. I’ve missed having friends that actually know me.”
We click our glasses together and say “Cheers to our reunion.”
He nods saying “Cheers to you, happy birthday Sloan Sloan.”
I smile and say “Ah I was wondering when that nickname was going to come up.”
I shoot back the shot and he follows after me a few seconds later
“Remember that stupid list we made?”
“When I was 22, i hadn’t met Garret yet and you were with Jessica. We wrote so many stupid things on that page.”
“Can’t remember what the paper even had on it.”
“We both wrote things we didn’t want each other to know for 10 years remember?”
I laugh and say “I remember.”
“God I wish we still had that paper.”
We both laugh as we sigh in defeat. I spin the liquid in the beer bottle as it dawns on me and I repeat “Under the three willow trees in our favorite park.. where the dog shit can’t be smelled from..”
He looks to me surprised and says “We buried it!”
I nod and he stands up quickly as I tumble out of my barstool from his sudden movement.
He steadies me as he holds my shoulders tightly
“We have to go.”
“What..?? This is my party!”
He nods saying “We have to go get it.”
I smile and say “Well okay I guess. But you owe me a cake I am going to miss my cake.”
“Deal.”
An Uber was called, we stumbled into the back seat as the woman says “You two alright back there?”
“Jimminy crickets we’re amazing! Oooo all this is for us? Okay… I see you.”
I grab the free candy and water she has set up for Uber guests
She pulls up to the park saying “You two going to be alright?”
Stumbling and basically rolling out of the car we laugh and i give her a thumbs up
“We’ll be perfect, thank you!” He thanks the driver as we approach the very dark park at this late of an hour
“I just love scary parks at this hour.”
“It’s not that late. It’s only like 1:30am or something like that.” He reassures me
As soon as we got to the trees I fell to my knees and struggled to dig at the grass. He laughed as he stumbled as he laughed so hard he fell over
I shush him and he laughs louder screaming “Who’s going to hear us out here!”
I crawl towards the play structure and steal some kids plastic pale and shovel
I dig at the grass and he grabs it from me saying “No, no let me.”
I sit back and watch as he digs with the weak shovel as it bends from his strength
He hits the box and I quickly push the shovel away as I impatiently pull the box that’s slightly damaged out
The dirt has eaten at it and the plastic bag hasn’t lasted very well
I guess it has been a decade
I pull the papers and read the list in my hands confused
I don’t remember this being in there
He pulls the bottom papers and reads them as I look through this written agreement that we signed
“Get this, I wrote that in ten years I hope I’ll be a more respectable actor and work on a award winning movie.”
He flips the page as he reads “In ten years I want to be married with a baby and a successful career. But all I really want is to be happy, whether that means giving up acting or not.”
His frown deepens as he looks to me as I read the list
1. Don’t let work get in the way of our friendship
Well clearly we didn’t follow up on that one
2. Help each other anytime it’s needed, career wise or otherwise.
He can’t help with things he doesn’t know about.
3. Always be each others backups, in any date scenario
That one was a stupid add, he only added that one because he knew he needed a date to his sisters wedding the next week. But I obliged.
4. In ten years, or less if we haven’t settled down and gotten married we’ll get married to each other
What the fuck ?!
I stare at the list of shit we wrote and I feel the stinging of a headache hit me as I go back to the first page
He pulls the other page from me as I go mute on him and he stares at me in confusion as I don’t respond to his questions
He reads through them with a smile and it only falters when he gets to number 4 and he looks to me as I stare at the agreement
He smiles and says “Ten years, huh?”
“Take this written agreement as a verbal and written contract that we are obligated and honored to marry the other if both see fit in their very single lives. Rules that may exempt the agreement would be a. A relationship b. A baby and a relationship c. A sexually transmitted disease d. a change in sexual orientation.”
Chris chuckles at the last two rules and I roll my eyes as I say “If not met with that criteria we are morally obligated to relieve each other of the embarrassment of being married too late in life.”
I scoff in annoyance saying “who wrote this shit oh my god.”
Chris smiles saying “I think it’s hilarious.”
“I think it’s- it’s… I don’t know!”
“I think we should listen to our twenty-something selves and follow up on this.”
I stare at him in shock and he nods saying “We promised, we’ve gotta follow up on this pact, we fell through with every other agreement, not this one too, come on.”
“We just started talking again,”
He nods saying “I haven’t had fun like this in years.. I feel like me when I’m with you. I haven’t felt like me in too long. Let’s go get our shotgun wedding, c’mon.”
I slowly warm up to the idea and my smile slowly widens as I begin to nod in agreement
He smiles back at me as his arms snake around me and lift me off the ground. Spinning around as we laugh loudly leads to us tumbling over again
“You call the Uber, I’ll look up a place to get married.”
I feel my fingers move but my mind not catching up as I proceed with our plans of marriage.
It seems completely rational to us and he shows me the 24/7 chapel only a city over and I smile widely as I nod saying “deal.”
He presses his hands to the sides of my face as his thumb brushes down my nose and he taps the top of my nose saying “deal.”
The Uber drive consisted of me sitting close to Chris with his arm wrapped around me as my hands held tightly to his other arm
Pulling up to the chapel the Uber driver didn’t say much but there expression wasn’t indescribable
But it irked me.
I straighten up my dress and lick my hands as I press them to Chris’ stray aways
He groans as he attempts to squirm away from me as I insist on fixing his hair
I nod as I smile saying “perfect.. you look perfect.”
“Thank you, you look beautiful.”
We enter the establishment and the lady behind the podium welcomes us and gets us on the fast track to getting married
“We have a selection of rings to pick from if you haven’t purchased one yet, we offer a character wedding, Elvis, and a few other options. There’s a tropical wedding, a traditional-”
I cut her off saying “traditional.”
Chris smiles saying “no Elvis?”
I push his shoulder as I shake my head. We are brought to the ring area and he immediately picks the ring that sticks out to him
It’s what stuck out to me, it was surprisingly beautiful for the other options they had
I shook the fake ministers hand as we met him 2 minutes before we were to be married
“I need you both to sign this document.”
I squinted my eyes as I read the words on the document and it was a basic marriage document and I flipped the page and signed my name across the bottom quickly
Chris scribbled his name quickly, not taking a second glance and says “if the misses says it’s safe to sign I believe her.”
The minister walks us down the isle as the director of the weddings clips a waist length veil onto my hair
I nod to her in appreciation and the ceremony proceeds as the alcohol was still very influential in the ceremony even happening
The pictures were taken as the minister asks “This is both of your opportunities to say something about the other.”
Chris nods and squeezes my hand saying “You’re my best friend, Sloan Sloan. I felt incomplete without you in my life and having you back in my life means everything. I can’t wait to navigate this new adventure with you as my wife.”
My cheeks redden as I blush and my heart flutters and does back flips.
He tilts his head to me as he admires my smile and he pulls my hand to his lips as he kisses them delicately
I swallow thickly as I say “There’s no one else I could possibly do this with, it’s only you that could put me at ease like this. You are my best friend and I can’t wait to be married to you. I love you, Chris.”
He smiles and the officiant smiles as they say “do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
“I do.” I nod as my brain is still foggy
“and do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
“I do.”
Chris smiles widely as the man says “I pronounce you husband and wife.”
Before the man can continue Chris kisses me, and once we got started kissing we didn’t stop
His arms wrapped around me as he dipped me into the kiss and the officiant shakes his head muttering “Jesus..”
The wedding director smiles widely and pats our shoulders saying “A few more pictures.”
We take our pictures and are handed glasses of champagne and a bottle as we are directed to the restaurant next door
Chris says “Hello wife.”
I smile as I look to him saying “Hello husband.”
We both laugh as we stumble towards the Italian restaurant next door
“What would you say to skipping the dinner and going home?” I chime
He looks to me and says “Sounds like a square deal.”
The second we got into the Uber his lips were pressed to my neck as the driver visibly cringed
The car ride was fast as the man clearly wanted us out of his car.
Chris lifted me as he stumbled in step up to my house. I laughed as I hung off his shoulder and he patted the back of my legs as he sang everlasting love by natalie cole
“This will be… an everlasting love..!! Ooo..yes it will be!”
He is hilarious and I haven’t laughed this hard in too long
He jingled the key into the door and shifted me in his arms as soon as the door was open.
He carried me through the door frame bridal style and says “Now it’s official!”
The door is kicked shut behind us as he walks like a blind mouse through the pitch black house
We laugh loudly as we bump into every object in my house as our lips are glued together
His teeth pull on my bottom lip as I mumble “Past the guest room. And laundry… keep going.”
We hit the wall again and he releases my lip as my lips press to his cheek
“You’ve almost got it.”
And victoriously he finds my bed and we fall into it slowly as he lands on me carefully, keeping his lips attached to the exposed skin on my neck
“We should’ve done this years ago.”
I hmm in response as I can’t talk through the blissful tingling I feel throughout my body
“Y-yeah.” I say as his lips trail down the exposed skin around my dress as his hands reach behind my back, searching for the zipper
The zipper breaks through his impatience and I grumble as I grow uncomfortable with the heat between my legs
“Just rip the dress- Chris..”
He didn’t have to be asked twice, the dress was ripped from the fabric at the zipper and he pulled it off me roughly as I mumbled into his skin as he hovered over me “oh finally…”
He pauses for a minute as his eyes retreat down to my exposed chest, my back arching at his hands moving down to my waist, the exposed skin quickly showcasing new goosebumps
“didn’t need a bra with that dress- did-did you?”
His fleeting eyes look to mine as I produce a furrowed look, my expression asking him what he’s waiting for
He slides his hands up to my face and says “Are you okay? You alright?”
I nod quickly and say “I’m perfect. I’m happy.”
“That’s all I want for you, lo.”
I nod as I heave a breath saying “Are you okay?”
“More than okay. I’ve wanted this for a long, long time. Is this- is me doing this, is it okay?”
I nod in agreement quickly saying “Not if you wait any longer, you’re killing me…”
I squirm while I’m under him, in near desperation as his grin runs wide and his eyebrows pop
“Oh… I see..”
He laughs as I hmm in response, patience is not my strong suit
“I got you, as your husband, I’ve got you all taken care of.”
And he does, he easily does. My eyes flutter in relief and the rush of adrenaline hits me as my hips rise up in response to him
“good job, honey.”
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AAAAAAAAHHHH new story alert!!! eeeeeekkkk!!!! I’m so excited for this one! It’s already a bit steamy haha. I feel motivated to write this story so that’s exciting!!
I’m happy to introduce you guys/people to Sloan! She’s great and I hope you all end up liking her! she is different from Jules in the best ways, at least I think so??
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polydeuces · 2 years
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Di Tua Bontà
Chris Evans x fem reader
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y/nl/n: photos i sent to chris this week <3
the gray man is OUTTT go watch it and see the mustache on the big screen lmao
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evanslover: girl… u should’ve kept these in the drafts
lilireinhart: gonna watch it asap but also, send me more pics like thisss 🥰
selenagomez: you're so cute and i love you but your dog is better
captainchris: fuck the hate babe. he’s the one for you.. remember that. love you
captainchris: fuck the hate babe. he’s the one for you.. remember that. love you
keke: BABE you are gorgeous!!! 😍😍
dianasilverss: I'm in love with you
y/nisover : dude you’re literally like 20 and he’s 40.. don’t you have a life? stop wasting his time
gal_gadot: Magic, you have such a beautiful soul!
chrisenews: now i KNOW you don’t plan on settling down any time soon but he does so why the fuck are you stringing him along?? make it make sense.
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ilariaurbinati "Here stands a sexy, steaming reckoning for classic tailoring" - Esquire on Chris Evans' look at last night's Gray Man premiere! 😂🔥
Call it a vest, a tank, a beater (not particularly PC), an A-tee, a guinea tea (I can say that, I'm Italian), or call it whatever you want but we are into it with a suit these days, so here we are!
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y/nl/n: one of your best looks girl i love you
ana_d_armas: you never miss
therussobrothers: are you trying to kill us !??
mybfchris: classy, elegant, amazing!! 😘
chrisl/n: our fav stylist/actor duo lets be real
evansfanatic: Ilaria, è bellissimo.
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chrisevans: Press tour fun! Thank you for all the support and love. And huge thank you to ilariaurbinati for always making me look awesome on the red carpet.
It’s been a blast meeting fans, hanging out with the cast and crew.. but I can’t wait to head back home and see my buddy - dodger. Gotta take photos of him using my new phone. Though I’ll always miss my iPhone 6.
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y/nl/n: stealing your stylist, evans. she’s mine.
cevans: you should get with Ana instead of the chick your with now. You and Ana have a better connect anyways ➥ y/nupdates: uh Ana has someone, babe. maybe stop being so obsessed with a relationship you know nothing about? if you like Chris then you want to see him happy.. he’s happy with y/n.
sebastianstan: lookin’ good man! lookin happy too.
thiccandworthy: just found out your girl is in her like 20 or some shit.. crazy just find someone your own age ➥ chrisevans: No thank you, man. I'm pretty happy and she's happy. Thanks for the unwanted input though.
lizzobeeating: come home the kids miss you. . ➥ y/nl/n: i’ll be the new father since Chris isn't home.
yunggravy: y'all this man is a genius ➥ bbyy/n: YUNGGRAVY WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE 😭😭
➥ mtv: he better not ask for Lisa
➥ idontwikeit: mtv here too wtf ???
➥ yunggravy: nah man, his girl single tho? 😈
➥ y/nl/n: for you, Matthew Raymond Hauri, maybe.
➥ chrisevans: Uh, hello?
➥ y/nl/n: I love youuu Chris
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capsicle-evans · 9 months
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The Make Believe Ms Evans
Chris Evans x Reader
Summary: A PR marriage between Y/N and Chris Evans has skyrocketed their careers but their sex lives has never been this low. Up until now.
Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, ass play, swearing.
Part 1
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“Stay still” Marina, my make up artist warns me as she applies my eyeliner. “Can’t fuck this up now”
“Claire would probably murder you” I grin as I feel the weight of Marina’s hand on my cheekbone. “Did you know that you make funny faces when you are doing my make up?”
“It’s my concentration face” She winks at me before setting the pen on the table. “There, all done”
“Just in time” I whisper as Claire enters the bathroom, a stern look on her face.
“Y/N, can you join us in the living room, please?” Claire, my publicist, asks me.
“Depends” I twist my mouth to the side. “Am I getting lectured?”
“Depends” She gives me the same look I just gave her. “Are you going to comply?”
“Ugh, fine I���ll join you” I roll my eyes, standing up from my makeup chair. “You know, you need to stop being so grumpy all the time. It’s not good for your health”
“Yeah well that’s what working for you gets me” She turns around, guiding me towards the living area of the suite.
I grab the train of my dress before following her steps, making sure not to step over the hem. As soon as I enter the space, I notice Chris standing in front of the mirror, his eyes fixated on his tie, completely oblivious of my presence. I walk pass him, towards the chair next to the window, sitting down gracefully just to make sure my dress remains intact.
“I’m here” Polly appears from the adjacent room, a lot of papers in her hand and her phone between her ear and her shoulder. “Gotta go, call you later”
I take a couple of seconds to look at Chris, his black suit and black shirt hugging his entire frame. I turn my eyes to Polly before Chris can look back. “What’s going on?”
“What the fuck is going on with you two?” Polly asks as she places her phone down over the coffee table. “And why is this the fifth call I receive today about you two?”
“Don’t know what you’re talking about” I pout, reaching for a chocolate truffle but setting it down after thinking of the mess I might make of my dress.
“Well, enews is asking if you guys are getting a divorce, people magazine is asking me who cheated” Claire snarks back at me.
“Well, we know the answer to that one” I smile sarcastically.
“Seriously, Y/N? You’re still on that shit?” Chris rolls his eyes, running his hand through his hair.
“What? She asked and it’s not like I actually care” I tell him before turning back to Claire and Polly. “But for real, what’s up with the questions? We haven’t done anything”
“Yeah, that’s the problem, you two don’t look at each other or even talk to each other during events and people are starting to notice it” Polly says as she takes a seat across from me. “Guys, we know this wasn’t a love match but for fuck’s sake, you guys are actors, try to pretend at least”
Chris and I got married about 4 months ago after a lot of campaigning on Polly and Claire’s part. Every since Chris and I did a movie together two years ago, our fame skyrocketed and our teams thought that it would be a great idea if we dated. Or at least we pretended to. But in reality, we hated each other but apparently that’s what our movie needed since it was an enemys to lovers story. Fans went batshit crazy after a picture of Chris leaving my apartment at 3 am went viral. Truth was, he was there to apologize after a massive fallout we had during shooting. So we pretended to date and our relationship became like crack for the fans. It only took a couple of months before they were selling us the idea of marriage and only an idiot would deny the good press that our relationship brought to our careers, so we agreed.
“She basically chops my hand off as soon as I even try to step close to her” Chris waves his hand at me. “Take it up with her”
“Nice, put the blame on me” I chuckle. “Fucking prick”
“See, this has to stop if you guys don’t want to end up doing lifetime movies for the rest of your lives” Claire glares at us accusingly.
“If I’ll put me out of this misery” I exhale loudly but soon stop when Claire gives me a stern look. “Kidding”
“Guys, please” Polly sighs. “We know this situation is not ideal but I need you guys to cooperate”
“Fine” I shrug. “We’ll be more lovey doveys with each other”
“Chris?” Polly looks up at him with pleading eyes.
“It’s not like I have a choice” Chris turns to me. “No offense”
“I’d have to care in order for it to offend me” I snark back before turning to Claire. “Sorry, from now on I’ll be a good wifey”
“God help us all” Polly looks up at the ceiling as if God can give her any guidance.
***
The limo pulls up right at the edge of the red carpet, flashes and shouts already making me feel anxious. Chris opens up the door from his side and steps out, waving immediately at the people who have turned their attention to our car. He turns to give me a hand, his free hand reaching for the train of my dress.
“Thank you” I whisper as he bends down to spread the train nicely so it can be appreciated in its full glory.
“That’s what lovey dovey husbands do” Chris grins as he places a hand just above my butt cheek. “Try not to chop off my hand”
“Try not to tempt me” I say with a tight smile in my lips.
Chris guides me towards the red carpet, our names being shouted from every angle. With his left hand still on my back, he pulls to his side to pose for some pictures. He then turns to me, leaning in to whisper something in my ear. “Pretend I just said something funny”
“That’s hard since I don’t have a point of reference” I pretend to giggle as Chris hand pinches my skin. “Jerk”
“See, that’s why we make a lovely couple” He grins down at me, his lips pressed against my temple. “We are both assholes”
“Chris, Y/N” A pap calls our attention “look over here”
We keep posing for a couple of minutes, every once in a while looking at each other and giving a fake smile. After a while, Polly and Claire guide us to the inside of the theater where Chris’ movie is premiering. It’s about a war veteran who comes after being presumed dead. It was a heavy movie and it took a big toll on Chris but it all payed off because people where even mentioning his name along the word “oscar”.
Half way through the movie, after crying a bit over a really hard scene, an almost naked Chris came on the screen, and there was a bunch of gasps heard around the room. Chris looks good, no one could deny it, but this scene in particular really made it difficult for me to not gape at him. It was really intimate and sexy, and it focused on him going down on his estranged wife.
My hands went to the armrests, gripping a bit as Chris’ mouth hid between his costars legs. Every since we started the agreement, there was no one else. At least on my part. Mostly to avoid gossip. That meant that my sex life was basically non existent, unless anyone counted the vibrator in my bedside table.
A couple of eyes turned to my direction, hoping to see a reaction from me as I watch my husband be so intimate with another woman. I fidget a little in my seat, a warm feeling setting over my abdomen as I listen to Chris’ moans over the speakers. I need sex. Not with Chris, obviously. Just sex.
“Stop moving” Chris grunts, placing a hand over my shaking thigh. His palm is hot against my skin, making me gulp.
“Get your hand off me” I grit my teeth, trying hard not to push his hand away.
“You are moving like a worm and it’s distracting me” Chris looks down at me before taking his hand away.
“Sorry, the dress is too tight” I lie. I don’t want him to think that this is about him.
“Whatever, just stop squirming” He almost grins when I send him a death glare. “Childish”
“Idiot” I call him through my teeth.
“Both of you shut up before someone else listens” Polly pokes her head from Chris’ side, giving both of us a pointed look.
I huff before settling my back against my chair. Thankfully, the scene is over and my skin has stopped tingling. I manage to put my attention back into the movie, tears forming every once in a while. Soon after, the credits are rolling and everyone is on their feet, clapping at the whole crew.
I stand up and clap along before Claire softly pushes me to Chris’ side. Biting the inside of my lip, I wrap my arm around his waistline and look up, faking a smile. “Pretend that I just said something sweet” I whisper only form him to hear.
“That’s hard since I don’t have a point of reference” Chris grins, throwing my words back at me. “But I’ll try”
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“God she is so pretty” I cry as I stare up at Taylor Swift as she walks around the room. Every since it was announce that she was going to be in the movie soundtrack, I nearly fainted.
“Stop being a creep” Chris gives me a weird look before going back to his whiskey.
After the movie was over, we traveled to the after party to loosen up a bit more and enjoy the cool LA night. I switched my dress before arriving, opting for a short black dress.
“Can you leave me alone? Please?” I try to not to make a face in case anyone is watching.
“Trust me, there’s nothing that I want more than to be away from you” Chris says, still holding his glass to his lips.
“You’d rather be with her?” I ask, reaching for my vodka soda.
“Seriously? Are we going there?” I can see the anger in his hands as it grips the glass. “Nothing happened”
About a month after the wedding, I started receiving texts and screenshots from one of Chris’ costars on a film. They were from a conversation between her and Chris and about how they couldn’t wait to be alone and fuck each other’s brains off. I obviously never cared about it out of jealousy but out of anger because he was making me look like an idiot. Claire and Polly had to intervene, so, after she got a deal on a movie thanks to them, the messages stopped coming.
“Whatever” I roll my eyes before going back to looking around the room. “At least she was pretty, I would actually murder you if you cheated on me with an ugly person”
“I didn’t cheat” He exhales harshly, really annoyed with me.
“Glad to see you are not biting each other’s heads off” Claire joins us at the VIP table, a glass of white wine in her hand.
“Come back in 5 minutes and we’ll see” I give her a sarcastic smile. “It’s really tempting”
“Maybe you should fuck the anger away” Polly smirks as she sits next to Claire.
I immediately tense up, remembering that scene from the movie. “I’d rather shave my entire hair and eat it before doing that”
Chris laughs, clearly amused by my comment. “And they say romance is dead”
“When it comes to this relationship, they are right” I flop back down on the couch. “Anyways, enough about our wonderful marriage. I want to dance or do something fun for once”
“Let’s go” Chris stands up, stretching his hand to me. I stare at his hand for a couple of seconds. “Before I change my mind”
“You want to dance with me?” I blink up at him.
“That’s what couples do, Y/N” Chris rolls his eyes before reaching for my hand and forcing my to stand up.
“So romantic” Polly teases, earning a giggle from Claire.
“Oh shut up” I glare at them before following Chris to where there are some people dancing.
Taylor has been singing for a while now, the tunes of Dress starting to slither through the speakers. Chris pulls me against his chest, his hand landing on the curve between my ass and my back. People start to turn their attention to us.
“People are staring” I whisper against his jacket.
“Ignore them” Chris whispers against my ears. “Just remember you have to look like a madly in love wife”
“Yeah, because that’s easy” I chuckle. “I’ve never been married before and I’ve never been madly in love either”
“Never?” He asks me, his breath fanning my skin as we sway with the music. “A high school boyfriend?”
“I mean I’ve had boyfriends” I explain. “Just never that serious. You?”
“Not really, I mean, I enjoyed my past relationships but never enough to wish to marry them” Chris spins me around just as Taylor starts singing the chorus.
“And yet you married someone you actually hate” I laugh, seeing the irony.
“Yeah, well, at least you are hot” He pinches my back softly.
“Christopher Robert Evans, is that a compliment?” I fake gasp. He has called me this before. And so have I. Just because we are not particularly fond of each other doesn’t mean we are blind.
“Don’t let it get to your head” Chris rolls his eyes. “I’m trying to get along here”
“I mean we are making progress” I look around the room, scanning the crowd. “This is the longest we have gone without giving each other an insult”
“Don’t tempt me” He chuckles. “No but I’m serious… We should try to at least get along”
“Yeah, I guess” I bit the inside of my cheeks. We stay pressed against each other, surrounded just by Taylor’s sweet voice and some chatter.
“I never cheated” Chris breaks our silence, his muscle tensing under my hands. “I know that I don’t owe you an explanation and I know you probably are not going to believe me. But I didn’t. I promised to respect you, and I plan on sticking to that promise, fake husband or not”
I fix my eyes on the button of his shirt, not daring to look him at his eyes. “I know… I guess I just chose to believe it to have a reason to hate you. I’m sorry”
“Okay, let’s just put that behind us” Chris relaxes, his back slouching a bit. “We can be friends, Y/N. God knows how long we are going to need to keep this going, might as well get along”
“Pains me to say this, but you are right” I finally look up at him, his blue orbs staring down at me. “Hi, I’m Y/N. And you are?”
Chris throws his head back, laughing. “You have my last name, Y/N. We can start over without weird introductions”
“Indulge me, Evans” I poke his chest. “I don’t know that much about you”
“What do you want to know?” He raises his eyebrow. “Ask away”
“What’s your favorite color?” I blush, realizing how stupid my question is. “Sorry, I’ll try again”
“Green” He ignores my second statement. “Yours?”
“Blue, but like light blue, kinda like your e-“ I cut myself, my cheeks flaring.
“Here I was asking to be friends and you are just laying it out on me” Chris grins hard. “You waste no time, Ms. Evans”
“Idiot” I slap his arm playfully. “I meant I like the shade, that’s all”
“Sure sure” He nods, a smug look on his face. “My turn… Favorite animal?”
“Mmm tough one… I really like raccoons and-“ I stop myself when Chris’ laugh erupts from his chest. “What?”
“Who the fuck likes Raccoons?” His eyes are still tingling with amusement.
“They are cute and funny” I defend myself. “They are like just so hilarious”
“Fuck that’s good” He shakes his head. “You are weird”
“Many people like raccoons” I fight him. “You need to learn to appreciate their beauty”
“Yeah, no thanks” Chris stops moving and grabs my hand. “Why don’t we go back to the table? Seems stupid to try to have a conversation while dancing”
“Okie dokie” I follow his lead back to our VIP table.
Polly and Claire are deep into a conversation, probably some gossip or something like that. PR people always know everything about everyone. We sit down across from there, getting back their attention.
“Oh look, you guys made it without a scratch” Polly nods proudly. “Who would’ve thought?”
I roll my eyes before turning my eyes back to Chris, falling back into our conversation.
***
“Hi, bub” I lean down, my heels in on hand and the other one petting Dodger behind his ears. “Where you a good boy to uncle Scott?”
Scott was our designated dog-sitter most of the nights. Neither of them minded, Dodger loved him so much, he actually listened to him.
“He’s always a good boy” Chris bents down to plant a kiss over the dog’s head before walking away from the entry way.
I make my way to my room, Dodger following right behind me. I hear Chris yell “traitor” before I disappear into my closet.
A couple of minutes later, I’m tucked in my bed, Dodger at the edge, his head over my feet. Chris’ footsteps catch hims attention, his head snapping up. “You traitor”
“Let him be” I pull the dog closer to me. “He always sleeps with you”
Chris and I have separate rooms and I only sleep on the masters bedroom whenever we have other people around. People that don’t know about the whole fake marriage thing. Mostly the maid and the cook and both of our families. Even Scott believed we were happily married.
“Yeah, cuz he is mine” Chris sasses. “C’mon boy”
But Dodger stays put. “Just give up already”
“Fine, just this once” Chris drops the subject before snapping his head up. “Uh, I forgot. Do you have any spare razor? I forgot to ask Mayra to restock my shelf”
“Yeah sure” I move slowly so that dodger won’t sprint out of my bed. I push the covers away and step out of the bed.
Quickly, I reach the bathroom and pull a pink razor from the cabinet under my sink. “You’ll have to settle for this pink one” I stretch my hand before looking up, Chris’ eyes not exactly meeting mine.
Fuck. I forgot that I chose the pink nightgown. The one the gave me too much cleavage and barely reached under my butt cheeks. Nervously, I reach for my rob that’s draping over my night stand, snapping Chris’ attention away from my bare legs.
“Uh, yeah no, thanks” Chris mutters, snatching the razor from my hand and walking away from my room a bit to fast.
I shake my head a bit before moving back to my bed, Dodger still sprawled on the edge of the bed. “Let’s sleep this off, buddy”
About 10 minutes have passed since I turned off the lamp over my nightstand, when a weird sound startles me awake. I squint my eyes, as if that’s going to help me decipher the source of the noise. A couple of seconds later, right when I’m about to drop it, I hear it again. A moan. A moan from Chris. His bathroom shares a wall with my room, sounds slipping into my area really easy. I can hear his muffled moans a bit clearer, connecting my ear to the wall.
“This fucker” I feel anger bubbling inside of me. He brought someone home. After saying he wouldn’t cheat on my. Well not technically on me, on the promise of respecting me.
I push away the covers from my frame, earning a glare from Dodger before he moves to settle over the free side of the bed.
I walk fast towards his room, ready to rip him a new one. I push pass his door and head straight to the bathroom. I keep waiting for a pair of heels or some panties dropped somewhere on his room but my eyes remain cleaned from that sight. I’m about to burst into the bathroom when the imagine forming on front of me stops me cold on my feet.
Chris’ has his back against the wall, the shower head splashing his face, water dripping down his torso. His hand is pumping his swollen dick, curses coming out of his mouth along with the movement.
It’s like I am being hypnotized. I want to move my eyes away, but the scene in front of me so fiery, my eyes remain glued to his member. I feel a warm spreading in between my legs as Chris pumps harder. He lets out a hard loud moan as white loads burst from the tip of his dick. He huffs, rolling his head back, letting the water wash away all the produce of his effort.
I snap out of it, walking backwards fast before sprinting back to my room. I close my door slowly, making sure not to make a sound before hiding under my bed spread. I close my eyes hard trying to remove the picture from my head but the heat in between my legs not allowing me to.
I give up after 5 minutes, poking my hand out from under the bed covers. Without even looking, I dig my hand into my nightstand, searching for my pink vibrator. This will have to do for the night.
I have a plan for tomorrow.
***
“Let me get it off, bub” I bent down to release Dodger from his leash, the pup ready to sprint to the backyard.
Dodger and I love to go on hikes together, just the two of us and the sun rising over the horizon.
I hear from clattering from the kitchen so I step into the area, spotting Chris over the stools that surround the kitchen island. “Hey there”
“Morning” Chris looks up at me, as he sets his coffee down. “How was the hike?”
“Pretty good” I reach for the top cabinet, looking for a glass. Chris probably put the dishes away because the glasses are to far back, forcing me on my tip toes.
I can feel Chris’ eyes burning a hole over my ass as the my tennis skirt rises enough to expose the underside of my cheeks. I turn around and Chris snaps his gaze back to his omelet, his cheeks turning red.
I fill my glass with water and gulp it down, not taking my eyes from him. I settle the glass down before moving to stand in front of him, the kitchen island separating us.
“Let’s have sex” I say hard, so hard that Chris starts coughing as a piece of egg gets caught up in his throat.
“I’m sorry, what?” He looks up at me, his breath a bit hard from the chocking and maybe from my statement.
“Let’s have sex” I repeat myself. “You said you were not going to cheat and neither will I. But we both have needs and I think it’s a good idea”
“What are you even-?” Chris starts but I roll my eyes.
“I heard you last night” I confess. His face turns a deep shade of red, the vein on the side of his neck pulsing. “Look, I won’t judge you, I did it, too.
“You- what?” Chris’ breath hitches, his knuckles turning white as he closes his hands.
“C’mon we are not five” I step around the kitchen island, closer to him but still leaving some space between us. “We can get each other off, and we are married so it’s not like we are doing harm to anyone
“I don’t- I’m” Chris stammers a bit. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea”
I stare at him for a couple of seconds before finally speaking up again. “Fine, I’m not going to beg. I still have my vibrator. It’ll probably do a better job, anyways”
I turn around to leave but Chris’ hand flys up to my neck, gripping the back to turn me back around.
“What did you just said?” He brings his face close to mine. His grip tightening a bit. “Repite it”
“I can do a better job with my vibrator than you” I breath out, focusing my eyes on him.
Chris grunts before crashing his lips down to mine angrily. A moan scapes my mouth as he bits into my lower lip, making way for his tongue to punish me. His free hand travels down to my leg, pulling me up to place me on the kitchen counter.
I push my hands into his hair as his tongue swipes my bottom lip clean before moving down to my jaw and the to my neck before settling on the spot right under my earlobe. He sucks hard as his hands start pulling at my sports bra. My sweaty chest makes it a bit hard so I pull away to help him. As soon as the textile is not longer covering my boobs, Chris dives right in for one of my nipples, forcing me to arch my back. While his tongue polishes my hard nipple, his right hand moves to the other unattended bud of flesh. First his palm rolls against the harden button, his calloused skin sending tingles straight to my core.
“Fuck” I moan as I his salive drips down a long my nipple. I can’t keep my eyes away from the scene, my burning gaze forcing Chris to look up at me as he pulls my nipple with his teeth. “Oh god”
“Lay down” Chris pushes me down with his hand until my back connects with the cold granite of the counter.
I bring my hands to his shoulders, tugging at the fabric of his shirts, signaling him to take it off. “Get rid of this, Christopher”
“On it” He groans against my skin, stepping away just enough to pull the shirt over his head. His hard pecks and abdomen glistening in front of me, the pants forcing his muscles to look more prominent. “Satisfied?”
“No” I pull him down against my lips, my tongue making a mess of his bottom lip. “Take me like a man, Evans” I mutter against his lips.
“As you wish” Chris groans before moving his mouth down along my skin until it reaches the edge of my skirt. I wait for him to take it off but instead he just pushes it up and tucks down my underwear along with my leggings. He steps back a bit to pull his pants down, his boxers following the same fate.
“You know how many times my eyes were glued to your ass as you skipped around with this fucking skirt?” Chris growls as his spreads my thighs as my pussy radiates heat right in front of him. “How many times I picture your ass red after a good slapping, only this thine material covering the swell of your ass?”
I moan loudly as his hands grab my thighs, my ass hanging slightly over the edge of the counter. “I want you to be loud, Y/N” Chris pinches my butt cheek before lining himself up to me. “Moan my name”
“Yes, Chris” I throw my head back as he rubs my entrance with his tip “Rip me open”
Chris pushes just enough for his head to enter my pussy, my folds hiding his pink tip. “Yeah stretch me open” I throw my head back as he sways back and forth, entering me slowly.
“I can’t hold it anymore” Chris grips my thighs. “Brace yourself”
I grab the edge of the kitchen counter, my knuckles turning white as he pushes hard into me. There’s a sting that makes tears form on my eyes. I’ve never had someone this big inside of me, my pussy throbbing at the new feeling.
“Look at you” Chris presses his thumb against my clit. “Taking me so good” He throws his head back as his entire cock disappears into me. His thrusts are hard and slow, building up the tension in my lower belly.
“C’mere” Chris stops, pulling out so I cry at the loss of him. “Let me turn you around”
Chris puts me on my feet before turning me around so my ass is pressed against his hard cock. “Bend over, Y/N”
I do as I’m told, pressing my chest against the cold tiles. Chris grabs both of my hands and holds them behind my back, using the as support to hold himself as he re enters me. “That’s right. So tight”
I’m lost in my own moans when I feel Chris spit on his hand, before pressing his thumb against my asshole. “Chris” I tense up immediately.
“I’m not going to fuck you there, Y/N” He massages around my hole. “I just like to see the way you clench up” he caresses my butt cheek, trying to get me to loosen up again. “Do you want me to stop?”
He waits for my answer as I take in the sensation, his thumb placing a soft pressure over my hole. It’s not bad. “No, it’s okay”
“Good” Chris grunts as he picks up his pace, plunging hard against me. This new position really allows him to go in deep, reaching a new part of me that has me whimpering.
“Chris” I whine when he angles himself so that I can feel him fill me up to the point where me knees are shaking under me. “I won’t last”
“Yes, cum around my cock” He reaches down to grab my pony tail in a fist, making me arch my back. His movements become erratic as he speeds up, encouraging the orgasm out of me.
“Yes yes yes” I cry as I feel the tightness around my pussy before the release finally arrives. The cries that come out of ny mouth are filthy, so filthy that Chris drops down and plugs in his thumb into my mouth. I bit at his skin, the waves of pleasure still rocking my core.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck” Chris groans as he pulls out, his entire load landing on my back. “Fuck yes”
I’m still shaking, waiting for him to catch his breath so that he can help me stand up. “Chris, fuck that was…”
I’m so out of breath I don’t even finish my sentence, Chris doing it for me. “So hot”
I feel him pull away from me, a cool breeze replacing the warmth of his body. “Don’t move” I hear him move around the kitchen, looking for a clean towel before running it down the the warm water that pours out of the faucet.
Chris walks back to me, cleaning his entire release from my back. “I think you need to wash your hair” I can hear the grin on his smug face.
“Seriously?” I groan, standing up. “Aim better next time, Evans”
“You want a next time?” He throws the dirty towel at the floor where my sweaty clothes are.
“I’m game if you are” I shrug, tugging the elastic out of my hair.
“Then let’s play, Y/N” Chris grins hard as his dick starts twitching.
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stylesmygucci · 1 year
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-𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚’𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 || 𝐂.𝐄
Pairing: husband!chris x reader
Content warning: fluff! fluff! fluff!
Word count: 873
A/n: Happy holidays!! I have not written in a while!!! Wrote this under an hour which is a shock bc I’ve been in an absolute slump. But I hope you enjoy this! masterlist
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“Shut up or you’ll wake them up!” I whisper-shout.
“I can’t see anything!”
I turn on the flashlight on my phone and find Chris on the floor, on all fours, looking like a deer in front of headlights. I can’t help but laugh, silently, to the point wear my chest hurts.
“Sh!”
“I’m sorry,” I can’t stop laughing. “Why-why-“
He gets up and grabs my shoulders, he’s confused but he still smiles.
“Why what?” He asks.
“Why were you on the floor?!”
“I couldn’t see and I was afraid I’d bump into the furniture— don’t laugh at me, y/n.” He says sternly, playfulness edging his voice.
I laugh in his shoulder and he does a bit too.
He shushes me again, but I can’t stop.
“I can’t breathe!” I let out, gasping for air between laughs.
“Breathe.” He pulls me back and inhales as I try to. The image of him on the ground pops up in my head and then I start again.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m sorry.”
“I’m leaving you.” He says, letting go of my shoulders and making his way down the stairs.
“No, please.” I conceal myself (the best I can) and make my way down with him.
We spot our lit Christmas tree next to the fireplace and stare at the treats, horrified.
“Wanna watch a movie while we eat these?” He points down to the cookies and milk the kids laid down earlier.
“Can we just turn on the fireplace and talk?”
“We can do that.”
Chris turns on the fireplace after a couple of failed attempts, then sits back on the couch, letting out breath of relief.
“When was the last time we turned that old thing on?” He asks.
“Last Christmas?”
He looks at me. “That long ago?”
I nod and look back at the toasting wood. I think about last Christmas when our baby boy was four and our girl three, I think about how that’s their first Christmas they’ll actually remember (according to scientist). But despite age, they’ll always be our babies.
Last Christmas was the first Christmas that we made cookies for Santa— which Chris and I immediately regretted bringing up the idea after only getting three hours of sleep that night due to our stomaches.
We thought about leaving carrots for the reindeer but we thought it would be pushing it. Letting our kids make Santa 20 cookies… that was pushing it.
“These are gluten free, right?” Chris asked as his hands hovered the plate with cookies.
“They should be.”
“Should?” He looked back. I snort.
“It’s one in the morning, I don’t know.”
“Why do we do this to ourselves?” He asks as he picks a cookie up, I follow behind.
“Because we love our children too much.”
“I think toooo much.” He smiles at me, dazed.
I nod and lift my cookie. “To our beautiful, demanding, lovable children.”
“Cheers to that.” We clink our cookies and eat them.
The first one is delicious, the second not so much, the third… I’m already growing tired.
I’ve already eaten five and a half, taking sips of water here and there to wash down the sweetness. My stomach is aching, bloated.
“Why do our children love to torture us?” Chris asks as he downs another cookie with water.
“Technically they love to torture Santa.”
“Ha! I think kids love Santa more than their parents.”
“Yknow, I think that too. They get more toys on one day than they do any other day, except their birthday, but still. I think I’d love Santa more too.”
“Really?”
“Mhm.”
The room goes silent for a bit as we watch the fireplace sizzle.
“Heyyy.” Chris says, I look at him and catch him peering at my belly. The tight knit sweater makes my bloated belly stick out more than it should.
“I’m so full.” I say, then Chris catches me off guard.
“Is it bad I want another one?”
“Another one?” I know what he’s talking about, but I want him to be specific.
“Another beautiful, lovable— what was that other word you used?”
“Demanding.”
He snickers, then sighs, “I want another one.”
“…Yeah?”
He nods, smiling sadly.
“Chris, baby, that’s not bad at all.”
“I didn’t mean to put it that way-“
“I know you didn’t.”
He looks at me with tired, quiet, pleading eyes.
I grab his face and kiss him. I taste bits of cookie crumbs and get a whiff of his shampoo.
For a second, there’s no worries about how we’re going to finish these cookies without wasting them, or the small fear that the little ones might sneak down the stairs unexpectedly. It’s just us, in cozy pjs, at the end of December, in love.
“We should bring the kid’s present’s down,” I bite down a smile, “and maybe make our own present.”
His hands circle my hips before he lightly squeezes my love handles. “Really?” He grins.
“If you really want to.”
He kisses my lips, again, and again.
“Yes, please.” He whispers.
“Evans number three.” I fall head over heels in love with the idea.
“I love that.” He kisses me. “I love you, and I love our two kids, and I already love our number three that’s waiting to be conceived.”
I laugh.
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astranva · 1 year
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Clingy.
Word Count: 2.2k
Category: fluff, angst-ish
Warning: None
Summary: In which your baby, River, is clingy to you and Chris is upset.
Pairing: overprotective!dad!chris x mom!actress!reader
a/n: can be read independently.
Planet Evans Masterlist
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While being new parents came with sleepless nights, chores, and stress, it all also came with so much in return.
Parenthood with someone you love felt rewarding, even more so when you witnessed your baby’s first smile, heard the first giggle, first babble, and got to hold your baby as you all cuddled.
River was a low-maintenance baby; something that you and Chris were more thankful for than anything.
Sure, the sleepless nights were there, and there were moments when he would cry just because, but it was the new norm for your cozy farmhouse to be full of happy giggles and babbles from your 3-month-old.
But there seemed to be moments that caused River some distress—all were moments when he was in anyone’s arms but yours, and that included Chris, too.
Your farmhouse was decorated to the brim with Christmas decorations, bringing the festive spirit to life with stockings, gifts, and the giant Christmas tree you and Chris had chosen and decorated. While you wanted the house to be festive because you and your husband were hosting Christmas this year for your families, you also went big because it was River’s first Christmas.
The house smelled of herbs and seasoning, the air warm despite the December weather and thankfully, River was sleeping as you and Chris cooked. For better wording, as you cooked and Chris helped.
“Baby, you forgot to wash that one,” you said as you pointed to one potato, gathering the others in your hands as you moved to place them in the pot with water.
“Oh,” Chris was quick to get the unwashed potato to the sink, thoroughly washing it, “Here you go,” he said, placing the washed potato in the pot with the others.
“Can y-” You instantly stopped, the moment your son’s babbles sounded through the baby monitor that lied on the kitchen table, “He’s up.”
“I’ll grab him,” Chris said, pressing a kiss to your temple before leaving to head to your son’s nursery.
While you knew both families would be bringing some food with them in attempt to help you with dinner, everyone knew that cooking for people was a love language that you had and Chris liked to remind you that all the times he had to double his workout before a movie was all because of you.
“Look who’s up and changed!” Chris announced as he walked back into the kitchen, your pets, Dodger and Pam, following behind him.
Instantly, a grin was on your face as you washed your hands before turning to your family, your eyes falling on River in Chris’ arms.
The moment River’s eyes fell on you, he instantly started letting whimpers, a frown on his face as he moved his legs.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Chris cooed.
You were quick to approach him, putting a hand to your son’s back, “What’s wrong, bubba?”
It was the moment before River was about to cry that you took him in your arms.
And he relaxed.
“Oh!” Chris raised his eyebrow, “All that because you just wanted Mommy?” He teased.
“What can I say?” You joked, teasing your husband before kissing River on his head gently, swaying a little in your spot, “Mommy can’t keep holding you though, baby. I have to finish cooking.”
“You’ll have to settle for me, buddy,” Chris joked, his knuckle softly grazing River’s chubby cheek before grabbing him from you.
At that, River’s face slightly scrunched with a frown, tiny legs kicking lightly as he let out sounds of discomfort that were indications of him beginning to cry.
“Okay, what’s wrong?” You mumbled, “He might be hungry.”
“That’s weird, he usually isn’t when he’s up from his nap,” Chris said.
“Don’t judge him,” you joked, taking River from him again, “I’ll go see if he wants to eat,” you said as you walked away, “Check on the roast!”
It was when you sat down before pulling the side of your sweatshirt up that River only looked at you, tiny and chubby hands moving before his legs were kicked in excitement as he giggled.
You beamed, “What are you smiling at?” You cooed, “You excited to eat?”
But he didn’t latch and showed no interest in doing so.
“That what are you fussing for?” You let down your sweatshirt after a few attempts, not being able to help but laugh as your son continued to giggle, even when you stood up with him in your arms to go back to the kitchen.
“He’s not hungry,” you let Chris know as soon as you walked in.
“Then why is he cranky?” He asked, drying his hand on the yellow checkered towel.
“He’s not, look,” you said, only doing as little as looking at your baby and smiling, instantly making him giggle.
“I think he just wants you to hold him, babe,” Chris said, approaching you, “You just want Mommy’s attention, don’t you? Don’t you, Riv?”
“Yeah well, Mommy’s got dinner to finish,” you chuckled.
“It’s okay, I can finish. Just need you to direct me.”
Making dinner was spent with you sitting on the windowsill couch with River on your lap and your cat, Pam, beside you and Dodger by your feet as you directed Chris on what to do to finish dinner.
But it was when you needed to get ready that it all seemed challenging.
“Do you think these are signs of separation anxiety?” You asked your husband, who held a crying River in his arms while you stood in your underwear.
“You’re right there,” Chris said, “There’s no separation. And-Y/N, I’m his dad.”
You frowned, “You’re right, you’re right,” you mumbled, “Maybe it’s just a clingy type of day?”
Chris stayed quiet, only looking at River as he gently rocked him in his arms to calm him down but no avail.
It wasn’t any later before you blew on River’s face to get him to breathe as he cried and before Chris handed him to you.
It was almost magical how River’s cries were replaced by quiet whimpers as he calmed, tiny hand clutching a locket of your hair as he looked around as if he hadn’t been screaming bloody murder a few seconds ago.
“My ego as a dad is fucked right now,” Chris put a hand to his heart and although he was joking, you knew he was at least slightly upset about it.
“He’s just having a day,” you tried, “He’s exactly like you. Both of you can never get enough of me.”
Chris laughed, sensing that this was your attempt at brightening up the mood. He leaned toward you, his lips finding your shoulder to leave a soft kiss to your skin.
Putting on your clothes was a challenge, but you made it work. You carried River against your chest in a carrier as you did your makeup, his giggles and yours sounding through the room and making Chris have a hard time of not smiling as you played around with your son as you did your makeup.
At the sight of your husband in his cream-colored cable knit, you smiled as you approached him, River still strapped to your chest.
“You look handsome,” you said, one manicured hand reaching to graze his jaw.
Chris hummed, letting his hand grasp your hip before giving it a squeeze as he leaned to press his lips to yours, “You look gorgeous.”
“Thank you,” you smiled, leaning to peck his lips, “Help me change Riv?”
In true Christmas spirit, River was changed into a red onesie with reindeer and a matching hat on his head and you and Chris had a photoshoot for the oblivious baby.
It wasn’t so much later that your families started arriving, the farmhouse soon enough being full of loud chatter, cooing, and laughter.
“He’s grown up so much, oh my goodness!” Lisa exclaimed, a hand to her heart as she looked at her grandson in your arms.
“It feels like yesterday when we were at the hospital,” your mom said.
You smiled, looking at your son, “Chris and I were just talking about that earlier. I wish we can keep him this small forever.”
River, being the happy baby, let out an excited giggle and a kick of his feet as he clutched your sweater.
“Oh, he gets it! He understands what you’re saying!” Shanna laughed along with everyone else.
You all laughed together before it was time for you to bring out the food.
“Can you hold him while I put the roast on the serving plate?” You asked Chris, already handing River over.
“He’s going to cry,” he mumbled, holding him before Chris frowned, “The waterworks are starting, Y/N.”
“What’s wrong?” Your mom asked, “Is he cranky?”
“He’s been clingy to Y/N today,” Chris said, “Cries bloody murder when I hold him.”
“He’s a little too young for separation anxiety,” she said, “He might be having a clingy type of day.”
Chris chuckled while rocking River in his arms, “That’s exactly what Y/N said.”
It was less than a minute before everyone was checking on the crying baby, Chris’ cheeks red at the fact that despite being in his dad’s arms, Chris wasn’t able to calm him down.
“Coming! I’m coming!” He heard you call out before you rushed over, taking River in your arms with a sigh.
“I’ll go set the table with Scott,” Chris mumbled, his steps quick as he left the living room.
You frowned, sighing again before softly hushing while swaying with River in your arms, his death grip back on your sweater.
“It’s alright, it happens,” your mom assured.
Lisa nodded, “Now we know he’s a Momma’s boy.”
“Yeah but,” you paused, “He’s everything to Chris. I know he’s upset by it.”
“It can be just a day,” Lisa said, “Let’s ease into it.”
But as the night went on, River was still adamant on not being in anyone’s arms but yours.
Some might think that that was supposed to be assuring to Chris, but he wasn’t River’s uncle or nephew or niece—he was his dad.
“I’m going outside for some air,” Chris said quietly to you.
“But it’s cold outside,” you looked at him, watching as he only squeezed your arm before standing and walking away.
“He’s upset upset,” Scott said.
“He has every right to,” you said quietly before looking at River who was sat on your lap, “Can you not be so stubborn?”
“Maybe Chris can play with him or something,” your younger sister suggested, “Hold his giraffe?”
You nodded, “I’ll tell him when he’s back.”
“I’d offer to take Riv so you can check on Chris but your baby’s being a sticking gum and will cry out,” Scott joked.
You chuckled, “I’ll wait for him,” you said, “I don’t want to see any full pudding plates,” you pointed, changing the topic.
It was only 10 minutes later when Chris came back and plopped beside you, giving you a side smile when you placed your hand on his leg and looked at him.
He leaned toward you, pressing his lips to your temple in an assuring kiss before tapping your thigh.
“Maddie suggested you play with him,” you told him quietly.
“Let’s just get the night over with.”
“No, you’re upset,” you stood your ground, “Get his giraffe,” you said, “Go on.”
Chris got up with a sigh and slumped shoulders, going away to fetch River’s plushie before he came back with the same defeated plop.
“Entertain him,” you smiled, turning River slightly on your lap so he got a better view of his dad.
“Hey, Rivvy.”
“Be more excited,” you instructed, laughing when Chris gave you a look, “Come on. You’re an actor. Put some respect to your name.”
Your families tried to not interrupt your moment, but everyone could only smile as they watched Chris put on a show with River.
“That’s a nice outfit, is that designer?” He asked in a different voice, moving the giraffe in his hand before he pressed it gently to River’s neck, making kissing noises that had your baby kicking his feet and giggling, arms wide.
“Is that your first Christmas? It’s mine, too!” Chris exclaimed, reaching one hand to softly wiggle his fingers on River’s round belly, the three of you laughing together. Chris handed the giraffe plushie to River, whose grip was instantly on the giraffe’s leg, holding on to it as he gazed at Chris.
Chris was nervous as you slowly and carefully handed River over, his hands instantly going to hold him against his lap before he slouched lower on the couch, letting River lie on his chest.
Sure enough, River remained calm.
You grinned, raising both arms up, “I’m free!” You joked, everyone laughing along.
Chris reached one hand to your back, rubbing it as everyone got into their own conversations. You looked at him, falling back on the couch beside him, slouched and smiling.
“Thank you,” he said quietly.
You only smiled before leaning forward, pressing your lips to his in a short kiss.
“It really was a clingy type of day, huh?” Chris asked his babbling son.
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coltrainbat · 1 year
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Hey, I have an inspiration request that I want you write, please. It's about the reader being a Victoria secret model and married to Chris Evans. One day, reader was in the fashion show and Chris is there with his brother, scott. he was there support her
My Angel 
A/N: Ok so while I’m not a huge fan of VS Fashion Shows (we all know) I shamelessly attended many VS sleepover watch parties and those girls got it! Queens! So for the purpose of this fic we are gonna do the Adam Levine (🤢) and Behati Prinsloo (🥰) outfit/moment. Linked here.
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The stylist fiddled with your diamanté encrusted bodice. You took deep breathes as they adjusted and tightened at your body while easing your feet into the intricate knee length sandal heels.
You’ve walked runway plenty of times, it was your job for god’s sakes but when you were offered the chance to be a VS Angel let alone the Snow Angel while you couldn’t turn it down, you had reservations about walking down one of the biggest shows in the world in your underwear none the less.
Anxious how your husband, Chris Evans, would feel about the whole world seeing what only he does. Let’s just say his reaction was better than expected…
“Are you kidding me? You’re doing it. Omg baby that’s incredible! My girl, my wife, a VS Angel, holy shit!”
“Are you sure?? Chris I’m going to be in my UNDERWEAR, your mom will see it!”
“And…? She’ll be cheering you on just as hard as me. It’s a job honey, I’ve gotten in my underwear plenty of times.”
“That is true I’m just nervous I guess with everyone watching.”
“Hey, you’re gonna blow them away - I’ll be in the crowd, and you can look at me and it’ll be like no one else is there. Just pretend you’re strutting your stuff for me in the bedroom, it’s not different than what you do every night.” He purred the last line pulling you in by your waist.
“You’re still my Angel though.” He looked down at you, biting his lip as he stared into your eyes.
“Always your angel, baby” You kissed him.
The memory of last month was interrupted by the producer calling you.
“Y/N you walk in 2… go line up! Now!”
With only seconds to spare, you breathed in once more, planted on a smile and walked down to the sound of Trouble by Taylor Swift.
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Walking the runway in long, gracious strides, waving your hands on either side of you to the crowd.
Grabbing Taylor’s hand and giving it a squeeze as you swanned past her.
And there he was. Front row. Centre stage.
Smiling like a Cheshire Cat at the sight of you. Grabbing Scott’s jacket, next to him, he shook him a little and pointed up to the stage, his face like a kid who just saw an ice cream van.
He stood up, hollering and hooting, cupping his hands around his mouth to extend the sound of
“That’s my wife!” “Go baby! Yes! Go Y/N.”
Scott next to him had equal enthusiasm as they clapped and cheered.
You made your way to the tip of the stage. You were going have fun with the large, fluffy wings on your back, grabbing onto the hidden handles tucked into the outrageous white feathers, you thrashed the wings inwards and outwards in a dramatic fashion as the chorus beat dropped.
Leaning forward, your eyes landed on Chris’s, blowing a kiss and winking at him.
He blew it back and the camera caught the romantic interaction between two lovers.
Once the show had ended and you had changed into a more modest outfit, you met Chris at the after party.
Spotting him immediately, he held out his hands ready to catch you as you ran towards him, jumping on him and wrapping your legs around his torso.
“Omg baby! You killed it.” His hands on your ass supporting you mid-air.
“Really?” Your hands cupped his head looking at him as his chin rested on your chest comfortably, his grip on you never faulting.
“Yes, now the whole world knows how good my Angel is.” He smirked; you bowed your head down to plant a kiss on his lips. He placed you on the floor to let you go hug your friends and family.
His hand stayed firmly on your waist, beaming with pride at your performance and feeling just a little smug that he’s married to a VS model.
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celebtattletale · 1 year
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They’re Here! Chris Evans announces arrival of twin children
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Y/N L/N-Evans (32) has given birth to twins! She and husband Chris Evans (41) revealed that they were expecting a baby three months ago after a Jimmy Fallon interview and now their babies are here.
The couple announced the birth of their first children through Chris’ instagram, posting a picture of him stood in a hospital room with his babies cuddled close to his chest, followed by a picture of Y/N laid in bed looking down at the newborns with Chris’ arm around her, giving her a kiss on her temple.
That he post was captioned only with the date of the twins’ birth and a red love heart emoji, but the number of comments on the post more than made up for the short caption.
The comments section was flooded with supportive messages from both Y/N and Chris’ cast mates, close friends and family, including much of the Marvel cast, as well as extremely excited fans expressing their joy.
Since then L/N-Evans’ publicist/spokesperson has put out a message on behalf of the family of four. They said that ‘Chris and Y/N are overjoyed to share the news of the arrival of their son and daughter’ but let the public know that they would not be revealing their names or faces.
They said ‘The Evans family ask that you respect their privacy and not take pictures of their children’, which was a clear comment for the paparazzi, who have been caught up before for harassing Y/N in the past.
It’s likely that this decision comes from her past experiences, but also because of the immense spotlight that children of celebrities come under when they have one famous parent, let alone two highly regarded Marvel actors.
The couple were forced to announce L/N-Evans’ pregnancy before they had initially planned due to photos being leaked by photographers of the couple on a work-trip, showing Y/N’s baby bump, prompting an instagram post officially confirming the news.
As expected, no details have been released about the birth, but it is known that Y/N went into labour in Boston, where she and her husband mainly live when they aren’t working, and the whole family has returned to their home.
This has been a highly anticipated event by almost everyone; whether they are fans of Marvel or not, most people have been wanting Chris and Y/N to start a family pretty much since they started dating!
The whole world has pointed out how good each of the actors is with kids and we’re sure that they.l do just as well with their own children. Even if they have to start with two at once!
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ramp-it-up · 2 years
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Another Again
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Paring: Chris Evans x Black Actress Reader
Word count: around 3K
Summary: After you go at it, you get mad then you go at it again. With Chris. And a friend.
Warnings: 18+ Absolutely MINORS DNI. RPF, SMUTTY SMUT, ANGST. Not Beta’d. Toxic Chris, toxic reader. Allusions to substance use, intoxication, a lil bit of jealousy, lowkey scheming, threesome (MFF), face riding, eating groceries, oral sex (all receiving), p in v, bukakke, unprotected sex with multiple partners, degredation kink, good girl kink, cum play, just filth flarn filth, pwp.
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You should have known something was up when you saw Tessa and Chris talking after the premiere. Why would your date be speaking with your ex?
And where was Chris’s date? Poor girl. Something was up but you decided not to care and indulged even more in the debauchery of the evening.
You were forced to go to Chris’s Las Vegas film premiere by your publicist, because you were slated to begin filming again with him in a couple of months. You tried not to think about it, but the contracts were signed while you were still together, and you were deep in delusion that everything would be fine, and that working together would be fun.
Ha!
Everyone had been speculating that you and Chris would get back together. Until you showed up tonight with Tessa Thompson on your arm. 
You’d set everyone’s heads spinning. Now, the love triangle theories were in motion already on social media. The twitter fingers, IG trolls, and Tik Tok theorists were hard at work.
It didn’t help that you and Chris had been constantly photographed near or with each other in the last few months, such as when Chris kissed you outside your rented villa in Cannes one afternoon and the paps caught a choice pic of his hands on your ass, or when they caught you leaving his hotel in his shirt one morning a few weeks ago. Or you two canoodling at a club in New York last month. 
It also didn’t help that Tessa had been working her way through the beautiful people of hollywood. One hour into this event and the internet was on fire because of you. And so were Tessa and Chris.
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This after party was lit. While you were at the bar you stole a glance back at where Tessa and Chris had been talking, only to find Chris, gorgeous in an outfit that showed off his physique. Those lithe muscles were rippling under a shirt and a jacket.
Damn, he was hot.
You were going to have to speak to him sometime tonight, but you told yourself that Chris wouldn’t capture you with that body, that tongue, or that cock tonight, or that look in his deep blue eyes.
Not tonight, Satan. 
You turned to the reporter asking you a question, eagerly giving Chris your back as you heard fans and reporters yell ‘Chris, Chris! Over Here!”
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Chris started off trying to pretend he wasn’t soaking up every bit of you tonight. It was his birthday, he should have been having fun, but all he could think about was you.
When you turned your back, he saw your shoulder blades in the graphic tank top you were wearing and remembered last month where he bent you over the sink in that club.
He knew that you two should quit it, because neither of you would admit the truth. This again and again and again was delicious to torture, however, fueling his waking dreams.
But then when he realized that you and Tessa were together tonight, his mind lit up with the possibilities. He (barely) remembered a substance-filled night in New Zealand with Tessa. And a couple more beautiful people. He knew that she would be down for his plan. 
Besides, Tessa owed him one.
——
And after the after party was lit.
You let loose and indulged in every thing offered at the exclusive party. The fact that Chris was hosting in his private villa at Cesar’s Palace was even more reason to get blasted. Vegas was Chris’ town and since his birthday recently passed he wanted to celebrate.You didn’t want to think too much tonight, just have a good time with Tessa. You didn’t have time to be mad at Chris.
You were all over each other. Lit and carefree, you were willfully oblivious at Chris clocking you from across whatever room you were in.
Tessa whispered something about “Dark Chris Evans” as you were dancing, and you two looked over at him watching and laughed. He downed the glass of White Hennessy he was holding as he sensed what you were talking about.
Chris barely noticed his date taking in the scene and leaving his side, and the party, for the night. When he looked over and saw that she was gone, he was relieved. 
Now he could focus on you.
He made two drinks and brought them over to you and Tessa.
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Hours later, when everyone was gone, you, Tessa and Chris were watching the water in Chris’s pool reflect off the lights and shadows on his pool deck. You all were wide awake, the combination of substances giving you an especially mellow mood.  
You stretched and as you closed your eyes, Chris and Tessa’s were on your body, then they looked at each other. A silent communication flew between them, and her slight nod gave him the green light.
Tessa’s hand was on your thigh and moving north. She moved closer and you turned to her and gave her a kiss, her tongue delicately, skillfully, devastating your senses your mouth. You moaned and leaned into it, frankly forgetting Chris was there. 
“That mouth, Baby girl. I need to experience more of it,” husked Tessa as she licked her lips. This was your first intimate experience with her, even though she’d sent thirst traps and sensuous good morning texts that had turned into sexting only once. 
You felt Chris’s hand on your other thigh. He cleared his throat and you looked over at him and laughed.
“Jealous?”
Chris dragged his eyes up from the way your dress had ridden up and smiled at you.
“Actually, no. But I am a little mad.”
You turned toward him, intrigued. 
“Mad about what?”
Tessa started kissing your neck and moving her hand under your dress, her warm lithe fingers teasing you over your thong. Your eyes drooped and you wet your lips keeping them open for air. This situation was hot as fuck. You felt Chris’ eyes were on you, and somehow, you knew he was hard as fuck. The possibilities were getting you slick. 
“…You missed my birthday…”
Tessa’s hand went under your panties as you didn’t answer Chris, but turned around and kissed her again, arching your back.
Chris’s hand went to your braless nipple over your dress and played with it. 
Your legs opened wider as Tessa played with your cunt, gathering wetness with which to start flicking your clit. Chris followed Tessa’s lead to your panties, and plunged two thick fingers inside your sopping wet hole as you arched to meet his digits.
“Fuck-fuck… Chris.” 
You murmured in between kisses to Tessa’s lips. 
“Don’t stop Tess…L-lemme guess what you want for a present Christopher…”
You chuckled into Tessa’s mouth and then cursed as Chris went deeper inside you.
You were practically in Tessa’s lap, feeling all the sensations.
You wanted to say that what he wanted was cliché, but you couldn’t speak at the moment. Tessa’s soft laughter was ringing in your ears as Chris finger fucked you. Her hand was under your panties now, twirling your clit and addling your brain. It was like she and Chris were competing to get you off. 
This could be a lot of fun. 
Chris watched your face intently, and shifted to accommodate his growing cock. As you writhed and moaned under their attention, Chris was reminded that you were the most beautiful woman in the world.
He leaned toward you and kissed your open mouth.  He drew back slowly and pulled his fingers from your pulsing pussy.
“I want your pleasure. I want this.” 
Chris showed you his fingers. Then, he put them in his mouth and slowly pulled them out. You shuddered because Tessa was still circling your clit.
“You can be the center of attention, baby girl. I think Chris wants you to have the world tonight.”
Tessa’s throaty whisper was affecting you, and you took her face in your hands. She fed you her fingers and you licked yourself off them. Then you asked her a question.
“Are you ok with this?”
Tessa’s eyes went over your shoulder and then back to yours.
“More than okay. This isn’t the first time Chris and I have…. Had experiences together.”
You looked back at Chris, not knowing how to feel about what Tessa just said. But you pushed those feelings down and jerked your head a little, beckoning him closer.
You shared a filthy kiss with Chris over your shoulder as Tessa went under your dress to find your tits. Her slender fingers worked magic as you sensuously ground in her lap.
You leaned into Chris and breathily replied to him.
“You should get what you want for your birthday.” 
Chris groaned a little, kissed you again, then stood up and took your hand, peeling you off of Tessa. He grabbed your hand and practically pulled you through the villa to the master suite. 
Tessa was following closely.
The way she looked at Chris told you all you needed to know. She must have read your mind as she walked up to you and put her palm on your cheek.
“Chris and I are old friends. And sometimes my friends and I have a friendly kind of fun.” She kissed your pouty lips softly. Tessa pressed her entire body against yours.
“I know you and Chris have a …thing.” She looked at him behind you. “But there’s no need to worry.”
You started to protest and she kissed you to silence you again.
“Shhhh, sweet baby. Lemme taste exactly how sweet you are.”
Tessa’s hands were under your dress, reaching for your thong and pulling it down before you realized. But when you registered it, and witnessed her inhaling your scent, you sat down on the edge of the bed and opened your legs wide. You watched as Tessa sank to her knees, keeping her eyes on you all the while. 
As she rubbed her hands along your thighs, you felt Chris come up behind you and put his legs on either side of yours, embracing you from behind. You leaned back, feeling his hard on poking you in your back. Electricity flowed between the three of you, and of all the sensations you felt, most of all, you felt safe.
Especially with Chris holding you.
Tessa pushed your dress up to expose your bare cunt. A small smile framed her delectable mouth. She looked up at Chris, eyes wide.
“‘S beautiful isn’t it.” 
You could feel his smile against your neck. You couldn’t stay still, you wanted them to touch you again, desperate for the attention you needed.
“It’s just so pretty. And the way the wetness looks, dripping down. So cuteee!”
Tessa leaned down and looked up at you as she sensually licked a stripe up your wet pussy. 
“Fuck, she tastes so good. I see why you keep coming back for more.”
Tessa dove straight in, her wicked tongue sparking fireworks behind your lids. Chris pulled your dress up and over your head.
“I gotta see this. Tessa’s mouth…Fuck!”
You heard Chris start to pant as she started to eat you out, her hands holding your legs open wide. You started to squirm and wiggle and close your legs. Chris leaned down to speak into your ear urgently.
“Be still. Take that shit. Lemme see her make you cum.”
And then, he grabbed your legs, hooking his hands under your knees and spread you even wider, giving Tessa wider birth to destroy your soul.
Tessa looked up at you both as her tongue danced in your cunt, fucking you very, very well.
“Play with that clit.”
You just whimpered and watched Tessa eat you out while listening to Chris in your ear. It was nirvana. Chris jerked your legs apart a little further.
“I said, play with yourself. You can do it baby. Get it sloppy for me and Tess.”
You whined and moved your hand to circle your clit as Tessa dove in deeper, and in a matter of seconds, you were releasing. Tessa skillfully lapped it up, taking all that you had to offer.
You were a whimpering mess as Tessa stood up and leaned over you.
The way Chris grabbed her by the throat and kissed her made your cunt pound anew. You watched from underneath them and the sight of two beautiful people you desired kissing made every thing on you hard and soft and wet.
“She’s so fucking delicious. I need more.”
Chris growled after he tasted you on Tessa tongue.
Chris unbuttoned Tessa’s blouse and she helped him strip it off, then he paused and disrobed himself.  Soon, all three of you were naked in his bedroom. They both turned to you and you scooted backward on the bed at the look in their eyes. You were a little frightened, but you didn’t want the night to end yet.
“Did you like seeing Tessa eat my pussy?” You asked Chris as he stared at you from the foot of the bed and Tessa lay down beside you. She stroked her hand up and down your body , teasing your nipples at each pass.
“I like what I just saw. I need to see something up close, though.”
Chris’s deep voice rumbled through you as he knelt and grabbed your thighs, bringing your ass to the edge of the bed, open to him. Tessa leaned down and gently, ever so gently, bit your nipple, and then started tonguing and sucking more roughly.
Chris watched your wet pussy clench as you threaded your fingers through Tessas hair, back arched and eyes closed. Then, he started his meal. He ate you out like a man starved. Chris loved your pussy; Chris loved everything about you.
What he loved most was that he was giving you the gift of pleasure for his birthday. He felt like a lucky man.
Your eyes fluttered open and closed and  you intermittently watched Tessa finger herself as she watched Chris work and kiss your mouth and your body. You moaned and reached out to her.
“Lemme eat that.”
“Holy shit!”
Chris groaned as he looked up to see Tessa grin and move to the head of the bed to sit on your face.  He had a prime view from beneath his friend of you licking and sucking and slurping Tessa’s cunt. He kissed Tessa and they grinned at each other, having the time of their lives.
You weren’t quiet about it, and you were sloppy, but the tangy taste of Tessa Thomspon was everything. She exploded on your taste buds and it was like you just couldn’t get enough.
“So fucking….. good.”
You moaned as Tessa quivered and Chris pulled away. You felt him line up and you started outright sucking Tessa’s clit at the sensation and stretch of him entering you. She was about to cum, you could tell, from the way she started jerking when you started moaning into her.
“Eat that pussy like a good. Fucking. Girl.”
Chris was pounding you now, going to town, eyes rolling back at the feelings, sights and sounds. He was also holding Tessa by the throat.
“Damn! That tongue! So so so good.”
You had never heard Tessa whine before she came that second time. You wanted more. She turned feral as you started to finger her, crooking your fingers to reach her spot. She trembled on top of you, her fat pussy lips so beautiful. You couldn’t help but drag your tongue through her folds.
“Oooh Fuck this little slut! Fuck her with that fucking huge cock, Chris. Fuck. Her. Fuck. Her. Fuck. Her. Should’ve brought my strap.”
Chris was punctuating Tessa’s narration with powerful thrusts and watching you go to town. He ties her up and flicked your nipples, causing you to cream around his cock even more.
Tessa leaned down to lick your clit, and some of you off Chris’s shaft.
“Hmmmm.”
She licked her lips and then kissed Chris again.
“And then let us both lick her off your cock and your balls.”
The filth pouring from Tessa’s mouth made you cum around Chris, made him utter a string of epithets, and made Tessa cum on your face. Again.
Chris pulled out of you, standing back as Tessa fell over and licked your sensitive, quivering hole. It was too much.
You pushed her off of you and then looked up to see Chris glaring at you. He tsked.
“That won’t do, baby. Flick that clit.”
“But Chris…” You whined.
“Do. It. You little slut. I knew you were a whore for my dick, but pussy too?”
You moaned started circling your clit with two fingers tentatively, starting in earnest when you saw Tessa get on her knees. You leaned up to get a better view as Tessa asked to taste you. 
The thing is, she asked Chris.
You started cuming again when you saw Tessa deepthroat Chris and then pull him slowly out. They kept up the show, both Tessa and Chris watching you as she sucked him off.
“Fuucckkkk! Yes.”
Chris watched your desire dazed face while Tessa did work, and then crooked a finger at you.
“Get your ass down here.” 
He pointed to the floor, and you quickly got down beside Tessa. You started tonguing and sucking his balls as Tessa continued to suck his dick. You two slurped up and down his pole, sharing demented kisses around Chris’ cock.
Then, Tessa got underneath you to eat you out while you gagged on Chris. The room was full of filthy, pornographic sounds as you got each other off.
Chris watched as long as he could, then pulled away from your mouth suddenly, grabbing the base of his cock and squeezing to stave off his eruption.
“You two are gonna make me blow my load.” 
He got down on the floor and before you knew it, you were staring at the ceiling again. This time, both of them were between your legs, their tongues competing for dominance. Their kisses were now for your pleasure, as one or both of them ate your holes at once. 
A cacophony of mouths and fingers and sensations melded as they made you cum again. Chris lay down to put you on top and pushed inside you once more. Tessa was admiring you both.
“Get that ass over here, Tess.”
Chris’s voice was everything.
She climbed on his face and rode as you did his rock hard dick.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Eat that shit, Chris!” You didn’t recognize your own voice.
You started kissing her and twisting her nipples, causing her to grind her pussy on Chris’s face and cum screaming in your arms. As she rolled off of Chris, he sat up and you licked and sucked Tessa’s juice from his mouth, cumming hard as he grabbed your ass and his fingers invaded your other hole.
Somehow, you forgot about Tessa as Chris fucked you through it. Then, he cussed as he pulled out, this time stroking fast.
“Come get it, y/n. This is all for you.”
You noticed Tessa smiling and you both got up on your knees. She nodded as she got behind you, holding you and reaching to circle your clit as Chris grunted and groaned and spurted his spend all over your face and tits.
“Unhhhhhhhh! Gotdamn it, you’re so fucking hot.”
Chris groaned as he gave it all to you.
You caught a good portion of it in your open mouth; his warm salty goodness tasted delicious. Tessa was whispering in your ear.
“Is it good? You like filling your belly, don’t you, you little minx.” 
Her musical giggle made you smile, laugh and obey when Chris told you to…
“Open.”
He took your messy chin and checked to make sure you swallowed.
“Good girl.”  
Chris leaned down to kiss you. You looked into his eyes and something flipped inside you. There was this crazy connection. He felt it, smiled and then turned toward the bathroom, winking at you over his shoulder. You don’t know why your stomach did that thing it did.
Tessa dragged you into the shower.
“That was fun! I’m not tired yet. In fact, I’m hungry,” 
Tessa grinned at you.
“I know a 24 hour taco truck.”
Chris’s deep voice made your tummy flutter again. You smiled at him shyly, feeling closer to him than you ever had. He leaned down and tenderly kissed your forehead.
“You good?”
He looked deep into your eyes. Had they pushed you too far? We’re you going to run again?
“I’m perfect.”
“That you are.”
He smiled at you and you smiled back, caught up. You were reminded that Tessa was there when she clapped her hands. You laughed, and all three of you climbed into Chris’ shower.
“Are you down to get tacos? We can’t let the fun end! It is Chris's Birthday celebration!” 
Tessa was looking at you with such hope that you couldn’t smash and dash this time.
“I’m all the way down.” 
You smiled and picked up Chris’s body wash, leaning into the spray as you squirted soap into his hands to wash your back. This time, you wouldn’t mind smelling like him.
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It turned out to be a fun weekend.
And when a friendly three way kiss was captured by the paps, you broke the internet.
Again.
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eviesaurusrex · 1 year
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ᴄʜʀɪꜱ ᴇᴠᴀɴꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ
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ᴏɴᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ
ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴇᴄᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ
It’s the Lightyear world premiere in L.A.—and everyone is asking where Chris’ wife, YN, and their kids are (fluffy fluff)
ᴅʀɪᴠɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴄʜʀɪꜱᴛᴍᴀꜱ
YN is away filming a Christmas hallmark movie for Netflix but craves the comforts of Chris’ and their home in Boston, so she decides to get back home earlier—and right on time for hot chocolate, tree decorations, and Christmas movies with her two best boys (fluff)
ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ
It’s tricky to introduce the boyfriend to one’s parents in the middle of a worldwide pandemic—so FaceTime has to be sufficient for now (fluff)—Korean-American!Reader
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