Tumgik
#Chris Evans x Assistant!Reader
cevansbaby-dove · 2 months
Text
Hairdresser reader and Chris Evans one shot.
Warnings: none just flirty stuff.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
7Am that was the time you got on set for a new movie that the directors asked you to be the hairstylist for the actors in it and boy you were so happy about the job, you have been a hairdresser for about three years and you loved your clients and how they felt after you did their hair.
"hey Y/n welcome to the set" You smiled. "I am glad to be here! thanks for asking me to help out"
The lady smiles. "Sure no problem your first client is running late he isn't a fan of getting his hair done but he'll be here around nine so i think we have some that need touch ups if you want to do that"
You nod. "Sure let me just get my things set out and i'll be right with them"
You fix up some actors hair and you have a great time with them when the last one leaves you are sipping coffee and you hear a man say. "uh hey is this y/n l/n's trailer?"
You turn and see a tall man built very nicely in a grey shirt and blue jeans. You smile. "yes sir it is have a seat please"
He sits down and you touch his hair lightly it feel soft on your fingers.
"So How do you want it?' he smiles under his mask. "your the magic girl i'll let you pick"
You look at his hair through the mirror and say. "okay" You fix his hair a bit and say. "So i didn't catch your name Sir"
He smiles through his mask. "Evans Princess"
You laugh. "Well that's a um...interesting name you have Evans princess"
Chris laughs. "Sorry it's chris...Chris evans not princess that was for you" he shakes his head. "hey don't mess up my art Evans" he looks at you through the mirror. "sorry"
You smile and then someone knocks on the door. "Come in please" you said as you finish his hair the door swings open and His brother scott walks in. "Hello I see you found your way around the set already chris"
Chris nods. "Yea this girl does wonders on my hair too" You smile. 'hey scott welcome to the set" You and scott have been buddies for a few months after he's come to your salon for haircuts and you didn't know chris was his brother too.
"yea hey y/n nice to see you again" You smile. "Hey scott great to see you here your in this movie too?"
"No no my brother is though" You nod "oh cool! i'd love to meet him the way you talk about him he seems super sweet" Chris clears his throat and stands up holds his hand out to you. "Hi I'm Chris Evans his brother"
You look at him in shock and say. "you...your..he's your...wow um hi" You shake his hand feeling a blush on your cheeks.
You walk around him grabbing your stuff. "Your hair is done"
Scott says. "you two seem to hit it off quick i thought you would" He smiles and you turn and look at scott.
"what nooo i couldn't um i mean...I have a lunch break see you boys around" You walk out without another word.
1 pm.
Shit! did you just hit on scott's brother? Oh man you feel like shit now omg is he married? dating someone?
"uh y/n if he was either he wouldn't have called us princess" You said in a low voice.
Your sipping your water when chris comes over without a mask on god damn his beard looks amazing.
You smile when he walks to you and says. "do you have an extra band-aid? cus i scraped my knee falling for you"
You blink. "Was that a hit from you Evans Princess?" You smirk. He sits down by you. "Maybe...is that ok?"
You roll your eyes at him laughing lightly "does Evans princess have a wife or girlfriend?"
He sighs. "Nope just me and my dog dodger" You smile. "I love dogs!" He smiles "you should meet him sometime he loves anyone" You laugh. "sounds like fun Evans princess"
"god that name is so bad" You laugh. "Your the one who said it first plus it suits you"
During the rest of the day you are working and chris walks in sometimes to get his hair done. "Chris who did this to your hair?"
He looks at you through the mirror. "Work that's who" You shake your head playing with his hair not knowing he messes it up to just see you work on it.
A/N: might make another part for this it's cute! it's short but the next one will be longer.
Tags:@nicoline1998enilocin @cutedisneygrl @patzammit @armystay89 @mrsevans90
76 notes · View notes
toastedkiwi · 2 years
Text
Chris had you as his assistant for three years. You left to do bigger and better things. It left him heartbroken as the two of you had this perfect and fun dynamic. You were just an amazing assistant for him. He tried to bribe you to stay but you couldn’t. He still will call you to come back to him. It’s not until a red carpet event five years later that he straight up grabbed you away from an interview and took you away. He might’ve been tipsy.
56 notes · View notes
time-for-a-lullaby · 1 year
Text
sometimes i write something smutty and I'm like.. what happened to the nervous little writer who visibly cringed every time she wrote something even remotely smutty??
now this is me:
Tumblr media
writing stuff like this:
Tumblr media
and i fucking LOVE it
75 notes · View notes
h0unds-of-h3ll · 2 years
Note
I’ve just read Thorn 85000 times I’m literally frothing at the mouth. I can’t stop thinking of Lloyd and his low-key bimbo wife who gets everything and anything she asks for and let’s him use her in any way he wants in exchange for cute heels or a nice dress she’s wanted for a while. She gets her own car of her choice and 4 of the best cia trained body guards Lloyd could find to escort her wherever she wants to on the rare occasion Lloyd himself isn’t available to accompany her. Lloyds bimbo wife and her humongous body guards who she adores and makes carry around her mountain of shopping bags so her extremely expensive manicure that Lloyd paid for doesn’t get chipped and the only thing she carries around herself is her husbands credit card.
“I know you’ve already said no baby but please please can we get a dog? Just a little Pomeranian or something, nothing big”
“If you bend over this table right now and let me have that gorgeous fucking ass maybe I’ll think about it sweetheart”
“Okay😊😊” as she bends over immediately
Please develop on them if you can Omg, you’ve awoken a beast within me.
Oh. My. God. Anon yes.
You’d walk through the halls in a flowy dresses that Lloyd picked for you. Three men are always located to where you are, you know their names and families. Lloyd was flustered when you addressed them by their name and not their unit. When Lloyd deals with “business” he makes you promise to stay in your room. Everything you asked for is in there, ceiling to floor wall to wall is decorated in your image. Beautiful *expensive murals are painted above your bannister. You can tell whether the meeting was good or bad by how rough Lloyd is after. Some nights he can’t even look at you the same, others he’ll stay until dawn. One time he overslept and got caught with his big arm around your waist. You live a simple life, being a gopher for all his needs. He wants a massage with organic oils he requests you, he wants to hunt you in his labyrinth of a maze he gets it. And in return, you get a lavish life with a big man who hates anything soft. Yet, he returns to you each and every night.
Some nights he doesn’t come in, simply shooting you a text of his girthy cock between his broad thighs. “Thinking of you.” You may be oblivious to a lot of things but you know that he’s doing it to be cruel. Lloyd runs before daylight each morning, if he wanted you that bad he’d take it. He does it to keep you wanting he often thinks your tamed side he’s worked so hard on will become spoiled. When it does there’s a thing he likes to call “resetting” Even if Lloyd is a busy man he sets aside his schedule for however long to punish you. To make you remember that your his flower and he’ll pluck as many petals as he pleases. Once you’ve learned your lesson, he takes you out to go shopping or a vacation as a reward. He took you to Disneyland because your pleas finally got to him. He hated every minute of it. *He got to fuck you behind Splash Mountain so he called it a compromise.
When Lloyd is away for business he puts you in charge of keeping his castle maintained. He frequently keeps in touch, sending you lots of tough love. And m a n y unsolicited inappropriate photos. You were having breakfast, chatting with one of the guards when a message from Lloyd popped up. Him fucking his fist in a rapid pace with the sound on. If the guard wasn’t already scarred from working with Lloyd then he was now. Lloyd knows how to please his dopey petal. He comes home with tons of gifts. From tailored dresses, jewelry, to stuffed animals he gave you all. He made sure you lived like a princess.
The catch was you’d have to let the god of a man rearrange your guts and tear your ass into different shades of red. He’d never actually hurt you to where your skin would scar. He’d just fuck you raw and relentlessly. Pretty pink skirt of a dress pulled up to under your tits. Tits pooling out the front. Your acrylic nails leaving long streaks of bloody scratches down his back. Your heels digging into his ample ass. Each thrust splits your poor cunt into two. His cum filled your channels to the point where when he pulled out you still felt full. He’s gotten better albeit still the worst at aftercare, but now he kisses you sometimes and calls you pretty things. Lloyd Hansen lives like a king and it only makes sense to have you as his princess.
156 notes · View notes
macverse · 1 year
Photo
Tumblr media
My Bloody Nights with Mr. Evans
---
By the end of the evening, the haphazardly spilled bloody mary wasn't the only thing staining the table linens a deep red.
---
Mr. Evans hardly ever surprises me. I say hardly because the day that I found out he's a murderer I was surprised.
Back then, I'd been working for Mr. Evans for about five months. I came on to help manage the staff of his New England estate as his personal assistant. Unlike some of my past personal assistant jobs, the position is a full-time role that required me to be available 24/7 so I was given rooms on the property. Nothing too fancy. It was only a room in the part of the estate that was designated for the staff. The whole thing was a bit of a lifestyle shock having come from living in the city to the remote, quiet neighborhood of Massachusetts’ one percent. When I took the position, I'd wondered why my predecessor had left but I could never quite figure out what happened and the inability to find out anything became less odd as time went on.
My employer, Mr. Evans, is the sole inheritor of his family's international import and export conglomerate. Making him both wealthy, and well-known in the business world. His industry experience has afforded him many friends and business partners not only in the shipping empire but also in various enterprises. He's not only popular because of his wealth and business expertise but also for his exceptional prowess in the kitchen as well as for being an incredibly handsome, eligible bachelor.
Mr. Evans is always perfectly coiffed and clothed. His thick dark brown hair is always immaculately moussed, swept back from his face, and parted perfectly without a hair out of place. His beard is always groomed and trimmed accenting his chiseled face. His wardrobe is selected by an esteemed fashion stylist from designers all over the world and immaculately cared for by a tailor on the estate. You will never catch Mr. Evans looking disheveled.
I obviously didn't care or find any of that appealing or distracting. I have been PA to many wealthy, attractive businessmen who've tried their best to sway me into comfortable sugar-baby arrangements. I'm aware that I am a beautiful, young woman who could easily live a life of luxury on the whims of a wealthy man. I could easily allow myself to be lavished with extravagant gifts and whisked off to private islands at the drop of a hat. Money and power have never impressed me. And it sure is not enough to sacrifice the future of my career.
Back when I originally started I hardly ever spoke to Mr. Evans. We would meet at exactly 7:45 am in the small meeting room between Mr. Evans’s at-home office and a grand library that no one seems to use. From the beginning, I got the impression that Mr. Evans is a very precise individual and that he prefers tasks to be performed in the way he expects. I also gathered that he's not one to show a lot of emotion. I tried once or twice to get him to even slightly smile during our meetings but gave up when my jests kept falling flat.
Our meetings would run for no longer than thirty minutes to review any open items from the previous day and the schedule for the day ahead as well as any future plans he wanted me to handle. From there, I would hand off his schedule to his drivers and business analyst Luke, a newer staff member like myself, and set out to accomplish any tasks he'd assigned. During the rest of the day, I wouldn't see Mr. Evans unless any major things occurred that required his attention. Part of my job was to make sure that there was nothing that needed Mr. Evans's attention so most days I wouldn't see him again until the following morning.
My position was surprisingly much more simple than any of my previous positions. Unlike the households of my most recent employers who were new to their wealth and needed me to bring order to their new lives, everyone on staff had either been on the estate since the late Mr. and Mrs. Evans had maintained the property. Luke and I were the only new employees. There weren't that many things that didn't already have a set course of action that everyone already seemed to know. So I spent most of my day learning about my new employer, the history of the property, and making sure everyone had everything they needed. It wasn't until after a winter-themed dinner party to celebrate the forthcoming solstice that I noticed things on the Evans estate were not as simple as they seemed.
The morning after the dinner party was not anything I'd come to expect.
Read the rest on my AO3
https://archiveofourown.org/works/43867305
15 notes · View notes
Text
Quick question
What should be reader’s job for You can run but you can’t hide ?
15 notes · View notes
freedomfireflies · 2 years
Text
Masterlist!
Series:
Tumblr media
~ Teach Me* | BestFriend!Harry
Harry needs a little practice in the art of Eating Pussy, and who better to ask for help than his best friend? You.
~ Mine* | MafiaBoss!Harry
Your mafia boss boyfriend, Harry, has been a little neglectful of his most prized possession. But he's found the perfect way to make it right.
~ One for the Money* | CEO!Harry
Working as an assistant for the CEO of a large corporation doesn't always pay the bills. So, you've turned to OnlyFans in an attempt to rake in a little extra cash. Unbeknownst to you...your boss, Harry Styles, is an avid subscriber.
~ 404* | Nerd!Harry
The one where you and Harry are software engineers on a project for Juno Inc. And you can’t fucking stand each other.
~ Knockout* | Boxer!Harry
The one where Harry is a handsome stranger who always comes to your diner covered in bruises.
~ Infinite You* | Open Relationship!Harry
The one where Harry is in an open relationship with your best friend, and maybe you have more in common than you realized. 
~ iFall for Harry* | Famous!Harry
You text an unknown number, hoping it to be the guy you met at the bar. The man that answers instead seems to be quite the upgrade.
~ Mr. & Mrs. Hey Soul Sister* | Famous!Harry
You and Harry wake up after a wild, drunken night to find out you’re more than strangers. You’re married.
~ Rumours* | Harry Styles x Reader
One-Shots inspired by Harry Styles and Fleetwood Mac songs. A story about a couple finding their way through a devastating break-up.
One-Shots:
~ Jack Shit* (Pt. 2* | Pt. 3*)
In which Jack Chambers is not a selfish, egotistical man-child with raging control issues that apparently wants to climb into Alice's womb like she's his mommy, but instead just a regular guy with a different set of control issues.
~ The Angel and the Fae | (angel!harry)
The one where Harry is an angel that falls in love with a garden fairy. And even the heavens can't keep you apart.
~ Stuck with You* | (enemies!harry)
You and Harry have been assigned to a case halfway across the country. And getting stuck for over twelve hours in a car with him is nothing short of excruciating. But having to share a bed with him? A fate worse than death. (aka: enemies to lovers + one bed trope!)
~ Bite Me* | (vampire!harry)
The one where your boyfriend, Harry, is a vampire.  And you wish you could feel what he felt.
~ Overdrive* | (street racer!harry)
The one where it’s 1969 and Harry likes to drive really, really fast.
~ Teenage Dirtbag* | (frat!harry)
The one where Harry's popular, cool, and everything you aren't. And maybe you want to keep him your dirty, little secret.
Tumblr media
Blurbs:
~ Blurb Masterlist
Collection of blurbs and drabbles for Harry Styles, Dylan O'Brien, and Chris Evans
Tumblr media
Credit for the amazing dividers to @firefly-graphics
3K notes · View notes
satellite-evans · 1 year
Text
Overprotective
Pairing: Chris Evans x reader
Summary: Chris is being overprotective of his pregnant wife <3
Word count: 880 words
Warnings: just fluff
A/N: here is a quick blurb for you guys! I hope you all enjoy it. Please tell me what you think xxx
English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, recommendations, vents or questions are always welcome. I love talking to you guys about anything <3
Happy reading xxx
I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site.
It was a Sunday evening in your Boston home you shared with your husband, that you started feeling bored. Ever since you got pregnant, the number of activities that you could do were limited not only by the pregnancy but also by your husband. Ever since he heard the news that you were having his baby and he was going to be a father, Chris was a whole new person. Not only was he mentally preparing to be the best version of himself, he was also trying to protect you and the baby from any type of harm that could occur.
“Umm, where do you think you’re going?” He asked you, with shocked eyes and fear in his tone, like you were going to a war.
“I’m going to the kitchen. Calm down. You don’t have to be so nervous all the time.” You laughed him off, thinking that it would be the end of the conversation, but Chris was still not done with you. He was very serious when he said that he would protect you from anything dangerous.
“Well, what if you accidentally burn your hand? Or bump your head into the wall? Y/N what if there is a piece of glass on the floor and you step on it? No. No no no no no, absolutely not. You stay here on the couch where it’s safe and I’ll make you whatever you want.”
And this continued during your whole pregnancy. Sometimes, you were worried that he was too focused on you and the baby, that he forgot he has his own life he should be focusing on. Neither of you were clingy people, but Chris became one after you got pregnant.
“Please, just gimme 5 more minutes.” Chris was supposed to be in a meeting with producers, but he was hugging his wife and kissing her belly, trying to feel the kicks of his baby.
“Chris, no, you aren’t supposed to be here right now. Go before your assistants get mad at me.” The last thing you wanted to do was hold Chris down and make him fall behind work. He was a dedicated actor you were proud of, and couldn’t wait to see more of his work.
“Please, if she even tries to talk to you with an attitude, she’ll be fired. No one gets to get mad at my wife.” A piece of you loved he was looking out for you and that he would die before anything happened to you and the baby, but you needed some alone time and Chris was working on your nerves.
“I swear to God if you don’t move your ass to the car and go that meeting right now, I will name our child after my great uncle. Go!”
Chris then stood up, hands in the air, brows furrowed, looking like you offended him.
“Okay, okay, I’m going. Jeez, I didn’t know I was such a burden.” After hearing his words, you rolled your eyes, once again witnessing how much of a baby your 41-year-old husband was.
“When did I say that, huh? Did such words ever leave my mouth? No. So stop acting like I treat you like a burden, baby.” You stood up and gave him a hug, and felt Chris put his head on yours.
“I love it so much, that you take care of us and protect us with so much care, but baby, you do it a lot. The baby and I won’t get hurt when we go to the kitchen or when we decide to go to the bathroom alone in the middle of the night. I get it, you’re nervous and you’re looking out for us, but doing too much is also not okay. You need to go out, interact with people, do your job, and me and the baby will be at home waiting for you. At this point, you are just spoiling us with all these hugs and kisses.” You finished your sentence with a laugh, which also made Chris laugh, above you. When you looked up, you saw he had glistering eyes, and a smile so perfect. The only thing you wanted was the best for him, just like he wanted for you.
“Yeah, I get it. I’m sorry that I seem so overprotective, but I can’t help it. I wanted this life for so long, and now I have it. I don’t want to be without you guys, ever. I’m sorry that I seemed to be clingy these last couple of months. Just the thought of something happening to you or the baby is the worst scenario to ever exist.”
With your hormones being everywhere, any type of comment Chris made about you and the baby being so important to him, sounded like most emotional poet to your ears and you couldn’t help yourself but cry.
“Oh honey, noooooo. Don’t cry please. You’re gonna make me cry.” He took you in for a bear hug while he gave your head a few kisses.
“You’re just the best husband, the best father and the best friend any woman would've asked for. Thank you for being here and looking out for us. The baby and I love you and appreciate everything you do for us.”
“Love you guys more.”
2K notes · View notes
alltoowelltom · 2 years
Text
Who'd You Rather
Tumblr media
tom holland x reader
summary: if there's one thing Ellen is known for, it's exposing secret relationships
a/n: this was written so quickly and not proof-read. also, i picked Ellen because if anyone would do this, it would be her lol
✧・゚: ✧・゚:✧・゚: ✧・゚:
July 2019
"So Y/N, are you currently dating anyone?" asks Ellen, taking a sip from her mug.
You shake your head.
"Not currently, no."
Ellen nods.
"Well, please don't worry anymore. We're going to help you find someone in a little game we like to call Who'd You Rather?"
"Oh God," you laugh, twisting slightly in your seat to glare at your manager for agreeing to this who laughed and poked her tongue out at you.
"So all you need to do is look at the photos I show you and pick between these two options, alright?"
"Okay, if you insist." you roll your eyes, facing the large screen.
"I do. So to start off, Timothee Chalamet or Dylan O'Brien?"
"Oh, wow," you laugh. "Starting off strong. Well, I was an absolute hoe for Maze Runner when it came out so I have to pick Dylan. Plus, I know Timothee better so it would be kinda awkward if I chose him."
The picture of Timothee fades away and is replaced by a new photo.
"Dylan O'Brien or Harry Styles?"
"Harry fucking Styles." you say without hesitation and the audience cheers. Ellen nods.
"Harry Styles or Florence Pugh?"
You bury your head in your hands.
"How could you ask me that, Ellen? That's like asking someone to pick between cookie dough and mint chip ice cream! Impossible."
Ellen mimes tapping at her watch and tuts at you.
"Time's ticking, Y/N. Make your choice."
You sigh.
"It's absolutely Florence then. Sorry, Harry."
"Florence pugh or Chris Evans?" Ellen asks.
"Flo."
Ellen's eyes gleam as she quickly reads the next pair of names, rubbing her hands together in a comically evil fashion.
"Florence Pugh or Tom Holland?"
You slide down on your chair, laughing and covering your face with your hands.
"Ellen!" you shriek. "I've just come off my second movie co-starring with Tom and he's literally my best friend. You can't ask me this!"
Ellen grins.
"Florence Pugh or Tom Holland?" she repeats.
You pout at the camera.
"Flo, I am so sorry. Please still be my friend. I pick Tom."
The crowd roars in approval and you wave a hand at them, laughing.
"Shhhh, guys."
"Tom Holland or Jake Gyllenhaal?" asks Ellen.
"Tom Holland."
"Tom Holland or Hailee Steinfeld?"
"Tom Holland."
"Tom Holland or Niall Horan?"
You hesitate, biting your lip as Tom's frozen grin stares down at you from the photo.
"I…fuck. Tom?" you say, almost as a question.
"So it's Tom?" Ellen grins. "Speak now or forever hold your peace."
You nod, sitting up straight and crossing your legs.
"It's Tom."
Ellen stares straight into the camera as an assistant signals an upcoming ad break. She rests one hand on your shoulder as she addresses the audience.
"Tom Holland, you'd better act quickly. Y/N is currently sitting by her phone, waiting for your call. Don't mess this up."
✧・゚: ✧・゚:✧・゚: ✧・゚:
April 2021
You relax into the plush cushion of the chair on Ellen's set once again. You are paying attention, sort of. You nod and laugh in all the right places, offering stories and jokes when needed but your mind is miles away. Ellen can pick up on this and she shifts in her seat.
"Y/N." she says, holding eye contact. "Can I have your phone please?"
Your eyes widen as you reach into the pocket of your oversized blazer, following her request and placing the unlocked device in Ellen's waiting hand.
"I wonder," she says out loud, "who we can get to answer your call?"
"Oh God," you laugh, covering your face. "If no one picks up I'll be so embarrassed."
"The Watermelon Man?" Ellen questions, reading off of the screen. "Shall we call the Watermelon Man, whoever that is?"
You cover your face, laughing.
"Jesus. If Harry Styles doesn't pick up I think I'll throw myself off a cliff."
The phone rings three times before a voice rings out from a noisy background.
"Y/N! How are you?" laughs Harry. "This is a surprise, I have to admit."
"Harry!" you call out, before he can say anything else. "Ellen's hijacked my phone and started ringing people, I'm so sorry."
"Oh, she has?" Harry asks mischievously. "I'll make sure not to mention anything about our upcoming collaboration then…" he trails off and you can practically hear him winking through the phone as he hangs up.
"That absolute fucker," you laugh, rolling your eyes at his spoiler as Ellen is already scrolling through your contacts list again.
"Oh!" she exclaims, eyes bright. "Y/N, I thought you told us you weren't dating anyone? May I ask who 'My Darling 💖' is?"
You freeze on the spot, mouth drying out as you blink at Ellen, desperately trying to jump start your brain into snatching the phone back. You glance over at your manager who is sat stock still, just as shocked as you are.
The phone rings five times and you breathe a sigh of relief. It's 3AM in London right now, he's not going to pick up.
Just as you've collected your heart off of the floor and smoothed your hair down, ready to make a self deprecating joke about this mystery person not picking up, there's a pause and the a collective gasp from the audience as the phone connects.
"Hello my love, is everything alright?" asks Tom in his groggy, raspy morning voice.
Ellen's jaw hits the floor so quickly you're shocked it doesn't fall off entirely.
tysm for reading! reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3
✧・゚: ✧・゚:✧・゚: ✧・゚:
part 2
5K notes · View notes
imyourbratzdoll · 2 years
Text
Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.
I’d like to thank @junipermuses - @royalsweetteaa - @st3rgirl - @foreverenchantingchrisevans for all of their help with creating my first kinktober and their putting up with me annoying them with it💗 and an extra thanks to @foreverenchantingchrisevans for making my kinktober sign💗
Tumblr media
🌸𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓-𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑!🌸
🔞𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊/18+ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊. 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆! 𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐎 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 18 𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄!🔞
𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐋𝐋, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑.
𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓.
-
🌸𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 1🌸:
-
3rd 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑜𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉
ft cop boyfriend steve rogers x girlfriend reader.
dry humping and praising
-
5th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒷𝑒𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒹 
ft jock jake wyler x naive reader.
glory hole and corruption/innocence
-
7th 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒻𝒶𝓌𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 
ft roommate colin shea x roommate reader.
voyeurism
-
9th 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 
ft sheriff lee bodecker x criminal reader.
face-fucking and cum eating
-
🌷𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 2🌷:
-
10th 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝒶𝓏𝑒𝒹 
ft tutor jake jensen x student reader.
cream pie and breeding kink
-
12th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒 
ft step-dad johnny storm x step-daughter reader.
exhibitionism
-
14th 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌 
ft neighbour lloyd hansen x neighbour reader.
dubcon
-
16th 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 
ft boyfriend chris evans and his best friend sebastian stan x girlfriend reader.
sharing kink and cuckolding
-
🍄𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 3🍄:
-
17th 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓅𝑒𝓉𝒶𝓁 
ft camboy ransom drysdale x camgirl reader.
spanking and being recorded
-
19th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒 
ft best friend’s brother curtis everett x inexperienced reader.
somnophilia
-
21st 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 
ft coach lance tucker x assistant coach reader.
overstimulation and semi-public sex
-
23rd 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒸𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 
ft doctor steve kemp x patient reader.
dacryphilia and knife kink
-
💗𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 4💗:
-
24th 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎𝒹𝑜𝓁𝓁 
ft boss bucky barnes x co-worker reader.
fingerfucking
-
26th 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 
ft caregiver frank adler x babysitter reader.
cockwarming
-
28th 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓎 
ft lawyer andy barber x naive reader.
daddy kink and thigh riding
-
30th 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒶𝓁𝑒 
ft were-bear ari levinson x fairy reader.
monsterfucking, public sex and sex pollen
-
31st 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘 - 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓌𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈 
ft daddies ari levinson, nomad steve rogers, curtis everett. their best friends bucky barnes and andy barber and reader’s teacher jake jensen x little student reader.
group sex, begging, voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sir kink, semi-public sex, fingerfucking, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, sharing kink, cum eating, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, nipple play, spit kink, hair pulling, squirting, deep throating, cock and ball worship, cuckolding, aftercare, being recorded and teasing
this fic is dedicated to @junipermuses without her, it wouldn’t exist💗
-
31st 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 2 - 𝓁𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂
ft stepdad steve rogers, step-uncle bucky barnes, stepbrother jake jensen and his best friend johnny storm x naive reader.
voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sharing kink, fingerfucking, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, hair pulling, deep throating, cock and ball worship, aftercare, exhibitionism and teasing
also this one @junipermuses 💗
-
31st 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 3 - 𝒶𝓅𝒽𝓇𝑜𝒹𝒾𝓉𝑒
ft stepdad steve rogers, step-uncle bucky barnes, stepbrother jake jensen, his best friend johnny storm, neighbours ari levinson, andy barber and their brothers curtis everett and frank adler x naive reader.
voyeurism, degradation, praising, daddy kink, sharing kink, cuckolding, fingerfucking, group sex, facefucking, overstimulation, spanking, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral sex, hair pulling, deep throating, cock and ball worship, cum eating, aftercare, teasing, spit kink, semi-public sex, begging and exhibitionism
and this being part 2 of lavender dreams, dedicated to @junipermuses 💗
Tumblr media
2K notes · View notes
toastedkiwi · 2 years
Text
Assistant/Ex-Assistant!Reader? Sailor!Reader/Military/Ex-Military!Reader?
21 notes · View notes
time-for-a-lullaby · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
NOT MY FACE TURNING BRIGHT RED AFTER WRITING THIS LMFAO
*warning NSFW*
Tumblr media
139 notes · View notes
h0unds-of-h3ll · 2 years
Text
Chris Evans has no right looking so fucking fine with a stache and in loafers. I said what I said.
145 notes · View notes
Text
Cruel Summer Chapter 1 (Chris Evans x Actress/Singer!Reader)
Tumblr media Tumblr media
(Okay, So Ive been away for a hot minute. And I've been through quite a bit. But I got inspired to write this and I hope yall love it!! Couple of things. 1.) Taylor Swift doesnt exist in this series, the reader is like taylor swift! 2) dont come for me, I've been chewing on this idea for a few months now lol. 3.) Im almost done with chapter 1 of My Alpha, I know I've gotten some messages about that!! Also, half way through chapter 2 of Midnight rain ;) Enjoy! Let me know your thoughts on this!! love you guys!!!)
Thoughts? Suggestions? General opinion wanted here!!!!!
You’d be delusional to think that he wanted anything more than hookups with you. Being a movie star was hard enough to make a “normal” life ...falling in love with your co-star though...that made everything even worse. That’s what led you to becoming a world famous pop star, releasing smash hit after smash hit. Your smile; when up on that stage, tens of thousands of fans screaming your songs as you sang them, standing ovations, tears of happiness, excitement, thrill, it all made that heartache ease just a little bit. But not all the way. 
“Tonight is a HUGE night, I can’t believe you’re going to announce another album. I’m in awe, really I am.” Your mom said, grabbing your shoulders and looking at you in the mirror of the room you were currently using backstage. “Mom, thanks so much for traveling with me during this tour. It means so much to me.” you smiled softly at her, “especially after everything I’ve been through recently. Wanna know the surprise songs tonight? Or just be surprised like everyone else?” you asked with a soft laugh. 
Your mom and dad were your biggest and best fans you could have ever asked for. Even during the worst time of your life, you’d had your parents support when changing careers. “Awe, let me be surprised like everyone else dear. Your cue is up….come on,” she gave you a big hug and kissed your cheek. “You’re going to be amazing, just like every other night” she beamed before walking out of your dressing room. 
You stared in the mirror, touching up your red lipstick before turning around and walking out. Your bejeweled bodysuit in the colors of your most favorite album you’d put out, pinks and blues. You smiled at the stage crew and everyone working behind the scenes as you walked with your assistant. “Another great sold out crowd out there, the VIP tent is dead center, lots of celebrities are here tonight too.” She smiled before you walked away standing on your mark. 
Listening to the entrance music you’d had custom made, caused the memories to flood your mind. 
You looked over at him grinning as you both reached for a piece of popcorn. “Soooo I thought you wanted to do something else when you asked me to come to your hotel room 10:30 at night.” you smirked as he laughed, throwing his head back. “While yes, I’d love to do that too….I figured it would be nice to watch a movie or two, enjoy a snack and relax together too. I ordered some wine and chocolate covered strawberries too.” he said leaning closer to you, as you bit your lip leaning into him, letting his lips brush yours. The next thing you knew, he had you pinned to the bed, popcorn littering the floor as he kissed down your neck, slowly pushing your shirt off and attacking your chest. 
“Ready? Have fun!!” Your assistant shouted over the music and screaming fans as the platform started to bring you up from under the stage. You plastered a grin on your lips and got in your stance with your mic. 
The moment your back up dancers pulled back the large fabric fans to reveal you, you began to sing one of your songs. The roar of screams, cheers and cries erupted throughout the entire stadium as you came into sight for everyone. The platform continued to rise as you sang, smiling at everyone. 
“It's you and me, that's my whole world
They whisper in the hallway, "She's a bad, bad girl"
Oh, I just thought you should know (you should know)
It's you and me, there's nothing like this (like this)
Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince (okay)
We're so sad, we paint the town blue (paint it blue)
Voted most likely to run away with you.” 
The music ended as everyone cheered even louder and you laughed softly, the platform lowering back to the mainstage level; you grinned as the next song began instantly. You loved performing for a crowd, they never made you feel like you weren’t worth the love and attention. You strut toward the front of the stage, beginning to sing the bridge, along with the crowd, when a sight almost threw you off your performance. He stood there in the VIP tent with a cold beer in one hand, his other arm around the shoulders of a petite brunette. 
“I'm drunk in the back of the car
And I cried like a baby coming home from the bar (oh)
Said, "I'm fine, " but it wasn't true
I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you
And I snuck in through the garden gate
Every night that summer just to seal my fate (oh)
And I screamed for whatever it's worth
"I love you, " ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?
He looks up grinning like a devil” 
You belt out the bridge, the crowd screaming louder toward the end. You tried to not to look at the VIP tent, the urge to see him again, standing there happy with some other girl, you danced around, happily grinning at the crowd, encouraging them to sing along. You finally took a break, smiling wide as everyone clapped and cheered. “Hi!” you said cheerfully. “My name is Y/N and welcome to The Eras Tour,” you grinned as the stadium erupted again. 
“I just want to say thank you to everyone who is here tonight and I hope that I don’t disappoint. I usually perform only two surprise songs a night, however, I’m feeling…fun tonight, so I want to add another song to the list for you all. It’s one that I don't usually perform live. But, I hope you enjoy it.” you smiled as the platform rose and you looked around, the soft jazz music starting as loud cheers erupted. You couldn't stop the smile that landed on your face as you began to sing. 
“We were crazy to think
Crazy to think that this could work
Remember how I said I'd die for you?
We were stupid to jump
In the ocean separating us
Remember how I'd fly to you?
And I can't talk to you when you're like this
Staring out the window like I'm not your favorite town
I'm New York City
I still do it for you, babe
They all warned us about times like this
They say the road gets hard and you get lost when you're led by blind faith
Blind faith” 
You smiled looking around, your eyes landed on him again, he had a look in his eyes, just like how he used to look at you, hunger and desperation for your touch. You put your lips back up to the microphone and made eye contact with him again. 
“But we might just get away with it
Religion's in your lips
Even if it's a false god
We'd still worship
We might just get away with it
The altar is my hips
Even if it's a false god
We'd still worship this love
We'd still worship this love
We'd still worship this love
I know heaven's a thing
I go there when you touch me
Honey hell is when I fight with you” 
You didn’t mean to stare for so long, but the way he looked at you, watching your body move. You wanted to jump off stage and run into his arms again, kissing him, telling him how in love with him you still were, even after the three years that had passed. You felt a tightness in your chest when the girl turned and kissed his neck, and began to dance with him. 
You finished the song not soon after and took a small bow as everyone screamed out. You stood still smiling as the platform began to lower, before diving off to get changed. “I need a minute,” you said as your assistant came up to you. She looked slightly confused as they began to help you into your next outfit. How were you going to continue this concert with him staring at you? You didn’t think you could do it honestly. 
“I can’t believe you changed the set list, We’re going to have to cut one of the surprise songs.” You looked at her. “No we can’t but we are changing them tonight.” you said as they did up the back of your dress. “What?! Why!” she gasped. “Chris is here,” you said looking at her as her face fell. “With some girl.” she sighed putting a hand on her head “Jesus fucking Christ……okay. Tell me what you need.” you looked at her again as tears filled your eyes. “I need a fucking minute.” you grabbed the new mic rushing off.
235 notes · View notes
f10werfae · 2 years
Text
Sugar Baby Love
Tumblr media
Pairing: CEO!Rich!Chris Evans x !Reader
Summary: Finally getting their relationship sorted out leads to a hot night filled with passionate lovemaking, !Dad!Chris at the end?! Major family man vibes xoxo !Fluffy smut!
Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate
Possible continuation: Just like Daddy
Warnings: Spit play, mentions of anal, fingering, clit stimulation, obviously sex, oral, spanking (slightly), a tiny argument but that’s it
- Requests are open!
Likes, Comments and Re-blogs are appreciated♥️
Full Masterlist🌟
Chris Evans Masterlist✨
Taglist Form💫
︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵
(Y/n's P.O.V)
You could say Chris and I's relationship dynamic was a bit of a weird one. It all started when he saw me as an intern at his company under his assistant, if you asked me I thought he absolutely hated my guts. Then within months he had asked me to work under him, basically as his secretary, although one he would eat lunch with and sleep with? Slowly but surely it turned into a relationship where he’d spoil the crap out of me, as long as I spent personal time with him. Call it a sugar baby relationship? I’m not sure.
The help was definitely welcomed considering I was still at the ripe age of 25, and to have this 35 year old giving me a house and everything I needed? I was not one to complain about that.
With him I get what I want, when I want.
“Come on baby, tell your king what you want” He cooed, stroking my cheek with his thumb, his other hand focused on parking his car into his driveway.
“You picked me up too early from the party, I was still enjoyin myself” I pouted fiddling with the hem of my baby blue mini dress, hearing him sigh before unbuckling his seat belt. “you know the rules princess, i’m yours and you’re mine. Safe to say you were not actin like it, now were you?” He said in a knowing tone, bending over to my side, his lips inches away from mine as I shook my head no.
“And what do you have to say for yourself?” He said leaning back, flicking his wrist to fix the massive watch on his wrist, acting dismissively. “M'sorry” I murmured knowing damn well I was in the wrong, tears brimming my eyes know I had hurt his feelings. He had done so much for me and I couldn’t even respect his one wish, it was one dance with one guy I had dated before.
“I know you are baby, it’s okay I forgive ya. I know you love me dearly” He chuckled, leaning down to place a precious kiss onto my cheek, his hand caressing my thigh affectionately. “You love me yeah? Don’t you gorgeous girl?” He coaxed, nuzzling his nose against my neck, his tongue licking a strip up to my ear.
“mm I do love you Chris, I promise” I whimpered, his hands dipping up my skirt and fiddling with the thin middle section of my thong, his fingers basically playing with my folds.
“Good cause you know I love you even more hun” He breathed out, sitting upright, and while pulling his fingers out from under my skirt he pulled the elastic along with him. Letting the thong slap back onto my swollen clit, a jolt passing through my body causing him to hum deeply. “Get out of the car, and wait for me inside babe” He commanded suddenly serious, I knew what this meant.
Not questioning him I rushed out of his car and opened his front door with the spare key I had. Kneeling down I waited and within seconds a big golden fluffy dog hoisted itself into my arms, giving me kisses and licks all over my face.
“Oh Dodger boy I missed you, my tiny baby” I cooed massaging both his hears, when I heard those same dress shoes clicking on the floor behind me. Chris stood in front of me, his hand offered out for me to hold to get up. I gingerly took his hand, his fingers knitting perfectly with mine, bringing it up to his lips for a quick kiss he led us towards the staircase. Both of us waving a little goodbye to Dodger for the meantime.
“What are we doing Chrissy?” I asked quietly, lowkey freaked out by his unbroken silence as he pushed the door open and closed it with his foot. Lightly pushing me into our bedroom he took off his suit jacket, and headed straight into the bathroom where I saw him turn on the tap for the three person bathtub we had set up so we could relax together. These past 9 months, I guess you could say we got accustomed to living together, even if our relationship had no labels on it.
“Do you really wanna be with me Y/n?” He questioned facing away from me, unbuckling his belt and shimmying off his work trousers.
“Of course I do, what kinda question is that?”
“Do you see yourself with me, married” He questioned stopping his actions, his arms swinging loosely by his side.
“Yes”
I answered confidently, knowing I would never let this man go, doesn’t matter how hard he tries to shrug me off. He is mine and I am his.
“Ok good, because I can only see myself marrying you. I love you” I heard him say, his voice now shakier than before.
“Ya promise?” I teased, copying his words from earlier, watching as he turned around and told me off with the raise of an eyebrow instantly making me shut up.
“You wanna join me for a bath?” He quirked, his hands already pulling up the hem of my dress over my head, not even waiting to know my answer because he already knew it as a yes.
Letting me undo his tie and unbutton his shirt, we walked towards the bathroom with him getting in first so I could lay against him. “Do you actually love me?” I asked, my head against the sound of his beating heart, awaiting his answer I softly stroked his happy trail down his stomach which slowly led to under the water.
“At the start of us, I didn’t know what we were but I never expected any of this. No doubt I was convinced i’d be confined to just sexual relationships for life, but you changed it Y/n. I fell so hard within the first few weeks, that these past 8 months have been complete torture not being able to officially call you mine. I know you don’t want me for money, you treat me like a human being, you love and care for me even when you don’t need to” He said softly, his finger absentmindedly trailing up and down my arm slowly.
“What about you, do ya actually love this old man?” He joked.
“Shut up you’re not old. I am in love with you Chris Evans and even if I wanted to stop loving you, my heart wouldn’t allow it. It belongs to you now, so don’t you dare break it” I threatened feeling his chuckle vibrate through his chest beneath me.
“I wouldn’t even dream of it sweet girl” He said now a whisper, our comfortable silence accompanied by the sound of the water breaking.
His hand went under the water, shadowing around the area of my thighs before I felt his finger on my clit. Rubbing slow circles, I felt him leave hot open mouthed kisses onto my shoulder, small mewls leaving my mouth the harsher he went.
“You sound so cute princess, all for me to see and hear yeah?”
Nodding my head slowly I felt his fingers separate my folds and spreading them apart, one of his fingers now entering my wet cavern. His palm now taking over the duty of stimulating my red swollen clit, my body jerking under the water as he held me flushed against his body.
“Jus relax doll, i’m here to take care of ya, all jus for you” His voice sounding sexy as hell, he thrusted his fingers in and out of my hole rapidly, his palm wasting no time at rubbing my clit with no abandon.
“Chris baby, I-I think i’m gonna”
“Let loose baby, let it all out for me baby” He whispered right against the shell of my ear, his teeth gritted together as he went even faster on my lower half, screams erupting me as I came
“f-f- FUCK” I exclaimed feeling my legs shake and go numb after that orgasm, Chris' fingers now giving my clit slow circles to let me ride out my high. “You did so good for me baby” He cooed his arms now wrapped around my torso holding me up against his wet body. Tilting my head to the side his lips melted onto mine, his fingers now teasing my hardened nipples.
“Let’s get into some clothes babe” He whispered parting from my lips, picking me up with him and out of the bath.
(In the Bedroom)
I watched as Chris got settled into bed in his birthday suit, something we did after some hot steamy sex, he always claimed he wanted to feel me even closer. Not feeling satisfied enough after tonight I was at the foot of the bed and decided to dive under the blanket and crawl up towards him.
“What are you doing you little minx” He laughed peeking at me from above the blanket, watching closely as I took his cock in my hands and spit on it. Giving his red bulbous head a passionate kiss before taking him whole in my mouth. Feeling each of his veins under my tongue as I took him as deep as I could, his arms flipping the blanket, down putting us both out in the open.
“Fahk I love your mouth babe, making your man feel all good, you love doin that dont ya?” He growled grabbing my hair into a makeshift pony as I moaned on his cock as a reply to his statement. Pulling away from his cock I took his balls into my mouth, jerking his cock off with my hand as I licked and kissed them. His mouth sending out deep breaths and curses as if they were money bills.
“Fuck baby you still want that Birkin bag? I’ll get you whatever the fuck you want after this”
Feeling his cock twitch in my hands, I immediately sat up to squat over his cock, his hands going to hold onto my ass cheeks. Both of us moaning out when I lowered myself onto his cock, his balls bottoming out into me, his pubic hair scratching onto my sensitive clit.
“Go on babe, bounce on my cock like you always do, like the slut you are” He moaned out gripping onto my hips to help me move at a steady rhythm, his head moving up to suckle onto one of my nipples. His tongue moving rapidly around the sensitive bud as I bounced helplessly up and down.
“Fuck baby, I love your dick” I moaned out uncontrollably, with both the stimulation on my clit and nipples I felt pure ecstasy rippling through my body, spanks being sent consistently to my ass.
“Baby you’re so sexy God I can’t believe you’re all mine”
“Well you best believe it babe, cause this is all yours to have whenever you want” I moaned out again, squealing when I felt him turn me over so I was now underneath him. This man’s strength is unbelievable. Not even giving me a second to breathe he started pummel driving his cock into me, his head dipping down
“Stick out your fucking tongue” Looking at him confused I stuck out my tongue shyly, watching his eyes cloud with lust. He took my tongue into his mouth sucking on it wildly, his spit dribbled into my mouth due to his assault on my tongue.
“God you taste divine, now play with your wet clit while I fuck you” He growled, my hand going onto my clit rubbing in different directions, my swollen pussy burning in the best way possible.
His balls slapping my ass every time he thrusted into me. “Maybe I should play with your ass next time, you’d love that wouldn’t you?” He teased as I nodded, his finger rubbing over my asshole before returning back to my clit.
“Look at this baby, this is all ours” He said grabbing my chin to make me look down, a string of cum connecting both of our centres where we meet, due to how wet we had both gotten. “You’re so dirty Chris” I whimpered out, his hand holding onto my wrist to circle my clit faster, my teeth biting hard into my bottom lip.
“Want me to spit on you babe? like the whore you are, wan' me to make you all nice n' wet?”
“Mhm yes please” I whimpered out, nodding enthusiastically as I held my tongue out once again, his spit flying into my mouth and lips. Bringing his head down he pushed his tongue into my mouth and explored my mouth rapidly. His tongue darting along with mine trying to taste every inch of me,
“I love you so much” He moaned out into the kiss interlacing our hands together by my head, his cum spilling into me as I came with him. My legs buckling around his waist as I pulled him closer to me, his face hidden in my neck, both of us breathing deeply.
“I love you too babe, so much” I whispered bringing him for one last kiss, before he turned to the side and brought me up against him.
“That was amazing Chrissy” I whispered looking up to see his flushed red face, his eyes closed.
“You okay hun?” I asked sitting up to check on him,
“i’m doing amazingly baby, with you by my side. Jus never let me go please” He whispered his face leaning against mine,
“I would never Chris. Never”
(5 Years later)
(Chris' P.O.V)
“Papa can I ask you something?” I heard my four year old ask shyly, her pink unicorn pyjamas still dragging over body because they were too bit. But hey she wanted them.
“Mhm what is it sweet-pea” I asked bringing her onto my lap, closing my work laptop and letting her cuddle into my chest.
“Can I have money?” She asked chirpily, her ponytail bouncing away crazily, her big blue eyes she got from me looking absolutely adorable.
“Money for what?”
“Me n mama wanna go buy toys for Zizi” She replied cutely, talking about herself in third person, Zizi was short for Zamira a beautiful name we had found out about while on vacation that just stuck with us.
“Yeah you tell him baby” I heard my lovely wife say walking into the room, her beautiful silk robe clad body immediately catching my attention this early in the morning. She immediately took residence on my lap as she took Zamira into her arms.
“What typa toys you gonna get baby?”
“uhh Unicorns n barbies n mama wants a bubkin”
“that was our secret zizi!” Y/n said shushing Zamira jokingly, watching as Zamira gasped covering her mouth cutely. “Well if you wanted a birkin gorgeous , all you had to do was ask” I said hugging them both close to my body, placing a quick but passionate kiss onto my wife’s head, smiling as I felt her body relax into me.
“Okay here y’all go now shoo” I said giving her a batch of hundred dollar bills from my wallet, before I felt Zizi run off with my wallet
“GO ZIZI GET IN THE CAR, WE'LL GET CHANGED IN THERE” I heard Y/n shout running behind Zamira with my money in tow, Zizi running as fast as her little feet would take her, “IM GOING MAMA”
“AT LEAST BUY ME SUMTHIN BABE”
“I GOTCHU BABE” I heard her shout already walking out the front door, making me shake my head while smiling to myself. This is my dream.
————
Taglist Tags (Form is up there^^): @mrspeacem1nusone @thereisa8ella @seren-a-ity @patzammit @pandaxnienke
1K notes · View notes
Note
drabble idea: Loki coming in when you’re completely booked & busy & stressed, and placing your coffee order on your desk. Only thing is you don’t remember ever telling him your order 🥹🫠
“Coffee, Black” 
Summary: In the midst of the busiest time of the year for work, a little kindness goes a long way, even when coming from unexpected places.
Pairing: Loki x F!Reader Content Warning: none, just some fluff Word Count: 1.5k
Tumblr media Tumblr media
“Yes, dammit, I said the GOLD napkins! Stark says silver is tacky! No, I don’t know what tacky means! Do I look like Karamo Brown??”
You could barely understand English anymore. Tony Stark had set you on the warpath when his usual head event planner went into early labor and had to extend her maternity leave, leaving you, the underling, suddenly in charge of the Stark annual fundraiser’s gala. For days upon days now, you were rushing to finalize details for the big event, only thirty-six hours away now. 
You were normally a decent party planner, at least for small events like parties and showers. This was the Stark Gala. Celebrities would be there. Steve Rogers had made himself nearly sick, practicing for weeks what to say when he met Chris Evans. Rumor was that Tom Holland was planning to propose to Zendaya on the balcony and then announce it to the ballroom. The Stark Gala was THE place to be in the US every year, which meant that every year, Tony had to outdo himself somehow. 
And now it’s complete success or failure was contingent on you, whose biggest achievement only your resume was how you’d planned the Greater Scranton Area Dog Show in a week. You couldn’t even get the napkin colors right.
“Well, I’m sure the richest man on the fucking continent could afford a five-hundred-dollar upcharge for the gold ones! I mean, please!” 
The person on the other end of the line was beginning to sound like the teacher from Peanuts. Meanwhile, you were vaguely conscious of the hapless assistant Tony gave you as an aid, although he was hardly ‘aiding’ you, so much as asking you how to do even the simplest things, only adding to the chaos swimming around you. His name was Rolf Schmedike, but you’d quickly shortened his name to ‘Schmeds” to save time, even if he did protest, saying it sounded like an STD. 
“Um, Y/N?”
“Yeah, Schmeds?” 
He rolled his eyes. “What do you want me to do about the coffee bar?”
“No. Damn. Coffee. Bar.” you repeated for the third time that day. “Tony wants full table service throughout the night. He says open bars are classless. No bars. No buffets. No problems, okay?”
“Yeah, fine.” He said dimly before leaving you alone in the office. You growled after him, annoyed.
Back on the phone, the napkin people had put you on hold. You put your phone back on the hook, a loud, metallic, vaguely-annoying big band tune coming over the speakers now, making you cringe. 
Maybe I can find those wine invoices before Schmeds bothers me again about which knife goes where on the table settings…
Too late, you thought as you heard the soft steps re-enter the room. You didn’t bother turning around, this time just yelling over your shoulder, “Chrissake, Schmeds, do I have to speak in tongues to you? NO COFFEE BARS!”
Hearing no replies from him, you sighed in relief as you thumbed through a drawer, finding several bills and invoices, extracting them, and then putting them on the desk to roll around in later, when the inevitable mental breakdown hit in approximately two minutes. You reached over to where your large, black coffee sat by the phone, fresh and piping hot, quickly picking it up and taking a precious sip of the hot liquid, letting its warmth revitalize you before putting it down and turning back to the file cabinet. 
Wait a  damn minute…
You hadn’t gotten coffee this morning. You’d been too busy. 
You paused, gaslighting yourself and trying to pinpoint the moment your mind obviously blocked out: when you’d ordered something, because you’d just absentmindedly taken a sip of your usual, perfectly brewed the specific way you liked it. Oh my god, I’m going insane already…
“I do hope I was correct in recalling that you liked it that way. Flavored salted caramel, nothing else in it, specifically from that little bodega on fifty-ninth street.”
You finally noticed that it wasn’t Schmeds in the doorway, but Loki. Your cheeks immediately went hot as you looked down submissively, a little flustered at the grinning god leaning in your doorway, looking proud of himself. For the most part, the administrators in Stark Tower who’d trained you had insisted that fraternizing with the Avengers was off-limits. They were superheroes! Why would they have any time for “the little people”? 
“It…you were,” was all you managed to say softly. 
Loki smiled, taking that as his signal to come inside. “I apologize for startling you. I assure you, I meant no harm.”
“No harm? This is exactly how I like it,” you said, picking up the cup and taking another sip, being sure to savor the hot, life-sustaining drink this time. “But…I always get my own. How did you--?”
Your new friend grinned wider, mischievously, and you took a reflexive step back. “You read my mind? Without asking?”
Loki pursed his lips playfully, observing how you looked half-apprehensive, half-turned on. “Oh, I get the feeling that if I were to do such a thing, it wouldn’t exactly be visions of hot coffee in your mind right now.”
Woooooord.
You were never able to observe the Avengers close-up, other than Tony, your boss, and occasionally Bruce Banner, who preferred handing you different documents to be filed himself. Loki was the first one of the team who’d given you the pleasure of his direct attention, and it was already becoming a pleasure. You were already drinking in how tight his suit was, how his hair was beautifully tousled about his face, how his teeth were a work of supernatural art. 
And he’d brought you coffee. 
“I…well…uh…”
“Perhaps we could start with a ‘thank you’?” he suggested. “You seem to be slightly at a loss for words, dear.”
You nodded quickly, taking another sip. “Thank you, Mr. Lau--Laufeys--”
He shook his head and put a hand up. “Loki is all I require.” 
You finally mustered a smile and grateful nod. “Thank you, Loki.”
“And for your information, as much as I would love to penetrate your mind and fill it with tempting thoughts of myself, I did not read your mind without your permission,” he explained. “Your underling out there…the little man…he let it slip in conversation.” 
You wanted to know why your drink preferences were the topic of discussion around the water cooler without your knowledge, but it was so easy to be distracted again as Loki closed the gap between you, eventually leaving a few mere inches between you. 
“Why would you care about me and my coffee?” you asked. “We’ve never met.”
Loki shrugged. “Sometimes even I can’t explain my madness,” he mused with a wink. “Or perhaps I had a motive in mind that only you could satisfy.”
You felt your cheeks go hot as you looked into his eyes. “Um…uh…and that is…?”
“My brother is going to this gala event with that scientist he is so fond of, Jane,” Loki explained. “The others all have escorts, and Stark doesn’t want me to be the only one unspoken for at the event. He said something about rich bastards liking symmetry.” 
You giggled. “That sounds like him.” 
“Therefore, consider the drink an offering,” he continued. “Out of all of the eligible people in these offices, you’re the only one who is worthy of my arm, so would you give me the privilege of being my companion to the soiree tomorrow?” 
You smiled warmly. “Well, while I still have no idea why you;ve set your sights on me, I suppose I could indulge you for one evening.” 
Loki smiled, this time bringing up a hand, as if to place it on your cheek, but he stopped himself, stepping back instead, leaving you slightly disappointed. “Perhaps I should save the best for later,” he said, turning to go. “I’ll leave you to your work now, but I will be here at 6 tomorrow evening if you can be ready then.” 
You nodded. “Yes, Mr….Loki.”
Loki purred. “Mr. Loki,” he chuckled. “Perhaps I’ll let you call me that in bed one day…” he said before smoothly making his exit. 
Taking another sip of coffee, your mind immediately switched gears. Work? Work?! What was this ‘work’??
The hold music cut off, and the static dregs of a woman’s voice replaced it. “Hello? Hello?” You mindlessly picked up the receiver and hung up, ending the call. 
Who had time for napkins? You had a dress to find!
Tumblr media
@lokischambermaid @lokisgoodgirl @mischief2sarawr @holdmytesseract @fictive-sl0th @mochie85 @joyful-enchantress @silverfire475 @trickster-maiden
368 notes · View notes