#Chris Evans rpf

[ramp-it-up]

Nice and Tight

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader x Chris Evans

Word Count: 1.6K.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. SMUT, Explicit description of graphic sex. Read at your own risk. Threesome, Praise kink, Spit roasting, double penetration, anal sex and play, allusions to oral sex (f receiving), Daddy kink, Sir kink, allusions to Dom/ sub dynamics, voice kink if you squint, dirty talk, size kink, competition but also compersion. Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N: This is in response to an ask about the best kink. I couldn’t pick just one. Part four of The Fit and the Feel Series. Let me know if you liked it by interacting: like, comment and reblog!

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This night wasn’t turning out the way you thought it would, and this conversation was taking quite the different direction.

“I really think that we should take that drive up to Box Hill this weekend. We can get some fresh air, exercise, and continue this adventure on top of the knoll.”

Henry looked down at you and winked.

“What do you think, Dove?”

Henry responded to your silence with a frown and a slight tap on your jaw. You looked up into the twinkle of his cerulean eyes.

“Don’t be rude.”

Your eyes welled up with tears and you gulped, and your body clenched in response.

“Ah….shitttttt, Baby Doll. Fuck. So good.”

Chris groaned, finally joining the conversation.

“You have her mouth full, Cavill; give her a bit of a break. She’s a good fucking girl entertaining us both like this. So good and gotdamn tight.”

Chris was filling your ass full of his cock as you sucked Henry off. This is what you asked for. Your tears were the result of trying to breathe around Henry’s huge member as Chris fucked you slowly and steadily from behind.

The pull and the drag of Chris’s cock against your delicate walls was everything as he carefully took you apart and Henry got you back together.

You loved exactly where you were, between these two gorgeous men, and anywhere they wanted to take you to do this again was alright with you. They were unexpectedly tender and attentive, doing exactly what you requested. You weren’t mad. At all.

They were being so nice and yet so nasty at the same time.

You tried to hum an affirmative ‘Yes, Sir,’ as a response around Henry’s girth, causing his hips to stutter, and then surge forward, impaling himself further down your windpipe.

“Bloody hell, Dove. That mouth is so good. Throat so fucking snug.”

He reached down, encircled your neck with one hand to feel the bulge of himself in your tight column. He slowly pulled out and watched you cough and splutter when you took in air again.

“So lovely with your face like this…”

Henry admired you as Chris continued his débauched act behind you. You clenched again at the praise and Chris’s stroke. Your eyes glazed over with pleasure as Henry’s other hand lightly slapped and pinched your nipples, eliciting pornographic gasps and groans from you.

“Sound so gotdamn… fuck Baby Doll. Gonna make me fill your ass…”

Your eyes rolled back at the thought. Although you had prepared all day for this moment, you couldn't believe that you were actually here, paid homage to by two of the most attractive men in the world.

“And you’re absolutely gorgeous with your face all fucked out.”

You smiled and Henry gave you a filthy kiss, then lifted you carefully by your arms as he moved underneath you and between your legs.

You shuddered and moaned as his hairy body slid underneath yours, the stimulation almost too much.

Chris stilled and throbbed as Henry looked deep into your eyes and nodded, placing his hands on your waist as Chris’s hands on your hips guided you onto Henry’s cock.

“Now be a good girl, Baby Doll, and take both of us.”

“Yessssss!”

Your plaintive cry made both men clench their jaws in efforts to hold back from tearing you apart. Instead, they were oh so careful. Henry’s hand positioned himself just so as to allow you to sink onto him while keeping Chris inside you.

“Holyyyyyyy…”

Chris swore and dropped his head as your tight canal became even tighter with the intrusion of Henry on the other side of the thin bit of tissue of your perineum. He tenderly kissed

your spine as they both let you set the pace of your ruin.

You buried your face in Henry’s curls as he looked down to see the phenomenon of you three joining together. You were in nirvana as they became fully seated inside you.

When Henry looked back into your eyes, his were full of admiration.

“You are such a wonder, Dove.”

Remarkable.”

“Ohhhhhh!”

You clenched around both of them and they groaned, but stayed still as you started to move.

Beginning to rock back and forth between them, you felt the pounding of their engorged members stretching you out.

“P-please Daddy. Sir. Oh! Please move. Use me. Fill up my holes. Please please please.”

You started begging wantonly and Henry’s look changed as his eyes dilated. He took hold of your chin as Chris gripped your shoulders from behind.

“You sure that’s what you want?”

His voice was commanding, deep and smooth, like Cap.

“Y-y-yes. Please!”

“You don’t have to beg Baby Doll.” Chris slapped your ass.

“But damn if it isn’t ruining me. Keep up if you can Cavill.”

Chris pulled you up and away from Henry’s kisses, stretching your torso and giving access to your breasts to the Englishman as the Bostonian held your arms behind your back.

“Fuck you, Christopher Robin. You keep up with me.”

“No. Fuck me. Use me. I want all your cum. Both of you. I want it all.”

You felt like a queen.

“So be it.”

Henry responded with a broken voice that nearly broke you. The eye contact alone was so intimate.

Chris started going harder and Henry

matched his relentless pace, not brutal but insistent.

Soon they established a sinful rhythm that had you trembling between them. When one slid in to the hilt and the other slid out to the tip, causing your body to open and clench simultaneously.

Two sets of hands were everywhere all over you and you had one on Chris’s ass and one on Henry’s chest, feeling their sweat soaked skin and receiving surprisingly tender kisses and sweet praises from their lips. They were wrapped around you and throbbing inside you.

It was like you were one.

“Give us what we need, Dove. I can’t hold it much longer.”

Henry’s pleading eyes did something to your heart.

Chris was licking the sweat that slid down your neck. Then his earnest voice started begging, making your heart rate rise even higher.

“Yes. Please Baby Doll, you haven’t cum since we were eating you out. ‘S’been too long.”

You chuckled, because that was just a few minutes ago, but your laugh got caught in your throat as you saw Henry’s eyes shift behind you. Then, in tandem, Henry grabbed your ass to spread it wider and Chris reached between you and Henry to find your clit. It didn’t take long before you were cumming multiple times, screaming like a banshee, and not sure where one orgasm began and the other ended.

“Oh so beautiful Dove, yessss. Give.”

You took in Henry’s blissed out face and turned to give Chris a lewd kiss, sucking his tongue as Henry’s hands roamed your body and his eyes took in the scene. He was speechless as he watched and listened and felt.

“Shit, Baby Doll. You’re a marvel. S-s-so fucking hot.”

Chris spoke, groaning his praise into your ear, as he emptied his hot load inside you then held you as he slowly softened. He gently pulled out as you continued to ride Henry.

You whimpered and fell forward on Henry’s chest, trembling from the sensations.

“Careful now. Keep my cum inside you.”

Chris was marveling at your stretched out hole, plugging you with his fingers as you slid on Henry’s cock.

“Yes, Daddy.”

You made out with Chris as Henry watched, but then called your attention to him.

“Gods, Dove. This cunt is so magnificent. You. Are. Indeed. Magic.”

You sat up again, regal on the throne of Henry’s cock. You started to ride, feet up on the bed to aid your movement.

“Heavens…Dove...!”

“That’s it, Baby Doll. Rock his world. So fucking sexy.”

Chris’s fingers gently circled the rim of your wrecked anterior hole as Henry ravaged your cunt. The sensations were everything. The sights, the sounds, the smell of your sex with these two was a heady drug.

You could become addicted.

The sight of Henry in ecstasy, head thrown back and moth open whole Chris cooed on your ear was enough to send you over the edge again.

You bathed all three of you in the results of the most intense orgasm you’d ever had when you felt Henry’s warm spend wash over your walls.

“Fuck. Look at that.”

Chris’s eyes were glued to you.

“Your body is amazing, Baby Doll.”

His sky blue eyes were full of awe.

You collapsed on top of Henry again and Chris left you wrapped in the burly man’s arms. You heard the shower start in the bathroom as Henry kissed the top of your head.

“I’m in trouble, Dove. I’m afraid I’m hopelessly lost to this feeling…”

This tenderness was unexpected. You expected a night of rough domination, but received worship instead.

Before you could respond, Chris pulled you away from Henry, and carried you bridal style into the bath.

You wrapped your arms around Chris’s neck and burrowed your face into it. You didn’t want reality to intrude.

“I never thought that sharing you would finally make me fall…”

You let what Chris said sink in and walked into the shower when he put you down, not looking at him as you immersed yourself under the strong, hot spray of water. You didn’t think, just let the warm water wash over you and bring you back to earth.

You felt proximity and heat, then opened your eyes to see two sets of earnest blue eyes gazing at you in adoration.

Oh shit.

“We’ll give you anything you want Baby Doll.”

Chris’s voice was deep and soothing.

“Anything. What do you want of us, Dove? More sex, or something…more…?”

You looked from one man to the other and reached for them. Their hands were on you again, threatening ecstasy as their bodies awakened.

No, this night didn’t turn out the way you thought it would.

The question was, what were you going to do about it?

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[fatecantstopme]

Fake It Til You Make It

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Summary: You’d just broken up with your boyfriend of 2 years after he cheated on you. Chris Evans, your best friend since childhood, suggests pretending to be your boyfriend to get back at your ex. You execute the plan flawlessly, but it has unintended consequences that threaten to change everything.

Warnings: RPF. Cursing. Fluff, angst, SMUT! Oral (F receiving), unprotected sex (P in V), dirty talk, over-stimulation.

"There is absolutely no way I'm going to this damn party."

"Aw, come on, (Y/N/N)," Chris chided. "It's Saturday night. What else are you gonna do?"

You sighed. "Sit in my pjs on the couch, watching a serial killer documentary, obviously."

Chris laughed and threw a dish towel at you. "As fantastic as that sounds, you're single now! You have to actually go outside and meet people."

You tossed the towel into the washer and grumbled, "What if I don't want to meet people?"

He rolled his eyes. "If you don't come, then I'll have no one to gossip with."

"As if I'm your only friend."

"You're my best friend, and as such, you have a very special role to fill. It's required."

You groaned, back leaning against the front of the washer. "Chris, I have nothing to wear." He was about to respond, but you continued. "Besides, he'll be there."

Chris's expression changed, anger darkening his features. "Who cares about him? He was never good enough for you anyway."

You crossed your arms over your chest. "You literally introduced us."

He threw up his hands. "Mistakes were made."

"I know it's been a couple months, but it's just...I don't know. I don't wanna see him. Especially if he's with one of the girls he cheated on me with."

"Even if he's there with an entire brothel, you can't let it bother you. You deserve so much more than that."

You sighed. "I know, I know. I just don't wanna go alone."

"You'll be with me!" he insisted.

You laughed. "Not exactly what I meant, Chris."

"Oh. So you'd rather go with some lesser man?" he teased.

"Oh stop," you said with a chuckle. "But seriously, he's gonna be there with a girl and I just don't wanna be the loser ex who shows up without a man on her arm."

"Since when do you care what other people think?"

"I don't...I just--" you sigh. "I wanna make him jealous."

Chris raised his eyebrows. "Well then...I have the perfect plan."

"Oh?"

"We go together."

"Yes, you already said that."

"No, you misunderstand," he said with a quick shake of his head. "You and I go together...make everyone believe we're dating. He'll be out of his mind with jealousy."

Normally you wouldn't have considered his suggestion...the deception just wasn't your style. But your ex had really fucked you over and you couldn't deny that getting back at him was very appealing. Especially using Chris...your ex always thought you and Chris were too close, that something was actually going on between the two of you.

"So we just pretend to be dating to piss him off?" you asked.

Chris nodded.

"Okay," you say. "Against my better judgment, I'm in."

He grinned ear to ear. "I'm brilliant, aren't I?"

You rolled your eyes. "Shut up and help me find something to wear."

He laughed and followed you to your bedroom closet. "There's gotta be something in here you can wear."

Your closet was packed with clothing, but you didn't really see anything that appealed to you. "Nothing looks good."

He rolled his eyes and grabbed a dress off the rack. "How 'bout this one?"

"Too trampy."

"This one?" he asked, pulling out a different dress.

"Too formal."

"Maybe this?"

"Doesn't fit right."

He groaned. "Then why do you have it?"

"Because it's cute and I'll get it altered at some point."

"Women are so weird," he grumbled as he dug through several more dresses before pulling out what he deemed to be the perfect one. "This has to be it."

You cocked your head to the side as you looked at the dress. It was cut just above the knee, jet black, form-fitting, and all around beautiful. Plus it did accentuate all of your assets. "Hmm. That might actually work," you said thoughtfully. "I'll throw it on, you go find shoes that'll go with it."

You walked back into your bedroom to change as Chris dug through your massive shoe collection in an attempt to find the perfect pair.

"Heels, right?" he called.

"Obviously," you yelled back.

"Black?"

"Just pick something sexy, Christopher! We're trying to make someone jealous here."

You heard him laugh and mumble something you couldn't quite make out. You shook your head as you started changing. Chris had been your best friend since you were little kids...you'd known each other so long neither of you actually remembered meeting. Even after he became a famous actor, who he was never changed. He never pulled away from you or made you feel inferior. He never stopped being the person you loved, your best friend in the world, your solid rock. You were more thankful for him than you would ever admit to his face...mostly because he would tease you relentlessly for it for the rest of your lives.

You'd managed to get the dress on, but you needed help with the zipper, so you called for Chris to come help you.

"Whatcha need?"

"Zip this for me?" you asked, turning your back to him.

He froze for a moment, but recovered quickly, thankful you hadn't seen his reaction. He quickly crossed the room and slowly zipped your dress up, trying very hard to not linger against your skin.

"Thanks," you said warmly, completely oblivious to the change in his demeanor. "Did you find a pair of shoes?"

The question brought him back to the present, eyes shifting back towards the closet. "I found two that could work."

You picked one of the pairs of shoes and finished getting ready. Chris needed to change his clothes before heading to the party, so he drove both of you back to his place so you could arrive together. He was quick to change into a laidback black suit with a white button up, top buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up. Even you had to admit he looked damn good.

"Ready, buttercup?" he asked teasingly.

"Oh god, please come up with a different pet name."

He slipped his arm through yours and dragged you towards the door. "How 'bout 'snookums'?"

The look on your face told him exactly what you thought about that particular name.

"Okay, okay. Maybe 'peach'?"

"I'm not a fruit, Christopher."

"Oh come on, that one's sweet!"

"Was that a pun?" you teased.

"Wait, I've got it. Sweets?"

You paused for a moment, mulling it over. "That one can stay."

"Brilliant. But fair warning, I'm totally gonna squeeze a "googely bear" in there at least once."

"Isn't that from Monster's Inc.?"

He grinned. "Yup and I have no shame, smoochie poo."

You groaned. "God, you're the worst."

He gave you the biggest shit-eating-grin you'd ever seen. "You love me and you know it."

You laughed. "Yeah, yeah."

Chris opened the car door for you and helped you into the vehicle. As he was walking around to the other side, you thought about what you were about to do. You knew this could end very badly in more ways than one, but for some reason, you were positive it was worth it.

**********

When you arrived at the party, people immediately took notice that the two of you arrived together. Most people made the obvious assumption: you were best friends and both single...so why not just go together?

But some people's gazes lingered longer, whispers passed amongst each other, the gossip mill already flowing.

"Damn they move quickly," you mumbled.

Chris chuckled. "Welcome to Hollywood."

You knew he wasn't wrong. While you weren't famous, you'd been dating a celebrity for the past two years. Plus, Chris was always dragging you to movie premieres and red carpet events, so people knew who you were by association. As such, you were no stranger to the rumors and the gossipmongers.

Chris spoke softly, leaning into you so only you could hear. "How far do you wanna take this?"

"What do you mean?" you whispered back.

"Do I make out with you in a corner or just hold your hand like high schoolers?"

You laughed lightly. "Let's just play it by ear, you weirdo."

He grinned. "So that's a yes to the make out?"

You smacked his arm affectionately.

"I think that's considered domestic abuse."

You were about to respond to his joke, but a deep voice from behind you sent a chill down your spine, silencing you instantly.

"(Y/N), Evans. Surprised to see you here."

You turned around slowly, Chris directly beside you. "Andrew," you said, trying desperately to sound normal.

"Why so surprised?" Chris asked in his best 'fuck off' voice.

"Well, (Y/N) hasn't exactly been a socialite in the last few months. I assumed she wouldn't want to show up to a party like this."

"I'm literally right here, Andrew," you said, annoyed.

"Yes, I see you, (Y/N)," he replied, turning his attention back to Chris. "How'd she coerce you into bringing her?"

Chris looked surprised, but his expression quickly changed to anger. "She's my best friend. She'd never have to coerce me." He turned to you with a smile. "Besides, we're together now, so you'll see us out together a lot more often."

You returned his smile and stood on your tip toes to place a soft kiss to his lips, which he returned in kind.

You could feel the annoyance and anger rolling off your ex in thick waves. "You were fucking him behind my back weren't you? I fucking knew it, you slut," he hissed.

You felt Chris's body tense and knew he was about to take a swing, so you grabbed his arm and did your best to cut the fight off before it started. "No, Andrew. Unlike you, I know how to keep it in my pants."

A couple people had gathered close to the three of you to eavesdrop on your conversation. Several "Ooo"s and an "oh damn" came from the group.

Andrew's jaw tightened and he clearly wanted to say more, but thought better of it when he noticed the group of onlookers quickly enlarging.

Chris, however, wasn't quite finished with the conversation. He leaned forward, face a mask of unreadable emotion, and said firmly, "If you ever call my girl a slut again, I promise you'll regret it."

Even if you hadn't known the man your entire life, you would have known he was deadly serious. Every single one of his words dripped with animosity and his eyes burned with an intensity you had rarely seen. To your surprise, the way he called you his girl had your body reacting in a way you didn't expect.

You gently pulled on Chris's arm, dragging him with you and away from the conversation, no longer wanting to talk to the man you used to love. "Let it go, Chris," you said softly. "He's not worth it."

"You're right," he murmured, eyes still burning like the sun.

You managed to get him to follow you into another room before turning to him to inspect his expression. He was fiercely protective by nature, but you didn't want him to feel like he needed to protect you. You could still feel the remnants of his temper festering beneath his skin, so you gently pressed your hand to his chest, bringing his attention back to you.

"As much as I appreciate you defending my honor, you don't have to," you said gently.

"Of course I do."

You smiled softly. "You and I both know that's not true, but I appreciate it nonetheless. There's no need to hold onto your anger, though."

He realized you were right, your hand pressed firmly against his chest somehow grounding him. He took a deep breath and placed his hand on top of yours, giving it a little squeeze. "You're right," he admitted. "Thanks for keeping me from punching him right in his smug face."

You chuckled. "As much as I would have loved to see that, I figured it wouldn't be good with so many witnesses."

"Smart," he said with a wink. "Now that we've made it clear we're together, I think we'll need to up our acting a bit...ensure he knows how badly he fucked up by losing you."

"And how exactly do you propose we do that?"

He grinned. "I've got some ideas." He grabbed your hand and started to pull you towards the main room of the party. "Step one, we dance."

You groaned as he dragged you onto the dance floor. "You know I can't dance."

"That's not true. You have excellent rhythm. You just need to get out of your head for a second and let the music guide you."

You stared at him in silence, but finally succumbed to his silent pleas. "Fine. You can put the puppy dog eyes away now," you teased.

He shot you another wink. "Works every time."

"I hate you," you grumbled as you allowed him to pull you closer.

"No you don't." He started to move to the music, hands traveling down to sit on your hips.

Your cheeks burned and your body reacted to his touch in a way it hadn't in a long time. You'd thought those feelings were long-since buried, but the way he was looking at you brought everything you'd ever felt for him back with a vengeance.

"You're right, I don't," you whispered.

"I know, baby girl," he said softly. "Now, dance with me."

You tried to ignore the feeling in your stomach when he called you 'baby girl', choosing instead to focus on the beat of the music. Your hips started to move, his hands helping to guide you in time with his own movements.

"See? I told you you could dance."

The song ended and switched to something a lot more sensual and your body immediately froze. "Not to this I can't," you insisted.

Chris laughed and quickly spun you around before pulling you against his chest. "I'll teach you," he murmured against the skin of your shoulder.

You didn't know if it was the song, his voice, or the way his arms wrapped around you, but your body responded to him instantly. Your breath caught in your chest and wetness pooled between your thighs as Chris moved behind you in a shockingly sexual manner. Your normally stiff body loosened up in his grasp, moving to the rhythm he set.

"Perfect," he whispered breathily.

You moved with him, body acting of its own accord. You looked up, gaze landing on Andrew, who stood fuming on the other side of the room.

Chris seemed to notice him at the same time. "You see how angry he is, sweets?" he said softly.

"Mhmm," you hummed.

"Keep staring directly at him, okay? Keep your eyes on him as you move."

You did as he said, eyes never leaving your ex's, even as Chris's hands began to wander, moving around your body in the way only a lover's would. His lips placed soft kisses to your shoulder, neck, and ear, hot breath leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake.

You couldn't help the reaction you had to his touch, it was as if your body was no longer your own. It was obvious to anyone who bothered to pay attention that you were aroused, and Andrew was definitely paying attention. You could see his anger from across the room, but more importantly, you could see jealousy in his eyes.

You'd gotten what you wanted. You'd made him jealous. For some reason, however, you couldn't find it in yourself to care. The plan had succeeded, but it had also had unintended consequences. You didn't give a shit about Andrew...all you wanted was Chris.

The only problem was, Chris was an actor. Every single tiny thing he was doing was an act designed specifically to elicit a reaction from Andrew. He didn't want you, he never had. You'd always known that, so you had always been careful to hide your feelings from him, pushing them down so deep inside of you that you'd almost forgotten they'd existed...almost.

With that painful realization, your brain overpowered your body, allowing you to pull away from Chris. You turned to him without making eye contact and mumbled a quick excuse about having to use the restroom before bolting from the dance floor.

Chris was very surprised by your sudden escape and he quickly chased after you, calling your name.

You found the nearest bathroom and rushed into it, slamming the door behind you with force. Your preoccupied mind neglected to remind you to lock the damn door, so Chris came barging through moments later. His brain, on the other hand, appeared to be functioning just fine as he locked the door behind him.

"Why'd you run off?" he asked gently.

You shook your head, eyes looking anywhere but at him. The bathroom was small...there was nowhere to go, no escape. You were trapped in this tiny room with the man you'd loved your entire life and you suddenly felt like you couldn't breathe. The walls began to move in, within moments they would crush you to death and this pain would be over.

In the same way you knew Chris like the back of your hand, he knew you, so he could see the distress you were in. He grabbed your hand and squeezed it tightly, a reminder that he was there. "(Y/N), you need to breathe."

This wasn't the first panic attack he'd witnessed you have, but it had been several years since you'd had one this bad. "(Y/N/N), breathe for me. Come on," he said again, voice gentle but firm. "In, 2, 3, 4. Out, 2, 3, 4."

He continued breathing and counting as you began to breathe with him, heart rate slowly coming back down, body relaxing, his warm hands grounding you to him.

"That's it. Good." He took another deep breath. "I've got you, (Y/N/N). You're okay."

You took a shaky breath and closed your eyes, the panic subsiding. "I'm sorry," you whispered.

"Hey," he said softly, reaching up to tuck a hair behind your ear. "You don't have to apologize. I just wanna know what caused it."

You didn't want to tell him the truth, so you said the first lie you could think of, "Andrew."

He looked taken aback, almost hurt, by your statement. "Andrew?"

You realized that may have been a big mistake, but it was too late now. "Yeah, I just--it's hard to see him."

Chris looked crestfallen. "You still love him, don't you." It was a statement, not a question.

In truth, you didn't love him. Perhaps you never really had, but that didn't matter now. What mattered is whether or not you were going to choose to break your own heart. "Chris, I--"

"Never mind," he said, cutting you off. "I don't wanna know." He spun around and unlocked the door, storming out before you could say another word.

"Chris, wait," you called as you chased after him.

He moved through the crowd quickly, cutting through the throngs of people like he was parting the red sea. He moved so fast that you actually stopped and took off your heels so you could run to catch up with him.

He made it outside before you finally caught up. "Chris, wait! Please!"

He stopped and turned towards you. You caught a glimpse of a mixture of anger and pain etched onto his face for just a split second before an emotionless mask slid into place, his acting instincts taking over. "What, (Y/N)?"

The coldness in his voice stopped you in your tracks. It was almost enough to make you stay silent, maybe even walk away, but you'd made a decision in that bathroom and you'd be damned if you backed out now. "You didn't let me finish."

"Finish?"

"Answering your question."

He couldn't help the look of intrigue that crossed his face even if he'd wanted to. "Go on, then."

"When we were in high school, I--I made a decision--a choice--to protect myself."

"How is this an answer to my question?"

"Would you just shut up and listen to me?" you snapped.

Surprise lit up his handsome face, along with the ghost of a smirk. He always loved it when you stood up for yourself, even if it was against him. "Okay, I'll be quiet."

"Thank you," you exhaled slowly. "I wanted to protect myself from pain, or heartache, or whatever you wanna call it. I pushed every emotion, every feeling, so deep down inside of me that, for a time, I forgot they were there. It was safer that way. I could go on pretending, and we could go on being best friends. It was worth the pain."

You could see the confusion on his face, and realized you needed to be more straightforward. Before you could, he interjected again. "I don't understand. What were you pretending?"

You closed your eyes for a moment, picturing the girl you were at 16 when you realized you were in love with your best friend. You knew it had been the right choice for you at the time, but it hadn't been easy. You opened your eyes again, gaze falling on that same man, now all grown up. You couldn't help the tears that welled in your eyes nor the ache that blossomed in your chest, the years of bottling up your emotions finally taking its toll.

"I pretended I didn't love you, and I've been pretending ever since."

Whatever he thought you were going to say, it sure as hell wasn't that. His jaw went slack and his eyes widened, body completely frozen in place. He recovered quickly, but the shock of your words was still evident on his face. "You--you love me?"

You nodded. "Since I was old enough to understand the concept."

He ran his hand through his hair. "Why the hell didn't you tell me?"

You were surprised by the annoyance in his voice. "Well, I--I umm...I didn't want to lose you."

He looked exasperated. "(Y/N), you're telling me we could have been together for years, but you didn't want to tell me how you felt because you thought I would leave you?"

You were stunned silent, so he kept going.

"I've had to watch you date so many men that weren't good enough for you--for years--because I thought you didn't feel the way I do. You never once let on that you wanted more--not once."

"So..." you began, trying to find the right words. "Are you saying that you love me too?"

Chris seemed to realize what he'd essentially just admitted, and immediately calmed down, eyes softening significantly. "Yeah, sweets. I've loved you my entire life."

For a moment, the world stood still. The two of you stood there in silence, staring at each other, the shock of your admissions still sinking in.

Then, just as quickly, you both came alive, bodies coming together, lips colliding in a passionate, searing kiss that would live on in your memories forever.

When you separated, breathless, your brain finally caught up with what was happening. You held onto his neck, almost afraid to let go.

As if he sensed what you were thinking, he pulled you even closer. "I'm not going anywhere, baby."

You looked up at him, eyes swimming with emotion that matched his own. "Will you take me home?"

"That depends...whose home are we going to?"

"We?" you asked in a teasing tone. "Isn't that a little presumptuous of you?"

"We just admitted we've been in love with each other since we were kids. I'm pretty sure that means we have a solid 15 years of missed sex to make up for."

You laughed lightly. "As crass as that was, I actually agree with you." You pulled him down for another kiss. "Your place is nicer than mine."

He grinned. "You've got it sweets."

He practically dragged you back to his car, body in overdrive, the need for you so overwhelming he could barely think. Your own desire was so intense you were quite certain you were going to die if he didn't touch you immediately.

Your friendship had always been an open one...which meant both of you had shared your fantasies (most of them, anyway), as well as your sexual escapades. You both knew what the other person liked...so you were both confident the sex you were about to have was going to be mind-blowing...and boy, were you right.

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"Chris!" you gasped loudly.

The man in question simply moaned in response, not moving from his position between your thighs, tongue and fingers assaulting your pussy in the most pleasurable way possible.

Your fingers dug into his thick locks, tugging slightly as the pleasure continued to build within you. You weren't surprised by his skill, but you were surprised at how he played your body like an instrument he'd been playing all his life. Every touch, every movement, every sound, sent waves of passionate fire flying through your veins.

When you came for the second time, you tugged at his hair with more force, body squirming from sensitivity. "Too much," you whispered.

Chris finally relented, lifting his head up to look at you, grin etched on his handsome face. His beard was coated with your slick and he licked his lips with a moan. "Sorry, baby. You just taste so damn good."

You laughed lightly, breathing still heavy from the intensity of your orgasms. "If you're a good boy, I'll let you taste me again later," you teased.

Chris laughed and crawled up your body, pressing his lips to yours in an adoring kiss. Whether he intended to or not, as he leaned forward his cock pressed against the entrance to your core, eliciting a gasp from each of you.

"Fuck," Chris groaned. "Baby, I don't think I can wait much longer."

You reached up and pushed his hair back, the tousled locks having fallen onto his forehead. "Who said anything about waiting?"

His lips fell against your neck as he started to push into you. You gasped at the feeling, his large cock already stretching you more than you'd ever been stretched. Your nails dug into his shoulders and he groaned against your skin.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I know it hurts."

"It's fine," you murmured. "Please don't stop."

He raised his head to look into your eyes, worried that you didn't mean it. When he saw no reservations and nothing but lust, he continued to press into you, moving a little more quickly this time.

Once he was fully seated within you, he gave you a moment to acclimate to his size. You swore you could feel him everywhere, every part of your body was completely filled with him. The sensation quickly turned to a burning need and you begged him to fuck you.

"Anything for you, baby girl," he murmured as he began to move.

If his neighbors hadn't already been awoken by the sounds of your moans, they would be now. You'd never felt so good in your life, the way his body meshed with yours was as if they'd been created for this specific purpose.

"That's it, baby. Let me hear those pretty moans."

"Chris--it--it feels so good," you moaned loudly.

He moaned as your pussy clenched around him. "Fuck, sweets. This sweet little pussy was made for me. So tight and warm."

He leaned back, tilting your hips up to give himself a better angle. He began hitting your g-spot with each thrust, and you cried out in pleasure, fingers digging into his biceps. "Chris!"

He placed his hand on your lower belly and pressed gently. "You feel that baby? You feel how deep inside you I am?"

You whimpered in response, voice reduced to nothing but sounds.

"Aww, is my sweet girl too cock drunk to talk?" He began circling your clit with his thumb as he taunted you. "Pretty little thing turned dumb by a big cock."

"Please," you begged, not sure what you were begging for exactly.

Chris smiled, movements never faltering. "Yeah baby? What you begging for?"

You didn't respond--couldn't--whimpering moans and heavy pants all you could manage.

"I know what you need, sweets," he whispered, thumb speeding up against your clit, keeping time with the rhythm of his hips. "You need to come, don't you?"

You nodded vigorously and you dug your nails more deeply into his biceps.

He groaned at the sensation, his own orgasm mere moments away. "Then come for me, pretty girl. Soak my cock."

As if all your body was waiting for was his command, you came with a cry of his name. Your hips jerked up, body spasming beneath him as he helped you ride out your high.

Your pussy was pulsating, clenching and releasing his cock rapidly, quickly pulling him towards the edge. "Fuck, baby, I'm close," he gasped.

He was thrusting more quickly now, chasing his high. He wanted to fill you up, needed it more than he'd ever needed anything.

You knew him better than you knew yourself, so you knew exactly what he needed to get him over the edge. "Chris," you murmured. "I need you to fill me up." You clenched your pussy as tightly as you could to punctuate your words.

Chris came with a shout, hips jerking wildly as he spilled inside of you. "(Y/N)," he gasped, hips faltering, and slowly coming to a stop as he pulled out of you, collapsing beside you with a groan.

"Holy shit," he whispered.

You laughed loudly. "My thoughts exactly."

He grinned. "I always could read your mind."

You turned your head to look at him, taking in his love drunk appearance. Somehow, he was even sexier like this, completely fucked out and satiated. You could have stared at him for hours.

"You're staring. It's kinda creepy," he teased.

You laughed. "Oh shut up. It's not my fault you're so pretty."

He groaned. "Did you just call me pretty?"

"I did and I will not take it back."

He rolled on top of you, covering your body with his. "You better take it back," he warned.

"Or what?" you challenged.

He didn't say a word, choosing instead to kiss your neck, mouth sucking and biting at your most sensitive spot. He knew exactly what it would do to you and he wasn't disappointed.

"Chris," you whispered.

He grinned against your skin, ignoring your warning tone. "Are you gonna take it back?"

"Nope."

He moved with the speed and agility of a panther, settling between your legs before you could even register what was happening. His lips were mere inches from your core, his hot breath making your body shiver.

"What are you doing?"

"Giving you one last chance to take it back."

"And if I don't?"

He grinned like a Cheshire cat. "If you don't, then I'll make you come until you cry. The choice is yours."

Your eyes widened in surprise, and maybe a little bit of desire. You weighed your options, but you were too damn stubborn to take it back. "Try me," you challenged again.

"Oh, baby...you're gonna regret that."

He dove into your pussy with the hunger of a wild animal, completely unleashed, unable to stop himself from enjoying your delicious taste. He didn't stop until he saw tears sliding down your pretty face, and even then, he made you give him one more orgasm.

Once he was done with your 'punishment', he carried you to the shower where he gently washed you before taking you back to his bed and laying you down beneath the covers.

He crawled in beside you and pulled you close, lips pressing soft kisses to any skin he could see.

"Thanks for tonight," you said softly.

"For what?"

"Ya know...for everything."

He understood what you were trying to say, a small smile playing on his lips. "I love you, (Y/N)," he whispered.

Those four words said so much more than just 'I love you'. There were promises, hopes, and dreams all wrapped up in a beautiful bow. There were years of things left unsaid, feelings and emotions hidden beneath the surface. And of course, there was the true meaning of the word 'love', a word neither of you had really understood before this moment.

"I love you too, Chris," you whispered back, your own words laced with the promise of tomorrow and forever.

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[f10werfae]

Daddy’s Pudge

pairing: Construction!Chris x Wife!Pregnant!Reader

summary: With Chris sporting more of a dad bod, Y/n gives him a little pick me up to show how sexy her baby daddy really is. (EmotionallySoft!Chris) (Dilf!Chris)

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

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“Fahk sake” Chris groaned turning to the side, after stripping out of his work trousers, his large hands pulling at the extra pudge on his stomach. “What’s wrong big daddy?” Y/n smiled wrapping her arms around his body, kissing his shoulder, her swollen stomach very clearly in the way. Their first baby due in only a few months time, both of them in love as if it was still their first date.

At 28 and 36, the couple had their dream country home that Chris had built himself from the ground up, even a complimentary porch swing that Y/n said soothed her back pain.

“Baby ya need to stop cookin’ so good, gettin’ me all soft and pudgey over ‘ere” Chris groaned watching the extra skin jiggle in his hand, a small scowl growing on his face. “But I love you soft and pudgey, makes me feel all safe n’ warm” Y/n beamed affectionately petting his stomach, her face nuzzling in as best as possible into his back muscles. Her face watching his expression through the body length mirror by her makeup vanity, one he also built.

“If it makes you feel better i’m also soft n’ pudgey” Y/n said chuckling seeing his face still in a frown, turning him around to see her cupping her baby bump. “But that’s different sugar, you look sexy as shit and I look-“

“You look sexy and daddy as fuck okay? Like you’re a big bear gettin’ ready to hibernate with me and our little monster” Scolding with her newfound mother-like tone, she patted his chest at each word, “plus who else will eat my food?” She pouted batting her eyelashes up at him, knowing damn well that got him under her spell every time.

“Don’t ya think maybe I should work out a bit more though? Even my arms and legs are getting a bit big?” Chris said turning from side to side, his bearded face falling and his long brushed back hair made him look all that more, mature.

“lay down for me baby” Y/n whispered pushing him onto the edge of their bed, clad in only boxers, Chris wrapped his arms around his centre self consciously. It was safe to say that these past few months the couple had starting “nesting” Filling up with delicious food, tons of cuddles and tons of sex.

“Love your body daddy, all of it” Y/n whispered slowly unwrapping his arms away from himself, straddling his hips, she bent down and splayed wet butterfly kisses all over his stomach. Her fingers softly kneading the flesh as she continued to rain kisses all over his slightly tanned skin, “you okay hubby?” She asked looking up at him mid-kiss, surprised to see a few tears collecting in his eyes.

“U-uh yeah” Chris whispered biting onto his bottom lip, watching as Y/n crawled up his body, both their chests pressed against each other, her stomach against his. “Just thinkin’ bout how lucky I am to have ya n’ how much I love ya” Nuzzling his nose with hers, he breathed out a sigh of relief feeling her hands interlock with his, almost as if it was confirmation that she was really there with him.

“Then why you cryin’ for baby?” Y/n smiled brushing away his stray tears, that was another thing about her husband that she loved, he was very emotionally open and that made their relationship even stronger.

“It’s stupid, but the thought of losin’ ya n’ baby flashed across ma mind” He chuckled shaking his head, only for her to hold it to look at her, “m’staying right here honey, you saw not even my pa could keep me away from your sexy ass” Eagerly kissing his soft lips, his hands came up to settle on her rear, smirking into the kiss once he started pressing his fingers in gently.

“Nuh-uh, tonight is about you” Pushing his hands off her ass, Y/n shimmied back down his body, settling onto her knees on the floor; Chris giving her a pillow to kneel on.

“Love these thighs, love feelin’ them on me, under me and when I sit on them while having some passionate lovin’ with my husband” Y/n smirked kissing down each thigh, remembering how each time they would have crazy sexcapades, the slapping sound of his thighs against hers made it that even more sexy and lewd. Something about the fact that they were both so connected at that one moment.

“Baby you don’t havta-“

“Shush, n’ these arms, God forgive me but they’re heavenly. Havin’ them wrapped around me every single day, makin’ me feel all safe n’ protected and how they hold me down so well” Y/n smirked winking at him as she kissed each bicep, slightly trailing her tongue down one of them, all while Chris threw his head back breathing deeply.

Looking back at his wife, he leant down kissing her roughly, their kiss full of love and intimacy as her hand ventured down to deal with the growth in his boxers. “Can’t forget my other favourite thing about my loving husband” She laughed softly, taking Chris’ hardened cock out, her hands fisting it slowly and tightly.

“This okay baby?” She asked with one hand around his neck, kissing his cheeks and lips, feeling his lips quiver and struggle to kiss her back every time her finger ran over his slit. “Fuckin’ amazing sugar, you treat me so well” He sighed leaning his forehead against hers, his hips slowly rolling up into her hand, showing his strength with her still on his lap.

“Well gotta show some appreciate to my baby daddy, husband, boyfriend, soulmate, love of-“

“Okay okay sugar I get ya, I love ya too” He chuckled shutting her up by kissing her out of nowhere, causing her mind to go blank and her face to light up with a sleepy-like smile, gushing as if she was still a teenage girl.

Pumping his cock steadily Y/n felt his cock twitch in her hand, feeling his breaths start to get rapid and erratic, his hands venturing over her own body as well. “Gonna cum soon sweets” He whispered against the skin exposed by her low cut vest, sucking small hickies onto the curve of her breasts, his tongue licking strips up to her mouth and playing with her tongue.

“Mhm I know baby, I’ve got ya honey, cum for me” Y/n whispered kissing his ear softly, both his hands groping each of her swollen breasts, massaging the aching feeling that had recently built up the past few weeks.

“Gonna cum all over ya momma, gonna cum hard” Chris whimpered, his voice shaking and needy, his hands massaging her breasts in circular motions as she spat into her hand and returned it to his cock. Her wedding ring cold against his shaft as her hand quickened the pace, from base to tip every single stroke, her thumb rubbing over his slit just to tease his sensitive cock even more. His new nickname for her ever since they found they were expecting making a new appearance in the bedroom.

“Fuck fuckfuck oh baby love- love you so goddamn much” Chris mumbled incoherently, Y/n smiling proudly as white strings of cum shot out of her husband, covered both her hands and a bit of his thighs. “See, told you you’re sexy, and not even a lil bit of pudge will change that. Hell a lot of pudge wouldn’t even make me flinch. You’ll be an amazing daddy, n’ nothin will change that” Y/n whispered kissing his nose, her hands slowly pumping his soft cock as he hissed and moaned.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you?” Chris breathed out, wiping her hand down with a random shirt on the bed, his eyes dazed and gleaming like they always would. He just loved her so darn much, and her him. “um you mighta mentioned it a few times?” Y/n joked pushing his hair back, cupping his face to kiss his lips again, taking his bottom lip between hers and sucking it softly.

Breaking away he looked at her, “Baby do ya want me to- ya know?”

“Ya kiddin’ me? I’m tired big boy, let’s sleep and we can discuss this in the morn, lil monster has me tuckered out” She laughed standing up and waddling to her side of the bed, almost as if nothing had happened, Chris following her in disbelief.

“Plus sometimes my man deserves some extra loving, no harm in it” She whispered now that they were facing each other under the soft sheets, their arms wrapped around each other, with his burlier arms wrapped around her proudly and protectively. His smile that bit more brighter, he was due to be a father, and he had an amazing woman by his side. What else could he need?

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[cevansbrat0007]

Make Me Series Masterlist

Summary: Feeling bratty, you decide to test your man's patience. Too bad it's looking like your mouth just wrote a check that your ass can't cash.

Warnings: Daddy!Kink, Smut, Brat!Reader, Some DubCon, Degradation, Ass Play, Spanking (With Implements), Butt Plugs, Manhandling, Light Bondage, Minor Chase Kink, Games, Cursing, Minors DNI

Notes: The following is the first bit of Fanfiction I ever wrote for Tumblr. Although I've recently made a few minor edits, I am no longer currently writing Chris Evans RPF. Please heed the warnings and let me know what you think. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated and encouraged. ___

Make Me: Part One - Always give Daddy what he wants.

Make Me: Part Two - You disobeyed Daddy. Now it's time to run.

Make Me: Part Three - Daddy wants to know if you’re gonna take your punishment like a good girl. 

Cereal Brats: A Make Me Series Drabble - You decide to test your Daddy's patience while out grocery shopping.

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[buckybarnesandmarvel]

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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[cevansbaby-dove]

Ellie Reads a smutty book 18+

Wanrings: Daddy kink, oral (M receiving) soft sex

Pairing:Chris Evans X Ellie Evans.

After Ellie Reads a very dirty book she needs Chris to help her get rid of the tension in her body.

I laid in bed reading a book while the kids were out in school and Chris was in his office working. I just read something very dirty and man I can make Chris do what the man in this book just did.

I smirk and hop out of bed and toss the book on the bed and then change into something sexy. I walk out of the bedroom and down the stairs.

I hear Chris laughing in his office letting me know he might have been watching tik toks like he does on his free time.

i tip toe into the office and say leaning on the wall. "Hey baby?" Chris looks at me and says. "Wow Misses Evans...what's the big day for?" I walk over to him and swing my leg over his and sit on his lap. "I just read something...very dirty"

"Oh? let me guess...you need help?" I nod biting my lip. "Please daddy I need you so badly"

"Bedroom now" He growls nipping at my ear. I moan as I get off of him and hurry to the bedroom knowing Chris is right behind me.

We get into the bedroom and Chris says as he gets undressed. "Slow and loving or rough?"

"Rough daddy" He climbs on the bed and hovers over me looking into my green eyes. "Yes my baby" He kisses me swirling his tongue around asking for access.

I gladly let it in as his hands went to my waist gripping my skin rough. He slowly pulled up my bra before taking it off.

He kissed down my neck as my hands went to the band of his underwear.

I got them down as far as I could. I started stroking his cock that was already hard, some of the pre-cum getting on my hand but I couldn't care less I needed him so badly.

Chris sucked even harder on my neck making me moan "Chris....Hmm" he looks into my eyes. "What was that?" I bite my lip. 'I'm sorry daddy"

Chris smiles. "Much better" He goes back to kissing my skin and he works to my breast nipping at the skin softly. He then slowly entered me. I let out a loud gasp as he started thrusting into me.

Chris's movements were loving and slow which I loved best from him.

"Chr- daddy...faster please" He smiles. "What happened to slow and loving wifey?" I smile. "Just this once pleaseee" I wined.

"okay I got you" He starts moving in and out of me faster hitting my g-spot. "Fuck....yesss"

Chris smiles against my skin as I run my hands through his hair as he keeps moving making me feel like a balloon ready to pop.

His lips met back with mine and the kiss was so passionate more than ever before. He smiles and I moan through the kiss.

After we chased our highs I look up at Chris. "There was some oral in the book too by the way"

Chris smiles. "Oh yeah?" He kisses me and says against my lips. "on your knees.

I get off the bed and Chris spins and sits on our bed and I smile as I sink to my knees looking at his cock that was leaking with pre-cum already.

"Does baby girl want a taste?" Chris asked me as he leaned forward, cupping my head to pull me upright.

Glancing up at him through my lashes I nodded my head quickly to him. "Go on then" he urged as I opened my mouth, licking the pre-cum off his tip.

His hands tangled into my hair as I took him deep in my mouth before releasing him with a pop. "such a good girl" He said as he moaned.

I continued to suck him: letting my tongue swirling around the tip. He came into my mouth and he lifts my chin and says. "Swallow" I look at him and do as he says. "good girl"

Chris stands up and says. "stay there I'll clean up" he said heading into the bathroom to grab a cloth to clean me up.

I smile as I look at the book next to me. "Why didn't we do this sooner?" I asked as Chris walked back into the bedroom. "You never asked me dove"

Once I was cleaned, i snuggled up into the covers as Chris came to join me, spooning me from behind as we both laid there I had a smile practically glued to my face.

Chris kisses my head and says. "I love you" I look up at him. "I love you too"

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[whiskeyncoke-redux]

Big News

Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: The Reader has some news she wants to tell Chris but is waiting for the perfect time.

Warnings: Smut 18+ ONLY Minors DNI -  Mentions of pregnancy

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You had big news, the biggest actually, but you had no idea how to bring it up to Chris. How do you tell someone something this big, this life changing? You had planned on telling him when he had gotten home, but things got so busy you never had the chance. And you wanted the perfect chance. The moment had to be right.

You figured today would be right. So far you had nothing planned, so you could get him alone and tell him your news. Right when you were rehearsing what to say he popped his head in your bedroom.

“Hey, Y/N?”

You stopped in mid-sentence, hoping that he didn’t hear you talking to yourself. “Yeah, babe, what’s up?”

“Scott’s just invited us to a party at his place.”

You groaned, there went your plans for the day; and you really didn’t want to go out. You hadn’t been feeling well lately.

“Oh, c’mon, you love Scott and Shana will be there too.”

“Yeah, I was just hoping we could stay in today. We haven’t had much time together lately.”

“I know, but it won’t be a big party. Just a few people. We won’t stay long, I promise.”

You sighed and looked down at your sweats and Chris’s old Patriots shirt you were wearing. “Okay, give me a minute to get ready.”

You’d just have to find another time.

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Well, he was right, it was a pretty laid back party. His brother had just invited some of his friends over and you all were just hanging out talking, drinking and eating. It was nice, but you couldn’t fully enjoy it because you really wanted to tell Chris your news. Plus you couldn’t really drink anything.

“Hey, Y/N.” You turned to see Shana standing there, holding one of Chris’s nieces in her arms. “Can you watch her for a sec? I gotta step out and make a call.”

“Yeah, sure.” You held out your arms and the little girl reached out for you eagerly.

You loved kids. Playing with them was so much fun and this little girl was one of the cutest you had seen. She smiled her gummy smile at you and you felt your heart melt. You honestly couldn’t wait to have one of your own.

As you walked around with her, bouncing her in your arms and talking to her, Chris watched you with his brother. He had a sort of wistful smile on his face.

Scott looked over at him. “Okay when are you two gonna start having a family of your own? You’ve been married, what, two years? Don’t you think it’s time?”

“You know I do. How long have I wanted kids? But I don’t wanna push Y/N into something she’s not ready for. Besides you know she’s focusing on her career now and I don’t want to interrupt that.”

They looked up at a high pitched squeal from their niece. You were making faces at her now and you both were laughing in delight.

“Looks like she’s ready to me.” Scott said simply.

Chris didn’t say anything, taking another sip of his beer and watching you across the room, still smiling.

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You were laughing at Chris as he stumbled through the door. He had had one too many beers and he was being silly. You had driven home and listened to him drunkenly babble on about something or other his friends had done at the party.

You were still trying to figure out how to tell him the news you had, when he said something that really caught your attention.

“Oh and you won’t believe what Scott said to me.” He slurred slightly. “We were watching you play with Lizzie and he asked when you and me were gonna have a kid.”

You laughed. “And what did you say?”

“I told him that I wanted a kid. You know I do. But I don’t wanna force you. I know it’s a big deal and everything.”

“True.” You agreed.

“But like, I really, really do want one, Y/N. Not that I’m pushing you or anything. But, you know, when are we gonna try? No rush. But you know…”

You had put a finger on his lips to quiet him. He was really babbling now.

“You know, how ‘bout we talk about this when you’re sober?”

“Yeah, yeah sure. I just want you to know that I want one but I’m not forcing you or anything.”

“I know, baby.” You laughed. “Let’s get some sleep, hm?”

“Okay… not pushing you or nothing.”

You pushed him into the bedroom, laughing at him still babbling about wanting a kid but not rushing you.

“We’ll talk in the morning, okay? Promise.” You crawled into bed next to him.

“M’kay. In the morning.”

Next thing you knew, he was snoring lightly.

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When you rolled over in the morning, you had made up your mind to just tell him. Any time would be the perfect time. Trying to make it special was just prolonging it. Chris was still sleeping, mouth slightly open. You chuckled to yourself.

You made to get out of the bed, when he woke up.

“Morning, sunshine.” You said to him. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good.” He mumbled.

“So what do you want for breakfast?” You asked, scooting over closer to him and laying your head on his chest.

“I want to talk about last night.” He said.

You looked up at him. He had a serious look on his face. “What about last night?”

“You said, we’d talk about kids in the morning, and it’s the morning.”

“Okay.” You settled back on the pillows. “Let’s talk.”

“Alright, umm.” He paused, turning over to look at you. “I don’t really know what else to say. I mean you know how I feel. You know that I want a family, but I know how important your career is. I don’t want you to feel like you have to stop just because I want a baby.”

You nodded.

“But it is a big deal to me. We’ve been married two years and I know we’ve talked about having a family.”

You nodded again. “We did.”

“So, I mean,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “What do we do?”

You were quiet for a minute. “Well, I think the answer to that question is simple. We have a baby.”

“Are… are you serious?” He began to get excited.

“Yeah. I am.”

“Wow, okay umm when? I mean we can get started working on that now if you want.” He said and reached for you, pulling you back to him.

You laughed and kissed him.

“Oh, okay so we’re starting now.” He said against your lips. He moved his hand down to your waist pulling up the old shirt you wore to bed.

You threw your leg over him and straddled his hips and looked down at him. “Well, we don’t have to start right now.”

He sighed, laying back on the pillows, his hands rubbing your thighs, a slightly disappointed look on his face.

“No?”

“Nah,” you said. “I think we should wait on this first one.”

He looked up at you in confusion.

“First one?”

“Yeah, I mean wouldn’t make sense to try for a baby when we already have one on the way. Seems a little excessive, don’t you think?”

You looked down at him, your head cocked to one side, waiting for the news to settle in his mind.

When he finally made sense of what you said, his whole face lit up. “We… we’re gonna have a baby? Like now? You’re pregnant?”

“Yes. And Yes!”

“I’m gonna be a dad?”

You started laughing at him. “Yes, baby, you’re gonna be a dad.”

He sat up so fast he almost toppled you over. You grabbed onto his shoulders to steady yourself.

“Oh my god.”

“I know right?” You smiled down at him. “So I guess we don’t have to try…”

“Well, no… but we can celebrate.” His hands playing with the hem of your shirt that was up over your hips.

“I like that idea.” You said as he lifted the shirt over your head leaving you in nothing at all.

He cocked an eyebrow at the fact that you had nothing on under your shirt. You giggled at the expression on his face and kissed him sliding your tongue past his lips to deepen the kiss.

As you kissed him he lay back to wiggle out of his sweats and boxers. You lifted your hips to give him room to move. Once his clothes were clear, he grabbed your hips and lowered you slowly onto his hardened dick. You were already so wet from the kiss. You moaned at the pleasurable feel of him inside of you, filling you up.

You began moving up and down on him slowly, enjoying in the feel of him moving in and out of you. You started moving faster, your hands on his chest for leverage, his hands gripping your hips to help you maintain your pace.

He sat up, and kissed you again, deeply. He slid his hands up from your waist to your back, pulling you a bit closer. You kept moving against him, feeling yourself coming closer to your climax. All the while Chris was whispering in your ear.

“Come on, Y/N, baby. Let go. I feel you. Cum for me baby.”

He sld one hand between your bodies to play with your clit. Since it was so sensitive from the friction of your bodies, his touch sent you over the edge and you came with a loud moan of his name.

He rolled your bodied over, so he was on top of you and began moving in and out of you faster. Still stimulated from your orgasm, every drag of his dick inside of you caused you to sigh in pleasure. He was close, you could tell. The thrusts of his hips were becoming erratic. With a groan he came and collapsed on top of you.

After a second he realized he might be crushing you and your unborn child and hastily rolled off of you with an apology. You chuckled and told him it was okay.

You both lay there the thought of the news you had told him still swirling around you. You were about to be parents and there was so much to do.

He rolled over on his side. “This is really happening huh?”

“Yeah it is,” you said smiling.

He scooted over to you and raising himself up on his elbow, looked down at you. “I can’t believe it.”

He placed his hand on your stomach.

“Dad. I’m going to be a dad.”

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[ramp-it-up]

Customer Service

Paring: Chris Evans x Interior Designer Reader

Word count: around 3K

Summary: Chris needs you to complete what is missing in his bedroom decor.

Warnings: 18+ Absolutely MINORS DNI. RPF, SMUTTY SMUT, ANGST. Not Beta’d. Pining, employer/employee relationship, up skirting (w/consent?), white panty kink, fingering, oral sex (f receiving) squirting, graphic mirror sex, p in v, sex standing up, creampie, good girl kink, Dom Chris if you squint, implied blow job. Unprotected sex. (Wrap if you tap).

Author’s note: I guess maybe I’m back? Idk. It’s been a while. Let me know what you think.

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“Did you just ask me if I… Wanna do you in your bedroom?”

Your eyes were wide and you’d nearly choked on your drink, not believing what he’d just asked you. 

Chris guffawed loudly, causing everyone to either look over or shake their heads, used to his expressions of mirth.

“Wow. Freudian slip much?”

“Fuck you, Chris.” 

You rolled your eyes as you took another gulp, a little bit mortified.

“Hmmmm. There it goes again.”

He grabbed your hand as you walked away, pulling you back to where you were. You were heated and Chris seemed to be enjoying it. He always teased you every time you were around.

“Calm down, Gorgeous, I’m just messing with you. What I meant was, do you want to redecorate my bedroom? You did a great job in here.” 

He indicated your mutual friend's basement, which you’d redesigned the past summer into a game/media/entertaining space. You looked around slowly, taking in every detail to which you’d paid close attention. 

Chris always found a reason to talk to you at your friend’s get togethers, eternally flirty, but you did not take it seriously. Although you were attracted to him, it was never the right time. Either you were taken, or the rumors were that he was. And anyway, it was just harmless fun. No way he’d be interested in you.

“Gorgeous.”

As your eyes came back to Chris, he was looking at you, and not the decor.  He cleared his throat and took another drink, eyes still on you.

“When I look around my bedroom, there just seems to be something missing. And so that leads me to you.”

You just stared at him, not wanting to respond this time. Chris took it as reticence.

“Come on. As a favor to me? Pwease?” 

Chris pouted and poked out his ruby red bottom lip. You laughed at him.

“You’re just a great big brat, aren’t you?” 

You sighed as he grinned knowingly.

”Ok. But it’s not a favor. It’s business. And I’m not cheap.”

Chris raised his eyebrow at you.

“Nothing that is worth having ever is.”

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Taking this gig seriously tested your willpower. During the frequent meetings in his bedroom, you’d had to hold yourself back from tackling him onto the huge bed and fucking his brains out. 

But that wasn’t professional.

So you’d remained strong and took in the details of this room, which only had a huge bed and stark white decor. He was right. It needed some color. 

You and he began the hunt all over New England for the perfect pieces to complete the look of his most intimate space, Chris wanting to use the new 4x4 pickup truck he’d bought soon after you were hired. Since he was between projects, you two spent a lot of time together, discussing design, among other things. He was a very involved client. 

And a perfect gentleman.

Until one crisp fall weekend, when everything changed.

Early that morning, Chris pulled up to your house to pick you up, not opening the door for you as he usually did when you climbed up into the truck.

“‘Lo. Gorgeous. You good?” 

Chris drawling his nickname for you in that Boston accent behind the wheel of a pickup truck was the subject of many of your fantasies. But you couldn’t let him catch you slipping.

His eyes skimmed up and down your body as you smoothed your dress down and settled in to put on your seatbelt. You looked at him as he stared at you.

“Good morning, Chris. I am. Are you?”

You crossed your legs, showcasing your legs and cowboy boots under your short corduroy dress. Chris’ eyes darkened and his jaw clenched and he moved toward you, then seemed to think better of it as he settled back into his seat.

“Just peachy.”

You wondered what his deal was, but you pushed down your feelings and got out your phone, checking your list of antique shops. After all, this was business. You could feel his eyes on you as he pulled out of your driveway and got on the road.

It was a beautiful drive, but there was a new, more dangerous tension between you as the morning progressed. and you felt that something was going to snap any minute. Chris was a man of few words today, responding to you with grunts and nods. There was something going on that you couldn’t name. It put you on edge.

The morning was tense, and as you entered the fourth shop before you circled back for lunch, Chris hung back, looking for a brass fireplace tool set as you searched for a wardrobe. You didn’t know it, but he was also checking for you as his eyes followed you throughout the store. 

You almost stumbled over the cause of your undoing. Chris was pure sex on legs in jeans and a flannel shirt, signature baseball cap on over his hair which was newly buzzed and a scruff of a beard growing back in. You were too distracted by thoughts of him to notice his reaction to you as you walked through the old shop, which was filled to the brim with treasures. 

Chris was watching your legs in the cowboy boots when you backed up to the object in question as you sized up a large piece of furniture.

“Ay, yo!”

You and the woman with gray in her hair looked up to see Chris give you a nod, full of arrogance and ownership. You were taken aback from across the shop as the owner smirked and looked back down to her ledger as Chris strode over to you, in full frat boy mode. His broad shoulders, slim hips and long legs made you feel some kind of way and you backed up further as he approached.

Chris took in your wide eyes and moved you with just his proximity, hands in his pockets as he looked down at you like some asshole at a college party. God, you hated how your body responded to him. But the way he made you feel was like nothing else in the world. Maybe you would say something when the job was done.

Maybe not.

Chris reached out to touch your arm and you stopped retreating, staring up into those clear blues shaded by the bill of his baseball cap as he smirked down at you. He looked into your eyes for a few seconds, and then down to your side and back up at you, eyes shining.

Curious, you looked down and saw a small oval shaped end table, it’s top a mirror. It came up to your mid thigh and gave Chris a perfect view up your dress. 

You shook your head at him, heart beating a mile a minute, but you didn’t move. Chris stared you down and spoke in a low tone which only you two could hear.

“I have to have that.”

He nodded down to the table, which reflected your ass back up to you both as you gazed down on it.

“You want it in your bedroom?”

Your voice was deep with desire as you asked the question. You were so close now, and looking up at him and his lips. You wondered how they would feel on your body.

“Want it. Need it. Bad.”

The way his voice broke a little bit was everything. There was no mistaking this conversation. You moaned a little yourself and cleared your throat.

“What are you going to do with it?”

The sexual tension was so high, you needed to climb over it and just do it.

Chris’s long lashes fanned his cheek as he looked down again and back up into your eyes.

“I’ll need to show you. In my bedroom. I imagine it will look good. Really good.”

Your breath hitched at the possibilities. You weren’t misreading any meaning this time.

“Oh?”

“Yes. Can you see the possibilities? Judging from what I see, I think you’re right there with me.”

You looked down to see that the vision of your soaked panties was plainly visible in the mirrored table top. There was no denying it. And you didn’t want to any more.

“You should get it.”

Chris gave a sexy side smile at your hoarse whisper.

“Oh. I intend to.”

Chris leaned down, his hand faintly brushing your thigh when he reached for the table. He smirked as he turned and headed toward the register.

You were too flustered to be able to breathe in the old store, so you walked out into the crisp fall air to catch your breath. You did not believe this was happening, and had almost convinced yourself that it hadn’t by the time Chris stalked out of the store, the table in hand. You climbed back into the truck as he put it in the back with the rest of the morning’s purchases. You tried in vain to stop thinking throughout the 20 minute drive.

When you arrived at his home, you jumped out of the truck, ready to call an Uber to take you home as he called to you from his door. 

“Y/N.” 

He nodded his head at you and you obeyed, following him into the house. You stopped in the living room, but was propelled forward as he jerked his head into his bedroom. You slowly moved forward, walking toward him and the table which he had put down near him in front of the bed.

“L-l-looks good.”

You were shook. You didn’t think you’d escape his bedroom untouched this time. And you didn’t think you wanted to.

“C’mere.”

Chris reached for your hand and you moved to give it to him. You two stared each other down, and then started to speak. At the same time.

“Chris,--”

“Y/N, am I–”

You both stopped and chuckled.

“You’re right–”

“Cause I gotta tell ya-” 

You stopped again, and Chris took off his hat, running his fingers through his hair. You just had to feel it between your fingers, and as you moved, he reached for you too, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you to him. You came together like a pair of magnets, unable to resist each other any longer.

Your first kiss was heady, teeth and tongue and lips acting out stored-up need. He kissed you until you couldn’t breathe. Then, he leaned his forehead against yours.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

“Same. But I wasn’t sure you liked me like that.”

Chris shook his head and chuckled. 

“For a smart woman, you can be pretty clueless sometimes. Everyone knows how I feel about you.”

You shrugged your shoulders. 

“No one told me.”

Chris was looking at your lips.

“You’re right. I should have. Y/N, L/N. I like you. I like you a lot.”

He kissed you again and pulled back.

“And like I said. I want you. I’ve been wondering what was under that dress all day, hoping it was nothing.”

“Oh really?”

Chris pulled you flush against him, and turned you around. You could feel the steel rod in his pants, and see him looking down. The table was right behind you.

“Yes. But what I saw in this table was so much better.”

Chris looked down again. 

“White cotton panties. Do you know what that does to me?”

“No.” You smiled innocently. “What?”

You were enjoying the knowledge that you affected him.

“I had a dream about you this morning. White cotton panties against your beautiful skin. Almost busted a nut in my sleep like a fucking teenager.” 

Chris was kissing your neck now, and your hands rubbed the erection inside his jeans. 

“Woke up with the biggest hard on.”

You moaned. 

“For me?”

“Yeah. for you. Do you want it?”

Chris pressed his crotch into your palm. You tried to grasp it in vain over his clothes. Then you reached for his button.

“Fuck yeah.” 

You got his pants open and were able to feel the fullness of his member through his underwear. You licked your lips not wanting to split your lip on him, but wanting to try. He was looking down again.

“I know you’re wet, Gorgeous. Did I do that?”

Chris edged away from you and unbuttoned his flannel, threw it on the floor and then took off his t-shirt. How dare he ask that as he stood shirtless in front of you.

“You make me wet whenever you’re around, especially in this room.”

He moved toward you again, nodding.

“I get it. Usually I stroke one out before we meet. To keep my hands off you.”

You clenched as he pulled up your dress and pulled your panties tight between your folds. The friction was good, but somehow not enough. You wanted more.

“But this morning, I just let it ride. ‘S why I’m so wild right now. Tired of holding back..”

“Oh Chris…”

“Tell me no right now. And I will be able to stop. If not….” 

He literally growled into your ear. His hands were at your hips now and going north, moving your dress up your body. You arched into him.

“Don’t stop Chris.”

His face changed and his hands stripped your clothes off.

You were wearing a white lace camisole, and your nipples were clearly hard beneath it.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he said, as he pulled it up over your head.

He grabbed you and his mouth descended down your body, stopping to worship and torture your nipples. One hand slipped inside your panties and he teased your slit, rubbing your wetness around them. You tried not to press your against his hand, but you were too wanton.

“I want to suck your dick, Chris.”

He moaned as you stroked his cock, running your thumb across his sticky wet tip. He shuddered.

“God I want that too, Gorgeous. Wanna see you try to take it all.” 

His free fingers brushed your lips as his other hand teased inside your sopping hole.

“But first I’m going to taste you. Then I’m going to fuck you. And you will watch me do it.”

Before you knew it, your back was on the bed and Chris was on his knees in front of you, holding your legs open and staring at your pussy. Those eyes. Those lashes. Those lips as he licked them.

“Gorgeous.” He looked up at you. “Can I?”

You leaned up on your elbows, needing to see this.

“Please,” you begged, the anticipation getting to be too much.

Chris pushed your thighs wider to accommodate his shoulders and leaned in, hot breath fanning your lower lips as his mouth got near. He moved his hands close and pulled your pussy lips apart, the sound of your slick releasing as he separated you deliciously pornographic.  He licked up and down your slit, and leaned back, huffing with indignation.

“Shit this is delicious.”

He tasted you again.

“You can’t be this perfect.”

And again.

“Holy shit.”

And then he immersed his face fully into your cunt, lickiing, swiping, sucking with his lips and tongue. You grabbed his hair and tugged, causing him to moan into your already-wrecked hole.

“Oh god, Chris….”

He pulled back, smacking his lips.

“That’s right. Give it to me.”

He lifted his hand, rotating his palm up, and slid his middle finger into you.

“So fucking tight. This is just one finger. Gotta loosen up, Gorgeous. Eyes on me.”

He winked and started to eat you out again, locking eyes with you. His tongue went to town, flicking your sensitive nub.

“Pinch those nipples for me, Gorgeous. Hard. Like a good girl.” 

He spoke into your cunt and he looked down to watch you clench desperately around his digit. That’s when he slipped another in and started finger fucking you. Grinning, he leaned down again and took your clit between his teeth as he watched your fingers pinch and pull your breasts.

“Goo gul.” Good girl.

He spoke through your pussy, the vibrations of his voice coursing through you and causing the tight coil in your belly to snap and sending your release gushing into his face. He gladly took everything you gave him, lapping you up and groaning in gratitude. When your pulses slowed, he stood up and wiped his face with his t-shirt.

You stared at the ceiling, embarrassed that you came that hard, and all over him. Your cheeks were warm and you wouldn’t look his way.

“Hey.”

Chris was grabbing your hand. And bringing you upright, tilting your head up for a kiss. His eyes were full of admiration.

“I think I’m addicted to that shit. We’re going to have to do that again.”

He smiled down at you, and you smiled back as he walked you backwards to the table.

“But first, I gotta see this.”

Chris gently kicked your legs apart and positioned the table between them.

“Wanna see myself balls deep in your pretty little pussy from this angle,  Gorgeous.”

He walked behind you, trailing his hand on your torso as he nestled himself against your back.

“Now watch closely.”

You looked down and gasped. It was so graphic, and so fucking sexy. Chris was pumping his cock and swiping it between your wet folds, causing sparks of sensation to radiate through your body. Looking at it from this perspective was a unique experience.

“So fucking hot.”

Chris’s deep voice in your ear and the drops of your arousal on the mirror caused you to try and chase his cock for relief, but he just held your hip fast with his hand to keep you still. 

“Keep being my good girl, Gorgeous. Be patient.”

After listening to you keen in his ear as he leaned down to kiss your shoulder, he  couldn’t hold back any longer.

You moaned as you watched his huge cock breach your tiny hole from below. Your pussy started squeezing round him as he slowly stuffed himself inside you.    Chris’s hands were on your hips holding you down from take off as he thrust his pelvis. You groaned and threw your head back against his shoulder, not able to bear the image.

“Watch.”

Chris’s tone was laced with a little bit of danger. You clenched and he moaned, then smirked at your tell. He doubled down on the dom.

“Keep those fucking eyes open.”

You looked down and it took your breath away. You had the perfect view of Chris’s cock sleeking in and out of your cunt, balls tight against his unit.

“Now circle that clit. Lemme see that pretty little manicure help make you… “

You’d obeyed Chris immediately, and the vision of your chocolate manicured fingers parting your lips and rotating around your clit as his cock invading your tight channel was extremely erotic.

Chris looked down and saw his cock destroying you. He felt you beginning to spasm around him. He heard your sopping wet cunt and your sexy moans. He couldn’t take it.

“Shit that looks so, feels so, sounds so fucking good…”

“Oohhh!” 

You were near the edge. He sucked a hickey onto your neck as he lifted you off the ground with his thrusts. He hooked your leg over his elbow to help gain deeper access.

“Holy shit, taking me so fucking well. Gorgeous, look at it.”

“I can’t Chris, I… shit, holyyyyy, I’m gonna cum again. All over you, shittttt.”

Chris moved you slightly away from the mirror, but did not stop fucking you. He husked into your ear.

“Give it to me. Give it all to me and I’ll give it all to you. Gonna stuff this little pussy so full of my cum…”

“Ahhhh ahhh ah ahhhh!”

You came, body shuddering as Chris pounded into you. You felt the warm spurt of his cum hit your walls and you released as promised.

You opened your eyes and you were on  the floor, curled up in Chris’s arms as he sat on the rug at the foot of his bed. His hand was stroking your spine and you felt safe and warm. But anxious. You looked up at him.

“Oh my god. I can’t believe we did that.”

Chris kissed your nose.

“I can. Been dreaming of it for a long time. A couple of years. Since we first met.”

You were flabbergasted.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“It never seemed to be the right time. But we’re here now.”

You smiled wide.

“Yeah. And I’m glad.”

Chris gave you a tender kiss and held you tighter. Then he got up and lifted you with him. 

“Time to shower and finish this bedroom.”

You tried to pull him toward the bathroom. But he didn’t budge.

“Or you can give me that blowjob you promised.”

You looked down to see Chris at half staff already.

“We’ve got time. Bedroom seems complete now anyway.”

That lopsided smile did something to your heart. You sank down on your knees.

“The customer is always right.”

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[fatecantstopme]

If I Love You Too Much, I’m Sorry

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Summary: I got the idea from Russell Dickerson's song “Sorry”. Chris expresses his feelings for you via karaoke.

Warnings: RPF. Use of pet names. Cursing. Smut, Oral (M & F receiving), unprotected sex (P in V)

You'd met your boyfriend purely by chance. Your friends had dragged you out to a karaoke bar one night and he happened to be there with some of his own friends.

You were slightly embarrassed to say that you didn't even notice him until he got up on stage to sing a song. The moment you heard him speak, you recognized his Boston accent.

"Tell me that's not Chris Evans," you whispered to your best friend, Andi.

She turned towards the stage, eyes widening. "That is one hundred percent Chris Evans."

"What the hell is he doing in a karaoke bar in the middle of the week?" you hissed.

She laughed and shrugged. "Girl, everyone loves a good karaoke night. Even famous people."

One of your other friends rushed over to your table with a couple drinks. "Dude, did you see Chris freaking Evans? He's on stage!"

"Yeah, Nic, we saw him," you said. "Hard to miss the hot guy singing freaking Led Zeppelin."

"Who picks a Led Zeppelin song for karaoke?" Cole asked in annoyance.

You chuckled. "Apparently Chris Evans does."

Cole rolled his eyes. "Straight guys are so weird." He took a long drink. "At least he's pretty."

You bit your lip as you turned to look over at him. "Pretty is not the word I'd use," you mumbled.

Andi smacked your arm and you laughed.

"Okay, so you're getting up there next, right?" Nic teased you.

"Absolutely not."

"Why not?! You always sing karaoke."

"Not when Chris Evans might see me. No way in hell."

"Oh come on," Andi said with a grin. "Maybe he'll fall in love with you after he hears you sing."

You threw a napkin at her and she giggled.

"One of you can get up there and sing instead. I'm gonna get another drink."

You crossed the room to the bar, not really noticing that the song had changed. You ordered your drink and patiently waited for the bartender to make it. He handed you the drink with a smile and you grabbed it with a thanks. You turned around, not really paying much attention, and ran directly into a firm, broad chest, spilling your drink all over yourself and him.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry," you said quickly, before looking up at the man you'd run into.

"It's alright, I kinda ran into you."

That thick Boston accent would have told you exactly who he was even if you hadn't been staring into his blue eyes.

You gulped, mouth suddenly dry.

He smiled at you warmly, taking you in slowly, eyes trailing over you before making their way back to your face. "How 'bout I buy you another one?"

"You--you wanna buy me a drink?" you squeaked.

He laughed. "Yeah, if you'll let me."

You nodded rapidly. "Sure."

He placed his hand on your hip to gently slide you over so he could get to the bar. Your whole body lit up, sparks igniting every nerve ending. You cleared your throat, trying desperately to be normal again.

Chris ordered you another drink before turning to address you again. He put his hand out to shake yours and said, "I'm Chris."

You shook his hand and mumbled, "I know."

He laughed, smile widening.

"Sorry--I don't mean to be awkward," you fumbled. "It's not every day you meet Chris Evans."

"Don't worry about it. Just think of me like a normal guy, buying a pretty girl a drink."

"I can work with that," you said with a smile, trying not to die when he called you 'pretty'. "I--uh, I'm (Y/N)."

"(Y/N)," he said your name as if he was tasting it. "Beautiful name."

"Thanks," you said, face heating up as a blush creeped into your cheeks.

Thankfully, the bartender finished your drink, handing it to Chris. He turned to you and handed you the drink. "Would you like to sit with me? I'd love to chat with you."

You gave him a smile you hoped looked normal. "I'd love to."

He put his hand on your lower back and gently guided you to a small table at the back of the room where it was quieter.

The two of you stayed and talked for hours, about everything and anything. You were surprised by how down-to-earth he was and you found yourself feeling incredibly comfortable with him.

You were still talking when last call went out. Chris looked surprised and you glanced around the mostly-empty bar, noticing your friends had left you.

"I didn't realize it was so late," he said.

"Yeah, my friends already left."

He glanced around. "Mine too. Can I get you a ride home?"

"Oh, thanks, but I actually live a couple blocks away. I'll just walk."

"At this time of night? Absolutely not."

Surprise lit up your face. "I do it all the time."

"What kind of gentleman would I be if I let you walk home by yourself?"

You raised your eyebrows. "Are you offering to walk me home?"

He stood up and reached out to help you up. "I am, indeed."

You laughed and slid your hand into his, letting him pull you out of your chair.

"Let me just go pay the tab," he said.

"Oh, I have to pay mine too."

"I've got it," he insisted.

"You don't have to--"

He waved you off. "Please let me. My mama raised me right."

You chuckled. "Alright, if you insist."

"I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."

You watched as he walked away, disbelief suddenly sinking in. You'd spent hours talking to Chris and now he was paying your tab and walking you home. What the hell is happening with your life?

"Ready?"

You smiled at him. "Absolutely."

"Lead the way, beautiful."

You couldn't help the soft sound that left your lips, but you hoped he hadn't heard you.

It was a beautiful night and the walk only took about 15 minutes. When you reached your apartment, you stopped and turned to him. "This is me."

He looked a little sad, as if he didn't want the night to end. "I have to say, I haven't enjoyed myself this much in a long time."

"Neither have I," you said honestly.

"Could--could I maybe call you?"

Surprise lit up your face for what had to be the millionth time that night. "You--you wanna call me?"

He smiled warmly. "Yeah, if you're okay with it."

"I'd love that, actually."

He took out his phone and handed it to you so you could put your number in. When you handed it back, he slid it into his pocket and took a step towards you.

You froze, allowing him to stop within an inch of touching you. He looked down at you and your eyes met his. You desperately wanted him to kiss you, but you weren't about to beg him for it.

He leaned down, pressing his lips gently to yours, taking your breath away with a soft kiss. You leaned into him, hands sliding around his neck to pull him closer.

The kiss was incredible, but so much shorter than you would have liked. When Chris separated his lips from yours, you let out a soft whimper at the loss of contact. He didn't step back and his hands didn't leave your face.

You heard yourself whisper, "Would you like to come in?"

He smiled at you, warm eyes filled with desire. "I would like that very much."

He followed you into your building and up to your apartment. The moment you were inside, he pulled you against him, lips attaching themselves to yours once more.

You weren't even sure how you made it to the bedroom, let alone how you'd lost every piece of clothing either of you had been wearing along the way.

To say the sex was incredible would be an understatement. It was, without a doubt, the best sex of your life. Chris pulled you into him afterwards and you fell asleep almost instantly.

When you woke up the next morning, you were surprised to feel an arm draped across your midsection. You turned your head and saw Chris sound asleep beside you, arm holding you tightly. You smiled at the sight, heart warming as you watched him sleep.

"You're staring, beautiful," he murmured softly.

"Sorry," you said sheepishly. "I thought you were still asleep."

"I was until you started staring into my soul," he teased, blue eyes opening to take you in.

You suddenly felt self-conscious, knowing you probably looked like a hot mess after everything that had happened the night before.

"You're so beautiful," he said reverently, reaching up to tuck a hair behind your ear.

You blushed. "Thank you."

You glanced over at the clock and gasped. "Shit! I'm gonna be late for work." You scrambled out of bed and ran to the attached bathroom.

"Sorry about that, sweets," Chris said, getting out of the bed and following you into the bathroom. "You're more than welcome to blame me for your lateness."

You laughed. "I just might." You turned on the shower and looked over at him. "Wanna shower with me real quick?"

"You don't have to ask twice."

What had begun as a night out with friends had magically turned into one of the best nights of your life and the beginning of something truly amazing.

**********

Six months later, you were back in the same karaoke bar on a Saturday night with your friends and Chris, whom you'd been secretly dating since that first night.

Well, it wasn't entirely a secret. Your friends and family knew about the relationship, but it hadn't been made public yet. You and Chris had been very careful to keep it as private as possible, for your sake more than anything. He didn't like the idea of people invading your personal life just because you were dating him.

You'd begun asking him about making the relationship public a few weeks ago. You were willing to sacrifice your privacy if it meant being truly with him. It hadn't been very long, but you both already knew that this was going to be a long-term thing. You couldn't keep living like this and you knew it was taking a toll on him as well.

Your best friend, Andi, had suggested getting together at the karaoke bar you and Chris had met at. In her estimation, it was past time for the two of you to be together in public. Much to your surprise, Chris agreed.

You were all sitting comfortably at a table towards the back of the bar, relaxing and chatting. Your friends were talking about some nonsense and you turned to look at Chris. He was completely engaged in the conversation, nodding and laughing along with your friends' antics.

It warmed your heart to see him so happy and engaged with the people you loved. He was always so sweet and good with them, just like he was with you. You loved him so much, but you hadn't been completely comfortable admitting it to him just yet. It's like that old saying, 'when you know, you know'; and you sure as hell knew.

"Babe," Chris said again, waving his hand in front of your face.

"Hmm?" you hummed, shaking your head to clear it.

"Where was that pretty little head at?" he asked lightly.

"I was just thinking...nothing important."

He clearly didn't believe you, but he let it go. "I'm gonna go sign up to sing. Wanna come with me?"

"Oh lord. I think I'm going to decline tonight."

He shook his head. "You're missing out," he teased as he got up and headed to the other side of the bar.

"Hey," Andi said as she elbowed you gently. "What's up with you tonight?"

You shrugged. "My mind is somewhere else, that's all. But I'm okay, I promise."

Her eyes narrowed as she took you in, but her expression softened as she clearly decided to believe you. "He's really great, you know."

"I know," you smiled as you looked across the room at him.

"Oh I know that face."

"What face?"

"The one you're making, (Y/N)."

"I'm not making a face."

She raised an eyebrow. "Mhm. Sure." She leaned in closer and whispered, "You love him."

Your eyes widened and your head whipped in her direction. "Shh!"

"I whispered it!" she insisted. "Tell me I'm wrong."

"You're not wrong," you mumbled.

"Have you told him?"

"Not yet."

"You have to!" she insisted.

"You love 'love' a little too much," you teased.

"I know," she said dreamily. "I just love seeing you so happy, babe."

You leaned against her. "I really am happy."

She wrapped you in a tight hug. "Love you."

"Love you too, weirdo."

Chris made his way back to the table. "I'm up in two songs."

"What did you pick to sing?" you asked.

"It's a surprise," he said with a wink.

"As long as it's not WAP or something like that," Cole said dryly.

Everyone laughed.

"I would pay to hear you sing that," you said, laughing loudly.

"I promise it's not that," Chris insisted, still giggling.

The conversation drifted to other topics and you were engrossed in it. So much so, that you missed Chris getting up to go to the stage.

"Hey, everyone," he said into the mic.

You turned your head to look in the direction of the stage at the sound of Chris's voice.

"This song goes out to someone very special to me."

"Aww," Andi whispered.

"Shut up," you said lightly.

The first notes of the song started and your breath caught in your chest. It was a newer song, but Chris had been walking around his house and yours singing it for weeks.

Girl I wanted to apologize

For the way I've been acting lately

I been doing all kinda things

I probably just drive you crazy.

Gotta get it off my chest

Oh, and it just can't wait

It's something I ain't told you yet,

Baby, I just gotta say

Your heart was thumping in your chest loudly enough that you were certain your friends could hear it over the music. You knew every word to this song since Chris loved it so much.

Girl, I'm sorry for kissing you in front of everybody

For saying that we should leave the party

Soon as we walk in it

Have you outta that dress in a minute.

You hate it when I say it

You're so beautiful you oughta be famous

My bad.

Go ahead, you can blame it on me

If I love you too much, I'm sorry.

You couldn't breathe. For the first time since he first started singing this song, you let the words fully sink in. Your only thought was 'Is he saying that to me?'

Your friends were looking over at you to gauge your reaction, but you couldn't take your eyes off the man on stage. His gaze rested on you as he sang and you could hear the emotion in his voice. An emotion you couldn't quite place...or maybe just too afraid to.

Sorry for coming home early

When I was out with the boys downtown,

But there ain't nothing I'd rather do

Than come home and lay you down.

'Cause, baby, you're so perfect

I can't get you off my mind

So if I miss you

Gotta kiss you like a thousand times.

Andi leaned over to you. "Has he ever told you he loves you?"

You just shook your head.

"Well, I think he just did," she whispered.

Oh, I'm sorry for kissing you in front of everybody

For saying that we should leave the party

Soon as we walk in it

Have you outta that dress in a minute.

You hate it when I say it

You're so beautiful you oughta be famous

My bad.

Go ahead, you can blame it on me

If I love you too much, I'm sorry.

Other people in the bar had started looking in your direction, following the direction of Chris's gaze. Normally that would bother you, but in this moment, you couldn't get yourself to care. All you could think about was the way he was looking at you, mixed with the words coming out of his mouth.

'Cause I want you

And I need you

If I tell you too much

Then I just gotta say it

I'm sorry, mmm, I'm sorry.

Your body was reacting to his voice in the way it always did and you wanted him badly, more than you could recall ever wanting him before. You knew the song was coming to an end and you couldn't help but sing along to the last chorus.

I'm sorry for kissing you in front of everybody

For saying that we should leave the party

Soon as we walk in it

Have you outta that dress in a minute.

You hate it when I say it

You're so beautiful you oughta be famous

My bad.

Go ahead, you can blame it on me

If I love you too much, I'm sorry.

"You okay, girl?" Andi asked as Chris finished up the song.

"I think so," you said softly.

She squeezed your hand and you watched as Chris walked off the stage and started coming towards you. Several people's gazes followed him, trying to see exactly where he was going, and more importantly, who he was going to.

When he reached you, he didn't even hesitate. He leaned down and kissed you deeply in front of your friends and a room full of strangers. Your friends started whooping and other people in the bar clapped.

He pulled away from you, expression unreadable. "Wanna get outta here, baby?" he whispered in your ear.

"Please," you whimpered. You blushed, embarrassed by the pleading tone of your voice.

He pulled you out of your chair and practically dragged you towards the door. You gave Andi a look and she grinned ear to ear, waving at you as your boyfriend pulled you away.

He pulled out his phone as soon as you got outside and started typing.

"Baby? What are you doing?"

"Calling an Uber."

"Why? It's a 15 minute walk."

He turned to look at you with a hungry look. His pupils were lust-blown and you finally took the time to notice the desire literally oozing from his pores. "I'm not going to make it that long," he practically growled.

Warmth flooded your core at his tone, coupled with the way he was looking at you. You were lost for words, so you just nodded at him.

He squeezed your hand as you waited for the Uber, and thankfully you didn't have to wait long. You found yourself in front of your apartment door less than 5 minutes later.

Your hands were shaking slightly as you tried to unlock the door. You could feel his erection against your lower back as he pressed against you.

"Baby, unlock that door a little faster or I'm going to kick it down," he said, breathing heavily in your ear from behind you.

"I'm trying, but you're not making this easy, Christopher," you hissed.

He grinned against the skin of your neck, planting kisses and bite marks anywhere he could see.

You finally got the door unlocked and the two of you practically fell inside the apartment. It was reminiscent of your first time together, but his hunger tonight was absolutely unparalleled.

He spun you around and pressed you against the door, lips attacking yours instantly. He wedged his knee between your legs and you gasped as his lips descended to your jaw.

"Chris," you whimpered.

"I've got you, baby," he murmured against the column of your throat. "Gonna make you feel so good."

He gripped your hips and pulled you closer so you were flush to his body. The shift moved your clothed core against his thigh and you moaned at the friction.

He groaned softly. "Use my leg, pretty girl," he moved your hips in a slow rhythm. "That's it, baby."

Your head fell back against the door and you moaned again. "I want you, baby, please," you begged.

"Yeah, sweets? What'cha want?"

"I want you now, Chris. Please. Just fuck me."

He growled lowly. "Anything for you, baby."

He started to take your clothes off, hands tracing the curves he loved so much. He had you completely naked in less than a minute, but the only piece of clothing he allowed you to remove from his body was his shirt.

You watched him as he dropped to his knees in front of you and your eyes widened in surprise. "Baby?"

His eyes flicked up to yours. "Just lean back and let me take care of you."

He grabbed your leg and lifted it over his shoulder, giving him the access he needed to get to your core. He didn't even bother to tease you, diving into you with the hunger of a starving man.

You gasped in pleasure, hand immediately going to his hair, fingers entangling themselves in the thick locks.

Your moans mixed with the salacious sounds coming from between your legs, and you would have been embarrassed if it didn't feel just so damn incredible.

He moaned into your core as he messily slurped up your juices, tongue moving to focus on your clit. He slipped a finger inside of you, followed by another, curling his fingers in a come hither motion.

"Chris!" you cried in pleasure, fingers tightening on his hair.

"You gonna cum for me, baby?"

"Don't stop," you begged.

Chris grinned and went back to work between your thighs, coaxing you to your climax with skilled fingers and mouth.

Your legs began to shake as you reached your high, thighs trying to close around his head. Your voice was nothing but broken moans and whimpers of pleasure.

Chris's hands were the only thing keeping you upright as you came down. He stood up, holding you against him, making sure you didn't fall.

His lips met yours in a searing kiss, hands sliding down to your butt. "Can you jump for me, sweets?" he whispered against your lips.

He held onto your butt as you attempted a jump, his strong arms the only thing ensuring you didn't fall on the floor. You wrapped your legs around him and he carried you to the bedroom.

He tossed you onto the bed with a grin. Instead of crawling onto the bed with you, he started to slowly remove his jeans.

"Are you stripping for me, handsome?" you teased lightly.

He grinned wolfishly. "You like it?"

"I love it." You loved everything about him, physically, mentally, emotionally...all of it. The whole package.

He removed his pants completely, leaving him in just his boxer briefs. You eyed the large bulge, mouth watering as you thought about tasting him.

"C'mere," you said softly.

He smiled and crawled onto the bed, lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss. You pulled him down on top of you, hooked your leg around his hips, and flipped him over.

You straddled his hips, legs spread wide to fit around his width. He looked up at you in slight surprise, not used to you taking charge in the bedroom.

"What'cha doin', gorgeous?"

You smirked at him and slowly moved down his body, allowing yourself space to remove his underwear. You tossed them onto the floor and lowered yourself down to take him into your mouth.

"Fuck--that's it baby," he groaned.

You bobbed your head, tongue tracing the thick vein running down his shaft. You focused attention on his head, eliciting sharp moans from his throat.

Chris's fingers were entangled in your hair and he began to tug on it slightly. "Baby, you gotta stop--I'm--I'm gonna cum."

You moaned around his cock and he groaned in pleasure. He tugged on your hair more harshly, pulling you off his cock. You whined in displeasure, but that quickly turned to a shocked gasp as he flipped you onto your back.

"Sorry, babe, but I wanna cum inside you."

"How can I say no to that?" You pulled him towards you and he kissed your lips roughly.

The tip of his cock pressed against your entrance and you inhaled sharply. "Please, Chris," you whimpered.

"I've got you, gorgeous."

He started to enter you and your nails dug into his shoulders as his thick cock stretched your tight walls. No matter how many times you had sex, he always stretched you more than you'd ever been stretched before.

He thrust into you, burying himself entirely. He didn't give you time to adjust to his girth before he began to fuck you into the mattress, setting a relentless pace.

You cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, your nails buried into his back.

He groaned into your neck. "Fuck, baby, you feel so good. Squeezing me so nice."

"Chris, I'm--so close," you gasped out.

"I've got you. Let go for me, pretty girl."

Chris picked up his pace a little, thrusts slamming into your sweet spot, sending bright flashes of pleasure through your body.

Your nails raked down his back, eliciting a growl from deep in his chest. He loved it when you marked him up; he wore them like badges of honor.

"Cum for me baby, I know you're close."

Your moans were loud enough you were certain the neighbors could hear, but you couldn't find it in you to care. You held onto him as your orgasm crashed into you, coming apart with cries of his name.

Your orgasm triggered his and he came with a series of curses and a loud groan of your name, his seed filling you up.

He kissed all over your face and neck as you both came down from your highs. "That's my girl," he whispered. "Did so well for me."

He slowly pulled out and rolled to your side. He kissed you one more time, before getting up to grab a washcloth. When he came back, he cleaned you up gently before crawling back into the bed with you.

You settled in against his chest with a sigh. He pulled you in close and laid a kiss against the top of your head.

You finally had a moment to think about what had happened earlier in the evening and your mind began to race.

Chris seemed to sense your change in demeanor, feeling your body tense in his arms. "You okay, sweets?" he asked softly.

You nodded.

"Hey," he whispered. "Talk to me."

You slowly sat up and turned your body to look at him. You traced the design of one of the tattoos on his chest, eyes watching the movement of your fingers. "So...the song," you began.

"Yeah?"

"I shouldn't read too much into that, should I?"

He gently grabbed your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. "Look at me, pretty girl."

You lifted your eyes to meet his, biting your lip in worry.

He touched your face gently, eyes filled with adoration. "You're so beautiful you oughta be famous," he sang softly. "If I love you too much, I'm sorry."

Your breath caught in your chest and tears welled in your eyes.

"I meant every word, (Y/N)," he murmured. "I know we haven't been together all that long, but I love you so much. I can't imagine my life without you."

"Chris..." you whispered.

"You don't have to say anything, sweets, but I wanted you to know how I felt and that I don't wanna hide this anymore. I want the entire world to know I'm yours."

"Kiss me," you said softly.

He smiled and leaned forward to kiss you gently. He poured everything he was feeling into that kiss, and you did the same.

"God, you're so beautiful," he said reverently when he pulled away.

You blushed. "I love you, Chris," you whispered.

His eyes widened in surprise. "You do?"

You nodded. "I wanted to tell you a couple weeks ago, but I didn't want to scare you."

He chuckled lightly. "I thought I was going to scare you."

"I don't scare that easily," you teased.

"Thank god," he said with a smile.

"So...I guess we're public now?"

"I don't wanna hide this anymore, especially if you don't want to."

You shook your head. "I don't like the idea of strangers being in my business, but I love you, so it's worth it."

He pulled you back into him. "I love you, I love you, I love you," he mumbled into your hair.

You laughed and planted a kiss to his chest.

"Seriously, I'm going to say it all the damn time now. You'll get tired of hearing it."

"I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing it."

"Good," he kissed your forehead. "'Cause I love you."

You laughed as you curled into him. "I love you too, dork."

He sighed happily. "I don't think I'll get tired of hearing it either."

You settled into him comfortably and traced the words 'I love you' on his chest, just to make sure he knew exactly how you were feeling.

He squeezed you tightly and kissed the top of your head one last time before settling in to sleep. "Sweet dreams, my love."

"Sweet dreams, Chris."

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Pillowy Thighs

pairing: Husband!Chris Evans x Plus size!Wife!Reader

summary: Y/n feels insecure watching all the other girls in the club, so Chris shows his wife why he loves watching her body move (requested by @aerangi )

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

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“What’s wrong honey? My sweet gorgeous wife” Chris whispered into Y/n’s ear, his hands kneading the flesh on her hips affectionately, his hands tracing each of her stretch marks as if he’d memorised them. “Nothin, maybe you should ask Jessica to dance” Y/n huffed turning away from him, so when he leant in for a kiss, his lips hit her full cheeks instead.

“Hey hey now, what’s up?” Chris asked furrowing his brows, not paying attention to the rest of the party on the dance floor, his eyes trained on his wife’s beautiful face. “What i’m saying is, maybe you should dance with Jessica, rather than someone like me” Y/n shrugged turning back to the bar, swirling the liquor mindlessly in her glass. Motioning to the bartender who had been ogling Chris for most of the night, Chris of course being polite kept the conversation short.

“What’s that supposed to fuckin mean? Someone ‘like’ you?” Chris growled spinning Y/n’s face back to meet his, his expression hurt and angry. “Well-“

“Well? Fuckin well what? I wanna dance with my sexy ass wife on the dance floor and watch how her body moves” Chris’ head dipped to Y/n’s, his stubble covered cheek against hers, as his hands slowly felt up her doughy thighs which he swear he could live between if he could.

“B-but mine doesn’t move like that?” Y/n whined crossing her arms over her middle, nodding her head towards the typical club girls which were going crazy on the dance floor, their bodies grinding up against each other’s and everyone around them. Chris’ eyes didn’t even stray once, instead.

“C’mere baby, come dance with your man, your husband” Chris grumbled interlacing both their hands together, his head looking her up and down, leading him to whistle out as he admired the blue jewelled dress she had on; it accentuated all her curves perfectly. From the curve of her breasts, to her stomach, to her waist and finally her pillowy thighs.

“Okay but are you sure I belong here? with you?” Y/n asked shyly, her hands holding onto Chris’ forearms as they found a less crowded corner, his lips already attacking her jaw and neck feverishly. “You’re right where you belong honey, in my arms. Now turn around and let me love on my wife alright?”

Nodding Y/n turned around, feeling one of Chris’ arms wrap around her from shoulder to shoulder, while his other hand groped her ass through the dress gently. Together with the fast beat, Chris turned her jaw to the side so his lips could meet hers, anyone around them if they dared to look could see the couple passionately frenching on the dance floor without a care in the world.

“Arms around my neck baby” Chris growled, both of his hands going to settle on her waist, guiding her hips to the music. Y/n slightly whimpered as she reached both her hands behind her head to settle on Chris’ nape, letting his hands shamelessly grind her ass onto his hardened cock.

“See baby? That’s how you make me feel, no body else can do that to me. Only you Y/n, just you” Y/n nodded now wiggling her hips backwards, “atta girl” Chris whispered kissing her shoulder once more, his hand moving up from her waist to settle just below her breast.

“You’re crazy if you think i’d ever hate these tits, just look at how they bounce, fuck, s’all for me honey” Chris chuckled lewdly, cupping both of them harshly, letting them just bounce in his hand as they both humped their bodies together. “So don’t you ever fuckin’ say that I should dance with someone else that isn’t my wife, I only dance with you” Chris growled jerking his hips harsher, both of them more or less fucking with layers of clothes between them.

“Y-yes I understand, m’sorry” Y/n whimpered, thankfully everyone else was too drunk off their heads to realise what was going on in that one corner. “Turn around honey” Looking into Chris’ eyes, both of their hips slowed down, the both of them lovingly just swaying their bodies together; all their hands wandering all over each other.

“I love you so damn much, n’ don’t you ever forget it, ya hear me?”

“Hear you loud and clear” Feeling his hands grab a handful of her ass, Y/n leant up and kissed him sweetly, his bottom lip between her teeth as she bit it softly. “This body of yours isn’t the only reason i’m with you, this beautiful mind of yours” Chris kissed her temple sweetly, “And this pure beating heart, which beats for hopefully just me” Chris chuckled pointing to her left breast, leaning down and kissing it sweetly.

“Stop being so cheesy, you’re turning me on even more” Y/n smirked pulling him by his collar, giggling as she pressed kisses to his neck and jaw, an array of lipstick stains now covering him. “Can’t help it, love you too much”. Chris breathed out in the middle of the kiss, before smashing his lips back against hers, the kiss turning sloppy and wet quickly.

“Hold on, let me appreciate my wife’s body a lil longer” Chris said hesitatingly pulling away, a string of saliva connecting their lips. Using his large hands, he turned her around and immediately bent her over, dancing against her body in the doggy position; his hips pounding against the soft pudge of her ass wildly. “C-Chris, fuck, leave this to the bedroom baby” Y/n whimpered, feeling her body being pulled back up flush against his chest, his hands around her waist as he kissed her head gently.

“If you say so honey, let me go grab your purse and we’ll get going” …

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“Love your skin baby, always so smooth n’ soft like butter” Chris mumbled raining small wet kisses all over Y/n’s breasts, slowly making his way to her stomach where his hands massaged the flesh softly, even biting it every so often.

“How can you ever hate on yourself baby, you’re goddamn sexy, look at this” Chris said holding eye contact as he kissed her puffy pussy, his lips softly kissing and nuzzling into it as he breathed in her sweet scent. Y/n whimpered as she felt his tongue sort through her slick folds, his face coming back up, a wide goofy grin on him with his face wet with her sweet nectar. “Could eat ya all day honey, and these thighs, shit” He breathed out leaving open mouthed kisses on each one, coating them in colourful hickies just for them to see.

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[jbreenr]

𝕷𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕸𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙

Pairing: Chris Evans × Actress!Reader

Summary: You find out your crush actually likes you back in the best of ways.

Word count: 1.8k

Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), masturbation (m), slight panties kink (?), voyeurism, oral sex (m receiving), a bit of gagging, kinda face fucking, some dirty talk and hair pulling, mention of unprotected sex at the end (don't do that, kids. be responsible), this is a RPF fic so, don’t read if you’re not comfortable with it. And I think that's it.

A/N: So, it's Chris's birthday and I couldn't let this day pass by without writing some p0rn about him. I'm sorry it took me so long to post again. As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*. Lmk your guys' thoughts. I love that shit.

You were not supposed to be back in the hotel until later that night, but like many things in life, your plans changed so you decided to return to your room earlier and study your lines for tomorrow's call.

This situation could have been avoided if you stuck to the schedule of the day.

But in your defense, he wasn't supposed to be there either.

Not because it was early, not because you didn't plan on meeting that afternoon, but because it was your room, not his, the one he was in.

He wasn't supposed to be there at all.

The strange, muffled sounds caught your ear as soon as you approached the door, and having known him for a while now, you knew how his voice sounded even from afar, even if it sounded raspy as it did now. The thing you didn't know though, was the reason he snaked into your room when you were out.

As you closed the door behind you, the question was answered, stopping you in your tracks with the key still held between your fingers.

Chris's ragged groans filled the air, making it thicker; heavier; hotter.

You left your purse and key by the door, careful not to make a noise and took your shoes off.

A thin wall divided the bed and closet from the rest of the room, and the more you got closer to it, the louder Chris's sounds were.

And they were intoxicating.

It was no secret that you wanted him, flirting with him on set and during reunions. He never accepted any of your innuendos arguing that he was too old for you, but by the way he said that, you knew that he meant you were too young for him. Of course, that never stopped him from occasionally flirting back or complimenting you on your looks or acting skills.

But since it never went beyond that, you were rather surprised– no, amazed to see him naked, with his legs sprayed on your bed with a good amount of your underwear around him and his hand pumping his big, hard cock up and down with– with your favorite panties laced between his fingers.

“Fuck.” Chris moaned, the muscles of his arm shifting as he kept working, his head falling back in pleasure. “Yes, baby girl, choke on my cock.” He squeezed, and if it wasn't clear enough that he was thinking about you while jerking off, you felt your legs getting weak and your heart skipping a beat the second he said your name.

His muscular legs tensed and his hips jolted, an indicator that his release was close, and even though you wanted to see how he looked when he came, the idea of a closer view seemed better.

“Well, well. What do we have here?” The steadiness of your voice surprised you, but not as much as it surprised Chris as you walked out of your hiding position. Jumping from his spot, he reached for a pillow to cover his hard on, but to no use, there was no way on earth you'd ever forget what you saw.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Chris ran a hand through his hair, his breath was uneasy, and his body glowed with a thin layer of sweat.

“I could ask you the same thing.” Tilting your head, you drank in the sight before you; broad shoulders, bare abdomen, the hand over the pillow still gripping on the teal cloth… “But it's pretty clear.” A devilish smile appeared on your lips, your ego all over the roof since you confirmed he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him, even if he denied it in the past.

“I can explain.” He moved back, almost hitting the headboard as you made your way to the edge of the bed, blocking completely his discarded clothes from his reach.

But as much as you'd like to amuse yourself hearing some poor excuse that you wouldn't believe, you simply reached for the pillow and yanked it away from Chris, taking advantage of his still fresh shock, exposing him in all his splendor.

“What about you show me instead?” Kneeling in front him and never breaking eye contact, your hand searched his shaft and resumed the task he left unfinished. “How would you make me choke on your cock?” You kissed his red tip and he swore, his cock twitching in your palm.

“We shouldn't…”

Your fingers ran along his shaft delicately, your thump smearing the precum leaking. “Why not? It can be stimulating.” Your other hand roamed around his thigh, your lips leaving feather-like kisses on his abdomen.

Chris didn't dare to move. He couldn't. Not with you, looking at him through your lashes and so close to his cock.

“Cause you need to find a guy your age.” He barely whispered. “Live these kinda things with him.”

“They don't know how to treat me.” A teasing touch of your lips to his tip had him hissing. “Plus, I like 'em a bit older.”

“But–” His complaint got caught on his throat as you enveloped as much of him as you could in your mouth and hollowed your cheeks. “Holly shit. Just like that.” He said when your tongue drew a line in one of the veins of his length. Your panties, forgotten somewhere in the bed.

“Mhmm?” Like that? was the real question, the vibrations of your throat had Chris gripping in the bed sheets with force. You licked again.

“Yes, love, suck it whole.” Even if Chris wanted to throw back his head, he didn't. He wanted to see how pretty you looked, giving him the blow job of his life.

Did he like you? Of course he did. That was the reason you found him in that embarrassing situation in the first place.

Ever since the first time he saw you the only thing he wanted to do was bury himself in your sweet pussy and never leave, have you trembling and begging him to cum, but he knew better, knew that could never happen. Not with the age difference, not with the public eye watching your every move. He couldn't do that to you.

He tried to keep his distance, downplaying your flirty comments and taking dozens of cold showers only to stop fantasizing about you.

Chris also knew that you would be out that day, knew all he had to do was tell the lady in the hallway that he left his key inside and she'll be nice enough to let him in. He couldn't contain any more after seeing you the night before in your hot pink bikini during the improvised party the cast held by the pool of the hotel.

So he got in your room. And truth to be told, it wasn't his fault that you left your underwear drawer open, it also wasn't his fault that he imagined you modeling all that lace and silk only to him, and it certainly wasn't his fault that you looked even better with your mouth full of his cock than he imagined.

You bobbed your head up and down, moaning every time his tip hit the back of your throat, your hand stroking the rest or him you couldn't fit.

When your fingers brushed his balls, Chris lost it.

The hand that had been gripping the sheets was now in the back of your head, fingertips digging in your skull and forcing your head down his cock. You gagged, the unexpected action, not giving you time to even adjust to the change of rhythm.

“Fucking hell.” Chris took a handful of your hair in a makeshift ponytail and started directing your pace, both the pulling in your roots and the burning feeling of him so down your throat had your eyes watering, but you didn't care. Not when he looked so high on ecstasy and all because of you. “You're a dream come true”

He wasn't expecting a response, not a verbal one at least, so you ran your tongue over his hardness again, and again with every push of his hand.

Tears adorned your flushed cheeks, saliva gathered in the corners of your mouth and you did your best to breath through your nose as Chris stilled your head and moved his hips forward, starting fucking your face.

You shut your eyes closed, concentrating on relaxing your throat and ignoring the slight sting on the back of your head.

He stopped.

“No, baby. Eyes on me.” Chris yanked your hair, making you lock gazes with him again. “You wanted me to show you? This is how I make you choke on my cock.” He brought you down again, your nose brushing his skin with each thrust, your clit throbbing with every groan he let out. “You look so damn good like this.” Your lust and desire must have been written all over your face by the time he said, “Bet you're so fucking wet you're drenching those little panties of yours.” And you knew he was right. “Can't wait to fuck your pretty cunt and cum so deep inside you, you're gonna feel me for days.”

You clenched around nothing, the idea of Chris railing you senseless had you moaning again, desperation for making that scenario a reality glowing in your pupils.

“Oh, I will.” He confirmed, breathing hard as you placed your hands on his thighs for support. “But first, you're gonna be a good girl and take everything I give. Think you can do that for me?” His movements were slow, no doubt to have the most part of your attention in his words.

A tap on his thigh was enough confirmation for Chris to resume his thrusting, your heart hammering against your chest with the intensity of his movements.

You felt him twitch at least, his assault faltering and his grip on your hair tightening. He was close again, and you'd help him reach his release this time.

So you sucked harder, trying to milk the life out of him while your palms massaged his thighs.

Chris cursed, head thrown back, hips going still, and his whole body tensing up as you felt ropes of his hot spent painting the inside of your throat and the weight of his softening cock on your tongue.

Obeying, you swallowed every drop, freed him with a soft pop and licked your lips in the most sensual way Chris had ever seen.

When Chris came down from his high, he took notice of your state; hair tangled, glassy eyes, swollen lips, chest heaving. He felt himself getting hard again.

“Am I still too young for you?” Your voice was hoarse, no doubt due to the recent activities.

“I don't know.” He said, helping you on your feet and out of your sundress. “We can keep figuring it out.” He smirked, lowering your ruined underwear until it pooled at your feet.

You straddled him, ready to take on the promise he made minutes ago. “I'm in no rush.”

And he kissed you fervently before dragging you down on him, stretching your thigh walls so deliciously that you thanked whoever above for changing your afternoon plans in the first place.

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[buckyownsmylife]

drabble idea: the one where you are the other woman with Chris Evans, pls

Falling in love with someone was supposed to be the best feeling in the world. Rainbows would be multiplied in the clear skies where you’d look up to with your loved one, and skipping everywhere wouldn’t be tiresome or silly - it’d just happen, once you’d found the one who was supposed to be your soulmate.

But no one talks about what it feels like to fall for someone who’s already in a relationship.

How it feels to be a dirty secret, something they can only partake in during stolen moments, like you were some sort of sin. In a way, it’s exactly how I felt - sinful, wrong. Full of mistakes, and the biggest of them all had been to kiss someone whose kisses were promised to someone else.

I don’t know when I realized things weren’t going to change between us. But at some point, it became so obvious that it hurt. It hurt to be away from him and allowing these trains of thoughts to spiral around in my head, but it specially hurt to be near him and know that I was just some fun distraction from his perfectly-ever-after.

“Don’t go.”

Sighing, I turned around to face Chris for what I knew would be the last time.

“How can you ask me that?” I thought I was past anger, but clearly, I’d been wrong. His ego never failed to piss me off, and this was one of those times. Too bad I was tired of entertaining it now. “You think I want to spend my two-week break hiding away in a hotel room, seeing you in the two hours you manage to break away from your fucking girlfriend?”

His shoulders hunched. I knew he was embarrassed of the way he was handling this, the way he was treating me, but it wasn’t enough. Not when he wasn’t man enough to do what both she and I deserved.

“C’mon, now…” He tried to reach for my hand, but I pulled it away.

“No, you come on.” Try as I might, I couldn’t hide the hurt forever, and I knew with the way his expression fell, he’d seen it in my eyes by now.

“I’m tired of being your mistake.” Tears were threatening to fall from his blue hues, and although it made my heart clench, his behaviour had hurt me deeper than this moment.

It was time to put a stop to this.

“I love you.” I knew that already. Or at least, I knew that he thought it. But love wasn’t like this, didn’t hurt like this. Shaking my head, I turned my back to him.

“That’s not enough anymore. I don’t want to be just an easy fuck to you, or anyone else, for that matter. I deserve better.”

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[buckybarnesandmarvel]

𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞

pairings: chris evans x reader

warnings: fluff!!! making out but that’s about it :)

summary: you tease congratulate chris

a/n: i love love love this! please do like or reblog. there’s not been much interaction lately. i would love to know what you’re all thinking <3

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Chris walked in and plopped down on the couch. Dodger came running and placed himself on Chris’ chest, the man in question sighing contently as his hand went to Dodger’s fur for comfort. The whole day was entertaining and fun, but tiring. All he wanted to do now was cuddle with his girlfriend, and maybe sleep.

At that moment, you came through the door, a bag full of snacks in you hand. Dodger came running to greet you and you pet him with one hand as you placed your keys and groceries on the counter, before making your way towards the sofa where Chris was lying.

Dodger settled himself in his dog bed, his toy in his paws as you settled yourself on Chris. You lay down on top of him, your cheek pressed against his chest, your right hand fell to the side, intertwining fingers with Chris as the other went up to his his hair. You loved it like this, fluffy, with the little long bit at the back. You liked saying it was his baby mullet.

"Hey, baby..."

Chris hummed in acknowledgement, his chest calming you with its vibrations while he was absentmindedly rubbing circles on your hand.

"... Or should I say sexiest man alive?" You smiled, teasingly.

"Really, honey?" Chris gave you an amused yet exasperated look.

"Oh, c'mon, even you've got to admit, it's a bit funny."

You got up and rearranged yourself so you were straddling Chris' waist, your hands on his chest.

"How?"

You shrugged and leaned to kiss him, a smile evident on your lips.

The kiss turned passionate and Chris weaved his fingers through your hair, bringing you impossibly closer to him. You parted slightly, coming up for air, though you were close enough to brush his lips when you spoke.

"Okay, but, one thing I don't get is, how is that new information? I mean, anyone would be blind if they couldn't see that you are clearly the sexiest man alive!"

You straightened up, though still on top of Chris as he laughed, bringing his hand to his chest.

"Really, Y/N?!"

"What?! Oh, come on! I'm just telling it how it is!" you spluttered.

"God, I love you." He laughed.

You simply replied, " I know." before leaning down and capturing his lips with your once again.

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Just letting you guys know, snow on the beach is gonna have the same (ish) ending :)

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[cevansbaby-dove]

Chris and the kids make cookies.

Just a cute one shot.

Chris was busy working in his office when he hears his door slowly open and in pops a head of Ivy then matty. He smiles. "Whatca you two up too?" he pushes his office chair from his desk and says. "okay come on"

They run in and Ivy says. "Daddy can we make cookies for mommy and Ava?"

Matty nods. "pwellsee!!"

Chris laughed. "What kind of cookies?" Ivy thinks. "Coco??" Chris thinks. "hmmm those are mommy's favorites so sure we can do that but shhh we should surprise them ok?"

They both nod and matty says. "ookies!!"

Chris stands up. "Okay where is mommy?" Ivy takes his hand. "upstairs" "Good" he walks into the kitchen and looks around the kitchen "Okay we can do this"

"Okay ivy i'll help you kiddos" he grabs bowls and starts getting the stuff out. Matty stands on a stool. "helps?" Chris smiles. "Of coarse buddy"

half an hour later I walk downstairs and smell the freshly baked cookies. "Hey you three what's this for?" Ivy runs over to me and i pick her up and she says. "Cookies for you" Matty laughs. "ookies!"

Chris turns and smiles at me. "They asked" I walk over and look at the sheets of cookies. "Aw i love them you three"

I kiss Ivy's head then bend down to kiss Matty on the top of his head and i look at chris and he smiles more. "Where's my kiss?"

He frowns and i set Ivy on her feet and wrap my arms around Chris's waist and give him a kiss on his lips then we hear. "Eww!"

I turn my head and lean it on Chris's chest and he rubs my back. "we should not kiss in front of them"

"No we will to show them how much their mom and dad love each other" i give him another kiss then we all enjoy the cookies.

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[toastedkiwi]

Everybody’s Favorite Roommates

Summary: fan interactions/witnessing the chaos.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Roommate!Reader

The roommates we never knew we needed have finally been seen outside of that very first zoom interview on Kelly Clarkson’s Show and those lovable Instagram Lives. With a collection of stories that our fans have sent in, we bring you the chaos that is Y/n Y/l/n and Chris Evans.

@/bitchesbewildin not gonna lie but Chris Evans and Y/n Y/l/n came into the Target I work at. They were in line at my register. Lizzo was playing on the speakers while they were waiting and Y/n said to Chris, “ooo, your baby mama is playing.” Chris turned to her and said, “I don’t hear you singing.” Her eyes got comically wide and she couldn’t even look at him. I don’t know if she’s pregnant but OMG!

@/anon1 my great grandma’s apartment was next to Y/n Y/l/n’s. My great grandma goes over and they’ll have tea and snacks together. Y/n will play classical music on her piano for her to hear once again. She even played all of Swan Lake. My great grandmother was a former ballerina so it meant a lot to her. Y/n even payed for the whole funeral and attended but she sat in the back and stayed in the shadows.

@/thisismyclarinetbitch ever since Juilliard opened back up, Y/n Y/l/n is roaming the halls with sheet music in hand. I have caught her on FaceTime with Chris Jamal Evans.

@/nobodylovesme y/n paid two thousand dollars to each one of us (some lowerclassmen at Juilliard) just to play Gary’s Song with her to send to her “roommate”. All she said was that she misses him.

@/idontgetpaidforthis it was Valentine’s Day. Chris Evans strolled into the flower shop I work at and he had this pissed off look on his face. Short story is that Y/n Y/l/n out did him for the holiday and the cats they have ate the flowers he got her.

@/whatsmyname my husband and I went to one of the Juilliard concerts to see my sister. We were seated next to Chris Evans who was by himself in whole ass tuxedo. He had a bouquet of flowers ready. His eyes lit up the second she got on the stage. She sang a few words before going “oh wait, I’m not here for that!” Everyone laughed and she played her piano piece which was just so beautiful and drastically different from her usual pop music. And no, we sadly didn’t see Chris give her the flowers.

@/anon2 I was lucky enough to be serving Y/n Y/l/n and Chris Evans. They were dressed up to the nines. He held her hand. He pulled out her chair— he was a complete gentleman to her. They both were so sweet to each other and to me! They were just so polite and actually conversed with me and asked me about myself. I got a huge tip when they finished up. And yes, I did see them kiss each other on the lips so I’m pretty sure they’re dating.

@/noahsbackpain I worked on the set of a recent music video that she did with Miley Cyrus. I overheard them talking about her “roommate” situation. The way Y/n talks about Chris is 🥺🥺. I’m so jealous.

@/dogslovemeeee3 I witnessed, at a dog beach, Chris take off his jacket and put it on Y/n because she said she was cold.

@/sebooway I was on the subway and across from me was Y/n Y/l/n and Chris Evans. They shared earbuds-like they had wires. I overheard them call each other “gramps” and “granny”. At one point they had given their seats to two elderly women and Chris was hanging onto one of the bars and Y/n hung onto his bicep.

@/anon3 y/n visited Chris on the set of ghosted recently. I got to watch her run up to Chris. He had to drop the coffee in his hand to catch her like Terry did with Jake on Brooklyn 99. I want that in my life.

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