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Wisdom teeth | Chris Evans

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 -> Husband!Chris Evans x Wife!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 -> You need to the dentist to remove your wisdom teeth.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 -> 1.532

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 -> (M) 18+ Minors DNI, established relationship, implied smut, fingering (fem!receiving), anxiety, dentist appointment, surgery, being high after surgery, fluff

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 -> Hiii, Not sure if you are taking any request but would you mind writing a Chris Evans request for me you can either use Chris Evans or (Andy barber) 😭🥺🫶🏼 I’m getting my wisdom teeth removed next week on Wednesday and I’m scared shitless like scared 😭 happen to be in my late 20s and dealt by afraid of needles, doctors, anything to do with medical things in general.. feel like I’m about to walk into a lions den.. I’d rather jump of out a plane than do this 😭 sorry for the long introduction thing I’m really nervous… and sorry for wasting your time if you don’t even do requests or this isn’t your cup of tea :( But I was wondering if you could write a long image 2k plus or it doesn’t have to be 🥺 …. something along the lines of the reader getting her teeth out and her in recovery and he’s there with her through everything and super supportive… mushy gushy fluff husband vibes… takes care of her and just good comforting vibes… and comforts her when she needs to be put under for the surgery… I love your writing style.. your page is a beautiful comfort piece of happiness in my daily life. I understand if you can’t but it was worth a shot 😭🫶🏼🩷💗🎀 I just was wanting something to read afterwards or before to calm my nerves… and can’t seem to find an image and neither are my writing skills any good… Anyways I hope you have a good rest of your day regardless ☺️🌷☀️

𝐀/𝐍 -> Thank you for the request, this is a bit rushed and not too long but hope you still like it. And thank you for your feedback, I'm glad you like my work!

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A low groan leaves your lips when you see the reminder of the dentist appointment. It's not like you forgot it; how could you? The dentist is one of your biggest fears. The needles, the doctors — they cause an uncomfortable feeling. You just want to run away and get rid of your wisdom teeth. You inhale deeply, wiping the reminder away, and lean back on the couch.

You haven't slept well in days; the appointment causes so many thoughts that you just can't concentrate on something else. Not even your favorite series is helping your mind to stop spinning around the dentist appointment.

Before you can get lost in your thoughts once again, you hear your boyfriend coming home. When he opens the door, you smirk softly, and a moment later it reminds you that you still have that shit appointment, and he will force you to go there.

With a soft sigh, you wrap the blanket tighter around your body. Maybe he just forgot about your appointment, and you can convince him to do something more fun. Chris loves to spend time with you, so he will be into it when you ask him to go out for dinner or a trip tomorrow, right?

“Hi, babe,” he says, smirking when he walks into the living room. When he sees the blanket wrapped around you like a cocoon, he laughs. Chris leans against the wall; his eyes brighten when he admires you. “It's so warm; why are you wrapped in a blanket?”

“Because you were working and I needed cuddles!” You explain, nodding your head to underline it. Your husband laughs, pushing himself off the wall and making his way to the couch.

Chris lets himself fall next to you; his legs are slightly spread while he rests his back against the backrest of the couch. His hands are placed on his thighs, and then he turns his head toward you. Just the way he looks at you with that charming smile and his perfect blue eyes causes you to melt.

“Does your blanket cocoon have anything to do with the dentist appointment tomorrow?” He asks, and your eyes widen lightly. He hasn't forgotten the appointment just yet, so maybe you can convince him to do something more fun.

When you're not answering immediately, he chuckles, patting his thighs, waiting for you to move and sit on them. You crawl with your blanket still tight around you, closer to him and on his lap. Then you sit up and let yourself fall down forward, resting your head on his shoulder and your nose in the crock of his neck to inhale his scent deeply. Chris places his hands on your hips. pulling your closer against him.

“Do you wanna go bungee jumping tomorrow?” You ask. Maybe you can convince him to do something like that — it's scary to bungee jump but not as bad as the dentist. “Or we could jump out of a plane? This will be fun, won't it?”

Chris laughs, shaking his head. He moves his hands underneath the blanket, lifting your shirt to place them underneath the fabric. You shiver slightly when his soft fingers hit your skin. He grasps your hips, his thumbs moving soothingly over your stomach, and you sigh softly. Your husband's soft touches can calm you down like nothing else can. “We can go bungee jumping or jump out of a plane some other day, but tomorrow we have an appointment at the dentist.”

“But it's so much more fun to do bungee jumping,” you say, leaning back to show him your best pout. Chris leans forward, capturing your lips in a soft but passionate kiss with yours. His tongue glides over your lips, waiting for you to part them before he pushes his tongue into yours. When the two of you pull back, his forehead is resting against yours, and he looks deep into your eyes — they are so calm and beautiful.

“Pouting isn't working, babe. But we can jump out of a plane as often as you want after the appointment,” he offers, but you shake your head. You don't want to jump out of a plane, then, since that's still something you wouldn't do, but you would prefer it instead of going to the dentist. “I love you, and I will be there with you tomorrow. I will punch everyone who hurts my beautiful girl. And for now, I have a good idea for some distraction.”

Before you can ask him what he means, one of his hands is slipping into your pants, and you throw your head back. Chris finds your clit, rubbing small circles on it while he listens to the soft moans that leave your lips. He moves his hand and smirks. When he looks into your eyes, your lips parted, your cheeks red, and the way you look through your lashes, it makes him go crazy.

“Let's get into bed and continue there; it's more comfortable,” he says, kissing you before he grasps your thighs and lifts you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and let him carry you into the bedroom to continue your heated game.

The whole morning, you tried to convince your husband to go bungee jumping or something, but he just shook his head. Somehow he managed to get you into the car and to the dentist, while you told him a lot of reasons why jumping out of a plane or bungee jumping would be a lot more fun.

“Y/N Evans?” a woman asks, looking around, and you stand up. Chris follows you when you make your way to the woman. She smiles politely, but that doesn't stop your fear. When Chris reaches you, he grasps your hand and squeezes it. The three of you walk through the floor until you reach the room for the surgery. Your whole body trembles when you walk into the room.

“They just get rid of your teeth, and then we can jump out of a plane or whatever you want to do,” Chris says, chuckling softly when you look at him annoyed.

The woman who leads you into the room shows you to sit down on the chair; she shows Chris to sit at the edge of the room. Two other women walk into the room, saying hello and smiling nicely, but that doesn't help your nervousness. One of the women is explaining what they are going to do, but you just nod, trying to calm yourself down.

“It won't hurt, but when you feel better, we could ask your husband to come over here to help you calm down,” one of the women asks, and you nod immediately, smiling softly while your eyes light up when you look at Chris. He nods, pushing the chair closer, and sits down. The women prepare everything, and before you recognize it, the surgery starts, and you feel Chris playing with your pants while he looks at you, smirking when you roll your eyes.

When you wake up from your short sleep, you look around. Your mind feels really funny, and the guy who is playing with your pants looks really familiar. When you look at him with confusion, he chuckles softly, moving the chair to sit closer to you. “WOAH! You're Chris Evans!”

He laughs deeply, and you shiver slightly. Chris Evans is sitting in a room with you, touching you! You look him up and down; your mouth drops when he kisses your hand softly. His fingers feel so soft on your skin, and his plump lips are even softer.

“I've dreamed about kissing you,” you say, nodding to underline your statement. Chris can't hold back but bursts out laughing. You furrowed in confusion, not understanding why he laughed about it. He then leans closer and captures your lips with his. Your eyes widen when he pulls away and laughs again. “Chris Evans kissed me!”

When it knocks at the door, it swings slowly open, and a woman walks into the room. She smiles when she sees you with a dropped jaw. “Y/N Evans, right?”

“YOU'RE MARRIED?” You shout and look at your husband, who nods. “You just kissed me! I need to tell your wife that!”

“You can take her home now. The confusion should fade away in a few hours.”

Chris nods, then he gets up the chair, helping you to sit up, and kisses you once again. “I love you,” he mumbles against your lips.

“You love your wife!”

“I do; I just told her and kissed her,” he says, and your eyes widen, giggling. Chris brings the two of you home, and after a few hours, your mind is clear again. Your husband has told you about the way you reacted when you saw ‘the Chris Evans'; you both laughed about it. Chris makes dinner for the two of you while you look for a movie you could watch. He made some ice cream for you to cool your mouth, and you look at him the whole time while he makes dinner, smirking about how cute he is. He's so in love with you, like you're with him.

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:･ﾟ➴ 𝐈𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭: 𝐈𝐈𝐈

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Chris Evans x short!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | fluff, size difference, SMUT - minors DNI, short!reader, size kink, dom!chris, praise kink, degradation, dumbification, spitting, oral (m & f mentioned), dirty talk, choking, daddy kink, spanking, unprotected sex (p in v, anal), breeding kink, squirting, creampie.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | 𝐈𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭: 𝐈 & 𝐈𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭: 𝐈𝐈 continuation.

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𝗔/𝗡 | to celebrate daddy being the sexiest man alive, here is part three of one of my first stories !! i hope you all enjoy. all mistakes are my own.

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Chris is an early bird, quite the opposite of you. Especially after long travelling trips—it usually takes a few days for you to get back to your usual lively self. Jet lag always gets the best of you but it was worth it to visit your boyfriend while he worked.

And now that he’s back home and grateful he doesn’t have to live out of suitcases anymore, you two spent the whole night catching up and soaking in each other’s warmth before retreating to his big comfy bed.

Even though he wants to spend time with you after being apart for months, he lets you sleep in. When he got out of bed, he made sure you were tucked in the plush sheets and snuggled with pillows. All warm and safe from the autumn weather outside—and Dodger who stared at you until you woke up.

When you met Chris, he only had four pillows on his bed. Now he has at least seven, not counting the decorative ones. Similarly, his blanket game has significantly evolved to a collection of the softest blankets you’ve ever had the pleasure of sleeping with, oh, and don’t forget about his special winter ones that are thick and fluffy.

“Do you wanna go to the dog park?” Dodger perks up, adorable eyes looking at his owner intently. “You wanna go now, bubba?” Dodger hops down from the couch and goes toward the master bedroom. He stops, looking back at his owner.

Chris can’t help but laugh. “You’re right, let’s wake her up.” He follows his dog down the hallway and the opened French doors at the end.

You’re lying on your side, buried in the sheets with your face mushed in between two pillows and the white blanket up to your ears—he didn’t know how you slept with your face half covered. (“Can you even breathe?” “Duh, how else would I wake up every morning?” “Oh, shut up.”)

Chris slowly makes his way to the bed, shushing Dodger. “She’s tired, bubba. Do you really want her to come?”

The dog looks at him, head tilted to the side as his tongue hangs out.

“Of course, you do.” Chris sighs, wondering why he even asked. He gently caresses your head and brushes your hair with his fingers. Cooing and calling your name softly. “Wakey, wakey, darling.”

You flip over, still sound asleep with your arms above your head and quiet breaths coming from your parted mouth.

Chris barely resists tickling you, the last time he did that, you bruised his nose. So instead, he delicately traces down your jaw to your neck, shaking your shoulder. “Baby, c’mon, Dodger is going to start whining.”

As if on cue, from his spot on the bed, the dog starts making high-pitched noises. Loud enough that your eyes flutter open, immediately squinting from the bright sunshine.

“Ugh, why are the curtains open, you dick.”

“Because the plant you refuse to move needs light.” Chris glances at the little string of pearls hanging from the ceiling by the sliding glass doors.

“I told you to put another hook in the dining room.”

“And I told you to marry me before you start making renovations to my house.”

The glare you send almost scares him—but it’s Chris and it’s you, so he just shoots you an exaggerated grin. “Are you going to marry me now? Think about all of the amazing sleep you’ll get in our bed with the curtains shut whenever you want.”

Feeling forgotten, Dodger whines again. His heavy paw lands on your stomach as he noses at your face.

“I think you mean that I’ll instead get woken up by a grumpy puppy staring at me every morning.” You rub the pup’s ears, squirming away when he licks your face. “Yeah, isn’t that right, bubba? You’re a grumpy puppy when your daddy doesn’t wake up on time to feed you?”

“I think he likes when his mama feeds him more.”

You’ve gotten used to the marriage topic and Chris’ half jokes (it wasn’t a secret that he wanted to go the full mile). The media’s unrelenting rumours and debates about your relationship status were old news: “Trouble in Paradise? Details of Chris Evans’ failed marriage proposal to girlfriend!” “Captain Can’t Have It All: Chris Evans is officially the sexiest and saddest man alive”

It was funny how a lot of the articles credited close sources when in reality it was just a bunch of dramatic assumptions.

All those pesky breakup rumours end (for the time being anyway) when you post a baking video: homemade dog treats.

You posted the video on your Instagram captioned: Very proud to announce this recipe is approved by the toughest critic pup! Hard work does indeed pay off.

The video was cute, you were dressed in an apron and one of Chris’ flannels. In the comfort of his kitchen, you carefully followed the recipe, chatting up a storm with the very interested puppy (“He isn’t a puppy anymore.” “All dogs are puppies.”) at your feet.

After you finished cooking, it cut to Dodger at a miniature table, he had one of those doggy smiles and was wearing a bib, very obediently waiting for you to set up a few of the fresh treats. You gave him the go and he dug in, practically devouring the food in seconds.

Once he was done, he looked up at you in a silent plea for more, definitely giving you those signature puppy dog eyes—and who were you to deny such a sweet boy of his treats! The video ended with shaky footage of you being kissed to death by the happy pup.

People loved it, some even trying the recipe themselves and tagging you in it. Your friends made jokes about you ditching your job to become a full-time pastry chef for dogs, and honestly, you wouldn’t mind it.

One comment, in particular, catches your attention.

chrisevans: What a good girl ❤️ Will you cook for me and call me baby too?

That made you miss him even more and you immediately called him to gush about your little baking adventure.

“I miss you so fuckin’ much.” You can hear the pout in his voice. “Come see me this week, please?” Chris had a habit of forgetting that you can’t just drop everything and go with him to work. Sure, you tried your best but it was tough if he was across the globe.

Fights about that usually last a few hours at most. Chris hates going to bed angry and he’d much rather cuddle and talk it out than not say “I love you” before going to sleep.

As his birthday approached, you told him you couldn’t make it. As much as it hurt to lie to him, you had to for the surprise. Scott was already there, not wanting his brother to spend his birthday alone and when he asked if you could surprise Chris—no convincing was needed.

After getting on set while Chris was off filming, you huddled inside his trailer. It was a little hectic inside, with clothes and shoes skewed across the floor and an unmade bed. Empty coffee cups and water bottles were scattered over the counters. Working Chris was a little different than home Chris, so you cleaned up as much as you could, not wanting him to walk into a mess on his birthday.

“—I have ice in the freezer, I’ll just use that.” His voice flows through the opened window. You barely contain your squeal of excitement, quickly fumbling to fix your little setup. The door clicks open but no footsteps follow. “Did you lock my door?”

“Yeah,” Scott answers back. You hope he was recording.

Chris huffs, stepping one foot into the trailer. “No, you didn’t. It’s unlocked. I told you to lock it before you left, idiot.” When he sees you, his immediate reaction is to scream. With wide eyes and a hand over his chest, he falls back into the wall, taking a few seconds to process who’s in front of him. Then, the biggest, brightest grin grows on his face.

“Happy birthday!” You jump off the bed, tackling him in a hug. He picks you off the floor with his hands under your thighs, hiking you up high to kiss your lips with such force you get lightheaded.

“I got you flowers.” You pull away and point over at the dresser where the luscious bouquet sat. “And your favourite ice cream, that new book you’ve been talking about, a new sweater and baseball cap and—”

He interrupts you with another kiss, slipping his tongue between your lips and lowering you until your core brushes against his crotch. Scott gags, announcing to call him when you’re off to dinner before leaving. The door slams shut and you and Chris are alone.

When he pulls away, you bite his lip cheekily. “I thought presents were supposed to be a surprise.” His voice is deep and gravelly, and his lips stretch into a smirk under his moustache.

“Oh! Forget I said anything.” (You also made him a photo album, you cut up pictures of you both as children to glue together to make it look like they knew each other. It was dumb but it was cute! And Chris said he loved it!)

You freaked out about the nasty bruise on his arm and didn’t calm down until he accepted your offer to pamper him.

(Scott posts the video with a caption: Happy 40th birthday to my brother! Thought I’d get him the best present this year—a girl who can handle all his asshole behaviour! One of a kind for the best brother out there. P.S. yes, the ending of the video was as awkward for me as it was for you all watching. We’ll probably welcome a new baby in the next nine months.)

And well… Chris wouldn’t tell him but that was his plan from the moment he saw you.

Your clothes litter the once clean floor and your panties are tight in his fist as he brings them to his nose, inhaling deeply before he shoves them into your mouth, “Gotta be quiet, baby, these walls are thin.”

If he truly cared about keeping it quiet, he wouldn’t be bouncing you on his cock, using you like a toy and spanking your ass. His balls slap against the plug nestled deep inside your puckered hole, stretched and ready for him. You’re so pretty when you’re gagged, but he would rather hear you.

“Daddy, uh—uh, I can’t.” You weakly brace yourself against his hairy chest, digging your nails into his tattooed flesh. “You’re too—fuck!”

His blue eyes cloud with lust, he watches you whine and weep on his girth, babbling nonsense about him being too big, too deep. That wouldn’t do, you were made for his cock, and you fucking loved when he was all up in your guts. This was his birthday present (the best he’s ever been given) and he was going to take full advantage of it.

He groans when your walls tighten. The tendons in his neck tense and his arm hooks around your waist, tugging you closer. “Daddy’s too deep? Just wait ‘til I get in that ass.”

He manhandles you into different positions: on your side so he could wrap his bicep around your neck and make you watch in the mirror, he hooks your legs over his shoulders and bends you in half, gripping the headboard above you as you squirt again and he fills you for the first time that day, promising the end is nowhere near.

Chris fucks you like he hates you while cursing about how much he fucking loves you, his sweet girl.

“Such a little thing, poor cunt is crying on my cock, makin’ a stupid mess.” “Remember when you could only take me halfway? Fucked yourself on my tip like a dumb baby, now look atcha. Stuffed so full you can’t even think.” “That’s okay, daddy loves you even when you’re a little dummy.”

His big frame blocks any sort of light, shrouding you in shadows and bliss. Every thrust shoves the air straight from your lungs, leaving you a gasping, weeping mess. You gnaw on your fingers, squirming as he pounds into your ass, hitting deeper than ever. Your body ignites in hot pleasure, it prickles at your skin and makes tears well up in your eyes, that band tightening in your belly again.

“Look at that pretty hole, stretched to the brim with daddy’s cock, gonna have no more room when I cum in you again, huh?” He coos when you cry and kisses your wet cheeks. “You better thank me for giving your pussy a break.”

“T-Thank you, da—daddy.” You hiccup, eyes rolling back as his pace builds with speed and strength, his hips slap against your ass, obscenely wet noises filling the room.

Your juices and his previous load dribble out of your used cunt to your ass. He fucks that filth back into you, groaning lowly as your cream coats his pulsating length. “That’s my good little slut.” “Fuck—you’re so fuckin’ messy, huh? Look at that shit.” He forces you to look down, a ring of whiteness sits at the thick base of his cock, sticking to his skin and smearing to his full balls, undoubtedly a mixture of your shared arousal. “Dirty girl, creamin’ all over me. Should make you clean it up, fuck your pretty face—and make you suck on my balls too.”

Your please daddy is barely audible.

“Yeah, you want that, baby? Wanna clean daddy’s sack like a little ballslut?” He spits on your soppy core, adding to the filthy fluids that cover your petals. “My sweet baby, you’re doing so good for me. Gonna knock you up tonight, you know that?”

He licks his thumb, then brings it down to your puffy clit which was still sensitive from his mouth—and that fucking moustache. You gasp sharply, your hand shooting out to grasp his wrist. “Missed these pretty holes, missed your creamy cunt on my face. This little button missed me too, yeah?” “Daddy will give her lots of attention, sweet girl, gonna get her all swollen and make it hurt—I know you love it when it hurts.”

The trailer was rocking and there’s no doubt that everyone knew what was going on (if your moans weren’t enough).

“Daddy loves your little hole, baby, feels so fucking good.” “You worked yourself open just for me? Fingered your ass like a whore so I could fuck you?” “That’s why you’re my baby, always so good for me.”

Your mind goes blank as he fucks you stupid, drool hangs out of your mouth and you feebly push at his abs. “Poor baby, am I going too deep?” “Good, wanna fuck all that attitude outta you.”

You can do nothing but watch as he rocks above you, the light fanning around his head like a halo as sweat glistens on his skin.

“Open up.” You obey, and he spits on your tongue, then again on your cheek so he could smear it into your skin. He grips your throat, and your wispy gasps turn into squeaky uh, uh, uh’s, “You want it, baby? Want daddy’s cum up your ass? Wanna be my little cumrag tonight?” “Beg me.”

“Dad–dy, please cum in me. I wanna, uh, need to feel—” Your voice breaks into a mewl when he slips two fingers into your sore pussy. You’re rushed to the edge, teetering closer with every pump of his long, thick fingers, your juices leak out around his cock, claiming him in the lewdest of ways.

“Fucked so dumb you can’t even beg.” “What’s this fuckin’ mouth for then? Is it just another hole for my cock and balls? A filthy cumdump?” He wished you could see yourself, cockdrunk with tears and spit on your face, your makeup ruined beyond salvation—but he thought you’ve never looked more beautiful. “Must be.” He drops down to lick into your slack mouth, kissing you breathlessly as his hips stutter, his fingers thrusting into that rough patch brutally.

All it takes is a few rumbling dirty words for you to reach that high. You clench around him and he presses balls deep, taking out his fingers to rub your puffy clit. Euphoria comes in bright colours and tingling sensations, with a final cry of his name, your juices spurt out and cover his hand and lower abs.

His body gives out and he crashes on top of you, pinning you down as his seed fills you to the brim, dribbling out from around his pulsating length and down his tight balls. “Fuckin’ take it, take my fuckin’ cum—so good—”

He swipes up the droplets and brings them to your mouth, tracing your lips before rubbing your tongue. “Don’t we taste good together, baby?” He wraps your legs around his waist and starts thrusting again, fucking his cum deeper while some also leak out, adding to the messy sheets. “Daddy’s not done yet, I gotta teach you a lesson about lying to me—for my fucking birthday, ya brat.”

It was safe to say that you’ve never felt more dirtier and loved when you limped out of the trailer a few hours later, practically waddling to the car with wet cheeks that never seemed to cool down—while Chris strutted proudly with his arms full of his gifts, your panties in his pocket and waving his hotel key. “I plan on taking full advantage of your visit, darling, 41 is a milestone to celebrate.”

Chris loved winning. Whether it was a lame competition between the two of you/with his brother, or an award/role he’s been hoping for, Chris strived to come out on top time and time again. Although, he’s gotten to that point in his career where things can slow down and he’s comfortable in his place, successful and secure. (“Some would say that makes the perfect time for a wedding but what the hell do I know?” He laughed sarcastically.)

Hence why you’re currently upside down and being paraded around the house like a prize.

You squeak when his hand lands on your ass. The flesh is still sore from earlier this morning when he fucked you into the mattress. He couldn’t resist when you were so cute and bleary, sweetly kissing his chest and telling him how much you loved him. If you didn’t want to get railed first thing in the morning, why the fuck were you wearing his t-shirt and no panties to bed? That’s just asking to get folded and fucked like his little whore.

“I didn’t hear that, what did you say?”

“I’m gonna throw up if you don’t put me down!”

Another sharp spank. “That’s not it. Maybe you'll learn to believe me from now on, huh? And not be a little brat in front of our friends.” “What was it, oh—he’d never win, he’s too much of a pussy to accept the title.”

You were drunk when you said that and you thought he was too, but as he got older, he limited his beers and was sober when you blatantly rejected any of his chances of winning the 2022 title of Sexiest Man Alive.

In fact, you bet he wouldn’t win—drunk you was a troublemaker. After the whole 2021 Sexiest Man Alive fiasco, you thought the media was going to rob him again. But you couldn’t have been more wrong, especially when the headlines came out and Chris had the biggest ‘I told you so’ smile on his face.

He’s lied before (about very stupid things), why would you believe him now? Especially when he expressed how nervous he was about accepting the title before, and how he would be bullied by his friends.

“I accepted it.”

“No, you didn’t.” You giggle sleepily, snuggling deeper into the sheets.

“I did.” Chris stands by the bathroom door, shirtless with his sweatpants hanging low. “I told you when I had the photoshoot, remember?”

No, you don’t because your memory was shit. “Mhm, okay. I guess you get delirious when you’re drunk. It’s okay, baby, you're still the sexiest man alive to me.” Then you fell asleep peacefully, buried under the blankets while he wrapped you in his arms, already feeling smug about your rude awakening just brimming on the horizon.

He thinks about you so much that he dreams about you almost every night. Even when you’re in his arms, tucked against him firmly with your cold feet brushing his legs. He used to say it took a long time for him to need human contact, but now he knows it was because he didn’t have you—he didn’t have someone who he wanted to be with all the time. Even just in your presence, in the same room doing completely different things in your own space but in each other’s company.

Speaking of drunk you, Chris never failed to care for you when you were inebriated and terribly uncoordinated.

“Behave.” He set you on the floor, pointing a finger at you which you tried to bite. “No. Hey, come back.” He drags you by your hips towards the bed after you tried leaving. “Get in bed.”

“Ooh, not gonna take me out to dinner first? And no flowers?” (As if he hadn’t showered you with affection all day/night while at a friend's birthday party). “I thought Christopher Evans was a chivalrous, romantic man?”

“He is. But only to good girls.” “Are you going to be my good girl and get into bed?”

It must’ve been the alcohol or his tatted, hairy chest peeking out from under his green button-up that filled your foggy mind with endless fantasies, making you instantly obey. Usually, you’d put up some more of a fight, asking him to touch you with his big soft hands—ugh, your panties were soaked and he seemed to know it from the smirk on his pretty face.

Chris takes your silence as confirmation and grabs clothes from his dresser. “Change into these, I know you’d hate me if I let you sleep in that.” He points to your tight satin blue dress.

You shake your head stubbornly.

Chris sighs. “C’mon, sweetheart, just do what I say.” “Don’t you want to be my good girl?”

There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that he knew what he was doing. In a daze, you clench your thighs, and rock your hips a little from your spot on the bed, drunk and desperate for some relief, anything.

Chris plays it cool, stuffing his hands into his pockets to keep from touching you. You’ve been teasing him all night, kissing his neck and grinding against him, it was a miracle he lasted this long. “I have to let Dodge outside, baby. Call me when you’re done and I’ll tuck you in.”

People still bring up those photos of him groping your ass or kissing you with a hand loosely around your throat. How could they ignore the ones that so vividly show off your size difference? He was the biggest when he was in the MCU, and proudly picked you up whenever he wanted, giving the paparazzi exactly what they wanted: “Chris Evans is a Giant and We Hope His Girlfriend is Okay” “When will Chris Evans learn his girlfriend isn’t a sack of potatoes? Here are our predictions!”

He was a giant. A damn mountain of a man as you kneel between his legs under the desk. “There we go—deeper, baby.” He grunts, guiding you further down his length. The fat tip is heavy on your tongue and already leaking precum, you sneakily lick at the pearls, desperate for a taste. He holds you as deep as you can go, which is barely halfway so you jerk the rest of his length with your hand.

He’s so thick your fingers don’t meet. Chris growls at the size difference, your cute hand dwarfed by his big dick. He gently pets your head when your tongue drags up and down the underside of his girth, messily spreading your saliva. “Are you gonna stay there while I work?” You nod or try to with his cock shoved down your throat. “What a sweet girl, keeping daddy’s cock warm. You’re my good little cocksleeve, hm?”

Your size difference got him off to no end, just the thought of you struggling to take his cock or his fingers in your tight holes made him rock hard.

He also loved being a dick about it too.

“Look, baby, I found your size.” Chris holds up a pair of infant shoes, dangling them from his fingers. He pouts mockingly, “you need new shoes, honey?”

You throw the tiny stuffed animal you were holding, it bounces off his head and lands on the ground.

Chris cackles, quickly covering his mouth when a couple looks over. He sets the shoes down and mutters under his breath, “No need for the tantrum… sheesh.”

“You know what, how about you shop for a gift alone? Better yet, why don’t you go to the baby shower alone?”

“Now, now, calm down before you explode.” “God knows how much anger can fit in your body, squirt.”

Chris has no clue how lucky he is. You claim to tolerate him poking fun at your height, but you actually really liked it. Your banter was always entertaining and if you were bratty enough, he’d go all dom mode.

“Are you okay??” “What happened to you?” “Call me ASAP”

#GetWellSoonY/N was trending along with a few photographs. Specifically, the ones taken of you with Chris and his family on vacation.

There were some of you both and his family on the beach, playing with the nieces and nephews, having a picnic or sightseeing.

Although, there were some of you and Chris that everyone seemed to focus on, along with a short video taken from a different angle than the photos. (Your disguises weren’t the best, and that’s probably why you were spotted).

You and Chris are talking, his hand on your waist and yours fiddling with a camera. You were trying to change the settings and when Chris offered (for the fourth time) to help, you just scoffed, “Yeah, the old man who can barely use his phone is going to help me with a camera that costs thousands of dollars? Pluh-ease.”

The video ends just after he lands a harsh spank on your ass, hard enough that you stumble forward and almost drop the camera. Worst of all, you can hear his palm make contact with your flesh.

‘Praying for Y/N and her 🐱.’

‘I wouldn’t be surprised if chris’ gf can’t walk today.’

‘Y’all see that firmness of his hand? My ass is throbbing just from watching.’

And the best article title you’ve seen in a while: ‘BREAKING NEWS: Chris Evans SPANKS His Girlfriend! Why Can’t He Leave the Poor Girl Alone?’

“Well, my publicist is not happy… again.”

“And whose fault is that?”

“I don’t know. Who has the attitude problem?”

You and Chris both stare at each other, clearly having different answers to that question. You narrow your eyes, at this moment, you hate that you have to look up at him while he glares down at you, his pink lips in a scowl.

“You’re a brat, you know that?” His voice lowers and he cups your jaw, leaning closer, the blues of his eyes going dark. “You’re lucky I take it easy on you.”

You laugh in disbelief, slapping away his hand. “Tell that to my bruised ass and waddle.”

Every once in a while, the public gets a peek into your relationship. The softer side that wasn’t broadcasted all over the media.

“Play. Play. Play.” The dog repeatedly presses the button. “Okay, okay, bub.” You come into the frame, dressed in sweatpants and a hoodie. You grab a ball from Dodger’s bucket of toys and step out to the backyard. The sun is setting, bathing the autumn trees and grass in gold, only adding to the tranquillity. Chris gets it all on camera: you throwing the ball and cheering enthusiastically when Dodger brings it back. You shower him in pets and kisses before throwing the ball again, this time further away.

This was it—this was home. Chris used to be convinced that he’d never reach that level of intimate security, that warm place where he could be vulnerable and trust someone else wholly. His whirlwind of life was full of obstacles, long months away from home, and nasty rumours and expectations that kept him up at night, but right now, all of that faded into the glow in your eyes as you waved him over with a gleaming smile.

He posted that video after you fell asleep.

chrisevans: What a perfect day! 🌲☀️❤️ Would’ve been more perfect if she didn’t wrestle me to the ground as soon as I stepped out, but all is good, she’s smaller than me anyway.

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: there we go !! the long awaited finale to one of my first series. when i posted the first part, it was my first time writing reader insert smut and now i'm a shameless slut on here. certified ballslut/sackslut! so that proves you can do anything if you just try, or fall down a rabbit hole of word porn and spend hours a day writing some yourself. but hey, i'm not complaining, i love it here.

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! did you know that daddy Chris Evans is the sexiest man alive?

As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3 — ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

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imyourbratzdoll · 2 years

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𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑

here’s a slightly longer version of this drabble, hope you like it.

summary - you fall asleep during a scene and chris falls for you even more.

the gif isn’t mine, divider by @newlips

“Okay! Everyone get into your places!” The director shouts, film and sound crew, are on standby. Everyone faces toward the bedroom set, and Chris and Y/n stand beside the bed, wearing comfy clothing and prepared to do their scene so they can go home and sleep.

“ACTION!”

Chris and Y/n crawl into the bed, getting under the covers before Chris opens his arms as Y/n settles herself on him. She rests her cheek against his chest, her arms wrapping around his waist whilst Chris wraps his hand around Y/n. He leans down before whispering low enough that the sound guy doesn’t pick it up. “Is this okay?” Y/n nods, nestling herself into him more.

The camera catches a scene of a couple.

Chris places a kiss on top of Y/n’s head before opening the book in front of him. He pretends to read for a bit as he traces small patterns on Y/n’s side, stroking gently up and down before he begins to speak.

“So… I was thinking we could go to those markets you love so much tomorrow?” Y/n accidentally drones out what he’s saying as the warmth of Chris’s body seeps into her skin. She could no longer fight off the sleep that was welcoming her. The feeling of his fingers tracing small patterns and his heartbeat calmed her, and she felt safe and comfortable. His body felt like a warm cocoon that she never wanted to leave.

Darkness welcomes her, the thought of the movie leaving her mind altogether. It’s been a few minutes since Chris said his line, and everyone is waiting for yours to come when it doesn’t come. The director motions for Chris to see what’s happening, not wanting the scene to be cut short.

Chris looks down, “Honey?” The hand that is on your side softly pokes you, looking closely. Chris notices that you’ve fallen asleep, soft little breaths leaving your lips and cute snorts here and there, and your body nuzzles closer to him. His eyes fill with genuine love at the sight, and the director motions for them to continue filming. He leans forward as he watches the chemistry playing out in front of him and how well this scene will play out in the movie.

Chris gently places the book off to the side before lifting a hand to your face and stroking your cheek with his thumb, his heart warm from knowing you felt safe with him.

“CUT!”

The crew begins to turn off the cameras, lights and sound. Heading off for the night, the director looks at Chris and nods toward you, a small smile on his face, before he turns and leaves.

Chris softly picks you up before carrying you off to your trailer. He feels you stir, a cute sound leaving your lips as you begin to wake up. Once your eyes open, you begin to look around, confused, still dreary from just waking up, before looking at the man carrying you, noticing that it’s Chris causing you to relax.

He looks down at you, smiling softly. “It’s okay. Go back to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake.” Y/n nods, curling herself more into his body. Slowly drifting back into a deep sleep, unaware of the loving smile Chris directs toward you. He walks into his trailer, setting you down before crawling in beside you and holding you tight against him. He gently kisses the back of your head before drifting off into a blissful sleep.

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capevans3000 · 2 years

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She’s Mine!

Summary: Chris Evans’s got competition.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Fluffffffffff. <3

Like and Reblog if you enjoy this! Thank you loves! <3

You were looking forward to having dinner at Chris’ family home. Since you started dating him two years ago, dinner with his family became a norm and a routine. Even when Chris was out of town for work, you were there, spending time with his family, sometimes even having sleepovers with his niece and nephews. Naturally, you’ve gotten close to Lisa, Scott, Shanna and Carly and they’ve always treated you as one of their own. “Chris had better make you an official Evans soon or I’m gonna give him the scolding of his life.” Lisa would often tease when you attended dinner on your own.

After being away for a while for his press conferences and movie premieres, Chris was finally home and he was excited to see you and his family. You laughed as you listened to him ramble on about the movie merchandise from Buzz Lightyear that he got the children. His energy was unmatchable whenever he talked about Disney. Well, except maybe for Dodger, who was wagging his tail excitedly at the back seat of the car, bobbing his head at Chris while he demonstrated how the toys worked. Sometimes you wonder how you could get so lucky with the both of them.

“Look at this, Y/N.” Chris laughed as he tried to fly a Buzz figurine into your line of sight at the red light.

“Yes, I see him, Chris. Maybe Buzz would like to take over the wheels instead? I don’t mind going to infinity and beyond, as long as it’s with this one.” You teased, and turned around to give Dodger a kiss. Dodger reacted by resting his head on your shoulders, which elicited a huge “Awwwwww” from your lips.

“Hey, come on, I’m sitting right here, you can see me too right?” Chris pouted at you. You turned to look at him, but instead of stroking his hurt feelings, you stuck out your tongue at him.

You pulled into the driveway of Chris’ family home, and had barely even stepped out of the car when you heard your name being shouted from inside the house. Before you could react, three pairs of hands enveloped you. “Aunt Y/N! We missed you!” the kids screamed in unison. You laughed and gave each of the three children a hug back. “I miss you guys too!”

From the other side of the car, Chris stepped out and drew out his arms, waiting for a hug from his niece and nephews too. Chris erupted into laughter as he picked each of the kids up effortlessly. You and Dodger followed behind Chris, who was now a human transporter, with three children clung onto different parts of his body as he wobbled into the house. The children had not seen their uncle for a few months, and you could tell how much they missed each other.

After the usual hugs, kisses and greeting with the family, Lisa called for everyone to sit down for dinner. You assumed your usual spot, and Chris naturally followed and pulled out the seat next to you. Before he could sit down though, Miles came dashing over and swooped into the chair like a ninja. “My seat! I want to sit next to my princess Y/N.” Miles said and smiled at you.

“Wha- What just happened?!” Chris exclaimed, confused and seat-less. “Princess Y/N?”

“Yeah, she is my Princess Y/N and I am her Prince, uncle Chris.” Miles replied matter-of-factly, almost as if he was explaining that 1 + 1 was 2 to Chris.

“Oh, yeah? Since when huh, you little ninja?” Chris playfully challenged.

“Since always. I’m going to marry Y/N when I am older.” Miles stuck out his tongue at Chris. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m starting to see a lot of similarities between the two of you.” Chris tutted. “And hey, Y/N is mine, and I’m going to marry her first.”

“No, me first.”

“No, me!”

“No, she’s mine!”

“Nuh uh, she’s mine!”

“No, Uncle Chris, she’s mine!”

“No, she’s mine!” Chris walk to you and planted a kiss on your cheeks.

“She’s mine!” Miles tried to pull Chris away from you.

“Okay, all right, you two kids, settle down. Why don’t we have dinner first, and then we will discuss who is going to marry Y/N.” Lisa laughed as she clapped her hands together. “Now, Chris, you can go sit at the other side of Y/N.” Chris walked over to your other side, his narrowing eyes not leaving Miles.

You laughed and mouthed a “thank you” at Lisa.

“Well, mum, at least we know it’s a done deal. Y/N is going to be part of the family officially.” Carly said and shot you a knowing smile.

“Yeah, it’s just a matter of how fast. Is it in 2 years or 20 years? We shall find out after dinner.” Scott chimed in, in his best gameshow voice.

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buckybarnesandmarvel · 7 months

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𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝

pairings: chris evans x vet!reader

warnings: a whole bunch of fluff

summary: an ordinary day at the shelter turns into something... unexpected

a/n: trust chris to get me out of writers block. also holy fuck that outfit has a fucking chokehold on me ithinkiforgothowtobreathelohmygod

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You weren't told about this. Well... you were told someone was coming in for a collaborative video linked to the dogs... but you definitely weren't expecting this.

Chris-fucking-Evans.

You watched as he walked in, his broad figure hugged by a too-tight shirt, a small chain peeking through the collar, his hair messy under his cap and his blue eyes sparkling through his glasses. A large grin adored his face as he clapped his hands excitedly. You couldn't help discretely looking him up and down and your thoughts took over, momentarily distracting you. You took a deep breath and walked into your treatment room.

You were the resident vet at the shelter, looking after all the dogs that were brought in. You loved your job, being able to hang out with the dogs all day, it was both fun and rewarding. You knew them all at this point and made it your habit to see all of them first thing in the morning and last thing at night.

You had actually adopted your pup, Buzz, from the shelter, a beautiful baby chocolate lab. To be fair, you would've gladly adopted them all if your landlord hadn't forbade you and you had enough money and space. Now you just brought him into work, letting him run around and socialise as you did your thing.

You were doing a checkup on a dalmatian that had been brought in the week before when the camera crew came in, Chris-fucking-Evans tailing along behind them with a large smile. You momentarily paused, your eyes widening slightly before you put on a smile and made more room. You introduced yourself and the dog, Coco and they asked you a couple questions then let you work, filming you doing the checkup. Chris stood to the side watching intently as you worked with the dalmatian, wearing the scrubs and gloves you had leant him. You were glad Coco was calm throughout the checkup, not getting spooked by the amount of people in the room.

You smiled as you deemed everything fine with her and stepped aside as Chris came forward to give her a treat. Your heart almost burst when you saw how soft he was with her, raising his voice a couple octaves higher as he pet her gently. Once your piece was over, the crew left as you got ready to take Coco back to her room. You clipped on the leash as you looked for anything you had maybe left, when you saw Chris standing by your equipment, a smile still on his face.

"Hi?"

"Uh hey! Hey. I'm Chris." He looked at you and stepped forward, extending his hand for a handshake. You took his hand in yours as you smiled shyly.

"Yeah, I know. It's really nice to meet you sir."

Chris gave out a breathy laugh as his cheeks became dusted with a slight pink.

"Please no need for that, just call me Chris."

"Okay... Chris. Was there anything you needed?"

"Nah, I just wanted to say that's it's great y'know... what you do for the dogs here."

Your cheeks heated at the compliment as you smiled wider.

"Thank you! But honestly, it's not much. I love what I do."

"Still, it's exceptional.... hey... i was wondering if you're free after this?"

You froze slightly as your eyes widened a fraction. Your jaw almost dropped as you took in the man in front of you. He couldn't possibly want to go out with you..? You mentally shook the thought off and heat rose to your cheeks as you realise you kept him waiting.

"Y-yep! I'm free."

"Great! What time do you get off?"

"7."

"I'll be waiting..."

He winked and walked out of the room, leaving you slightly flustered and confused, but it a good way. And you couldn't help thinking that was something... unexpected.

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coltrainbat · 1 year

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Part 2 of bubba? Would love to see more of protective!chris 🥺

Bubba Part 2: Bump

A/N: Everyone grasp your loins i'm back... lol and a funny update after being bullied by my roommates they found this account and followed it to "keep tabs" so everyone say heyyy to my inner circle who I recommend sleep with one eye open 🥰

"Stay beside me yeah?" Chris held you tightly, staring at you intently as he helped you out of the car.

"I can barely walk, you don't have to worry about me pulling a runner." Chris gave a small smile at your light hearted joke.

At this stage, you were 6 months pregnant and HUGE. The last thing Chris wanted to do is shove you in front of a thousand cameras and screaming crowds but you insisted you two go. You desperately wanted to get out of the house and do yourself up after living in sweatpants.

Chris couldn't deny despite the heartburn, oily hair, night sweats and cankles you were glowing and looked absolutely stunning tonight to the point he had to hold himself back from giving you another baby.

"We can go home at anytime." He rubbed the small of your back lightly, fidgeting with the top layer of your dress.

You two approached the interview platform, Chris easing you gently yet forcing your whole body weight on him as he helped up the short 2 inch step.

You smiled at him endearingly as you approached the report. He wasn’t necessarily a bad reporter he just was a bit too enthusiastic for you and Chris’s liking not to mention a little invasive both figuratively and physically.

Chris knowing this placed himself between you and the reporter, hand encasing yours between you two.

“And here we have Chris, Y/N and the bump..” He outstretched his hand, verging towards your bump but not before the ever alert Chris, pushed his hand away promptly

“Absolutely not.” Chris said sternly, eyeing the report with challenging eyes.

He laughed nervously, moving his hands back into his pockets.

“Well do you guys know the gender yet?”

“We do!” You both said proudly, at the same time.

“Well how about giving us a W News exclusive huh?”

“Yeah no we plan to keep that information between us and our family for the time being.”

“Oh come on is Captain America having a strong boy or beautiful girl… let it out.”

Chris was getting annoyed at this point, so you gave his forearm a soft squeeze.

“I don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl and either can be beautiful and strong at the same time. I’m just grateful for a so far healthy baby and wife. Thanks for your questions.”

You smiled up at him as he led you off the platform, reaching his limit on stupid questions.

Moving off the platform you let out a groan of pain. Chris’s eyes shot to your face concern written all over his;

“What’s wrong? You hurt?”

“No no.” You waved him “My feet are killing me.”

“I did tell you not to wear them.” You glared at his hindsight for now was not the time to play the “I told you so” game.

“It’s called an OUTFIT Christopher.” You spat at him through gritted teeth.

“Sorry sorry… here take ‘em off.” He crouched down, pulling up his slacks slightly to get on one knee.

“I can’t just do that in public!”

“You’re pregnant, you can get away with anything.” He brushed you off.

Chris lifted up the skirt of your dress, slowly easing your foot out of the shoes.

You sighed with relief as he gave your feet a quick massage in his large hands.

“Better right?”

“So much better. Thank you.” You gave him a quick peck on the lips.

Holding the heels in his hands, you walked the rest of the event barefoot and in way less pain.

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chrisevansdaughter · 9 months

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Scott and Chris always scare each other… what about Chris accidentally scares his little toddler reader who just got up from a nap?

Maybe only Scott can calm her down after this🥺 ???

Scare games gone wrong

Paring: Brother Chris & Scott x toddler! Reader

Summary; in the height of the lockdowns for the pandemic we all remember the scare games. Let’s just see one of those times it goes wrong.

Of course the whole point of war for the other not to know when it was going to happen but add their baby sister into the mix one afternoon.

All hell breaks loose.

Scott had put y/n down for a nap and was just chilling in the kitchen. Chris no where to be seen. He knew that probably meant a scare was being schemed, but Chris wouldn’t do that whilst she was napping right? He thought.

Time went by, he was just catching up on work, reading new scripts and replying to emails whilst listening out for if y/n woke up.

Most of the time she’d just climb out of bed because she had toddler bed with a rail just for her comfort and the brothers piece of mind.

Chris went to go scare Scott running round the corner into the kitchen, he soon found out he didn’t run into to him or dodger it was a sleepy y/n with her messy bed head, dummy hanging off her sleep suit and blankie tailing behind.

“Rawr!!! Scott I got you!!!” Chris screamed.

Tears lines her eyes, conflicted at why chrissy just did that, loud cries engulfed the entire room, echoing into the living room where Scott was currently going through emails on the couch.

“Chris what the hell is going on!” He asks as he walks into the kitchen, y/n running to him away from Chris. “Come here bubbas, you’re okay, it’s okay.” He tries to console a sleepy little y/n who’s basically having a meltdown.

Chris was sheepishly stood by the fridge, trying to make y/n a bottle as a little “I’m sorry”

It took a while for Scott to calm her down, before she would even let Chris anywhere near her or even let him try and get a word in without crying again.

“Bubs, come here sweet girl I’ve got something for you” He says as he shakes the bottle up for it to be ready to present to his little love.

“Mhmh Crissy” she mumbles from behind her dummie snuggling more into Scott before fully giving Chris another chance.

“I’m sorry sunshine, Chrissy is sorry baby” he sits in her room on the nursing seat that his sister insisted upon for her room at his house.

He rocks her as he tells her how much he loves her and how sorry he is, looking down at a sleepy milk drunk bubba lull herself back into her sleepy slumber he interrupted.

He knows next time, scare games can go wrong.

And let’s just say Scott wasn’t happy with him for the rest of the day…

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drtyelvisfantasy · 9 months

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Love in the Hamptons🤍🥂

Parings: Chris Evans x reader

Summary: You and Chris spend a romantic weekend in the Hamptons

Song for the fic: Old Money- Lana Del Rey

The warm summer breeze swept through the car as Chris drove down the winding road towards their house in the Hamptons. The scent of saltwater filled the air, and the anticipation of a relaxing weekend away together made your hearts flutter.

As the both of you arrived at the stunning beachfront property, Chris parked the car and turned to you with a grin. "Welcome to our little slice of paradise," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Hand in hand, you and Chris walked up the stone pathway, surrounded by vibrant flowers and manicured gardens. The sound of seagulls filled the air as the both of you reached the front door. Chris unlocked it, revealing a beautifully decorated beach-style interior that exuded warmth and comfort.

Your eyes widened in awe as you stepped inside. The spacious living room boasted large windows that overlooked the ocean, inviting the golden sunlight to fill the space. The scent of fresh ocean air mingled with the soft sound of waves crashing against the shore.

Chris wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling them close. "This place has always been my sanctuary," he confessed, his voice filled with affection. "And now, it's ours."

Over the next few days, you and Chris reveled in the beauty of the Hamptons. The both of spent lazy mornings strolling along the shoreline, the both of your bare feet sinking into the warm sand. The sun kissed your skin, and laughter filled the air as the both of you chased each other, playfully splashing water.

In the afternoons, you and Chris explored the quaint little town nearby, hand in hand as you both ventured into charming boutiques and indulged in ice cream cones. The both of you shared intimate conversations over candlelit dinners, savoring every moment of each other's company.

As the sun began to set, you and Chris would retreat to the porch, sinking into plush chairs as you both watched the sky transform into a canvas of vibrant colors. With your fingers intertwined with his, you and Chris would whisper sweet nothings and dreams for the future to each other, feeling the weight of Chris’s love grow stronger with each passing day.

On one particular evening, a gentle breeze rustled through the palm trees that lined the property. Chris pulled you into a slow dance on the porch, swaying to the rhythm of the waves crashing against the shore. The soft sound of “Moonlight Serenade” by Frank Sinatra playing in the background added a touch of magic to the moment.

The both of your hearts beat in sync as the both of you danced under the starlit sky, together your was love casting a warm glow around the both of you. In that moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only Chris and you in your own little universe.

As the night wore on, the both you wrapped yourselves in blankets and lay on the porch, your bodies pressed close together. Your fingertips traced constellations in the sky, sharing stories and dreams that the both of you had never spoken aloud before.

Eventually, exhaustion took hold, and you both retreated to the cozy bedroom, falling into a peaceful sleep wrapped in each other's arms. The Hamptons had witnessed your love story unfold, and it held those memories close, ready to welcome them back whenever you and Chris needed a sanctuary from the outside world.

In the embrace of your shared beachfront home, the both of you found solace, love, and a never-ending bond. The Hamptons became not just a place, but a symbol of your love, a reminder of the beauty you both had created together.

And as the both of you drifted off to sleep, your hearts and souls intertwined, you knew that the Hamptons would forever hold a special place in your hearts—a haven that would always welcome the both of you back, whispering tales of love and memories yet to be made.

#chris evans blurb #chris evans x reader #chris evans fluff #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x reader fluff #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #chris evans #chris evans x female reader

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i-have-a-wonky-eye-too · 1 year

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Request: Chris and the Reader doing a Instagram live where they Cooking together. Chris offen Check her out and the Comment gets Pretty Hot 😜😜

Hot Stuff... Chris Evans x reader (Can be read as part 7)

<Part 6<

Warnings: 18+ readers only, swearing, nicknames (sweetheart, baby girl), teasing, light spanking?, mentions of possible daddy kink, Chris being all about the butt

Warnings: fluff, swearing, Chris being his usual butt man self, horny thoughts, pictures not mine

"WE'RE BACK!" You called out letting Dodger enter the house before you.

"I'm in here, sweetheart," Chris answered as he angled his laptop that sat on top of the kitchen island so most of the kitchen was in view.

Dodger was first to run into the kitchen, heading over to his bed that already had a treat waiting for him.

You followed behind him and walked up to Chris with a soft smile. You wrapped your arms around his waist from the side, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "I thought you might have started without me." You smiled up at him nervously.

Chris smiled as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kissed your forehead. "Of course not. If you're not ready to start then we don't start." He nodded to the laptop.

Chris usually didn't look forward to doing live Q&A's, but this one he was excited to do this. His fans had been asking for a while now if they could 'meet you'. He'd posted little things here and there on Instagram and Twitter after you attended the premieres with him and for the most part, everyone had been lovely. Of course, there had also been a few comments that pissed him off and upset you but Chris was quick to defend you and reassure you that he loved you. When Chris approached you about doing the Q&A with him this time, he expected you to tell him no, but you had agreed, on one condition, that you did it whilst cooking dinner together.

"Okay... Well, let's start now before I change my mind altogether." You drew in a shaky breath.

Chris chuckled, "How about we post a picture first? Let people know we're about ready to start." Chris said as he pulled his phone out of his back pocket.

You nodded. "Okay... but take a picture of, Dodger," You looked down at where he laid in his bed. "God, he's cute."

Chris chuckled again. "Well, I'm not gonna argue there." He bent down in front of Dodger and took a quick picture of him, grinning as you cooed at him over Chris' shoulder.

ChrisEvans: Dodger's got a front-row seat to mine and y/l-y/l/n live Q&A that's about to start!!

Once Chris had uploaded the picture he wrapped his arms around you. "Don't be nervous, sweetheart. It's just you, me and Dodger." Chris whispered as you hugged him back. "There's nothing to worry about."

"Other than the thousands of people watching us and asking all sorts of questions." You mumbled against his chest.

"Nothing to worry about. We just answer the questions we want to. If you start to feel uncomfortable just say and we'll stop." He kissed the top of your head before untangling himself from you. "Ready?" He asked as he cupped your face in his large hands.

You nodded taking a deep breath. "Ready."

Chris sent you a wink as he looped his arm around your waist and pulled you in front of him, pressing a final kiss to your temple before starting the live video.

"Hey, guys, Chris Evans here and as promised, so is the lovely and gorgeous, Y/n ." Chris smiled at you as he gave your hip a reassuring squeeze.

You waved your hand nervously, "Hello." You gave a small smile to the camera, trying not to look at the comments that were flying in.

"Now, we will answer as many questions as we can but we're also trying to cook dinner at the same time and, I don't know about you, sweetheart, but I am starving." Chris looked at you.

You nodded, "Me too. I've been looking forward to making dinner."

Chris nodded as he looked at the screen and chuckled as he read some of the comments. "Who's in charge in the kitchen?" He pointed to you making you blush. "Y/n, is very much the boss in the kitchen. I just do as I'm told."

You nodded. "You're getting better though. I love, your pesto eggs."

"It's like two ingredients." He chuckled making you roll your eyes.

"Three if you use salt." You joked making Chris laugh.

CEvansgrl: OHMYGOD!

CaptainAmazing: They're so cute!

Iloveyouchris: What are you cooking??

Chris smiled, "Tell 'em what we're cooking, sweetheart."

"So, Chris obviously has a strict diet to stick to when he's filming so, I like to make this egg fried rice dish, that has chicken and looooads of vegetables in. I try to make it as healthy as possible without it being boring. Or I hope it isn't boring." You looked at Chris hopeful.

He nodded his head, "I love your chicken fried rice. It covers practically everything in my diet and it tastes amazing." He smiled. "We should get started actually."

You nodded. "Definitely." You smiled before giving his cheek a quick kiss and moved over to the refrigerator.

As you grabbed everything you needed, Chris answered a few questions, asking you a couple whilst you were off camera knowing that's where you felt more comfortable.

"Want me to make a start on the vegetables, sweetheart?" Chris asked as he stood beside you.

You nodded, "Please. I'll get the rice on and season the chicken."

Chris nodded and stood facing the camera as you poured the rice into cooker before deciding to take your hoodie off. As you moved around Chris he did a double take, unable to stop himself from staring at your butt. God, he loved the yoga pants you wore.

Ari-is-a-dilf: OHMYGOD! Chris is such a ass man 😂

Ransom'smydaddy: Chris is staring at her butt!

Chris cleared his throat and looked at the comments. "Oh... This is a good question," He chuckled. "Which of my characters is your favorite?" He looks at you with a playful smile, already knowing your answer.

You began to blush, "What do you mean favorite? Because I love Jake Jensen-"

"But he's not the one you'd fu-" You covered Chris' mouth with a gasp.

"You can't say that." You giggled making him laugh into your hand. "And I definitely would."

Chris nodded, "Oh, I know... But he's not the one who you think is 'daddy material'." Chris teased making you cover your face with your hands and groan.

ChrisEgirl: OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD!

marvelslut69: They definitely have a daddy kink 😏

CaptainAmazing: Yep! Why do I get the feeling they're super kinky!!

CEvansgrl: OHMYGOD! Who's daddy?

Ari-is-a-dilf: Y/n is living our dream

Iloveyouchris: Who does y/n think is daddy material?? I need to know!

"Are you gonna tell 'em?" Chris asked with a playful smile.

You groaned again, "This is mean." You said with a huff, "Fine, okay... Andy Barber... And Ransom but for different reasons."

Chris rolled his eyes. "Different reasons, sure."

You began laughing at him. "What? Andy, is protective of his family and you know for a fact if you were a brat he'd punish you, but he'd also be soft with you most of the time. Whereas, Ransom's, an asshole, so he'd do things to piss you off so you would be a brat so he could punish you. He'd want you to call him daddy because it gives him power." You shrugged.

Chris shook his head, "So you haven't thought about it then?" He teased making you laugh.

You gave his bicep a playful pat and turned back around missing the way Chris watched your every move as he licked his lips. He really did like those yoga pants you were wearing.

CEvansgrl: You're staring again Chris!

Iloveyouchris: Man can't keep his eyes off her butt 😂😏

Ari-is-a-dilf: How did you guys meet?

Chris grinned, "How did we meet?" He looked at you over his shoulder. "Through Scott, actually."

You smiled to yourself. "I still can't believe I didn't realise you and Scott were brothers." You laughed. "What a goof." You shook your head.

Chris chuckled, "Oh, man, you should have seen her face when she walked into the coffee shop."Chris pulled a surprised face before he burst out laughing and grabbed his left peck.

You rolled your eyes with a laugh, "What? I was freaking out on the inside that Chris Evans was in the same coffee store as me... Then you waved and came over to me, so I was freaking out even more..."

"Don't worry, you looked cute." He winked at you making you blush.

marvelslut69: God, they're cute!

Marry-me-chris: What do you do for a living y/n?

"I actually write and illustrate children's books." You smiled into the camera. "It's not very cool, I know." You lowered your face as your face began blushing.

Chris scoffed, "Are you kidding? Take a look at this illustration of, Dodger she did." He jogged across the kitchen into the connecting room where the piano was and grabbed the drawing that sat framed on top.

You shook your head with a smile as Chris held it up to the camera so it was filling the screen.

"How awesome is that?" He grinned before looking at you.

CaptainAmazing: wow!

Ransom'smydaddy: love it

Ari-is-a-dilf: yay! Love you Dodger x

"It's nothing..." You smiled bashfully. "I need to... Uhm..." You turned around and went back to doing what you were meant to be focusing on.

Chris smirked to himself as he watched you bend over and pull out a pan from where they were kept. Fuck, he needed to rip those pants open and fuck you hard.

You looked over your shoulder at him with a giggle. "Have you finished the vegetables?" You asked knowing he hadn't.

"Oh, uh... nearly, sweetheart." Chris quickly went back to the vegetables, chopping them any way to get them done.

You raised your eyebrow as you stood by his side. "Really? Thought my ass was too distracting for you." You teased.

Chris' cheeks reddened momentarily before his eyes darkened. "Don't start misbehaving." He chuckled and handed you the chopping board with the vegetables on.

You stuck your tongue out at him and turned back to the hob, giving your butt a sway as you did, only to let out a startled gasp after Chris smacked your backside. You looked back at him, "Chris,"

He smirked at you. "I warned ya'."

ChrisEgirl: 😮

"It's not my fault. You're the one who can't stop staring at my butt." You rolled your eyes and continued cooking.

Chris scoffed, "Well it's not my fault when you wear those damn yoga pants." He sneaked another look and bit his bottom lip. It was like you were trying to kill him.

You turned around to face him with a pout. "You don't like them?"

Chris groaned and dropped his head back. "Baby girl, y'know I love them..."

"So why are you complaining?"

"Because they distract m-" Chris frowned, "Wait... You went out in them." He said.

You nodded. "Only to take Dodger for a walk... Why?"

"No, no, you have those other ones that you wear to the gym, don't you?" Chris asked looking a little panicked. You nodded. "That's it," Chris shook his head, "You're never wearing them outside of the house again."

Your eyes widened before you burst out laughing. "You can't be serious, Chris."

He nodded. "I don't want anyone else getting distracted by you're butt... That's my job." He pouted.

Your head fell back with laughter as you tried to stay up right, holding onto Chris' arm for support. Chris join in laughing as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his chest.

AndyBarberismydaddy: BET HE SPANKS HER!

CEvansgrl: Chris is definitely y/n's daddy!

Iloveyouchris: HE'S WEARING GREY SWEATS!!

marvelslut69: You guys are dirty, aren't you?

CaptainAmazing: they love each other so much!! 🥺

Marry-me-chris: they gonna bang after this

Ransom'smydaddy: OHMYGOD! Bet they role play all the time 😏

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cevansbaby-dove · 3 months

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Mine. 18+

Chris Evans X Reader.

You and Chris have been best friends for a few years and when he asked you over to watch a movie with him you and him get distracted by each other.

A/N Sooo i was chatting with @nicoline1998enilocin and we had some dirty thoughts of Evans like we always do and she sparked this idea so shout out to you girl!

Warnings: Dirty talk, praise kink, reader's first time. Blowjob, handjob.

You grab a plate of pizza making your way over to chris's side on the couch. "Thanks for letting me come over chris" He looks at you with a smile. "Anything for my babygirl"

You smile at his nickname for you, he's been your best friend for years you two have gone to red carpets together, met each other's family and friends everyone sees how you two work so well together some even tease you about not being his girlfriend.

"So handsome what movie did you pick?" He looks at you with a smirk. You laugh. "Oh god don't tell me you picked one of yours" He grins and says. "You bet i did babygirl come on i am handsome in them right?" You roll your eyes playfully. "yea yea! what movie?"

"Ghosted" You sit by him and say. "have i seen this?" he shrugs. "not sure"

You and chris enjoy the time watching his movie then his make out scene comes on making you bite your lip glancing at him.

You move a bit feeling turned on watching that girl kiss him, you two talked about not ruining the friendship even when your friends tease you a lot.

You grab the remote from his hand and turn the tv off. "handsome what are you trying to do?"

he turns and looks at you. "uh?"

"You knew that was in the movie and you didn't tell me?" he takes my hands. "Babygirl i thought you'd like we can watch something else if you want"

You look at him then his lips man you want to kiss them. "Kiss me" you say.

He gives you a weird look. "What?" "kiss me chris please?" he moves closer to you and gives you softly.

Chris lips tasted so good on yours, you wanted more, you needed more.

You deepened the kiss until you both were making out.

His tongue explores your mouth making you moan then you pull away. "handsome....should we?"

Chris smiles at you. "only if you want babygirl tell me what you want"

You get on top of him and sit on his lap. "Does this tell you?" You said with a smirk. He smiles with a nod. "Yes' he kisses you once more wrapping his arms around you.

You felt his hard cock in his pants. You chuckled and just kept making out with him, he lifted you up which caught you by surprise.

Chris carries you to his bedroom kicking the door shut.

Once you two got to the bedroom he put you down on the bed just looking at you. god you were dying for more of his soft lips on yours.

You grab him by the shirt and started kissing him again, he pulled away and took off his shirt which gave you time to take off yours as well, as you both took off your shirts.

You were stunned by his amazing abs and the tattoos. They were so perfectly toned and so hot. You needed him even more.

You were shocked. you just kissed him, you loved him too, so much. He started to get on top of you and started kissing down your neck and then he hit your sweet spot.

"Oh my God Chris!!" it felt so good you never wanted him to stop, he went down my neck to my stomach, you ran your hands through his hair, fuck you needed him so badly.

You flipped him over which was surprisingly easy. you started to work my way down to his pants, you wanted to feel every part of him, once you got to his pants you felt his rock hard cock. "what's this i feel?"

You said in a teasing tone.

He Smiles. 'Your gift babygirl" You just smirked and pulled his pants down slowly to tease him.

You pulled down his boxers and stroked his huge cock with your hands.

You had no idea how you were gonna fit that inside you. "Y/n please" he begged at before he can say another word you took his whole cock into your mouth.

He let out a loud moan as he pounded his cock deeper into your mouth making you gag.

After 5 minutes of face fucking each other he finally comes in to your mouth and you took it all.

He smirked and just replied with "good girl take it all in for daddy" and he started to kiss your neck, "OH MY GOD DADDY"

You moaned as he continued sucking your sweet spot.

He slowly went down to your pants he started kissing your stomach then started to eat out your clit. "CHRIS OH MY-"

You got cut of by his own moan. "I...NEED...YOU" You managed to let out.

Chris knee exactly what she meant and shoved his dick into her cunt. He started thrusting, harder and harder. "OH MY GOD, BABYGIRL YOU ARE SO TIGHT"

He moans out while thrusting harder and faster "FASTER DADDY" you yell out while moaning, Gosh he felt so good inside of you,

You felt him starting to get sloppier, you knew he was about to cum. "FUCK! baby girl i am about to cum"

He said while trying keep his balancing as he continued thrusting into you leaning his head on your shoulder as he panted, "you better not cum first daddy" you replied with a moan. He smiles making you smile.

"You close babygirl hmm?" he asked you kissing your neck. "Hmm yes daddy fuck so..close"

You both eventually cummed at the same time. He fell off to the side of the bed and you decided to call it a night and fell asleep in his arms.

the next day you wake up seeing chris sleeping next to you. You smile at him and lean over and kiss his cheek making him wake up. "Sorry" you say in a whisper.

He looks at you. "Morning babygirl was i to rough last night?" You lean your chin on his chest looking into his eyes. "it was perfect...why didn't we do that sooner?"

He laughs. "Not sure" You straddle him placing a soft kiss to his lips. "Soo...breakfast?" he grins. "waffles!" You giggle. "deal!"

A/n:Hope you liked it! feedback is welcome.

tags:@patzammit @armystay89 @cutedisneygrl @k-slla @jackles010378

#chris evans x female reader #chris evans x reader #Chris Evans smut #Chris evans one shot #chris evans x reader fluff #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x yn #chris evans x you

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me-and-your-husband · 8 months

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me-and-your-husband's miscellaneous masterlist

* denotes smut!

Marvel

steve rogers

his favourite day* || 2k words I| 01/08/2021

it's your birthday, and steve has something to give you.

over it Il 550 words || 01/16/2021

steve thinks you need better taste in men.

peter parker

-peter parker with a size kink*

Chris Evans + characters

chris evans

-Chris having a library in his house*

andy barber

together ll 1.7k words I| 12/02/2021

you and andy spend your valentine's day together. part of "Happy Hoelentines" valentine's day gift exchange.

I'll be here Il 2k words Il 04/09/2021

jacob barber grew up with you around. when he gets charged with murder, how will your relationship with his family change? will your feelings for andy resurface once laurie is out of the picture?

johnny storm

-waking up with johnny in between your legs*

Attack on Titan

armin arlert

sensitive* |I n/a words Il 04/07/2021

you want armin really bad.

home* I| 5k words I| 04/08/2021

four years after you're presumed dead, you come knocking on the scout's doorstep.

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lives-in-midgard · 6 months

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Hi maybe its yn birthday weekend, and chris is suprising her with going to Disneyland Paris and takes her shopping for some matching Disney shrirts and matching shoes and then yn gets her flat pierced, and the night morning the couple are on their way to Disney when arrive to the park yn is wanting a photo with winni the pooh and they buy matching ears with a lott of fluff

Unforgettable Vacation

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Summary: You and Chris spend a beautiful day in Disneyland Paris.

Word Count: 807

A/N: Thank you for sending me that request! 💞 It's been a while since I wrote a Chris Evans fic so I hope you like it. I once wrote a Chris Disneyland headcanon, if you want to check that one out. The divider is made by @firefly-graphics

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It’s your birthday weekend and Chris had the idea to surprise you with a trip to Paris. Not only to go to Disneyland but also to some other places. You were very excited when you were at the airport and saw that you were flying to Paris. It was always a dream of yours to go to Disneyland. Chris knew that, so he thought this would be the best gift for you. Chris chose the first movie in the plane and then it was your time to choose one.

“Of course, you’ll choose that one.” Chris said with a chuckle when you chose one of your favorite movies. While watching the movie you rested your head on his shoulder. You and Chris enjoyed your flight to Paris and when the plane landed you were very happy that there wasn’t anyone who recognized him when you walked out. While you waited for your suitcase Chris reached for your hand and pressed a soft kiss on the back of it. After you picked up your suitcase you went out of the airport and waited for your taxi to arrive. Chris told the driver the location while you looked out of the window to enjoy the view.

After you brought your suitcase to the hotel Chris said he had another surprise for you. He led you out of the hotel. After a short walk you stood in front of a Disney shop.

“We are going Disney shopping?”

“We have to.” Chris explained. You walked in with Chris by your side. You walked around and saw so much cool stuff. You showed him some stuff and he also showed you something. He loved to see you so happy and excited. A few minutes later Chris showed you some matching shirts and you had a huge smile on your face when you saw those. You looked around and then saw that there were also shoes that matched the shirt.

“We have to get those.” You said with a smile.

“Definitely.” Chris agreed and you walked to the counter. After paying you walked for a while when you suddenly walked past a shop where you could get piercings or tattoos. Because you wanted to get your ears pierced for a while now you decided to go in that shop. Chris followed you and when it was your time to get your piercing. Chris sat next to you and held your hand. After you went out of the shop you decided to go back to the hotel because it was already getting late. When you came into your hotel room you made yourself ready for dinner. You stood in front of the mirror and looked at the dress you picked out. Suddenly Chris came out of the bathroom and saw you the dress.

“Wow, you look so beautiful, honey.” Chris complimented you and you turned around.

“Thank you love.” He walked over to you, tucked a hair behind your ear and gave you a soft kiss. When you broke the kiss, you hugged each other and then decided to go to dinner.

When you came back to your room you cuddled up with Chris and he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder.

“OMG Chris, there is Winnie the pooh. Could you please take a picture of me standing next to him?” He nodded with a smile. You both walked over to the bear and Chris took some pictures of you and then you took some of him. You went on a few rides and then finally came across a shop with Disney ears.

“Happy Birthday sweetheart.” Was the first thing you heard when you woke up on that morning. Chris covered you with kisses, and you cuddled for a while. When you were finished with breakfast Chris decided that it was finally time to go to Disneyland. You chanced into the matching shirts and shoes and then walked into the park and were so excited. You looked over to Chris who also had a bright smile on his face. After you have been walking around for a while you saw the first Disney character walking around.

“Chris can we please go in that shop?” You looked over to him and asked.

“Sure, we can.” He said and you walked into that shop with him by your side. You walked straight to the Disney ears. You looked around for a while and then found some that you both really liked. You bought them and then immediately put them on and walked through Disneyland again. You and Chris had a wonderful time in Disneyland and explored some other places in Paris as well. It was a vacation that you definitely won’t forget. Of all the presents you have gotten for your birthdays in the past few years this definitely was the best one.

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chrisdrysdale · 1 year

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I’m keeping it

chris evans x fem!reader

anon requested: “chris coming after a long time working home to find the reader wearing his clothes from old movies + plus need some reader and dodger fluff”

He was gone too long, far too long. You missed him like crazy, you were so pissed off that you couldn’t take the time off work to go with Chris to film. You missed his touch, his smell.You missed it all. You just wanted him back. You had only moved in with him recently, luckily enough he trusted you to watch Dodger while he was gone. Dodger was amazing, he kept you company most nights when you were alone.

You looked around the bedroom and couldn’t find anything. You walked over to the storage room and opened it but you were shocked to see boxes stacking to the ceiling with the names of movies he’s been in scribbled on, on the side with a black sharpie. You took a look in the box marked “What’s your number?”. The box was the lightest and filled with the least amount of clothes (obviously) and giggled as you looked through, laughing at the tiny blue boxers. You moved onto “The Gray Man” box, smiling at all the tight knit polos. You dug to the bottom of the box and pulled out something that felt strangely small. You laughed when you saw it, the blue and white polo, shrunken down in the wash with “For Dodger” written on the tag. Dodger ran in and began sniffing your leg. “You want to wear it?”. He jumped and panted making you smile. You sat down on the floor with him and slipped the jumper on. You ruffled his hair and kept laughing. “You’re so cute!! You match your daddy!” Dodger sat down and you scratched his back. You turned your head slightly before whipping your head around and smiling once you noticed the box marked “knives out”. You smirked and quickly opened it, gasping at all the sweaters filling the box, some you haven’t even seen before. You squealed and grabbed his famous cream knitted one and threw it on, the wool engulfing your body. You giggle and pulled the neck up to your nose and inhaled, his scent filling your nose.

You pulled another box out, marked “Marvel”. It had clothing from both the MCU and his work as Johnny Storm. Leather jackets, t-shirts and all. You gasped as you saw a large A sticking up from the bottom of the box. You quickly pulled it out. You giggled loudly as you put Captain America’s helmet on your head. You closed up that box and scooched on your bum over to more boxes. You opened up 3 more, “The losers” “Snowpiercer” and “gifted”.

As you moved those boxes there was a loud crash beside you making you squeal. When you looked to where the noise came from, you gasped as you saw Cap’s shield lying beside you. You quickly stood up and picked it up, sliding it on your arm. “Woahh”. You giggled and began moving your arms around making fighting noises. Dodger barked up at you. “I know!”. You throw your shield-covered hand up in the hair. “Look at me i’m Captain Americaaaaa-

“Baby?”

You froze as the light spilled into the room.

Well…. this is embarrassing

You were standing there with Ransom’s sweater on with your panties and your Captain America shield and helmet, fist up in the air. (Not forgetting Dodger sitting beside you, dressed as Lloyd) as your boyfriend stood there staring at you with a smirk on his face.

“Chris?”. You teared up quickly and dropped the shield and helmet and jumped into his arms, making him fall over as you kissed him. He held you close and kissed you back, holding your lower back. You panted as you pulled away from the kiss, you stroked his face gently, scratching over his beard. “I missed you”. He smiled at you, playing with loose threads on his jumper. “Sorry…”. You mumbled, looking down.

“No no no don’t be sorry, I loved that you found all this”. You smiled and giggled looking at Dodger slumped beside Chris, still in the Lloyd shirt. You wiped your nose and leaned over, picking up Jake Jensen’s Pink Petunia’s shirt. “I’m keeping this”.

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week 1 - day 2 - kinktober - glory hole and corruption/innocence - jock jake wyler x naive reader.

warning - glory hole and corruption/innocence.

kinktober masterlist

18+ only please, the gifs and headers aren’t mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Jake watches the cute little female through the hole in the stall wall as she lathers herself with soap, his cock twitching as his eyes land on her hard nipples and soft plumb breasts, then slowly trailing down to her cute little cunt.

When Jake decided to take a shower after PE, he wasn’t expecting to be greeted with such a beautiful and arousing sight. He groans softly, his cock growing in his football uniform as you slip a hand between your legs and start rubbing your little pussy. Soft moans fall from your innocent lips, not understanding the pleasure but continuing to cause it.

He slowly takes his cock out of his pants, giving his cock a tight squeeze before rubbing his tip and using the pre-cum that leaks out as lube. Jake watches you throw your head back and grind down onto your hand as cute moans fall from your lips, stroking his cock slowly, giving a rough squeeze here and there before a bright idea pops into his head, and a mischievous smile makes way on his face.

He notices another hole, big enough to fit his fat cock through. He sticks it through the hole and hears a gasp before a small voice follows, “what’s that?” the words that leave Y/n’s mouth cause his cock to twitch, and another gasp escapes her, “It’s a lollipop, princess. I noticed you having some trouble cleaning yourself.” Jake watches her shuffle over cautiously before her hand tentatively reaches out and touches the tip of his cock, causing him to let out a slight moan.

“This– this will help?” Her timid voice lets out, softly touching it. Jake’s head lolls back, softly cursing under his breath. “Yes, princess. First, you must make it wet with your mouth before I clean your insides with my special cream.” A small whine escapes her, and a confused huff leaves her lips.

“What’s wrong, princess? Don’t you want my special cream?” Jake’s starting to grow impatient as his cock is hard as a rock and begging for release.

“I– I do, I just… don’t know how.” Jake has to hold himself back from cumming, as that’s possibly the hottest thing he’s ever heard. “It’s okay, princess, just get onto your knees and wrap those plump lips of yours around it.” She gets onto her knees, opening her mouth and wraps her lips around Jake's thick cock, and a moan leaves her, causing Jake to find something to grip on to as the vibrations and feel of her mouth makes him want to lose control.

“Suck, princess. Remember, gotta get this lollipop nice and wet, or your going to be dirty.”

She starts to suck, swirling her tongue around the tip of his cock before sinking down the base, gagging when she reaches the end. Starting to go to town on what she thought was a lollipop, drooling all over it, making a mess on his cock. Drenching it with her saliva, wanting to impress the mystery man. On the other side, Jake is holding on for dear life, moans slip from his lips as his eyes roll to the back of his head, his cock twitching wildly. Trying to hold back from cumming down her throat, wanting to save it for her sweet little cunt as she sucks him off, he reaches down and plays with his heavy balls, squeezing them.

“Oh– oh fuck, princes– oh, baby, it’s wet enough now.” He groans out, feeling like he’s died and gone to heaven. She stops, sitting back on her legs, “did– did I do something wrong?” Jake takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

“No, princess, it’s time to clean you now and fill you with my special cream. I want you to stand, back facing me and put the lollipop in that cute little hole of yours.” She stands, confused about how that will fit inside of her, only being able to fit a few fingers in before.

Jake watches as she faces her back to him, his eyes landing on her plump ass before watching as she reaches under and grabs her lollipop, rubbing it against her slit. Her eyes roll as his tip hits her little button, and her tongue pokes out as she focuses on putting it inside her cunt. Jake can feel her, desperately wanting this wall to disappear so he can just push her against another and destroy her.

His cock is slowly pushed into her tiny hole, leaking onto him. It’s such a tight squeeze Jake can feel himself close to cumming again. Once he’s bottomed out inside her, he squeezes his eyes shut, and a small whimper leaves her lips as his thick cock stretches her walls.

Jake bites his lip when he feels her walls pulsing around him, squeezing his cock. “N–now what do I do?” her innocence makes him want to fuck it out of her, “just move back and forth, princess.” Slowly he starts to feel her move back and forth. Jake peeks through the hole level with his eyes and watches her tiny form bounce on his thick cock. Eyes trail down her spine and land on her cute pussy, Biting his bottom lip as he watches her small hole try and take all of him.

His cock nearly comes out before she slams herself back. A shattered moan leaves her lips, eyes crossed, tongue poking out as she continues to fuck herself onto Jake’s lollipop.

Jake bites his knuckles. The tightness of her walls is driving him crazy. The soft little moans and whines that leave her lips make him nearly combust, “that’s it, princess. You’re doing so well, and you’ll be so clean.” Jake moans out, watching Y/n fasten her pace and feel her pulse around his cock at his praise. Her little pussy leaks with her juices, his cock hitting the hidden spot inside her. Y/n’s brain goes dumb from this intense pleasure Jake's cock is giving her.

“Fuck, princess. You’re so soft. Keep going. You can take it.” He stammers as she bounces on his cock, “such ah– such a good lollipop– daddy.” The name slips out as she’s deep in pleasure. Jake's eyes widen as his cock twitches wildly, doing his best to thrust into her from his position. “Fuck– fuck, get ready, princess. I’m so close, don’t stop if you want my cream, sweety.” Her pussy clenches around him, feeling a tightening in her stomach and pleasure that cause her toes to curl.

Not stopping, she tries to go faster as the coil snaps, and she lets out a pornographic moan. Her walls clench tightly around Jake’s cock, not letting him go as she cums. Her cream coating him all over, Jake’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he explodes, her sweet little cunt milking him dry. Jake’s cock is so deep inside of her that his cum floods her womb, being too much for her tiny hole. It starts to flow out of her. Y/n feels sensitive and weak as Jake’s cock slips out of her and her knees wobble, sliding to the ground. Her small hand moves to where his cream flows out, scooping some up with two fingers. She brings them up to her mouth and moans.

Jake watches her do this and feels his cock harden again. He swears he could’ve cum again from the sight and the words slipping past her mouth.

“Mmmm tastes like candy, daddy. Can I have more, please?” Y/n continues to scoop up the remaining cum that flows out of her and sucks it off her fingers, growing wetter by the second.

…Let’s just say…. All of her holes were overflowing with his cream.

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