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imyourbratzdoll · 8 months

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𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒓’𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒏

hello, I want to thank @foxyprincessworld for inspiring me to write this.

connected to fairytale

summary - it has been a while since meeting ari in the woods, and while he goes out to gather food for you two, you manage to get yourself stuck.

warning - smut, inter-species, tiny fairy, stuck, slight fingering, creampie.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

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

Ari had gone out to gather some berries and vegetables from your little garden outside the cabin, ensuring you’d be stocked up for the rapidly approaching winter. While he was out picking, you were fluttering around the house, ensuring things were clean and neat. Since you met Ari that fateful night, becoming his partner, the cabin also became your home.

You had been cleaning all day in your human form, making sure you could cut the cleaning time in half with your size before finding a spot that no large thing could reach. You wave your hand, allowing your magic to dance over you and shrink you into your fairy form. You fly over to the area, noticing through the small hole that it has become dirty. You knew Ari didn’t care about these things, but you did. So, you began to clean, softly groaning as you kept missing a few spots, pulling yourself further into the tiny hole, your hips catching onto the sides. You wiggle, huffing when you realise that you are stuck. “Oh no… I do hope Ari gets back soon.” You let out a cute little sneeze as the dust tickles your nose.

Ari grins at the basket in his hands, loving that it’s filled to the brim and that he can show you what he’s managed to gather. He heads into the cabin, setting down the basket on the table and then looks around confused, wondering where you are as you usually came to greet him. “Fairy? Bear here!” He grunts, scrunching his nose. “Little Fairy?!” Ari begins to walk deeper into the house, becoming worried that something may have happened to you.

“I’m here, Bear. I’m okay. I’m just stuck...” You sigh and allow magic to flow through you, appearing before your man.

Ari stares at the bright ball, following it as it slowly leads him to where you are stuck. The ball disappears when Ari stops where you are, and his eyes widen. “Oh, Fairy! How?” He can’t deny that his cock twitches when his eyes land on your exposed arse, your dress lifted from wiggling. “Stuck?” You still weren’t able to teach him how to speak proper sentences, but you found it endearing with his short answers. Knowing he tries so hard, his face always scrunches up, trying to find the right things to say, and the thing you love most about him is even though it becomes hard for him sometimes, he never gives up.

“Yeah, Bear. I’m stuck, and my magic cannot get me out of this one.” You pout, not noticing that the more you wiggle, the more that becomes exposed, causing the giant bear behind you to become aroused. “Could you please help me?”

Ari nods, too preoccupied with how your arse jiggles and your sweet honey pot glistens. He licks his lips at the thought of honey and how delicious you taste. “Help after,” Ari growls out, quickly ridding himself free from his pants and gripping his thick, monstrous cock. He begins to stroke it, grunting as pre-cum leaks from his angry tip.

“What? Ari, what do you mean after? Bear?” He ignores you, too lost in his mind now. You softly squeak as his finger connects with your dripping cunt. You now understand what is happening and allow your magic to wash over you. “You can enter, Bear.” You whimper when he pushes his thick finger inside, stretching you and curling it, ensuring you are wet enough to take him.

“Okay?”

“Okay.” Your head falls forward as he pulls his finger out and replaces it with his member. His tip stretches you wide as Ari pushes in. “Oh, god…” He rests his hands against the wood, fucking into you harder and faster, enjoying how your tight walls squeeze him.

“Not god.” Ari growls, fucking into you harder. “I Bear!” Your tiny body rocks back and forth, and your eyes roll back as the pleasure intensifies. Your walls pulsate like crazy around Ari, causing a groan to slip out. “My Fairy!” Your arousal builds, leaking alongside his thick base, coating him and creating a white creamy ring. “So pretty and tiny.” He hums, staring down at your stretched-out cunt with a dazed look, entranced by how hot it looks.

Your fingers curl, nails digging into your palm. “B–bear! I’m going to–” You cut yourself off with a strangled moan. Your vision becomes white as your walls squeeze around him, and your juices squirt out of you. You fall limp, exhaustion hitting you. Ari continues to thrust into you, throwing his head back as his balls tighten, cock twitching. He releases thick amounts of cum into you, coating your walls.

Once Ari empties himself, his cock softens, and he slowly pulls out of you. “Bear, help now.” He grumbles, wiping off the sweat on his forehead before punching the wood, snapping it enough to rip it away and pull you out of the tiny hole. He lies you on the palm of his hand, looking down at you with a soft look, “Fairy, okay?”

You snuggle into his palm, looking up at him with a sleepy smile. “I’m okay, Bear. Thank you.” You give him a soft tap and sigh as he moves you to the chair. Your hand waves, and you feel your body slowly grow, allowing you to become human-sized. You stretch, kissing Ari’s palm as he rests it on your cheek. “How did your picking go, Bear?”

The smile on his face makes you think he’d be able to brighten up a room with how bright and gorgeous it is. Ari quickly moves over to the basket and brings it back to you, showing you the many things he picked. You smile, eyes dancing around the many different colours. “You did wonderful, Bear! I could maybe make some soup for dinner and a pie for dessert.” You slowly stand, legs feeling like jelly.

Ari places the basket back down and pulls you into him by the hips. He looks down at you with such love and adoration, like he cannot believe he has you in his life. “Bear love Fairy… S–so much.” He wraps an arm around your waist while his hand cups your cheek, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss on your lips. “Pretty Fairy.”

You smile, eyes becoming clouded with love. “I love you too, Bear, so much. My big handsome bear.” Your hand rests flat on his chest, and the other cups his cheek, stroking the soft beard underneath before moving up to scratch between his cute bear ears. “Why don’t you get some rest? You’ve been working so hard lately.” Your lashes flutter as you continue to stare up at him. “I’ll prepare dinner, okay?”

Ari shakes his head, huffing. He peppers kisses against your face, smiling at how beautiful you look. “I help.”

That night you and Ari make dinner, and as that is cooking, he helps you prepare dessert. You couldn’t have wished for anything better. He’d wrap you in his arms as you made the food before pulling you over to the couch, holding you against him while you both waited for dinner. Your hand rested against your stomach, knowing that when you finally told the news to Ari, he would be so happy. You’d finally have everything you had ever wished for.

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aalyssah · 1 year

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Missing Snacks

Pairing: Chris Evans x Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 750

Summary: Chris' snacks kept getting missing band there's only one person who knows what happened.

A/N: I thought this would be cute. Hope You Enjoy!

Ever since you've gotten pregnant, Chris, his snacks have been missing. Every time he buys something, within the next morning, they're gone and he has asked you, but you don't know.

Chris sighed, walking into his house with a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos in hand. He was craving some Doritos, so that's exactly what he bought.

He bought those for one reason and that was to catch you in the act because there's no one else, but you and him in the house and when he's gone, who else could've eaten them?

He put the bags on the kitchen counter, before walking over to you who was on the living room couch. "Hey babygirl." He kissed your lips, pushing your hair back.

He got on his knees and kissed the 6 month old baby bump. "Hey there, little man. How were you for momma?" He rubbed the bump, while you laughed, watching him interact with the baby.

You rubbed your bump, shaking your head. "He was good, but he's been kicking all day. I guess he missed daddy." Chris couldn't hide the smile from his face, loving to come home to this. "How I can't wait to come home to the real thing!” He placed one more kiss before going upstairs to what you assumed to take change into his pajamas.

He shortly came down, instantly going to the kitchen. At first, you didn't think anything of it, until you heard wrapping crumbling together. Then you hear the sound of a bag being opened. You shot up, as fast as you could and waddled your way to Chris.

You saw him seconds away from sticking his hand in the bag. You tried grabbing it, but he pulled back. "Uh, uh, no ma'am, these are mine." He shoved the chips in his mouth, moaning at the taste. "They taste so good!" You, on the other hand, had a pout on your face to show him how much you envy him right now.

You stood with your arms crossed and your head turned to the side. "You're being so mean to me and the baby." Chris laughed, shaking his head and putting another chip in his mouth. "You and the baby will be fine . It's not like y'all haven't eaten enough on my snacks."

You looked at him, 'offended', putting a hand over your heart. "Hey, I told you that wasn't me!" Chris muttered something under his breath before gently picking you up and taking you to the bedroom. He helped you get comfy in bed and turned on your favorite show.

He's been working, so hard with his movies lately and all he wants to do is sleep next to you. He leaned over to you and kissed your forehead. "Good night baby, 1." He then kissed the baby bump. "Good night baby 2." You two shared a laugh before he turned in his side and 'fell asleep.'

It's been about 2 hours when you woke up to the urge of feeling hungry. Your stomach growled loudly through the room with the TV still on your show. You slowly got out of bed, trying to make sure you didn't wake up Chris and walked downstairs. You knew from experience, not to step on the floor boards that squeak, so you didn't get caught.

You made your way to the chips before doing a little dance. You gently opened the bag, trying to be quiet and took a chip out. As soon as you were about to put the chip in your mouth, the clearing of a throat caught you. You froze, turning your body around only to be met with your husband Chris.

A smile grew on his face as he looked at you. “I knew it!” He pointed at you, who was standing there chip in the air, close to your mouth. You put your hand behind your back. “W-what are you talking about?”

Chris pranced his way to you, pulling your hands from behind your back. “This.” He leaned down and took a bite of the chip. “You're the reason why my snacks are gone.” You shook your head, denying. “No, it was the baby!” You said, pointing at the baby bump.

Chris laughed, picking you up and walking up to the stair, but you stopped him. “Wait!” He paused, before letting you take the back of chips off the counter.

“We gotta keep them upstairs with us, just to make sure we don’t have any more missing snacks.”

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 1 month

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Can u give me a short drabble of CE smut? Anything I'd like but damn I am in need of him right now it's killing me 😩

10 Minutes » Chris Evans

Pairings: Boyfriend!Chris Evans x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Y/N visits Chris on set which results in a quickie.

Warnings: Smut (18+), language, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, unprotected sex, praise kink, use of pet names

A/N: Thank you for requesting @cevansbaby-dove 🩵

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

You and Chris were all over each other the second the door to his trailer closed. Clothes were taken off and thrown in different directions. Chris picked you up and gently laid you on the couch. He hovered over you, leaning down to kiss along your collarbones and chest, his teeth nipping at your skin to leave some hickeys behind.

“Chris…” You breathed. “We only have 10 minutes.” You say, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of his beard scratching across your skin.

“We have enough time, baby. Remember the times I made you to cum in 5 minutes? I’m gonna do it again.” Chris says, smirking against your chest.

Chris’s hand found it’s way to your pussy that was practically dripping. You gasped when his fingers rubbed in between your folds. You involuntarily spread your legs wider.

“Chris, please!” You whined. “Fuck me!” You begged.

Chris chuckles at your neediness. He lined his hard cock at your tight entrance, sliding it inside of you, making the both of you moan. His thrusts started off slow, but quickened. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, locking your ankles behind his back. Usually Chris would take his time with you, but you two only had 10 minutes before he had to go back to work so he did what he had to do. Fucking you fast which you love.

“Chris…” You moaned, digging your nails in his back.

Your moans was like music to his ears and encouraged him to move faster. One of his hands found it’s way to your clit, rubbing it in fast circles causing your cunt to clench around his cock.

“Fuck…” Chris moans.

His other hand tightened it’s grip on your hip. A loud moan of his name left your lips when his cock hit your sweet spot. You two could care less if anyone outside of the trailer heard you guys.

“That’s it, baby. Moan my name. Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good.” He says huskily.

Your orgasm began to build up the more his cock hit your sweet spot and his fingers rubbed your clit. You arched your back in pleasure, your chest touching his.

“Chris, I- oh fuck!” You moaned, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head.

“I know you’re close, sweetheart. Give it to me.” He says panting.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and a loud moan left your lips as you came. Chris wasn’t too far behind you. After a few thrusts, he came inside of you. His thrusts came to a slow stop. He laid on top of you, being careful not to crush you. He kissed you hungrily before grabbing his phone to check the time.

“Not that I keep track, but we beat a record. We have 5 minutes to spare.” Chris says smirking.

You couldn’t help but laugh. You two kissed one more time before he pulled out of you and got dressed.

“Are you coming to my hotel room tonight?” You asked, putting your shirt on.

“You already know the answer to that, sweetheart.” Chris says, kissing you.

💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

-Bucky’s Doll

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sweetsbfreex · 2 years

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the couch

pairings: chris evans x wife!reader

warnings: none! fluff

You're cuddled up to your husband in the dimly lit room entertaining yourself in another episode of Modern Family. Your cheek is pressed against Chris’ chest and his arm wraps around you as his palm rubs up and down your arm . You look up at his perfect face and kiss him.

“Goodnight, I’m gonna go sleep on the couch.” You say as you untangle yourself.

He sits up urgently watching as you pick up your pillow. You stifle your laugh at the way his eyes widen, and his mouth makes a cute o.

“What? Why? Did I do something?” He rapidly fires the questions.

“No, I just want to sleep on the couch tonight.”

“Well why do you want to sleep on the couch?”

“I don’t know, I wanna be alone.”

His eyebrows knit together, “What did I do? Is it because of my snoring?” He shuffles over taking a hand in his.

“No, honey.”

“Well I’ve clearly done something? We’ve never willingly slept apart. You can be honest with me.” He speaks the last sentence so gently, taking your face within his palm.

“Nothing!” You laugh, kissing the tip of his nose.

“Well,” he sighs. “You should at least take the bed; I’ll sleep on the couch. Dodger will stay here too. No rebuttals.” He stands to gather his things for the night.

He’d hate spending a night apart when you both were within distance, but if it's what you’d wanted, he couldn’t not give in.

You can’t help but laugh at the solemn, yet cute expression on his face as he all but drags himself to get his things.

He looks at you concerned, but you ignore it as you grab his face and kiss him.

“You are so adorable, baby. You’d really let me have the bed.” You can’t help but squish his cheeks a little bit.

“Well, yeah,” he grumbles. “Does that mean we’re both sleeping in here tonight?”

“Yes, it was a prank I saw on tiktok.”

He groans and throws his head back, so your hands fall to his shoulder as he runs a hand down his face. “Thank fuck, you scared the shit out of me. Don’t do that again. Ever.”

You laugh some more, throwing your arms over his neck. “Promise I won’t”

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frostironfudge · 1 year

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Over And Over - Ari Levinson Smut

Summary: Ari Levinson is a possessive man, he'll punish you till you apologise.

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: main kink: overstimulation, smut, dom/sub dynamics, possessiveness, praise kink, mild degradation kink, nickname - princess, oral f receiving, p in v, implied multiple orgasms, cockwarming, edging, nicknames: neshama sheli - my soul, metuka - sweetie/sweetheart, MINORS DNI, not red sea diving resort compliant.

A.N: ari is a feral, feral man but i think he's an adorable bear at times, this is not one of those times.

Word Count: 1k

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The haze is muted blue, sloshing of waters echoes in your mind, gaze unfocused but you feel yourself at the edge. A burning, numbing feeling creeps along your spine.

In a sense of deja vu you reckon, there is a distant sound of pleasure, followed by a choked sob. The buzzing stops, you sigh in relief. For what? Your mind searches through the haze.

“Oh sweetheart, too much?” Ari’s deep timber hums, your gaze moves from the swirls on the ceiling to the darkened almost blackened blue of his irises.

The sloshing returns in tandem with the deep strokes of his fingers, Ari reignites the flame and your mouth only knows to whimper and moan for him your thighs try to close. He only laughs at your feeble attempt to keep him away from what is his and his only.

“Oh sweet baby, you can’t keep my hands away from this greedy cunt. Come on now, give me my fifth orgasm. Come for me. I know you’re so close. Look at this filthy mess of your thighs and the sheets.” Ari croons, his voice both punishment and salvation the coil snaps, your walls spasm around his fingers pulling them back in because you can’t tolerate feeling empty. Its what landed you in trouble the first place.

“Look at all of this, mess of my hand, my thigh, my beard. All thats left is my cock. You want it don’t you, my little filthy, pretty slut.” Ari pinches you clit making you cry out.

“Please Ari—,” the sensitivity begins, even the soft satin of the sheets is brushing over your skin in bruising kisses. Aftershocks push through your form. Tears pooling in your eyes.

Ari’s lips trace over your collar bone, beard brushing over your flesh. His lips wrap around your nipples, sucking on the nub, he repeats the same to the other.

“Please what sweetness? Didn’t you want this? Sent me all those filthy little pictures.” Ari’s teeth graze around your nipple, the peaks hardened aching for attention, this fingers toy with the other.

“Ari, Ari, Ari—,” your hands find respite; his biceps, your nails dig in, Ari bites down on your nipple. He hisses you preen. Body keeping your limbs apart. The hard planes of his abdomen flush against your puffy core.

“How many more? Got me aching for your cunt. But what was it you said?” He wonders, grabbing your face. Eyes intently looking int yours.

“I’ll give you everything you want metuka, you know this, don’t you.” He promises, your hips raise against your will, clit brushing against the trimmed hair, “Greedy little girl. So perfect.”

Ari brushes his knuckles over your cheeks.

“You know what you have to say metuka this punishment will end.” His patience is wearing thin, he needs the apology from you. You can’t even remember.

“Oh, is little baby cock drunk? Can’t remember what she said? Lets see if your favourite vib—,”

“No,” you grasp his hand, “Need you, Ari.” You bite your lip but he only smirks.

“Metuka, I need you too, but you complained about finding someone else to keep you coming and full. Now, Four on the vibrator when I left the room and one on my fingers, one of my thigh, see just two more out of the eight. For the number of times you took his name while touching yourself and sending me a fucking video.” Ari growls, you whimper.

Warmth engulfs your nipple, you feel yourself grow slicker. Ari’s tongue swirls as he sucks upon the nub, fingers giving the other attention, he keeps switching. Every touch amplified, your stomach tightens.

Clit pulsing for attention, you arch in his unrelenting grip. Just as you’re at the edge he stops, he slips out of your grasp, you’re about to complain.

His mouth sucks on your aching clit. Tongue swirling around the bud. You moan, head pressing into the pillow, his beard rubs deliciously against the puffy lips.

Your broken sounds urging him onward, stomach tightening then he slows.

Your tongue acts on its own accord, your mind desperate for release, “Ari I’m sorry, please, please—oh,” you choke on your words a scream ripped from your throat as he fills you to the brim, the stretch burns so deliciously.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Ari hums appreciative, “Metuka, fuck,” he grunts, hips begin to snap and the tendrils retirn, his thick veiny cock hitting that spot as though he placed it right where his tip curves. Your legs spread wide one on his shoulder, his hand wrapped around your throat.

You cum undone, a whine escaping your lips.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, little filthy girl, creaming ovver my cock, fuck cunt’s sucking me in. You’re gonna milk my cock aren’t you? Pretty little slut.” His pace picks up, you only know Ari’s name it is music to his ears.

Urging him on he can feel himself close he takes his palm away from your thigh. Calloused fingers rub at your clit.

Your body spasms as do your walks, Ari groans your name as he spilled inside you. You moan voice cut off by his lips on yours as your final orgasm takes over.

Ari watches you, enamoured by your arousal snd his pooling at the base of his cock. Love-bites he left ob your tits glowing with the sheen of sweat that covers your delicious skin.

He manoeuvres you sideways, cock sliding back inside you as he pulls you to his chest pressing kisses to your neck and shoulder.

Your whimper as he shifts inside you.

“Have to keep you full, Metuka. You begged for it, I’m not done, that was just your punishment. Did so well for me.” He praises, hands running over you softly.

You nod, turning to capture his lips with yours, Ari hums, “Need to have you marked with my cum, tasting like me as well.”

“Ari.” You huff tired.

“In time Metuka.” He chuckles, kissing your cheek.

“I love you, neshama sheli.” Ari confesses against your shoulder.

“As I love you, neshama sheli.” Your fingers run through his hair.

-x-

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onsunnyside · 1 year

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:･ﾟ➴ 𝐈𝐧 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭: 𝐈𝐈𝐈

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Chris Evans x short!reader

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

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

𝗪/𝗖 | 4.38K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

One comment, in particular, catches your attention.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your please daddy is barely audible.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I accepted it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shake your head stubbornly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He also loved being a dick about it too.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Praying for Y/N and her 🐱.’

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

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

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

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

“And whose fault is that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He posted that video after you fell asleep.

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

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

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

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

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Coming home to you.

Pairing:Dad!Chris Evans X Mom!reader

Warnings: Fluffy stuff with a bit of smut in it.

Chris was in Washington with His friend Mark for an ASP meeting in the white house. he was tired from being away from you and your three kids, Emma, Lauren and Alex.

Note:this is all in your Pov.

I was cleaning up the kitchen when chris calls me.

I pick up sayng. "Hello My love" I hear him say. "Hey baby how are things there?"

I look at the girls petting dodger. "good the girls are with dodger and Alex is napping, are you okay? You sound tired."

I sit at the counter and chris sighs. "I'm exhausted if i'm being honest"

I watch the girls as I say to chris. "I'm sorry babe when will you be back?"

"Uh should be home later around 4 pm"

"okay works for us here"

Chris says. "good, i had fun working but it's alot ya know...then i had people come and ask me to sign stuff for them"

I can't help but smile. "Aww poor evans maybe you should get home and just relax, i can help you relax with something if you want"

"Noted Mrs Evans...i can't wait to see you i know it's been only two days but it feels like weeks without you with me and i hate that feeling"

I smile more. "Chris i'm going to cry" I laugh again. "Sorry"

he sighs. "It's okay love are the kids to much on ya?" I smile. "No lisa came over to help for a bit all good."

I then yawn. "Sorry i have been up since five am today, Alex started crying around then"

Chris laughs softly making my heart beat faster I always loved hearing him laugh second best thing from his Boston accent.

"I should let you go back to work I love you Chris see you later"

"I love you too, give a hug to the girls for me see you in a bit"

I smile and hang up and Emma and Lauren walk over to you. "Mommy we want Popsicle pleaseeee" Emma said giving me her best puppy eyes.

I kiss the tops of their heads. "In a few girls ok?" Emma pouts and Lauren says. "Now?"

"not now girls come on we have to clean up your toys, daddy will be back in a few hours"

Emma jumps around. 'Daddy come home!! yay!!" Lauren jumps with her sister "daddy daddy!"

I giggle. "Okay hey girls toys come on" the girls and i pick up the living room and make the girls their snack.

Later the day I have Alex in my arms as the girls color in their books. I watch them and then hear the front door open.

Chris walks in his suit and he says. "hello?"

He walks around into the living room and Emma looks at him and gasps. "Daddy"

She stands up and chris sits on the ground wrapping his arms around her. 'Hey Emmy" She hugs him saying. "issed you"

"I missed you too princess." Chris looks at Lauren and she says. "draw?"

Chris smiles. "whatca girls drawing?" he looks at them and sees cards for him saying 'welcome home daddy we missed you'

"aww oh that's so sweet girls thank you!" He kisses their heads and I smile. "they missed you more then you missed them i think"

He smiles at me. "i'm going to go change i'll be right back" he stands up and walks over to me and kisses my lips softly. he then says in my ear. "I missed your lips too".

Later that night.

Chris and i were on the couch with my head on his shoulder. the kids were down for the night and that left chris and i to enjoy each other.

"So Misses Evans what should we do now?"I look up at him. 'Hmm i would love you if you'd kiss me like you did when you got back" he smiles. "i don't ever mind kissing you"

Chris places a soft yet loving kiss on my lips. I smile and pull away saying. "should we um...take this somewhere else?"

Chris grins standing up and picking me up throwing you over his shoulder.

"Chris!!" he walks into the bedroom and sets me on your back on the bed and says. "Now what should i do now?" I giggle. "Oh? im a the dom tonight??"

He looked at me with that sexy smirk on his face and said "if you want". He started kissing my neck making me moan. "Hey hey bubs who's in control?" He looks into my eyes. "Me cus i haven't had you for two days"

I grin. "oooo do i feel a dom?"

"Always Misses Evans" He kisses my neck again.

He gently took my clothes off interrupting our long hookup session. I opened his belt as he took off his white and tight shirt that enhanced all of his muscles and his veins. We were now both naked and the most vulnerable and intimate we could be.

As I sat there naked he took a minute to look at me up and down "Damn. You're so fine Misses Evans".

I stand up and turn him around. "sit down"

I pushed him on the bed and climbed on his lap. He started kissing my chest and I couldn't help moaning his name "mhh Chris".

He was so turned on by that. He grabbed me by the thighs, stood up while holding me and still kissing me.

He put me down on the bed, went on top of me while still kissing my chest.

I tap his arm once telling him to stop. He looks at me and I look at chris and takes his glasses off. "As much as i love you in them they might get in the way"

I set them down by our bed and chris says. "you love them don't you?' I smile looking at him. "it's a huge turn on" he grins and kisses my neck. "glad you think so"

He kept going down till my hips and worked his way in between my legs.

I could feel his tongue and his beard against my things and it was amazing, kinda itchy but amazing.

I sucked in air sharply through my teeth, and lifted my hips towards his face.

He pulls away looking up at me making me frown. "fucking tease evans"

He smiles "This is what you want, huh? Want me to take a little taste wifey?"

he goes back to licking me.

"Hmm chris that feels...good" I said as i run my hand through his hair tugging lightly on it.

"God, yes. Please don't stop." I pleaded. fuck this man knew how to turn me on everyday.

He dipped his tongue back between my folds, and swirled it over my clit. This was going to be torture.

"hmm" I said making my eyes roll in the back of my head. Chris stops and goes back to my face looking at me. "Hi Handsome" I said with a giggle.

He sat up between my legs, lightly running his finger up and down my folds. "hmm"

He knelt there waiting, rubbing the length of his cock up and down. He took my ankle in one hand and kissed it, grazing his teeth over my skin.

I shivered with the anticipation of what was coming, but he just left me waiting.

"Chris please..." i said moaning.

"Please, what?" He asked quite nonchalantly. I couldn't believe he was doing this.

How could he have been going down on me for so long and then just sit there waiting for me to beg him to fuck me? I knew why he loved seeing me beg for him to ruin me.

He plunged into me. My whole body clenched. I pushed against his shoulders with my feet, raising my hips off the bed, allowing me to penetrate me as deeply as was possible with each thrust.

With my left hand I began squeezing my breast, and with my right I worked my clit.

And in no time an orgasm had pooled in my stomach waiting for release.

I had to brace myself against the headboard as he fucked me. My whole body came apart around him as my orgasm crashed down on me for the second time today.

I arched against him, clenching around his cock. I screamed his name until he kisses me as he came. Emptying inside of me, his cock pulsing deep in my core.

He pulls away panting. "The kids need to sleep wifey" he kissed my cheeks.

Chris rolls off of me panting still. I turn and cuddle on him. "are you alright?"

He holds his hand up giving me thumbs up. "yea" I kiss his cheek. "Welcome home Chris, we missed you."

We fall asleep in each others arms.

The next day i wake up and look and don't see chris there. I sit up and see it's almost eight..shit!

i jump out of bed and change into a white dress and put my shoes on.

I walk downstairs and see chris with the girls and i walk in and hear Emma Laughing as chris tickles her. I shake my head with a smile. Chris has been the best father i could ever ask for this family.

I walk in. "hey your three" I walk over and kiss chris and hear Lauren say. "eww!!"

I turn and place my hand on chris's chest. "whats ew for?" She giggles and chris says. "she doesn't even know"

I turn and grab my coffee that chris already made and take a sip. "so how long have they been up?"

i asked looking at chris. He says. "they came out here a little after 7" i nod and say. "well they need a nap by two then"

Emma says. "no naps mommy!" Chris looks at her. "Emmy be nice and do as mommy says ok?" She frowns. "okayyy"

I look at chris with a smile I am so glad he's back home he makes this house feel like a home.

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imyourbratzdoll · 3 months

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Hi baby! Could i please request soft smut with nomad!Steve x reader ^_^

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summary - you have some soft sex with the bearded super solider.

warning - smut, creampie.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips (deactivated)

Your back arches, arms clutching Steve as he buries his cock inside of you, thrusting in and out slow but hard. You stare up at him with hazed eyes, the sight of his beard causes you to clench around his thick cock. “That’s a good girl, am I making you feel good, huh?” Steve leans down, covering your whole body with his, his minty breath hitting your face as he speaks in a low growl.

You whine, nails digging into him as you nod, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Y–yes… make me feel so good!” You feel yourself pulsate around him, Steve is so large and beefy yet he holds you so gently as he fucks into you.

Steve grunts, burying his face into your neck, kissing and sucking it. His beard rubs against the sensitive part of your neck, sending tingles through your body and down to your cunt. He pulls your body even closer, grabbing a pillow and placing it under your hips. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he buries even deeper inside of you, reaching places that only he could ever reach. “You’re going to cum for me, doll.” He grips your chin gently, staring into your eyes.

You whimper, staring at him as your cunt clenches and unclenches, pornagraphic moans escape you as your juices flow out, coating his thick member. “S–Steve!!!”

He groans, gripping onto you harder as he rams into you, trying to keep his slow pace, wanting to continue to feel your walls squeezing him before his tip twitches and balls tighten, thick ropes of cum spurt out of his mushroom tip, coating your walls. He leans down, breathing out as he places soft kisses along your flesh. “Good girl, always my good girl.”

You moan, feeling him harden inside you again. This time you know he won’t be so gentle.

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 24 days

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Chrissy looks tired darling...give him cuddles.

I would give him so many cuddles🥺 we can do anything he wants, even if it’s laying on the couch and watching movies all night🩵

Let me write a little something…

You walked in the living to see Chris tiredly. You sat down next to him, placing a hand on his arm.

“You ok, baby?” You asked.

“Yea, sweetheart. I’m just tired.” Chris says, rubbing a hand over his face.

“I know you have to learn these lines, but that’s enough reading for tonight.” You say, taking the script from his hand and put it on the coffee table.

“You’re probably right.” He sighs, slouching back on the couch. “I’m so tired I can’t think straight.” He says.

“We can cuddle and watch movies if you want.” You suggested.

“I like the sound of that.” Chris smiles, giving you a kiss on your lips.

You two got comfortable on the couch with a blanket and a movie playing on the TV. Chris fell asleep halfway through the movie and you fell asleep a few minutes later.

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sweetsbfreex · 2 years

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toot.

Summary: your three=year-old joins Chris in his workout

Warnings: none!

Pairings: husband/dad!chris evans x reader

The pitter-patter of tiny feet against the extortionate floor hits your ears before the sound of a soft, cherub voice.

“Mommy?” Evelyn calls out.

“I’m in here, honey.” You answer from the living-room, placing your book on your lap.

She walks through, clad in a boxy patriot baby tee, her pampers, and pink socks. Evidently, it’s a very chill day in the Evans household. Beside her, her Mickey Mouse stuffie drags along the floor.

“Hi mommy,” she waves her little hand as she comes closer.

“Hi sweet pea. Is your cartoon all finished?”

She nods a yes.

You go to respond, but she speaks first. You can tell a thought has popped into her mind with the way her eyes widen.

“Where daddy?” She looks around the room as she asks. His snuggly, strong figure is nowhere in sight, only his mug from earlier.

“He’s working out in the gym downstairs.”

“Okay!” She turns swiftly, making her way to the basement.

Evelyn makes her way to the basement, down the steps carefully, with one hand clasped around the railing at all times. She walks into the expansive room filled with everything you need to exercise. It always makes it easier for days like this, where you or Chris can workout at home. Or have his personal trainer meet him there.

“Daddy?” Evelyn calls out.

Chris is in a prone position, his body supported on his palms and toes of his shoes. His chain clinks against the mat. With his biceps bulging and face glossed with sweat; Chris doesn’t hear the sound of his name until two pink socks stand in his view.

Chris sits up and pulls his earbuds out.

“You alright, honey?”

“Hi daddy,” she waves.

“Hi honey” he smiles and chuckles.

“What are you doing?” She asks and slightly tilts her head to the side.

Chris tilts his head too, as a quip. “Working out, so I'm all healthy, and can fight all the bad guys.”

“Me too!”

“You want to be healthy too?”

“No, fight bad guys.”

Of course, Chris thinks to himself.

“C’mere my brave girl.” Chris grasps her by her sides, tickling her protruding tummy as she squirms in his hold. “We’re gonna start with pushups. So you gotta get on the floor like this..”

She listens intently, but struggles, of course. But that was what her father’s support was for. In the end, she ends up with her butt in the air, unable to get her body flat like her father. But she pushes up and down on her arm, smiling up at Chris.

“I do it!” She laughs.

“Look at you, you’re gonna beat all the bad guys’ butts.”

He pats her diaper bottom before getting into position so he can continue. They workout side-by-side. A toddler and her father, the imagery almost ridiculous in the juxtaposition between the two.

It only takes one set of ten push-ups, before he feels small hands on his back and a little grunt of her trying to lift her body onto him. So he drops his body into a plank, on his knuckles. And she plops herself on her father’s back, gleefully and giggly.

“Ready?”

“Ready!” But it’s all muddled since her filled cheek is flat against his back. Her arms hanging against the side of his body, feet laid out straight, and her Mickey Mouse stuffy is left behind on the floor.

He pushes up and down, slowly, cautious as not to disrupt her too much. But she could care less as she laughs, at some point wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Daddy strong!”

“He has to be,” he answers with a laugh. “How else am I gonna protect you and mom, hm?”

“Dodger.” She answers seriously.

“That’s true,” he rasps, his breath picking up as he continues to chat and workout.

Some time passes before he gets close to the ground again. “Ride over.” He jokes.

His toddler slides off his back to stand next to him

“Are you ready for the next part?” He asks.

“Yeah!” She claps her hands together and jumps in excitement.

Chris walks over to the rack of dumbbells. He picks up the set of fifty and one five pound dumbbells. He sets the smallest in front of her and holds his in each hand.

“We’re just gonna lift some weights.”

Chris knows there’s no way his three-year-old would be able to lift the dumbbell, but she’s as stubborn as a mule and wants to be involved in every shape and form of her parents’ lives. While Chris does his bicep curls, he cherishes the way his little one stares at the dumbbell for a little too long, then peeks up at him in question.

“You got it,” he encourages, a lopsided smile on his lips.

So she goes for it.

She uses both her small hands to grasp the handle. She tries with all her little might, a small squeak past her lips represents her efforts…

Toot.

“Oops.” She stands to her full height, an innocent look masking her face accompanied by an embarrassed grin.

“You toot?” Chris asks in hysterics.

“Wasn’t me,” she crosses her arms over her chest. “Dodger!”

Chris can’t help but lean back as laughter takes over his body. She’s precious, he thinks to himself. Taking in her distraught face, puffed out cheeks, and furrowed eyebrows.

“Not me, daddy!”

“Okay, okay,” he drops the dumbbells to pick up her upset figure. “You don’t gotta be embarrassed,” he dotes and kisses her cheek.

It’s three in the afternoon before you know it. Chris always finishes his workout by three, so by this time you go to the gym with a strawberry coconut protein milkshake— and a strawberry shake in your other hand, since presumably Eve had joined her father.

You walk into the sound of a familiar, deep laugh which brings an immediate smile to your face. And heat on your cheeks at the sight of a post-workout Chris.

“Hi,” You greet the two as you walk in.

“Look who’s here,” Chris turns towards you and wraps an arm around your waist to pull you closer. “Hi,” his eyes brighten at the sight of you and he pulls you in for a chaste kiss.

“Hi, mommy,” Evelyn recovers quickly, a bright smile on her face as she waves.

“Hi, honey.” You kiss her cheek. “Did you have fun working out with dad?”

“Yes.”

You hold up both cups (one smaller and decorated with Bluey). Chris grabs Eve’s cup and hands it to her before grabbing his. He takes a sip, always looking forward to his wife’s smoothies. They’re always the perfect consistency and garnished with whatever fruit she has used.

With your hand free, it naturally falls to the nape of Chris’ neck. Your fingers running through his soft locks.

Eve is quick to take a sip, a milk mustache left behind her in haste.

“What do we say?” Chris reminds her.

“Thanks, mommy!”

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Of course. Anything for my babies,” you squish their cheeks in jest.

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frostironfudge · 2 years

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Pretty Princess - Andy Barber (Smut)

Summary: Andy Barber gets jealous when he presumes you shared a room with one of his associates. Also this isn't defending jacob compliant, i haven't watched the show I'm just a fan of Mr. Barber.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, dom/sub dynamics, possessiveness, slight dark andy, praise kink, nickname - princess, cum play, oral f and m receiving, p in v, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, beard kink?.

A.N: I fully blame @elle14-blog1 for filling my mind with andy filth so here is lawyer daddy Barber for everyone, (well i almost put the daddy kink in it but i'm still not sure about writing it, its a me block i'm working up the courage) let me know what you all think! Also is anyone else feral for him and mr. Levinson?

Word Count: 1.8k

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Something is amiss, you think as your eyes fall on the clock that reads two a.m., there is a source of warmth to your left which wasn’t present as you decided to tuck in for the night.

The warmth hums, large hands running up your sides.

“How was it? Sharing a room with him?” He murmurs, his voice has an edge. The one you’ve heard countless times in the courtroom and during one on one negotiations.

“An-Andy?” You manage to squeak out, when he pulls you closer, shifting so he’d be hovering above you.

The sleeves of his white shirt are rolled till his elbows, the top three buttons undone and you can see the inviting skin of his chest. His woodsy scent has you wanting to be pressed up against him.

“Why the innocent little eyes, princess? Didn’t think I would know? I sent you for work and what did you do with him? How dare you even think to share what is mine.” He raises a brow, blue only a thin rim around his pupils.

Your thighs squeeze, but his own limbs keep you spread apart, the thin material of your sleep shorts bloom with the warmth of him flush against you.

“Look at you, do you know you call out for me in your sleep?” His nose brushes along your jawline, chest rumbles deeply. His hips shift forward and your clit pulses in response.

“Andy, I didn’t sleep—,” You want to tell him nothing happened. That you went to a different motel because you weren’t comfortable sharing a room with Ari.

He tuts, “Sweet, sweet, girl. I’m going to ruin you for everyone else.” He promises, placing open mouth kisses along your neck, tongue swirling over your shirt your nipples harden for him.

You cry out as he bites down upon the pebbled flesh. Your hips arch, pressing against his crotch. Andy hums in approval.

“Feel what you do to me princess? Achingly hard, the times I’ve used my hand wishing it was your soft, tight warm cunt or that troublesome mouth of yours, fuck.” Andy grinds against you, your fingers tighten their grip in his hair.

“Andy,” You beg, for more, you need to feel more.

“What is it princess?” He groans rutting against you harder.

“Need, need you more.” You mewl, he sits back on his knees, hair tousled, eyes watching you.

Your eyes fall to his tongue licking his lips, he breaths in deep a smirk widening on his lips.

You feel yourself clench around nothing.

“Strip for me princess.” He instructs, you prop yourself against the headboard, undoing the buttons of the silk shirt, Andy’s hedonistic blue eyes rake over the newly exposed skin.

Licking his lips he grabs the waist band of your shorts in his teeth, dragging it down your hips. Large palms tap at your thighs, you lift your hips to help him take the fabric off of you.

You hiss at the cold air, nipples hardening.

“Look at that achingly sweet cunt begging for me, isn’t she?” Andy blows over the heated flesh, a whimper escapes your lips.

“Andy, please—,” your words cut off into a moan as his tongue swirls around your clit. He sucks upon the aching flesh, you can feel his beard brushing over your folds being coated with your arousal as he devours you.

He hums in approval and you preen, fingers finding his hair and tugging him closer. Large hands grip your hips anchoring you to the bed, his tongue moves over your folds.

Andy places soft kisses to the flesh of your thighs, edging you away from the orgasm he was building.

“Please.” You whimper, he blows on your clit again. Cold against heated flesh, one hand moves from your hips, his middle finger knuckle deep inside of you.

“So tight. Think you can take me, princess?” Andy taunts, wet squelches of his movement ring over his words.

“Clenching around me? Hmm, of course you can take me, pussy was made for my cock only right?” His lips latch onto your clit, two fingers are stretching you out, tracing over your walls.

Your stomach tightens, Andy, Andy, Andy consumes your every thought.

“That’s right, Princess. You’re only going to say my name, only remember my name, and pray it all night long.” Andy grins, licking his lips, fingers thrusting at a relentless pace and tongue flicking over your clit.

You cum shuddering against his mouth, the burn of his beard against your flesh. Through the aftershocks he doesn’t relent, lapping up your release, giving hums of approval that have you still drip for him.

Andy pulls away, through hooded eyes you look at him. Gone is his shirt and pants, length straining against his boxers.

“Aw, Princess can’t stay without getting wet for me? Look at you making a mess.” Andy teases, palms wrapping around your ankles and sliding you to the edge of the bed.

“Andy, fuck me, please.” You request, his greedy lust fill eyes soften, thumb tracing over your jaw then bottom lip.

Your lips part as you suck the tip.

“Greedy little girl.” He chastises, the smirk on his face has you know he’s enjoying himself.

“Want my cock, Sweetheart?” His thumb is in your mouth pressing on your tongue.

Your doe like eyes look up at him, you nod.

“Only I know how filthy you really are, hiding behind those innocent little eyes.” Andy traces his thumb down your chin, neck and sternum, brushing over your nipples.

“On your knees princess. You beg so nicely and hands on my thighs. Don’t even think about touching yourself.” He warns.

Your thighs clench, sinking down on your knees you reach for the waistband of his boxers helping him out of them.

His tip covered in a sheen of precum, you lick your lips. Kissing the tip as your eyes meet his, the groan Andy gives sends a pulse to your clit, gagging slightly at his girth you slowly work your way to taking him half way.

“That’s it Princess, keep going, fuck you look so pretty like this, lips all stretched around my cock.” He praises, hands running over your hair.

You shift, trying to get some friction but nothing works, bobbing your head you try to take more of him in, tears brim over your eyes.

“Aw, is my cock too big? We’ll make it fit baby. Your sweet little pussy is going to be stretched all around my cock soon.” Andy promises, tone darkening at your muffled preen.

“Don’t you want to make me happy? That mouth feels so good.” Andy groans as you pull away then take him back in, hollowing your cheeks slightly you find a rhythm that works and the way Andy begins to swear and his grip tightening on your hair you know you’re doing a good job.

“Fuck, Princess, keep going fuck, fuck fuck.” Andy moans your name, slowly breaking your rhythm to set his own pace to fuck your mouth.

He pulls away, a thin thread spit still connecting your lips to him, “Oh Princess, get on the bed, all fours.”

You do as he says, his fingers tease your cunt,

“So fucking wet, such a good little Princess.” He praises, your hips shift back.

“Andy.” You whimper when a stinging slap is on your clit.

“Patience.” He growls, his length gathering you on him.

Slowly he pushes into you, you moan, hands shaking as you try to relax to get him inside of you.

Andy moans your name, “Tightest little pussy. Fuck—,” halfway in he pulls out. Entering you again further, you feel so full.

Andy picks a rhythm that works each time he pushes further into you, your walls flutter around his thick length.

“Look at you taking my cock so good, can feel me everywhere can’t you?” He questions you nod against the sheets too far gone to speak.

His palm wraps around your throat pulling you up, his cock brushes over the spot that has you moan loudly, head against his shoulder, palm around your neck.

Andy’s hips move relentlessly the new angle has your pussy gripping him like a vice, he moans other hand moving to circle your clit.

You begin to thrash in his hold, each thrust right over your g-spot, each circle of his fingers sending waves of pleasure through you.

You don’t know how you’re making the sounds you can distantly hear over the building roar of your orgasm.

Andy keeps praising you, praising your pussy for being so good. The stretch and burn of him so delicious you clench hard around him before giving over to the orgasm, pliant in his arms as he chases his own release.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Princess you going to milk me? You going to let me fill you up? Mark you? Yes you are—, Fucking hell.” Andy’s hips stutter you feel the warmth bloom inside you as he cums, with a loud moan of your name, his speed slows down but he still fucks you through it.

You grip his wrist when he begins to rub your clit again, sensitive but you can’t help it when he demands one more from you, he just wants to feel you cum around him.

“You can do that right, Princess? Come on oh, there it is, such a good girl fuck—,” your walls spasm around him Andy groans as your pussy milks him well for everything he’s got.

He turns you around, laying you on your back.

Andy admires as a ring of white coats the base of his cock, little streams of your mixed cum rivulet over your folds.

“Marking me, my sweet little Princess?” Andy questions meeting your gaze.

“I’m all yours sweet girl.” He nuzzles into the crook of your neck. Placing kisses over your skin.

Your pulse still thrums, his kisses helping slow it down as you bask in his affection.

Slowly he moves to retrieve a damp washcloth to clean you up. You move closer to him, Andy places soft kisses to your forehead and cheek.

“You okay there, Princess?” He chuckles when you whine only wanting to be close to him.

“Just want you.” You mumble.

“You have me Princess, only me.” He promises darkly.

Through the haze of your slumber coaxed mind, you can feel him turn you parting your thighs, mewling as he slowly pushes his cock inside you.

Arm around your waist he shushes you with a kiss to your hair.

“Relax Princess, just want to keep you full,”

You relax against him, shifting and clenching around him when he plays with your nipples, heat pools in your stomach again.

“Nice and full of me.” He chuckles as your hips move over him for more.

“My greedy little Princess, I’ll give you everything.” He assures, grasping your chin and tilting your head to kiss you full of promises.

-x-

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satellite-evans · 2 years

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Back to You

Pairing: Chris Evans x wife!reader

Summary: "Souls tend to go back to who feels like home."

Word count: 1.716 words

Warnings: Fluffff, description of anxiety ( Chris has anxiety) Let me know if I forgot something!

A/N: Hello everyone! I hope everyone is doing well. I saw Chris yesterday at the MTV award and how he didn't want to be there lmao so I wrote something about it. Hope you all love it <3

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any grammar mistakes. Requests and feedback are always welcome xxx

This is an 18+ Blog. I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Those were the only words that were going through Chris’ head right now. He couldn’t shake this feeling that he was too familiar with. He knew it all too well.

Anxiety.

No matter how old he was, or how many awards shows he went to, anxiety crept up his body and made him shake like a maniac. It felt like his whole body was on fire and no ocean in the world could put it out. He felt sweaty, like he ran 5 miles. But he was standing in the same place for 7 minutes. The way his heart was beating so fast felt so unhealthy to him, that he wanted to call 911 twice since he came to the awards show. But he couldn’t.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Chris asked himself the question why he came to these events all the time, but every question had the same answer : “Because you’re an actor, you meatball. You have to do this.”

It wasn’t the fan interactions he didn’t enjoy. No, those were his favorites, actually. It was the reporters and the news that came out the day after that freaked him out. What if he did something wrong? What if he didn’t look good enough? What if they started hating him?

Every what if question that possibly exists was keeping shooting at him while he stood there without protection. But one question kept bugging him constantly.

What if they disrespected you?

That’s where he drew the line. He might me a chicken without a head when it was about him, but for you he was a lion.

Now and then, a reporter ‘tries’ to talk about you with Chris. They tell him it must be hard for him you were not known in the celebrity world.

the truth was, it wasn’t. He actually loved that you were not known. It made Chris feel normal and warm inside. Knowing that he can come home to you, cuddle with you, watching a movie while you tell what happened at the office today. It felt cozy. Like home.

Your presence soothed him without a doubt. Hearing your laugh, seeing your smile. It made him feel comfortable.

Even on your wedding when he was shitting bricks. The moment he saw you, all the noise inside his brain went still. He only could feel his heartbeat in his ears. His heartbeat was so fast, it felt so unhealthy. But Chris didn’t want to call 911. Because if he died at that moment, he knew he would die as a lucky man.

He honestly wished you were with him right now, while he was repeating his most important script in his head.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

He could hear the crowd cheering and screaming at whatever they saw. Chris didn’t want to hear that. The only thing that he wanted to hear right now was your voice. Your sweet, angelic voice that was better cure than any medicine that he ever took in his life. You solved every problem that he had like it was an easy math problem for children. God, he needed you so badly right now. If he had the chance, he would race home and cuddle you. But he can't. He made a promise. He has to do it.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

“Okay Chris, here’s your microphone and the card where that says the winner on it, you’ll be on after they show a trailer for the Lightyear movie, alright?” He simply nodded, taking the microphone and the card from the man, waiting for his time to ‘shine’. While his eyes were on the screen, he wasn’t actually watching his trailer. He was thinking about you just before he left his LA apartment. You were on the couch, wearing his Patriots hoodie, cuddling with dodger. He kissed you on the lips a couple of times. He remembers you saying that you loved him so much. He still remembers that he felt a teardrop on his cheek. He felt so lucky at that moment that you were his wife.

“Okay, Chris, you’re on!”

With the courage that was left in his body, he walked on the stage, seeing hundreds of people cheering, screaming and clapping for him. He felt his cheeks getting warmer and smiled at the love he was getting.

“Wow, that was a fun entrance. I’m honoured and excited to share all new sides of Buzz Lightyear that I know you’re all gonna love as much as I do. Movies have the power to capture our hearts. Bringing us unforgettable characters that stay with us our entire lives. They give us heroes to cheer for and inspire us the find the hero within ourselves. Here are the nominees for best movie.”

After his speech, he took a deep breath, thanking God that he didn’t mess up and that everything went smoothly so far. He watched on the screen every movie that was nominated and hoped that one day that one of his movies would be nominated too. But that was good to be true for Chris.

“And the golden popcorn goes to…”

He opened the card and saw SPIDERMAN NO WAY HOME written on it. He was very glad that a Marvel movie won the best movie and kept in mind to send Tom Holland a text.

“Spider man No way Home!” he said with a big smile while the crowd were screaming as loud as they could. Tom appeared on the big screen, thanking everyone while Chris looked at him proudly, seeing how much he grew as an actor. After he presented the award, he went backstage and asked his manager to give his phone back, checking if you sent a message. And just like he thought, there was a new message on his phone.

Y/N💙 :

Just watched you present the award, honey. You couldn't look more handsome. I’m genuinely proud of you! I can’t wait to see you win of those bad boys yourself. And don’t say that it’s too good to be true, honey, because you are an outstanding actor. You know you are. I love you so much. You don’t have to come directly home, you can stay at the after party ( if there is one lmao) Dodger and I will be fine. Enjoy honey, you deserve it. love you 🤍🤍🤍

Chris felt his eyes watering at your words. How were you so nice all the time? There was one place in the world where he wanted to be right now. Next to you. He didn’t care about the stupid after party or getting drunk. He only cared about you. His home.

“Nick, I’m going back to Y/N. My job is done here, okay? See you later.”

His manager was shocked hearing that he won’t attend the after party.

“You sure, man? I mean, yeah, your job is done, but we can hit the after party together. I can introduce you to some people, maybe.”

“Nah man, I would rather go home.”

So that’s what he did. After saying goodbye to his manager and some friends he saw, he stepped into his car and raced home. He drove back to you.

When he entered his apartment, he saw you eating a pizza while watching the Incredibles.

“Couldn’t control those pregnancy cravings, could ya honey?”

When you turned to look at him, he saw that there was sauce all over your chin and man that made him laugh. You never looked cuter in his eyes.

“Hey, don’t talk like you don’t know your own daughter. The girl loves to eat pizza at midnight. Speaking of, honey, what are you doing here? It thought you were staying at the after party since you didn’t answer my message back.”

He sat next to you and licked all the sauce off your chin, making you giggle.

“Nah, I would rather come back to you. And my baby girl who loves to eat pizza at midnight. Plus, I’m too old for partying now. I’m at the age where I watch Disney movies while my wife shares her pizza with me.” After hearing him say that, you took the pizza box from the coffee table away from Chris.

“I don’t recall me saying that I would share with you, honey. You can order your own pizza. This is mine.”

“Really? I thought it was my daughter’s.”

You looked at him, seeing how much he was enjoying the conversation.

“ Well, yeah, but she is inside my belly, isn’t she? So I have to eat the pizza for her. I’m performing a service for your daughter here. You should be thankful.”

He was. He was so thankful that you were his wife and the mother of his child. Never in a million years would Chris think he was lucky enough to find his soulmate. But he was, and he found that soulmate in you. No matter where he goes, he would always come back, to you.

“I am thankful honey, always.”

You felt bad that you didn’t share your pizza with him, so you offered a piece.

“Honey, no, I was just kidding. You and our baby can enjoy the pizza. I just want to enjoy watching this movie while I cuddle you.”

Seeing that he was serious, you put the pizza box back on the coffee table and snuggled close to Chris. You hugged him while he put an arm around you. You took his other hand and put in on your swollen belly, stroking it with him together.

“We love you so much, Chris.” Without taking your eyes off the screen, you said those words to him with much adoration in your voice. Chris smelled your hair, put his head on yours and kept rubbing your belly.

“I love you both so much Y/N, you do not even know. You guys are my everything. The only place I want to stay at. My home.”

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