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Title: Something Blue {6}

Chris Evans x Reader

Warning: Cursing, Slow Burn, Mild Violence

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-Chris-

 She was crazy. Absolutely certifiably insane. She was so crazy that she was probably the one who invented crazy eyes. So crazy that Harley Quinn could have been her sister from another mister. She was so beautifully crazy, and he loved it. He loved it—like really, really loved it. He shouldn’t have.

 He should have sat his ass down and had a stern talk with himself about creating some distance between them or avoiding her for the rest of the week. He shouldn’t have been thinking about your eyes, or how adorable you were when you had them squeezed shut thinking he was an angel. He shouldn’t have been remembering the beauty marks that peppered your body and seemed to congregate on your breasts and between the valley of them. He shouldn’t have been thinking about the way he smiled watching you take swing after swing at Danielle’s face. He shouldn’t have been thinking about the way your waist felt with his arm wrapped around it or the way your body felt pulled against his. He really shouldn’t have been thinking about the anger he felt seeing the eyes of men roaming your half nakedness. All of these thoughts were dangerous, and he knew he should stop, cease, desist—all of it but---.

 “I mean I knew she had a killer body but damn, she has a mean rack and hot ass. I wouldn’t mind enjoying her for the week.”

 His head snapped back to the table of men a few feet away. Some he recognized and were part of the wedding party and some were unknown. Clenching his jaw, he turned back around and took up his glass bottle of beer and guzzled.

 “They say the crazy ones are the hottest wildest in bed.”

 Angling his head to the side, he cracked his neck and squeezed the bottle tighter. The hollowed sound of skin against frosted glass echoed and he focused on that fighting the urge to march over there and shut them up. It would be bad PR. He hadn’t seen you since it all went down this morning and wondered if you were hiding in your room too embarrassed to come down for dinner. Just as he thought to stand and grab a plate to bring to you, he saw you.

 You walked into the dining room head held high back straight, not an ounce of embarrassment etched on your flawless face. A smirk spread his lips as he realized you didn’t have a mark, cut, or bruise on you. It was in fact a flawless victory. Your eyes locked with his and you smiled changing direction to him. When you sat, he realized he was still standing.

 “Done already?”

 “Uh—no. I was bringing you a plate, I thought you were hiding.”

 He sat back down.

 “Hiding? Losers hide, winners take a victory lap.”

 You smiled widely and he snorted. Crazy indeed.

 “What’s so funny?”

 “I was just thinking to myself that you might be crazy.”

 You turned to him with elbows on the table, fist under your chin, and studied him, no amusement on your face or in your eyes.

 “And what do you think about that?”

 He examined you getting lost in your eyes. They almost looked to be sparkling, casting a spell. They were hypnotizing.

 “I—I think I like it.”

 Slowly you smiled then giggled and he smiled and giggled along with you before he realized what he was doing. When he did, he groaned and grabbed the third bottle of beer before him, twisted the top off and brought it to his lips.

 “Unlike my ex, you’d be the first to,” you slid out before you poured from the bottle of wine resting in the ice bucket.

 “Ah, is this the ex who told you that you couldn’t suck a dick to save your life and that you were stuck up for not swallowing?”

 A spray of wine went shooting out your mouth and into the plate before you. He couldn’t help but laugh.

 “Oh god, I so hate that I said that out loud and that you were there for it.”

 You were using your hands to shield your face from him in shame.

 “Why? Now we have no lies or false perceptions between us. I’ve probably seen you at your realest; soaking wet, mascara running, half naked, on all fours with your ass in the air and grapes on your forehead that you mistook for balls.”

 You snorted and laughed in your hands. God damnit he thought to himself, he was finding even more things that were adorable about you. This was bad. This was not what he’d expected from this week.

 “Uugh! If I recall it was me doing all the revealing. You, not so much.”

 He smirked and took another swig from his beer.

 “Ha, are you saying you want to know something revealing about me?”

 You turned to him sitting sideways on the chair and crossed your legs. “I mean, it’s only fair.”

 You took a sip from your glass and waited. His eyes dropped to your exposed thighs and took in the frilly lace at the hem of your garment. Just like that his head went back to the lace of your underwear and he had to kick himself to steer away from where his head wanted to go next.

 “Ehm.”

 “Did you just kick yourself?”

 “No—I—I felt something crawling on me.”

 You were now pinching your lips, biting back a smile. You nodded.

 “Ehm, something revealing, hmm.”

 There were so many things he could tell you, but he didn’t know what exactly.

 “Are you trying to sift through everything to find the least revealing bits?”

 A small smile spread across his lips. “No. I just don’t want to scare you off.”

 You didn’t look to believe one bit of that. He liked that you weren’t gullible or easy.

 “Okay I didn’t lose my virginity until I was practically eighteen and it lasted all of five minutes and after I ran home and told my mom all about it.”

 Your jaw dropped as you stared at him incredulously. You didn’t speak immediately, you just watched him. He could guess what you were going to say.

 “Bullshit!”

 He nodded, expecting it.

 “You’re lying.”

 “I’m not. Hand ta’ God,” he said holding his hand up for emphasis.

 “Eighteen? Wow. Chris Evans the movie star, the Avenger, eighteen?”

 “I wasn’t any of that at eighteen. I hadn’t even gone out to LA yet.”

 You said wow again and he couldn’t help but laugh.

 “Why’s it so hard to believe?”

 “Have you seen yourself? Like have you looked in the mirror? With those baby blues and that smile?”

 He smiled—okay blushed and tried to hide it behind his beer bottle as he took another sip.

 “I’m just a little surprised.”

 “I’ll take that as a compliment rather than a dig.”

 “Please do.”

 “When did you lose yours?”

 “Not a chance. You already know way too much about me.”

 He smiled and drank half his beer.

 “And you told your mom?”

 He snorted, “Everything, sang like a canary.”

 You laughed but he didn’t mind. He joined in too as the memory played back in his head. Soon, a comfortable silence spread between you for a few minutes.

 “Dude, you have no chance with her. She is out of your league,” said a voice from the table behind him. He’d tuned them out the moment he saw you.

 “Whatever man, all I have to do is catch her when she’s drinking. It’d be easy then. Get her back to my room and I’m sure she’d be wearing another pair of those lacy underwear like earlier, and you know since she has a filthy mouth she’d suck a mean dick.”

 They laughed and he knew the moment you registered they were talking about you. He watched your face, but you didn’t look to be bothered by what they were saying.

 “It’s always the girls who curse like sailors who know their way around a dick.”

 “They also know how to ride you till sunrise until your toes curl.”

 “She’s practically asking for it.”

 He’d had enough, good PR or bad PR here he came.

 “That’s it.”

 He stood and marched over before you could stop him.

 “Chris it’s fine.”

 “Hey! You wanna watch your mouth?”

 The table looked to him. A few looked star struck but the one who wouldn’t shut up didn’t look fazed.

 “Can we help you?”

 “Yeah, you can shut your filthy mouths. Is that how your mothers taught you to speak about a woman?”

 He chuckled but he was alone, everyone else at the table kept quiet. Realizing this, the ballsy idiot sighed then stood up coming to his full height that was just a few inches shy of him.

 “No body called you over here. I suggest you go back to your own table Captain America. No one’s intimidated by you here.”

 The ballsy idiot took a step toward him, but he wasn’t afraid.

 “I wouldn’t have to come over if you did what everyone wants you to do and shut the fuck up.”

 He could feel more eyes land on him.

 “Oh, I see what this is. You think by coming to her defense it’ll score you the rest of the points into her panties so you could find out firsthand if she sucks a mean dick and rides a good di--.”

 Before the idiot could finish he’d swung and knocked him on his ass. Gasps from those around rang out then the shuffling of feet. Before long, he was being held back by his friends Parker and Brandon.

 “Learn some respect. She doesn’t deserve you or anyone talking about her like that. No woman does.”

 With that, Parker and Brandon carted him away and out of the dining room. He felt no remorse, the idiot had deserved it. By the time they’d gotten him out of the dining room, down the entry corridor, and to the illuminated pool on the property, most of his calm had already returned. Most of it.

“What the hell was that?”

 “Nothin.”

 “Bullshit. You just decked him,” Brandon informed.

 He looked down to his fist that was only a little red from the action.

 “I know what I did.”

 “What if someone got a picture on their phone and it ends up on TMZ tomorrow?”

 He stared into the lighted pool of water and sighed. That should have been his number one concern, should have been the only thing he thought of at all times, but it hadn’t been. He was only concerned about shutting that idiot up. He’d wanted to protect you.

 “Ha!”

 He tousled his hair and took a few steps away from them. This was definitely unexpected.

 “What’s going on with you?”

 He didn’t know. This wasn’t out of character for him in general, but it was out of character of usual. He hadn’t been in a fight with a drunken fool in years. He’d thought his drunk fighting days were over.

 “Nothing. He had a big mouth and was being disrespectful to your fiancée’s best friend.”

 “From what I saw today,” Parker began, “Y/N can more than take care of herself. Megan will kill me if you get into some shit this week because of me.”

 He knew that Parker was right. He knew the smart thing to do was to ignore the idiot, but he couldn’t. It made his blood boil hearing the things he was saying. He talked about you like you weren’t a person, just a body for his viewing and fucking pleasure. It was disgusting.

 “I won’t apologize, but it won’t happen again either.”

 Brandon and Parker stared at him as if trying to gauge how truthful his words were. He was more than ninety percent sure it wouldn’t happen again. The other ten percent depended entirely on that idiot. Parker sighed.

 “All right. Are you good?”

 He nodded. “I’m good. Go on get back to Eve, get back to your wedding stuff.”

 He didn’t look sure if he should leave him though.

 “Parker, I’m good. Brandon tell him. Get him back to his bride.”

 “Let’s go Parker. He just needs a little time. Right?”

 “Right, I’ll be back in a bit,” he assured.

 Parker nodded and allowed Brandon to turn him around and lead him back inside. Once alone, he turned away from the doors and stared out into the abyss of night.

 “Get a grip. One week. One week and you’re gone. Get a grip.”

 He repeated the words over and over and over until he found some semblance of control. He didn’t know how long it took to find that grip he so desperately needed to have but when the scent of verbena, cocoa, lavender and strawberries floated in the air around him he knew he wasn’t alone out there anymore. He knew it was you and the fact that he knew it was you and your scent, was unnerving.  

 “Are—are you okay?”

 Your voice was low, soft and hesitant. He didn’t turn right way, he took a few breathes before he did. You were several feet away with your hands twisted and clasped in front of you with a look of concern etched on your face.

 “Uh—Uh—yeah. I’m fine. You didn’t have to come out here and check on me.”

 “Are you sure you’re okay?”

 Your eyes were penetrative. He felt like you could see through his bullshit and see the truth that he was less than fine. He was fine when he got on that plane a few days ago, but tonight—now, he was less than. Clearing his throat, he avoided your eyes and looked back into the pool of water.

 “Yeah, yeah. I’m sure.”

 Silence fell between you and the sounds of crickets and frogs echoed around. Then your heels against the stone floors mixed in as you came to stand beside him looking at the same pool however you were a few more inches back from the edge of the water. He didn’t blame you. You probably’d had your fill of water for the foreseeable future.

 “I’m sorry.”

 “Thank you.”

 You both spoke in unison voices overlapping. He turned to you at the same time you looked at him.

 “What’re you--.”

 Again you both started at the same time. You both scoffed and smiled.

 “You first,” he offered.

 “Thank you for what you did back there. Even though it wasn’t necessary I appreciate you stepping in.”

 He studied you for a few moments. He didn’t know if you believed you weren’t worth standing up for, or if you’d experienced something like that so many times you’d become desensitized to it to the point where it felt like normal life. It didn’t matter which it was, he didn’t like either. He looked away from you and back to the water and the silence between you returned. A few moments later you spoke again.

 “Why’re you sorry?”

 He sighed again, “I was because I thought I’d drawn unwanted attention to you again and made you uncomfortable or feel unsafe around me.”

 “Was?”

 “I’m not anymore.”

 “Why?”

 He spun to you again, “Because he was a dick and deserved it. You don’t deserve to be spoken about like that. It was—disgusting.”

 Your eyes lingered for a several long moments. Part of him wanted to know what you were thinking but the other said it didn’t matter. One week, he reminded himself before turning back to the water. Neither of you spoke for a few minutes after. The next sound he heard were your heels clinking against the stone, getting further and further from him.

 Good he thought, keep walking. Then the sound stopped.

 “Lemme buy you a drink Rocky. I know a cool bar not too far from here.”

 He glanced at you, “Don’t you have to stay here?”

 “Nope. Eve is pretty much fed up with the two of us seeing how we both don’t know how to keep our hands to ourselves. We’ve both been relieved of wedding party duties for the night.”

 He smirked and tried his best not to laugh. “Relieved huh.”

 “Yep. I guess she thinks if Rocky and Ali are together then everyone else is safe. So whatdaya say Rocky? Wanna keep our hands to ourselves—together?”

 You had an amused look on your face as you waited for his reply. His answer should have been no and that he’d turn in early for the night but those weren’t the words that came out.

 “I’ll take that drink, but I hope your pockets are deeper than one drink.” He walked toward you then stopped in front of you. “And I also make no promises about these hands.”

 You smirked and this mischievous glint appeared in your eyes, it was a look he was curious about, and it was a look that said there was a lot more to you than what he’d seen on the plane, at the vineyard and even earlier. Just who were you?

 “Well all right then,” you said stretching your arms out and shuffling your head from side to side like the old school Egyptian neck dance. “Here we come Berkshires!”

 Feeling it and you he pumped to your level and got right into his Boston days and mindset.

 “Look the fuck out!”

You snorted and laughed loud.

 “Okay Gemini Flanagan. Let’s tear shit up.”

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Fifteen minutes and a cab drive later, he was surrounded by the sounds of a jukebox that was playing a mix of pop rock, hip hop and country tunes, the scent of cigars cigarettes and other substances, and the loud chatter of a full bar. It had been a long time since he’d been in a bar that housed a jukebox and to be honest those were his favorite kinds. There was something about living out an old Hollywood dream of slipping some coins in a machine and selecting a track then dancing. From the looks of the bar, it had a lot of history too. There were plenty of pictures pinned to the wall of music legends ranging from The Beatles to David Bowie and even Run DMC.

 “Order up!”

 The bartender, a short and stocky man with a full goatee of black hair and a fedora slid two bottles of beer over.

 “Thanks.”

 He nodded and went on his way, no inclination he even knew who he was. He was liking this place more and more.

 “How did you find this place?”

 “I’m the maid of honor, I helped Eve scout this whole area for stuff to do for the wedding,” you shouted over the Run DMC track that was playing.

 “It’s a nice bar,” he added.

 “The jukebox sold me on it. Like how many bars still have a jukebox?”

 He smiled and nodded then took a sip from his beer. You did the same as you looked around you again. He couldn’t help but snort to himself. You looked so prime and proper in your outfit sitting in this place. You kinda looked like you didn’t belong.

 “What’s so funny?”

 “You look like you don’t belong here.”

 “Oh? Why?”

 He shrugged and drank some more. you looked him over then rolled your eyes before taking another swig from your own beer.

 “You would look just as put together as me if you didn’t lose the button down.”

 He’d taken it off before they’d walked into the bar thinking if he were in a button-down people would be more likely to recognize him than if he’d been in his Henley.

 “Who wears a long sleeve Henley underneath a button down in practical summer?”

 He smiled but didn’t answer. You both sat there enjoying your beers and the music.

 “Back there, you said Gemini Flanagan. How’d you know that name?”

 You smirked.

 “Please, everyone has seen that interview.”

 “Look the fuck out!”

 You imitated his movements down to his raised arms and bouncing. He snorted and shook his head. God damn it, you were adorable doing it.

 “You know what, now that I think about it, you probably knew plenty of personal shit about me,” he said.

 “Oh, so your porn name is personal?”

 You placed your elbow on the bar and hooked your fist under your chin staring at him.

 “I mean, I think one’s porn name is a very personal thing.”

 You snorted and took another drink.

 “What’s yours?”

 You busted out laughing but no one looked your way, everyone was enthralled in their own conversations. When you looked at him, he was still sitting there patiently waiting.

 “Are you asking me my porn name? What makes you think I have one?”

 “Make one now. Your first pet and the street you lived on as a child.”

 You smirked, took a gulp of beer then straightened your posture.

 “Hmm, let’s see---Sweet Bush.”

 Again, you laughed loudly, and he was certain now it would be a laugh that would stay with him past the week.

 “Oh my god!”

 “I think I have competition for greatest porn name.”

 You laughed together and he noted how normal it felt, how comfortable.

 “Sweet Bush and Gemini Flanagan starring in---,” you began

 “Satisfaction Guaranteed,” he filled in.

 You raised a brow at him.

 “Is that so?”

 “Do you doubt it?”

 You took a swig of your beer then shrugged. He wanted to press further but he bit his tongue. A conversation of his sexual capabilities was the last thing they should partake in.

 “So, you’ve saved my life and defended my honor all in the span of a few days. Anything left on the agenda?”

 He snorted then finished his beer and raised a finger for the bartender to bring another.

 “I’m still deciding. This week isn’t turning out how I’d expected it to,” he replied.

 “How so?”

 You finished your beer, and he raised his hand again for another. You cut him off and raised 4 fingers. The bartender nodded.

 “Well, I expected to come here for Parker, be the best man he needed, enjoy some peace and quiet and time away from the rat wheel, and be chill with no excitement then go home and back to the grind.”

 “And what you got was a psycho on a plane who scared the shit out of you with her insane ramblings and lots of noise, drama and even some bruised knuckles.”

 “Not to mention front row seats to a boxing match where Ali remained the undefeated champion of the world.”

 You laughed and shook your head.

 “Not funny. I feel so bad. I’m sorry.”

 “Ah, fuhgeddaboudit. I’m not complainin’ ‘bout none of it. Matter a fact my brother thought I’d be bored and I’m happy to say I am the furthest thing from it.”

 “Still, the drama.”

 He reached his hand out to rest on top of yours. It was something he did without thought. You looked down to your hands then to him.

 “It’s all good. I’m not regrettin’ nothin.”

 Your eyes lingered for a few moments until the bartender came over with four bottles of beer and two shot glasses.

 “These are on the house, I’m a huge fan,” he said keeping his voice low.

 He smirked and nodded his thanks to the bartender.

 “Don’t’ worry--,” the bartender said putting his finger over his lips indicating he’d keep his secret before he walked back off.

 “Wow. The life of a star, free shots,” you teased lifting up your glass. “What do we drink to?”

 “Don’t know but here’s to you Sweet Bush,” he said raising his glass.

 You smiled and did the same.

 “And you Gemini Flanagan.”

 You hit glasses then knocked them back. Your eyes widened and hands flashed as you swallowed then you blew out.

 “Bartender keep those comin!”

 He laughed as he grabbed one of the bottles off the bar and took a gulp. After that, there was no point in counting how many beers and shots had passed your lips and how many hours passed with you drinking, laughing, choosing song after song on the jukebox and dancing with all the strangers in the place. All he knew was one minute you were sitting at the bar, the next you were across the room in a group you didn’t know laughing like you’d been best friends your whole life. One thing was certain, you may have been a heavyweight in the ring, but you were a lightweight out of it.

 He slipped to the jukebox and went through the hundreds of songs all the while keeping an eye on you to make sure you didn’t get into any trouble. He was learning that you were possibly trouble itself. After picking a song he turned, leaned on the jukebox and watched you. He couldn’t understand why you didn’t like drawing attention to yourself when everyone around you seemed to be drawn to you. You looked like you were made to have the spotlight. He watched two guys drape their arms around your shoulders as they laughed at whatever you were saying, both looked eager to know more or get closer. After finishing his beer, he went back to the bar, sat and watched you charm the bar.

 By the time you walked back over to him you had a wide smile on your face. He held up a shot glass and you happily took it.

 “Thank you.”

 You quickly downed it then hooted.

 “You should look into becoming an actor.”

 “Why?”

 “I just watched you charm and dazzle this entire bar. There is not one person here who wasn’t drawn to you. I’ve seen a lot of actors and personalities in my career and what they have that makes them successful, you have in spades.”

 You studied him and smiled. “Maybe it’s the alcohol. Maybe when I’m sober I turn into boring Bernice.”

 “You’re forgetting I’ve known you the last few days. There is nothing boring about you, Y/N. You’re spectacular.”

 Your eyes locked, your smile fell, and the air became thick. He’d long gotten used to the smoke and smells of the bar but right now it all felt suffocating. Suddenly the song changed and within seconds your eyes widened.

 “What—what’s happening?”

 “Do you know what song this it?”

 “Uh—Milkshake.”

 You smiled wide. “Yaaas! I love this song.”

 “Then I think it’s a good time to check something off your list of confessions.”

 You studied him but the moment you got it he knew.

 “I couldn’t.”

 “Hang on. Hey buddy, do ya’ think she could live out her bar singing fantasies?”

 The bartender chuckled then nodded.

 “Knock ya’ self out honey.”

 You squealed then and he couldn’t help but laugh. He stood and held his hand out for yours.

 “Go on then Kelis.”

 You took his hand and he dropped yours to wrap his around your waist to lift you onto the bar stool. From there, you stepped onto the bar and the music started over. All eyes turned to you and gathered round as you began your show. He sat to the corner of the bar and watched as you belted out the lyrics and ate up the attention. When you marched up and down the bar pointing at stranger after stranger no matter man or woman, he chuckled to himself.

 When you began swaying your hips more and doing a mini belly dance the place got even louder. You looked to be in your element, and he was enjoying every second of it. Your eyes landed on him, then you dropped down to your knees and crawled to him. You had his undivided attention then and every inch you slinked toward him the more the humor of the situation left him. By the time you got to his face he was dead serious. You trailed your fingertips against his face and to his neck then leaned in close.

 “They lose their minds—I think it’s time.”

 You stood then gave a little dance that had plenty of the men whistling and clapping. When the song ended you were in a full-on split and smiling from ear to ear. Everyone clapped, cheered and beat on the bar making an unsynchronized drumline. You stood, bowed then turned to him with wide eyes and a giddy look on your face.

 Fuck he thought, he was in trouble.

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salt in an open wound — chris evans

chris evans x fem!reader

word count: 3039

summary: you finally had a one that got away and he came back into your life for one more night.

warnings: smut, alcohol consumption, cheating, fingering (fem receiving), unprotected sex (maybe don’t do that), angsty ending

a/n: i find it funny how i am writing a lot more now but when i’m doing good with one shots i am lacking on wattpad. also i just went to chicago for spring break and it was awesome.

You never thought that you would have been in a situation where you deemed someone “the one that got away” until you met Chris Evans. He was everything. You couldn’t understand how you got so lucky to have him as yours and to be his. Everything was beautiful for two years until it wasn’t beautiful anymore.

The true start of your downfall was the twenty-something-year age difference between the two of you. You truly were at two completely different points in life and it wasn’t sustainable. The break-up was swift and neat, no messy fights, nothing that caused TMZ headlines. You were together one day and then the next it was over. It hurt like a son of a bitch but it wasn’t the worst pain you had ever felt. 

You had gone through more painful breakups than this but it wasn’t different. Those other breakups felt like you had been hit with a pick-up truck that had broken every bone in your body. It destroyed you until there was nothing left. You had to recreate yourself from the ground up. Mangled bones healed but bruises were left for months but you healed. You had your scars but they didn’t hurt anymore, they were just reminders of the lessons you learned. 

This however was something completely different.

It felt like when the words “we’re done” left your lips you had been cut. You didn’t realize it at first until you looked down at your leg and saw you were bleeding. You bandaged yourself and waited till the cut healed but it never did. Every time you saw him you felt like someone was rubbing salt into the cut. The other times before were brutal but once you healed you were done, but this fucking stung. The wound wasn’t healing and you didn’t think it ever would. But you had to fucking live with it.

You only waited two months until you were on with someone else. That someone else in question is one of your co-stars, Sydney Sweeney. It was a nice headline. Mere months after breaking up with a man old enough to be your father you got with a girl your age. It was a complete switch and everyone was into it, obviously including yourself.

Dating Sydney was a nice change of pace. It was fun and you didn’t have to worry about it ending anytime soon.

You made it six months in your happy, blissful relationship until you had to deal with the stinging pain of a wound that would never heal. 

You were invited to a birthday party for one of your friends and Chris hadn’t even crossed your mind until you saw him laughing from across the crowded house. 

As soon as you caught a glimpse of him with his head thrown back, his hand loosely on his breath as he burst out in laughter, you were reminded of that fucking wound that would never go away. 

You turned around and began to panic. You threw back whatever alcoholic beverage you could find because what the fuck was going on right now? It wasn’t until halfway through knocking back a shot of vodka that you realized that getting drunk in a time of panic wasn’t the best course of action. The alarm in your body causes you to choke on said shock. It burned as you felt the liquor simultaneously bubble up your throat and try to get choked down at the same time.

You felt a warm hand on your back and soothing words in your ear as someone handed you a cup of water. The hands traveled to your hips and gently turned you to face the kitchen sink. The presence behind you seemed masculine but you didn’t put much thought into it as you felt like you were coughing up a lung. The (assumed) man behind you gently held your hair up and soothingly rubbed your back as you tried to breathe like a normal person.

Only a mere minute or two—that felt like entire eons—of coughing until your face turned red, and your throat was finally back to normal. You turned around ready to sing praises to whoever helped you through the most painful minutes you experience in the past six months and then reality smack you in the face and fate was back yet again to rub some more salt in that wound that wouldn’t leave you the fuck alone.

“Chris,” the name left your mouth in utter disbelief. 

His wide smiler grew somehow wider and his hand was still on your hip. Why the fuck was his hand still on your hip?

“Hey, princess.”

The old nickname left his lips effortlessly and for some reason you despised it. You hated how he was being so normal nursing you back to health when you forced yourself into a situation where you couldn’t breathe because you caught one glimpse of him. He could be a completely normal person and you couldn’t be in the same house as him.

“Chris,” you repeated again. You hated yourself for not being able to speak but you also couldn’t do anything about it.

“Cat got your tongue, princess?” he said sweetly with a small laugh. He knew what he was doing. He had known you for too long to not know. “How are you doing? You know, besides the choking and dying.”

You let out a laugh that sounded way too forced (which it definitely was) before nodding like an idiot.

“Good, good. I’ve been good.” Was that all you could say? “How have you been?”

“I’ve been doing great, princess.”

There was something bubbling up inside of you that you were fighting back. Suddenly, you felt your lips move. You didn’t know what was pushing you to talk, because you didn’t fucking want to, maybe it was the alcohol you had been sipping the entire night, but whatever it was you cursed it for forcing you to word vomit.

“I heard you had a girlfriend,” you brought up in the least sly way imaginable.

Chris let out another chuckle. A knowing chuckle. 

“I do have a girlfriend,” he confirmed. “It’s not six months strong like you and your girlfriend but it is something.”

“I do have a girlfriend,” you mimicked his words. “She’s great, beautiful. I’m sure your girlfriend is great too. Speaking of your girlfriend, where is she?” Why are you asking him these things?

“She’s filming in Atlanta right now. Where is your girlfriend?”

“Out of the country, filming in Rome.”

Herein lies a test. Two exes stare at each other threw hazy slightly intoxicated eyes, months of unresolved feelings packed so far down inside that neither one of them are consciously aware that they are there. Both of their girlfriends are completely out of sight but not so out of mind. What will they do? Do they act normal or slip into old ways? If only you could muster up enough courage to say goodbye and walk away, you could lead Chris and yourself down the path of righteousness. But if you slip up and say something out of pocket, you will be falling straight into the pits of backsliding hell. It truly was a question as old as time.

“Let me drive you home,” Chris offered. A smirk was placed upon his lips, a smirk you knew way too well.

“I don’t know if that’s such a great idea,” you combated with whatever semblance of intelligence that was still knocking around in your brain.

“I know you didn’t drive here yourself, sugar. You never do to these kinds of things.” Why did he have to know you so well? “You know your friends are going to be too drunk to drive you back home so that means you’ll either have to stay the night here or uber home and I know you don’t want to do either of those things. Let me drive you home.”

“You’re girlfriend is out of town, Chris.”

“So is yours. Let me drive you home.”

You knew what was going to happen if you took him up on his offer, you felt it in your bones. You also felt that cut scream for something to take the pain away, to dull it. It had been months and maybe you had just found some kind of medicine that could make you feel better. Months of searching for anything and you just might have found it. You knew you should turn him down. Images of Sydney flashed through your head. Then the alcohol flushed away any clear thought you once had until all you could hear was the screaming of that cut that Chris had left you with. It was so loud and overbearing, that all you wanted to do was shut up the screaming and then you felt your lips moving again.

“Okay.”

You caught your friend and said goodbye to the birthday girl before you left. She gave you a knowing look when she saw Chris but let you go on your way. 

You weren’t doing anything wrong. A friend was just driving you home from a party to make sure you were safe. Sure, that friend was an ex … and you hadn’t held an actual conversation since you had broken up eight months ago … and both of your girlfriends were out of town, but that didn't objectively mean anything bad was going to happen … right?

It was hard to convince yourself that everything was so goddamn innocent when his hand was placed on the exposed skin of your knee. 

You felt the heat from his skin on your radiate throughout your entire body. That heat wasn’t innocent at all. You knew that for a fact when you turned to look at him and saw his eyes darken when they caught yours. Your intuition was confirmed when his hand slowly moved its way from your knee up to your thigh.

The car pulled up to your apartment complex in what felt like no time.

“I’ll walk you up to your place.”

“Chris,” you warned.

“I wouldn’t be much of a gentleman if I let an intoxicated lady walk up to her apartment all alone, would I?”

You laughed and rolled your eyes before making your way out of his car.

His hand never left your lower back as you made your way to your apartment. A small grin appeared on your lips when Chris hit your floor number—24. He remembered eight months later. To be fair you also did remember a lot about him too: the password to his phone (2004), his favorite pick me up song (Pocketful of Sunshine), where he hide his guilty pleasure foods (in the very back of the cabinet above his fridge), among many, many more.

When you got to your door (2403), Chris got the spare from under the frog statue (that he helped you name Roger) at your door before unlocking it.

Chris was expecting for everything to be completely different but it wasn’t. It stilled smelled overwhelmingly like you. Most of the furniture was the same, some of it was new which he assumed was picked out by Sydney. The only real different thing was that all of the pictures that used to be you two was now filled with Sydney.

“Looks the same,” Chris mentioned. He stood at the end of a small hallway and you pressed your back against the closed door. Distance was key.

“Does your place look the same?”

“Yeah, for the most part.”

“Does your girlfriend live with you?”

“No, that’d be moving way too fast.”

You knew that would be his answer or, at least, you hoped it would be. You two had dated for two years and you still didn’t live together. You would have been beyond pissed off if he had this chick move in after only a few months.

“Does you girlfriend live with you?” he asked.

“Yeah, she just moved in.”

He nodded. “You always did like to move fast.”

“Gotta live while I’m young, right?”

“I guess so.”

You stayed pressed against the door, scared what you would do if you moved closer to him. The coldness of your wooden door helped you cool down from the heat he was providing you with.

“Thanks for taking me home.”

“Of course.”

He inched closer to you, the tension in the air growing. He reached his hand out to you and you took it. Chris pulled you in close. He tugged a piece of your hair behind your ear, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. He took a deep breath like he was making a decision and you knew what was coming next.

“Chris, you should go.”

“I know,” he whispered back before pulling you into a kiss.

When his lips connected with yours, it just felt right, like this was where you were meant to be. You kissed him back and for the first time in months you didn’t feel the sting of that open wound anymore. There was nothing and the absence of pain felt like bliss.

It took you way too long to snap back to reality and pull back from him.

“Fuck,” you mumbled to yourself once you were no longer connected to him. You threw off your shoes and went into the kitchen. You leaned against the counter, the cold marble having a similar cooling effect as your door had earlier. “You shouldn’t be here.”

“But I am.”

He ran his hand through your hair, keeping it there as he pulled you closer. You didn’t want to lean into his touch but you couldn’t help it. He just felt so warm and suddenly you didn’t want to cool down anymore.

“I have a girlfriend,” you almost begged.

“I know.”

“You have a girlfriend.”

“I know.”

“This is wrong.”

“I don’t care.”

His lips were back on yours and you kissed him back quicker than you had the last time. You wrapped your arms around him as he picked you up and placed you on your kitchen counter. It crossed your mind for a moment that you were about to fuck your ex in the kitchen of the apartment you shared with your girlfriend. At least the counter was better than the bed you shared.

Chris quickly started to rub his fingers over your underwear, feeling that you had soaked through them—just like he knew you would. You started moaning into his mouth as he tugged your panties down your legs and throwing them somewhere in your kitchen. In no time he had slipped a finger into your core, making you groaned loudly.

“God, you’re so fucking wet,” he muttered into your mouth. “You miss me, sugar?”

“Fuck, yes,” you answered honestly.

“I miss this fucking pussy. Taking me so well just like you always did, princess. Can’t wait to fuck you.”

His words made you flush even though you had heard him talk to you like this before. To be fair, it had been months.

You started working on his belt as he slipped another finger into you. You knew that he wanted to make you cum on his fingers before fucking you, it had always been part of your routine, but you needed to work fast while your brain was still too foggy to completely understand what you were doing.

“Need your cock,” you said quickly. “Please fuck me.”

He quickly pulled his member out and pumped it a few times with the wetness he had on his finger from your pussy. He lined himself up with your entrance and you couldn’t land on one place the look at. He grabbed your face softly yet firmly, forcing you to look at him as he thrusted into you.

He plunged inside of you, making both of you let out hungry groans. He stayed stilled inside of you for a moment, taking in the sight. You looked so disheveled, so messy, and you looked fucking ethereal. You had always been everything he dreamed for then he lost you, but right now you were here and he was going to milk it for everything it was worth.

He started to thrust into you, keeping his grip on your face as he began to fuck you. 

You couldn’t help but stare into his light blue eyes. You saw him lose himself inside of you (literally and figuratively) and you couldn’t help but do the same.

Both of his hands were at your hips, his grip so tight you knew that there would be bruises there in the morning. You let out loud, overdramatic wanton moans as he drilled into you effortlessly. He was balls deep inside of you and it was heavenly. One of his hands left your hip to start circling your clit.

“You’re already gonna cum, aren’t you, sweetheart?” You nodded quickly, holding him close to you. “So fuckin’ pathetic for me.”

He continued his brutal pace, only picking up when he felt himself nearing his high. You wrapped your legs tightly around him and tucked your face into his neck.

“Cum with me, princess,” he groaned.

You listened to him, letting go of the coil that built in your stomach. You slumped against him as you felt him cum inside of you. You were trying to catch your breath when you realized what just happened.

“You came inside me,” you said in horror.

“Jesus, fuck,” Chris said with distanctive concern in his voice. “Do you still have that iud?”

You nodded.

“Thank god.”

“This was a mistake,” you said to him, wishing you could have held onto your high for a little bit longer.

“I know.”

“You should leave,” you said for the final time that night.

Finally, he listened.

“I know.” He cleaned himself up before giving you a kiss on the forehead. “I’m always going to care about you.”

“I know,” you said.

When Chris finally walked out the door you were left all alone with your own thoughts.

The cut was finally healed. There was no stinging pain lingering but now there was something much worse. This pain was something you had never felt before. This one might be the one that fucking destroyed you.

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Making You Mine

pairing: chris evans x professor!fem!reader, chris evans x oc!female (brief)

summary: you and chris have your first date.

word count: 3.0k

warnings: !!! 18+ minors dni !!! slight smut, fluff, age gap (reader is 28, chris is 39) suggestive conversation, two dorks in love, alcohol consumption, heavy making out, dry humping, orgasms, rpf

notes: ngl to y’all i didn’t even mean to make it include some smut, but i ended up getting carried away. this is the second part of the ‘Pining for Professor’ series. i hope you all enjoy it and make sure to let me know what you think! *i do not give consent for this fic to be reposted or translated*

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The next few days that passed after your encounter seemed to fly by. You were busy working on your dissertation while Chris was attending ASP interviews.The two of you would text from time to time, just keeping the other updated about your life.

Chris had planned the evening out. Before considering what meal he wanted to make you, he made sure to ask you about any dietary concerns or allergies that you might have, and he was thankful that he did. You informed him that the only food allergy you had was apples. Part of him thought you were joking because he never heard of that being a restriction one could face, but after sending him a photo of one of your allergic reactions, he trashed every single apple he had stored in his fridge. A dramatic reaction, yes, but he wanted to make sure you were both completely safe and comfortable.

He decided on making a simple pasta dinner, something easy that he believed he couldn’t possibly mess up. It wasn’t until he was googling wine pairings when he remembered the woman he was supposed to have this same evening with just a few days ago; Lindsey.

Chris had been so preoccupied with you that he completely forgot about the woman. Looking at his phone and opening their messages, he saw that he had been accidentally ghosting her for the past three days. Not knowing how to deliver the news, he decided it would be best to break things off over the phone than through a text.

Clicking on her contact, he dialed her number and listened to the dial tone ring in his ear. He was pondering on what to say when he heard her voice through the phone. “Hey stranger, I was wondering when you were gonna call me back.”

“Hey Lindsey, sorry I got a little busy with life. Can we talk?”

For about the next five minutes, Chris tried his best to not give the cliche ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ excuse, but in the end he had to explain to the woman how he met somebody else, you, and that he didn’t want to string her along any longer. The call ended with some harsh words from her which he expected. Even though he hated that he hurt her feelings, in the end all he kept thinking about was you.

A couple miles away from his home, you were at your house going through your entire wardrobe trying to find the perfect outfit to wear. Did you want to go the fancy route and wear a nice dress or something casual like jeans and a blouse? Even though Chris told you the plans he had scheduled for your rendezvous, you were still feeling nervous about the whole affair.

Thankfully with the help of your friends, they were able to ease your worries and help you out with your ensemble.

The night before the planned evening, the two of you lay awake, plagued with nerves. Worried about messing up and ruining the chance to be with the other.

With how his morning started the day of his previously planned affair, Chris made sure that nothing could stand in the way of tonight. He had his suit pressed, the ingredients needed for the meal prepped, and a bouquet of red roses bought fresh from the florist resting in a vase of water. Scott went with Dodger over to his sister Shanna’a house, leaving the home to himself.

The day proceeded quickly and soon enough it was time for the date. You agreed to drive over and meet him at his home, arriving there around eight in the evening.

Walking up to the home and knocking on the door, you kept cracking your knuckles, a nervous tick of yours whenever you got anxious. Once the entryway was opened and Chris stepped into your sight, all of those pesky jitters suddenly left your body.

Chris was clad in a tailored black suit that clung to his frame. The white button up he donned was crisp and clean, you could make out a few of his tattoos peeking through the material. Accessorizing his attire, he wore a black and silver watch, the silver in the band matching the Saint Christopher medallion clasped around his neck showing through the opening of his top. His hair was perfectly gelled, making him look fresh out of a photo shoot.

He looked absolutely delectable and part of you didn’t even care about the meal, you just wanted to know how the material of his clothes felt against your skin.

When Chris opened up his door he knew you’d be there, beautiful as ever but he didn’t expect the sight that he was met with.

Your regularly curly hair was straightened, cascading off your shoulders and perfectly framing your face. The makeup you applied made your features light up. He took notice of the lipgloss you put on and all he wanted to do was grab you and taste the substance that was lucky enough to touch your lips.

Looking your body up and down, he noticed your black silk dress, a tie in the middle cinching the material together. The material stopped at your mid thighs revealing your velvety smooth legs and high heeled shoes. Thoughts of him trailing his hands up the sides of your calves while he pinned you below him flashed in his mind. Quickly he shook the image out of his mind to put back all of his attention on you.

“You look absolutely breathtaking,” he whispered in awe.

“You’re not looking too bad yourself.”

As you entered his home, he placed a hand on the small of your back tugging your frame into him so he could place a kiss on your cheek. The same butterflies you experienced when he pecked you that night in the parking lot reappeared by the dozens.

The smell of sautéing onions and garlic filled your senses, instantly making your stomach lurch around. “Whatever it is you're making smells amazing,” you commented to the brunette.

He bashfully smiled, “Thank you, I’m almost finished, though I should let you know I’m not the greatest cook.”

You laughed at his comment, unconsciously placing your palm against his upper arm. “It’s alright Chris, at least you have your looks right?”

It was his turn to laugh, your playful matter had him buzzing.

The two of you made your way through the kitchen, him to the front of the stove while you sat in the high chair behind the counter top. Before he returned to cooking the vegetables, he grabbed the bouquet of red roses he had ordered and handed them to you, a smile instantly appearing on your face.

You thanked him for his generosity and the two of you continued on in lively conversation while he focused back on finishing dinner.

Laughter filled the room while you two chatted in his living room. You two had finished dinner, Chris making a wonderful shrimp scampi that even he was surprised tasted good.

Even though you spent three hours talking that evening in your office, you two didn’t have any difficulty finding new topics to explore.

You spoke about your family and how life was growing up without siblings. How it felt being at an advanced academic level at such a young age, which allowed you the opportunity of being employed at the university at 21. Surprisingly, you allowed yourself to be vulnerable around the man, something that you had never done before. It was something about his demeanor. His presence was inviting and captivating, and all you wanted to do was continue to be around the actor.

Chris was at a loss of words with how to describe how you made him feel. You had such a hypnotizing way to yourself. He would listen to your laugh and drink it in as if it were the last time his ears would be blessed with the sound. Your smile was so genuine, stretching from ear to ear and all he wanted to do was keep that look on your face till the end of his days. He didn’t know he was staring at you until you waved in front of his face, regaining his attention.

“Earth to Evans. Are you okay there?” Your eyebrows were slightly furrowed while you stared intently into his eyes, waiting for his response. He didn’t even think about the next words that came out of his mouth when he spoke.

“I know that we just met last week, and this is only our first date, but would you do me the honor of being able to call you my girlfriend?”

The statement that was rushed out of his mouth had you choke on your glass of wine. Regaining your composure, you set the drink down and looked up at Chris.

There wasn’t any humor in his eyes, just determination as well as a bit of trepidation.

You were about to speak when he started up again. “Usually when meeting someone, I go on about two to three dates with them. Get to know them and go through the ‘what if’s’ possibilities. But with you I realized I can’t wait that long. The only thing I care about is being able to see that smile on your face, and have the melodic sound of your laugh ingrained in my life. And I don’t want to waste another second trying to determine ‘what if’ we’re not a match when I already know that you’re the one for me.”

This time you were the one at a loss of words. Emotions wrangle throughout your body. You were nervous, but the nerves that stood on end were due to the fact of being scared of how quickly you were falling for him.

Without saying anything but donning a beaming grin, you nodded.

Chris immediately leant forward and molded his lips with yours. The kiss was soft and delicate. His right hand slightly cupped your cheek, and in that moment you felt safe, you felt at ease. There was no other place the two of you wanted to be than right there in each other’s embrace.

When you pulled away it felt like time was at a standstill, nothing else mattered but the two of you being together. Even though he wasn’t a photographic person, Chris felt this overwhelming need to document this moment.

He quickly pulled out his phone and asked you if it were okay to take a photo of the two of you, a personal keepsake so to speak. You nuzzled into his side, shoulders touching, breaths fanning across each other’s face. Chris extended his hand with the camera app open and aimed towards the two of you. Though you were looking at the screen, a beaming grin stretched across your features, he was only looking at you. Admiring you as if you were his entire world, which you were slowly but surely becoming. Snapping the photo, he locked his phone and tucked it away back into his slacks.

With the close proximity you two shared, he took advantage of the opportunity to kiss you again. He was desperate to feel you, touch you, taste you. The flavor of your strawberry lip gloss inviting him in.

You melted into him, hands gripping the lapels of his jacket pulling him closer into you. He leaned into your touch, causing the two of you to lay back against his couch.

His hips were slotted in between your legs, crotch rubbing against your warm core. The friction drawing out a low moan from your chest.

He continued to feverishly attack your mouth. This kiss was different from the first. This was pure hunger. You two were desperate to feel the other. His tongue slotted into your mouth, tasting the leftover remnants of the Pinot Grigio you consumed. Notes of grapes and honeysuckles on your tongue made him push deeper. The intoxicating taste and the effects of the alcohol had him unconsciously grinding into you, rubbing his cock against your covered mound.

You ran your hands across the expanse of his body. Rubbing his arms, slightly gripping his ass, tangling your hands into the brown tuffs of his hair, you couldn’t get enough. He felt amazing against you. The rubbing of his hips were drawing out moans that you didn’t even try to suppress due to the unwavering desire you felt towards him. You felt him lift your leg up, giving himself more room to rut against you. The movement caused your dress to hike up, showing the lace of your black thong to your now boyfriend.

The two of you continued with your actions. Tongue slapping against each other as you sloppily tasted the other. The movements of his hips against your cunt accelerated to a rigorous pace when he felt a wet patch growing on your panties.

You felt like honey teenagers, dry humping each other like a pair of desperate virgins, but in that moment it was perfect.

Drawing away from each other, Chris nestled his face in the crook of your neck, his warm breath sending shockwaves of arousal straight to your core.

You were both close to reaching your respective peak, your moans were getting wilder and his hips were becoming unruly.

It only took a few more bumps of his crotch against your covered clit for you to gush in your panties. An erotic moan left your lips and filled the room while your back arched, pushing your breasts against his chest.

Hearing the near pornographic sound that left your body, while feeling your peer nipples press against his front allowed him to reach his release as well. Biting down against the column of your neck, he came in his pants, filling his boxer briefs with his seed.

Chris collapsed on top of your panting body, the two of you trying to regain a steady breath. He lay there in your arms, your nails dragging along the nape of his neck.

When he finally regained composure, Chris raised up on his palms and looked down at you. And as if your minds were synced up, you both erupted in a fit of giggles.

After coming down for your laugh attacks, you excused yourself to the bathroom to freshen up.

You stood in front of the mirror, examining your reflection. There was still some adrenaline flowing through your bloodstream causing your hands to slightly shake. Your lips were red and swollen due to the attack on them moments prior. But what you couldn’t ignore was the dopey smile that seemed to take permanent residence on your face. You felt like a giddy schoolgirl, though you weren’t complaining.

Your recently ended relationship with your ex Justin was not great. The reason for the break up was due to the fact that he didn’t make you feel special. Looking back at it now you don’t even know why you agreed to start dating him in the first place. But you were thankful it concluded, otherwise you wouldn’t be here, with a man who looked at you like you hung the moon and placed every star in the sky yourself.

Back in the living room, Chris paced around the living room for your return. Happiness surged through him, making him pump his fist in the air like he was John Bender in The Breakfast Club.

He's been with plenty of women throughout his life, even getting engaged to one, but it was in this moment he realized he had never been so infatuated with someone until you entered his life. You made all of the hairs on his body stand up just by looking at him. It elated him but also scared him. It scared him due to how fast he was falling for you. But he didn’t care. Though this feeling was foreign, he had no problem welcoming it with open arms.

After a few moments consisting of composing yourself, you made your way out of the bathroom and back to Chris. You two stood there, just smiling at each other like idiots. It was him who finally piped up.

“So that was some first date.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his comment.

“Tell me about it,” you replied.

The two of you conversed some more before it got late and you decided to call it a night. Making sure you had all of your belongings, including your roses, he escorted you to your car.

Resting against the door, you couldn’t resist temptation so you pulled him into you, attaching your lips to his once more. This kiss wasn’t the apprehensive one you first shared, or the hungry and desperate one that came after. This kiss was full of passion. It was the type that made you breathe out a sigh of relief into the other's mouth, glad that your bodies were in union in such an intimate manner. Neither of you wanting it to end.

When you finally pulled apart, Chris rested his forehead against your own, trying to savor the moment a while longer.

“I’ll call you when I get home, alright?”

Repeating the actions yet again of your first meeting, he went to open your door, waiting for you to slide in before shutting in. After turning on the engine, you rolled the window down allowing Chris to rest against the frame on his forearms.

“See you later, girlfriend.”

“Right back at you, boyfriend.”

Giving you a fleeting kiss goodbye, he stood up and watched as you pulled out of his driveway and back to your home.

Chris stood there in his driveway for a while. He thought about how the date went twenty times better than any other one he’d ever been on. How you made him feel like the greatest man in the world. The way your lips met his and how it was like they were made to be caressed by his. The smile that crept on your face when he called you his girlfriend. And he thought about how now nothing else in this world mattered except for keeping you in his life and making sure that wonderful smile never left your features.

A/N: so the song True by Spandau Ballet is the song i envisioned when Chris opened the door. it’s that one slow 80s song they play in movies where it’s goes like ‘ah ah ah ahhh ahh’ it's all romantic and what not, y’all know the song i’m talking about, that one. cheesy i know, but i works.

anyway baby, i know there’s not a lot of dialogue, i’ve come to the realization that it’s one of my weakness but i’ll be working on it.

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[lovinghiddleston]

Not drunk; Chris Evans

the reader is keeping a secret away from Chris, so after dinner with her friends, things just come out.

Gif is not mine. Credits to unearthlydust.

Pairings: Chris Evans x pregnant!reader.

Warnings: None, this is pure love and fluff stuff. If you feel uncomfortable with pregnancy just don't read.

A/N: I'm not a native English speaker and I'm also new on Tumblr so pls don't be rude. I hope you enjoy this!

MY WORKS BELONGS TO ME. DON'T TRANSLATE, DON'T COPY AND DON'T PUBLISH THIS ON WATTPAD OR ANY SITE.

Chris was completely sure that you'll be coming back home in a clumsily drunk state. No matter how many times you denied his declaration, he ignored you like a kid. You used to go out with your friends every Tuesday night, you'd probably have dinner in some fancy restaurant and sometimes it was hard for your group to skip the champagne and the wine. You promised him that tonight it was going to be different, little did he know it was because you have a secret you are still keeping for yourself. Not for long, you imagine.

"No alcohol for me." You repeated, again. He smiled.

"I don't believe you, ya know?"

"You look so beautiful." Chris was behind you in your bedroom. "You promise me you'll be going safe tonight?"

"You should, I'm your fiance." The man was all smiles and nodded to you in front of the mirror.

He hugged you and his hands went to your belly in almost a second, you died in that moment. How can he know about your secret? You just realized you were pregnant yesterday and nobody knows it, you tried to keep the secret away from your family and friends. That was the reason you didn't want to drink alcohol, you have a beautiful life in your own body. Something made by love. The hands of the man you loved in your belly could be a coincidence? Chris didn't say anything, he was looking at you in the mirror with a dreaming look.

"Are you okay?" You asked your lover, interrogating him with your eyes.

"I love you, babe."

"I love you too."

Chris left you in the restaurant with a kiss and a hardly goodbye. You easily started a conversation with your girlfriends and you ate more than ever. Your appetite was quite different tonight and when your best friend met your eyes, you could know that she must know something. Lisa was already drunk, she flirted with the waiter three times and everytime he walked next to her, she made a comment about his ass. You thought she was too loose in her own mind to care about you or the way you didn't touch the champagne and preferred to drink water. So, when you walked to the bath in the middle of the dinner, she followed you like a shadow.

"Why didn't you drink the champagne? Something is happenin'? You never leave the glass full " She asked you, coming next to you. "Oh, no. You're pregnant, It's the only reason I can think right know."

"Is that a bad thing?" You asked, your friend was the first person you told about your uncoming baby.

"No, that's great! I don't like kids for sure, I think they're ugly but it's good for you. You like kids."

You couldn't not smile at her in that moment, she was drunk and she was really honest with all her confessions. Lisa will probably forget all you said tonight. It was good too, you felt so overwhelmed and worried about your baby and your future, so you were kind of more relaxed with your friend not acting like a mother.

"I think I'll call Chris, I feel like I couldn't wait any longer. He is the father, I mean, he must know this."

"Chris is the father?" You raised an eyebrow. It was obvious that Chris was the father. You were together for two years now and he was the first real boyfriend you had. He met your family and you met his. His dog was pretty close to you from the first moment. You loved him and the relationship you both had made. Being his wife was the next step in your relationship and it was coming in only two weeks.

You called Chris in the bathroom, Lisa was still there and you made a short call, or at least, that's what you expected. You just wanted him to take you home and eventually, you'll be going to tell him the truth. You were ending the call when Lisa screamed too loud. "AN APPLAUSE FOR THE DAD! DADDY CHRIS!"

"Chris…" you whispered, hearing your own heartbeat.

"I'm coming, just wait there."

He didn't sound angry or happy, or with any emotion at all. Your nails were suffering from your own nerves and when you saw his car on the street, you knew that the secret must have to be revealed. Chris opened the door for you and he didn't say anything. You took a seat and waited for a couple of minutes, your department wasn't really away from the restaurant and you both came to the house faster. The front door was being closed when he finally spoke.

"Is that true?" you saw his puppy eyes. "Me being a dad?"

You nodded your head slowly. "You are going to be a father."

He made something that you weren't expecting, his arms lifted you from the ground and kissed you as he knew how. Like the time he proposed to you, Chris made an eternal promise. You move your own hands to bring him even closer.

"It's kinda sad that I have to discover the truth by your drunk friend." he said, leaving kisses in your lips. "But I've never been so happy like now. I think we should move the date of our wedding, I can't wait to marry you and make you my wife."

Your laugh broke the serious moment in Chris' face. "No way! You have to wait only for two weeks."

"That's a lot, love"

"Well, we have to wait for nine months for our baby. Two weeks are nothing compared to that."

"Our baby, how magical that sounds?" Chris left a kiss in your nose. "Okay, fine. I think we should do other things while we wait."

And after all, that's how everything started. Your baby hadn’t magically appeared there.

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[afriendlyblackhottie]

Missed You

Summary: It’d been a long year with Chris gone, but he promised to become a better man for your family.

Pairings: Chris Evans x Black!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of jail time, smut, swearing, Chris calling the reader his bitch, daddy kink, breeding kink

(A/N: I saw this gif and got inspired. Anyway Chris and reader are mid 20’s in it. Feedback is like drugs for me so please.)

Tags: @titty-teetee, @harrysthiccthighss, @iam-laiya , @night-of-the-living-shred, @liquorlaughslove

Chris was bulkier than you remembered. The scrawny boy you’d crushed on in high school had been replaced by the man walking towards you. Through the many phone calls, letters he’d written to you, and the occasional visits it didn’t take long for you to realize there wasn’t much for him to do except read, eat, sleep, and workout. It paid off because damn he looked good.

You’d been waiting for this moment since he’d waved goodbye. Seeing him walk away from you was so hard. This hadn’t even been the first time he’d got in trouble with the law, it’s just that this time felt so different now that you had a one-year-old who was now about to turn three to take care of and had to hold everything down. Somehow you managed, not without help, but you made it through.

Now he was finally there. Trying to coerce you into letting him hit it even though he knew you had somewhere to be. His ma wanted to have a nice family dinner. Little Chris was already there, probably being fussed over by his grandma. All you were supposed to do was stop at home so he could shower and change and be on your way. He just couldn’t resist you in that dress.

He loved seeing you in sundresses and you knew that which is why you wore it. All he could think about once he saw you was seeing it bunched up around your waist since the moment he saw you. “Baby, we can’t,” you tried to reason with him, giggling as he kissed your neck. 

“C’mon. It’s been a year. I missed my girl,” he whispered into your ear before easily picking you up, to place you on the kitchen table. He’d just gotten out of the shower and had peeked into the kitchen to see you packing up some stuff you wanted to take to his mom’s. He hadn’t even gotten dressed because he knew what he was trying to do. Only his chain and the tattoos that were scattered along his body.

You looked up at him with a pout as he held you tightly against him. “Baby,” you groaned, trying to be serious. It was true, though. It had been a very long year. Your vibrator could only get you through so much. You didn’t want your first time together since he’d been home to be like this. Not a rush. You wanted to take your time.

The way he was kissing your neck let you know you were about to lose this battle. You shivered because fuck his lips did feel good. You touched his stomach, running your finger up and down the six pack that hadn’t been there last time.

What a fucking jerk. He knew what seeing him in the chain did to you for some reason. Especially with that fresh haircut. Fuck your man looked so yummy. 

He gripped your ass roughly, letting you know who the fuck was in charge right now. “Oh, no, Baby. Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten. You know better.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you sighed before tucking your bottom lip in between your teeth trying to look up at him all innocent.

“That’s my girl,” he groaned softly. He grabbed your hand placing it on his already hardening dick. He was so long and thick your hand could barely wrap around it. It was so damn fat. “I know you missed me, Baby.”

“I did.” You looked up at him as you now stroked his heavy cock. He put his thumb on your lips before greedily kissing you. 

It didn’t take long for him to pick you up again his muscles flexing against you as he made you wrap your legs around his waist. The whole time he’d carried you to the bedroom his dick was rubbing into your covered pussy.

He finally sat down on the bed with you in his lap. He laid back taking you with him your lips still on his. You pulled away so you could start taking your dress off, but he grabbed your hand to stop you. “Leave it on,” he said before smacking your ass.

You nodded, your eyes falling to his chest to that chain as you finally made out the script of the tattoo you’d never seen before. “Is - is that my name?” You asked tracing your finger over it.

He nodded leaning back with a smirk on his lips. “Mhm,” he said.

“Your mom is gonna kill you.” You grinned.

He shrugged. “You’re it for me, Baby. I want to become a better man for you.”

“Oh, Chris.” You teared up. He leaned up so he could reconnect your lips. You leaned down to him and he pushed your panties to the side so you could finally sink down onto his cock.

You hissed as your pussy was finally full of him after too long. You sat up straight so you could ride him properly. He grabbed onto your hips so he could fuck you with force. “So damn tight,” he groaned. “Fucking missed this pussy.” He looked so beautiful. His chain resting on his chest.“You missed me, huh, Baby? Missed my dick.”

His grip on your hips was tight as he made you bounce up and down his thick length. “Yes, Daddy.”

“No one else got to touch this pussy, right?” He groaned knowing the answer because you were his good girl. “It’s all mine?”

Your pussy felt so creamy on his cock. “Never. This is your pussy, Daddy.” You changed pace grinding your hips back and forth. He helped you move because even though you were on top, he was still in control.

“That’s right, Bitch. This is Daddy’s cunt.” You know you shouldn’t like your boyfriend calling you his bitch, but there was something about him degrading you that was so addicting.

Your dress had bunched up around your waist as you let him fuck into you. He almost felt like he was to much to take, but you were determined. You’d been daydreaming about this moment this whole year. Needing to feel him however he wanted to give it to you.

He looked between the two of you, to see your cream running down his length and making a mess on his pelvis. He was glad that you didn’t hate him. When it all first happened it’d been hard. The two of you getting close to splitting up, but somehow you managed to stick it out.

He’d felt like a piece of shit for putting you in that position. Not like it had been the first time, but after you got pregnant with Little Chris he’d done such a good job at staying out of trouble until he got cocky. Fucked around too much. It was okay. He was out now. You were back in his arms and on his dick. That was all that mattered.

Now he had your name tattooed to his chest because you’d be his girl forever. He wanted to grow old with you. Wanted to put more of his babies in you. He’d get his shit together and give you that ring he’d had hidden in his Ma’s house since last year. Then give you that big wedding he knew you wanted. That you deserved.

Just the way you were moaning while riding him was letting him know you deserved the world. He needed to treat you right. First, though, he needed to dick you down properly.

He got up still inside of you making you squeal. “Chris!” You squealed.

He chuckled before getting back onto the bed. He needed to feel your perfect cunt creaming for him over and over again while you withered underneath him. “Daddy!” You cried as he slammed into you again.

“That’s it, Bitch. Take this dick. Bet you didn’t even think about any other man, huh.”

You gasped as he rammed into you. You did love how he made you take him. How he stuffed you with his thick cock without any mercy. “Never! This is yours. I’m yours. This pussy is yours!”

“I’m gonna fill you up with my cum. Did you stop taking your birth control like I told you?” His voice broke and you could tell he was so close.

His chain was dangling in your face. You don’t know what came once you as you put your mouth on it. You nodded looking into his bright blue eyes. You clawed at his muscular shoulders, needing something to hold onto as your orgasm finally crashed onto you.

It didn’t even stop. The way he was fucking you through it made you swear that you could feel him in your stomach. All you could do was take it like he’d told you to. It was all you wanted.

“Daddy’s gonna put another baby in this pussy.” His hips stuttered, losing the rhythm he’d built up since now that you’d cum all he wanted was to flood your pussy with his seed. “You wanna give daddy another baby? Want me to fuck my baby into you?””

You nodded all blissed out, but still taking it because you wanted to be a good little wifey. “Get me pregnant,” you cried, falling back against the pillow with the taste of metal on your tongue.

It was like music to his ears and the final push he needed to finally reach his breaking point. He went in so deep as he finally unloaded into you. Painting your walls with his thick cum.

His Ma was gonna kill him and rightfully blame him for the two of you being late, but he couldn’t resist finally being with you after this long. He promised he’d get his shit together this time. Now that he’d hopefully have two babies to take care of. He didn’t want you to have to worry about anything ever again. He’d make sure you’d never have to lift a finger.

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[libraryofloveletters]

Ok blurb concept, reader is Eddies sister who works as a kindergarten teacher (just like bundle of beautiful sunshine) but Eddie said Buck isn’t allowed to date her like at all. And they just are secretly dating and Eddie goes to Bucks apartment for a surprise bro night but Buck and Y/N going at it on the couch and Eddie just walks in and... yeah... sorry if that’s hells specific!

-A💕

Sisters & Misters 

Evan Buckley x Diaz!Reader, Eddie Diaz x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Fem!reader, kissing, alcohol consumption, mentions of drugs and sex toys, sibling disagreements, arguments, tears, one or two swear words

Category: Angst/fluff

Word Count: 6.2k

Author’s note: this is a longggg one, anyway enjoy! this one’s for you A <3

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Her heels click on the concrete floors as she enters the station. 

“Edmundo?!” her voice carries through the entire station. 

All eyes were on the man sitting at the table. His head perks up at the sound of her voice, eyes going wide. “Oh fuck. Buck, stall her, I’ll explain later.” Eddie pushes the chair back and walks towards the bunks, leaving his best friend to deal with the woman looking for him. Buck’s eyes flicker between the room and then the stairs, surely Eddie had a good reason for his sudden disappearance. 

Jogging down the stairs, he comes face to face with a woman. He took a moment to admire her, a simple black top tucked into a skirt with a floral pattern. A pair of black heels tying the look together. To say she was breathtakingly beautiful would be an understatement. 

“Eddie's in the shower. Can I help you?” Buck asks the woman who was now looking him up and down. 

“You are?” 

“Evan Buckley, call me Buck” a smile on his face. 

“Is my brother really in the shower or is he hiding from me?” the amusement audible in her voice.

“If I tell you the truth, what are you gonna do?” 

“Depends. Why did he have Abuela pick up Chris from school ?”

“I- uh, I don’t have the answer to that.” 

The woman hums, Buck glances back at the kitchen. “Is he up there?” she asks him and before Buck can answer, she pushes past him and makes her way upstairs. 

“You can’t be up here- never mind” Buck doesn’t bother chasing after her when he sees her approaching her brother. Eddie shot Buck a glare, Buck mouths a ‘sorry’ before taking a seat on the couch.

He can hear bits of the conversation. She’s yelling at him for having Abuela pick up Christopher when she specifically told him that she would do it. Eddie tries to reason with her but she doesn’t listen to him. Buck watches the two of them and smiles to himself. The Diaz siblings remind him a lot of him and Maddie when they were younger- even up to now, they still bickered like children. Her hand stretched out, seeming like she was waiting for Eddie to give her something. He then reaches into his pocket, fishing his keys out and giving them to her. A smile on her face, she kisses his cheek and turns towards the stairs. 

“Nice to meet you Buck” smiling at the man on the couch, she makes her way down the stairs. 

Buck mumbles a bye when he can feel Eddie’s eyes on him. “What was that about?” Buck leans back on the couch, looking at his friend. Eddie sighs and shakes his head, sitting on the couch beside Buck. 

“That was my sister, y/n” 

“I gathered that much” 

“She’s off work today and said she’d pick up Chris from school but she had to take her car into the shop. She was running late and I called Abuela to pick up Chris. I didn’t exactly tell her about the change in plans so she was kind of shocked when she showed up and saw Abuela there with Chris.” 

Buck chucked, “what does she do ?” 

“She’s a kindergarten teacher. She works at the school down the street from my place- Chris’s old school” 

“Hm that’s cool but why did she take your keys ?” 

“Oh, yeah. Her car is still in the shop. She took my truck so I'm gonna need a ride home tonight” he gives his friend a small smile. Buck laughs and nods, “yeah, I got you” 

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Eddie and Buck were on the way to Eddie’s house. The two men stopped for pizza per request of Christoper. After Eddie’s sister left the station, she picked up Chris and went back to Eddie’s place. 

Eddie walked in first, Buck followed him in. “Buddy! I’m home!” Eddie calls for Chris, he glances at you laying on the couch. You didn’t realize that Eddie hasn't come home alone so your attention was still on the tv. Eddie leaves Buck in the living room and walks to Christopher’s room. 

Buck puts the box of pizza on the coffee table, that’s when you realized he was there. Pulling your legs back towards your side of the couch, you sit up. 

“Hey” you smile at the man now sitting on the other side of the couch. 

“Hi” he returns the smile. 

“How was work ?” you ask as you get up off the couch 

“It was fine, just a regular day.” His eyes follow you as you walk into the kitchen. You had discarded the heels and changed from your top and skirt, now in a pair of basketball shorts and a t-shirt, you seemed more relaxed. 

“Do you want a beer ?” calling for him, he shouts back a yes. Buck makes his way to the kitchen, you hand him a bottle and turn to the drawers. “Where’s the opener?” mumbling to yourself and tumbling through the drawer. 

Buck taps your shoulder, handing you an open bottle. Your brows furrowed, had he found the opener ? Buck picks up the other bottle and twists the cap off, you hum and mumble a thanks before hopping up on the counter. Eddie’s now in the living room with Chris, he tells him that he’d be right back with a plate.

Eddie opens the cupboard next to you, he glances at you. “Are those my clothes ?” 

“Mhm hm” taking a sip of your beer, your eyes were on Buck. He smiles at you and takes a seat at the kitchen table. 

“You went in my room ?” 

“I did. Is that an issue ? Do you have something to hide ?” 

“Obviously not” Eddie rolls his eyes. 

“Drugs ?” your question earns a smack to the arm from your brother. “Oh my god, sex toys?” you gasp, you know Eddie would shout at you for that one. 

“Y/n! Shut up! Chris is right there” 

“You didn’t say no.. but good for you” Eddie groans in annoyance, Buck on the other hand, chokes on his beer when you congratulate your brother on his alleged sex toy. Eddie shoots you a glare and goes to the living room to help Chris with the pizza. 

“So, you” turning your attention to Buck, “do you have siblings ?” 

“Yeah, a sister. Maddie.” 

“Oh yeah, Ed’s told me about her. She’s the one dating um- what’s his name ?” 

“Chimney ?”

“Yeah! That’s it!” Buck smiles at you. Eddie returns to tell you that the pizza is going to get cold if you don’t eat it soon. You and Buck pause your conversation and go to eat. The rest of the evening was spent with the 3 guys, Christoper tells you about all the times he and Buck hung out. Eddie and Buck also tell you about the first time they met, how Buck was jealous - he claims he wasn’t- and how they pulled a grenade out of a man. 

“Alright buddy. Time for bed” Eddie turns to Chris who is now groaning. “Ten more minutes dad” he looks at his father, his best pout on his face. Eddie smiles at his son, ruffling his hair before kissing the top of his head. “Come on, you’ve got school in the morning. Buck’ll come back another day and hang out.” Eddie reasons with him, Chris looks at Buck. 

“Promise you’ll come over this weekend ?” 

“Yeah, of course” he smiles at Chris. Chris gives Buck a hug and then comes over to you and gives you one too. “Sleep well kiddo” kissing his cheek, you smile at the little boy as he goes to meet his father in his room. 

Once again, it’s just you and Buck in the living room. Breaking the silence, you speak up first. “You’re good with him” 

“It’s not hard. He’s a great kid” 

“Can I-” “Are you-” the sentences cut each other off. “You first” you smile at him, he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. Letting a sigh, he glances towards the hallway. “Can I get your number ?” 

“Oh I actually have a boyfriend” 

“Oh you’re- oh god. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were dating-” “Buck, I'm kidding.” biting the inside of your cheek to hold back a laugh, Buck visibly relaxes. He hands the phone to you, letting you put your number in his phone. 

When Eddie returns from Christoper’s room, he stops and watches you and Buck on the couch. Buck’s arm draped over the back on the couch, his hand on your shoulder. You were leaning into Buck’s side, your arm on his thigh, propping yourself up. To a stranger, the two of you would pass as a couple. 

Eddie wasn’t pleased at all. 

“Buck, it’s pretty late, isn't it?” He asks, stepping further into the living room. Buck raises a brow, Eddie seemed to be in a hurry to get him out of there. You on the other hand, knew exactly what your brother was playing at. It was pretty late and both he and Eddie had a shift the next morning but Eddie had his own reason for wanting Buck to go. 

“You know what?” you sit up, “I'll watch Chris tomorrow and I'll swing by the station to see you” you tell Eddie, but that last part about swinging by the station was directed to Buck. 

“Carla’s coming tomorrow” Eddie gives you a look, he also knew what you were playing at. 

“Give her the day off. It’s Saturday and I'd love to spend the day with my nephew.” giving you brother a look, he knew you weren't going to back down so he gave in. 

“Yeah, um- I'll get going” Buck stands, he looks back at you on the couch and smiles. “See you tomorrow” once again, a statement said to Eddie but directed to someone else- you. 

When Buck stepped out, Eddie turned to you. “I know what you’re thinking” he says, a confused expression on your face. “And what am I thinking?” 

“You like him.” Eddie sits beside you. 

“Mhm hm” 

“Y/n, don’t.” 

“Eddie, I'm not a baby anymore. You don’t have a say in who I date.” 

“First of all, I'm your brother, I will always have a say. Buck- he’s my friend but he doesn’t exactly have the greatest track record with women. I don’t want you to get hurt, so just don’t. Okay ?” he pleads, you nod. 

“Okay.” you smile at your brother, he leans down and kisses the top of your head. 

Of course, you just tell him what he wants to hear and deep down, he knows that too. When you want something, you always get it, one way or another. 

Buck wouldn’t be the exception. 

---- 

Eddie sees Buck in the locker room when he arrives at work, he heads straight in so he’d have a chance to talk to Buck before work. “Hey man” Eddie smiles at his friend when he walks in. “Hey Eds, what’s up?” Buck returns the smile when he shut his locker door. 

“I wanted to talk to you about something,” Eddie shoves his bag in his locker, his back now pressed up against the lockers. Buck was almost 90% sure he knew where this conversation was going but he hummed, waiting for Eddie to say something. 

“You and y/n seemed comfortable on the couch last night” 

“What ?” Buck laughed, he was just sitting beside her. What the hell was Eddie going on about? 

“The arm on the back of the couch, her leaning on you” he says, like that was so obvious. 

“Dude, my arm was just resting there. I sit beside you like that” he gives him a ‘are you serious’ look. 

“Hm” Eddie turns back to his locker, Buck’s face twists into a confused look. 

“Hm? What was that ‘hm’ about?” he asks the man across from him. 

“Nothing” Eddie mumbles, Buck knows Eddie better than he thinks. That ‘hm’ wasn't nothing, it obviously meant something. 

“Eddie, c’mon man. What is it?” 

“You want the truth ?” Eddie shifts to face his friend. 

Buck nods, “always.” Eddie lets out a sigh before he speaks. “She’s my little sister, man and you’re my best friend, you know that” he reaches out, his hand on Buck’s shoulder. “You don’t make the best choices when it comes to relationships and when you do, they tend to leave.” Eddie’s words sunk into the deepest parts of Buck’s heart, he was right- but god did the words hurt. 

“Y/n, she’s young- naive. She doesn't know what she wants and I just don’t want to see her hurt you, and I definitely don’t need you to hurt her either.” 

“Eddie, just say it.” Buck’s head tilts slightly, a small sigh slips past his lips. 

“If you know what’s good for you- both of you, you’ll stay away from her. I won’t allow you to date her.” Eddie tells him, Buck can’t help but laugh. Eddie’s brows furrow, a scowl present on his face. 

“What ?”

“You ‘won’t allow it’? She’s not 12.” he chucked, “I think she’s more than capable of making her own choices.” 

“No, she isn’t but she’s still my sister- and it’ll always be my job to protect her, even if that means protecting her from you.”  

“Are you kidding me ? Protect her from me? Eddie, do you hear yourself ? You act like you’re going to hurt her.” he huffed. 

“One way or another, it’s gonna end with her being hurt and honestly no one-” Eddie cuts his sentence short.

“No one what?” 

“No one is good enough for her, not even you.” and with that, Eddie walks out of the locker room. Buck can’t believe the words that just left his mouth- that last line running through his mind over and over again. 

“Not even you.”

Buck decides that he’d do what was asked of him for once and stay away from you. A crush wasn’t worth ruining his friendship with Eddie over. His phone buzzes in his pocket, pulling it out, he checks who it is. Speak of the devil herself. 

To Buck: Hey, you free tonight ? 

From Buck: Listen I don’t think I should talk to you. It's not you, it's me. 

To Buck: Bullshit

To Buck: It’s neither of us. It’s Eddie and his lack of ability to keep his mouth shut. 

From Buck: He's my friend and your brother. I don’t want to cause problems for us or between the two of you. 

To Buck: Buck, that’s very sweet of you but I'm an adult. I make my own choices even if Eddie isn't happy with them and if he isn't, well that’s just too bad for him. 

From Buck: I understand 

To Buck: So lemme ask again, are you free tonight ? 

From Buck: Yeah, is 7 okay ? 

To Buck: 7 is perfect, I'll see you then 

---- 

A few months has passed, you and Buck are happily in a relationship. Most days together were spent outside of LA, sometimes you’d go to the beach or venture into the little parks or hideaways you’d pass when you’re on the freeway. 

That man meant the world to you but it didn’t feel right sneaking around behind your brother’s back but of course you knew that you couldn’t tell him. 

Today was a normal day for you and Buck, an afternoon spent at some farmer’s market you had wanted to go to and Buck had the day off so he joined you. He was driving back into the city when he looked over at you. 

“Do you wanna go back to my place?” he asks, his hand on your thigh. Your hand rested on top of his, your thumb gently rubbing back and forth. A small hum slips past your lips, Buck takes the noise as a yes and heads back to his place. 

The moment you arrived at his place, you were up the stairs and dropped yourself on his bed. You had been here enough to know where everything was. Buck’s footsteps were loud, his shoes hitting the steps as he made his way up. There was some shuffling and then he dropped onto the bed with you. 

“Hey” he smiles, shifting back onto the pillows.

His back is resting against his pillow that was resting against the headboard of the bed. You on the other hand, were laid face down onto the mattress, you mumbled something when he said hi that he didn’t quite catch. 

“Come here” his leg nudged your shoulder and that’s when you lifted your head to see him against the pillows. Pushing yourself up, you moved over to Buck. Your head on his chest, hair sprawled across his shirt. His arm was wrapped around your body, holding you close to him almost if he let you then you wouldn't be there anymore. The shoulder of your top had fallen from your shoulder when you moved, Buck’s fingers replacing the warmth it provided, adding a different version of warmth. His fingers traced small patterns against your skin, your arm draped over his torso. 

“You know I love you” he whispers, looking down at you. A smile on his face when you look up at your lover, a smile on your face too. “I know, I love you too” 

Buck leans down, his forehead almost touching yours. You met his gaze, watching as his eyes slowly flickered from your eyes down to your lips and then back up again. Leaning in closer, as your lips meet, Buck gently pulls you closer, his hand cupping your cheek and his thumb rubbing affectionately against your jaw. His other hand rested on your waist, you were leaning up, it was uncomfortable for you to keep leaning like that so you shifted yourself onto his lap. Hands coming up to his shoulders, moving to the hair at the nape of his neck. 

Buck pulled away first, his lips moving from yours to your cheek and down towards your neck. A small hum slips past your lips as Buck’s lips reach the little spot at the base of your neck. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer, his body now pressed against yours. Once more, kisses are being pressed around your skin, up to your jaw and back down to your collarbone. You lean back slightly, Buck’s arms holding you from falling back. 

That’s when you see him. Wide eyed and arms folded. 

Your body stiffens up, sitting up straight. Buck doesn't seem to notice the change in your position, he's made his way down to your chest. 

“Buck?” 

“Hm?” 

“Is that Eddie behind me ?” 

The mention of Eddie caused Buck to pull away. He glances over your shoulder to see Eddie standing by the top of the staircase. “Uh- yeah” he mumbled, loosening his hold on you. Getting up off Buck’s lap, you turn to Eddie. 

“How long have you been there?” 

“Long enough to realize that you two aren't just friends” 

“Why are you even here?” you question him again 

“Came to see if Buck wanted to watch the game but clearly, he has other plans - like sleeping with my sister even after I told him not too” his voice raises, he starts walking towards the bed. Your hand pushes against Eddie’s chest, pushing him away from Buck’s bed. 

“What are you gonna do ? Beat him up for kissing me ? I’m a grown up Eddie. Stay out of my business.” 

“Your business ? You’re sleeping with my friend!” 

“Your friend, also happens to be my boyfriend you ass!” you smack your hand against his chest. The anger visible on Eddie’s face and the confusion visible on Buck’s face, the undeniable tension building by the second. 

“Go,” you look at Eddie, pushing him back towards the stairs. “Get out” 

“What ?” 

“Get out.” 

“This isn’t your place, don’t tell me what to do-” “it’s as much her place as it is mine and if she wants you to leave, then you should.” Buck pipes up for the first time during that whole conversation. He gets up off the bed, his arm over your shoulder, holding you close to him. 

Eddie couldn't believe the audacity of the two of you. 

His sister and his best friend. The two people he thought would listen to his concerns, ganging up on him and forcing him out. 

“Yeah, okay.” He turns and makes his way to the stairs, looking back once more at them, “this won’t end well.” 

They watch as Eddie walks down the stairs, the door opening and then slamming shut. A heavy sigh before turning to Buck, the sadness evident on your face. “Oh baby, come here” His arm pulls you into his side. Arms around his torso and your face buried in his chest, his hand gently rubs your back.

Sure, you might have just yelled at Eddie but he was still your brother. He only did what he did with good intentions. Why did things have to be so complicated? 

“What are we going to do?” mumbling, face still buried in his chest. You feel him sigh, “whatever you want to do baby. It’s your choice.” 

“All the pressure on me? Great, thanks so much Evan.” you joke, he chuckles lightly. 

“No, baby. He’s your brother and I know how much he cares about you. Plus your relationship with him is important, so you should do what you think would be best for you, I’ll understand” 

“Are you sure ?” you lean back into his arms, looking up at him. 

“Of course. If you want to stick it out, I can deal with the cold shoulder at work if I really need too but if not, we can...” 

“End things?” you finish his sentence for him, he hums. 

Untangling yourself from him, you sit on the bed. Buck moves and sits next to you. His hand holding yours, fingers intertwined. “I don’t want to lose you” you say quietly, he answers, “I don’t want to lose you too.” There’s a pause in the conversation before Buck speaks up again. “But, I also know that you don’t want to lose him either.” 

“Buck, what are you saying?” glancing at your boyfriend, he gives you a small smile, a sad one nonetheless. 

“I think we should end things.” 

“Buck-” you breathe, “y/n, please. I get what Eddie is trying to do, he’s protecting you the only way he knows how. I’d do the same for Maddie in a heartbeat. I also know that Maddie would do anything to make sure we were okay, no one comes between us- and you two are the same way. So, if ending things is the only way to make sure that you don’t ruin your relationship with your brother, then that’s what we’ll do.” his hand squeezes yours softly. You can feel the tears welling up by your eyes threatening to fall. 

“Are you sure this is what we should do ? Are you okay with this?” 

“Y/n, I'll always be here for you. It’ll always be you” he smiles, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, you smile too. 

“C’mon, I'll walk you down” the two of you get up, hands still holding one another, walking down the stairs and to the door. Turning to look at him, he pulled you back to him, his arms embracing you in a hug- a hug that didn’t feel like a ‘see you later’ but rather a goodbye. 

“I love you, always.” he whispers to you, kissing your temple. You sniffle, holding back tears. “I love you” leaning back into his arms, your hand cups his cheek, your thumb delicately rubbing over his cheekbone. After what felt like forever, you opened the door and stepped out. One last look at him, you muster up as best of a smile as you could. 

“Bye Buck” 

“Bye y/n.” 

You manage to hold it together until you get to the car, the tears that were threatening to fall upstairs were now falling and the reality of what just happened now settling in and felt heavy upon your shoulders. Upstairs, with his back against the door, a similar scene unfolded. Buck made his way back up to his bed, laying down as his arm stretched out to the right side- the side where you were supposed to be but you weren’t. He too, was now feeling the weight of what had just happened and suddenly his apartment started to feel a little bigger and a lot less like home. 

---- 

Over the next few weeks, Eddie starts to notice a change in both his little sister and his best friend. 

You weren't your normal bubbly self. You went from rainbows and sunshine to grey clouds and rainy days. The witty remarks that typically bit Eddie in the ass after saying something stupid came to a halt, the random visits to hangout with your two favourite boys had stopped. It was hard to get you out of your apartment unless you were absolutely needed. 

Buck on the other hand, was quiet. Which of course was strange because he’s Mr. talkative. The same guy that was running head fire into fires and collapsing buildings now waited for instructions. He also didn’t blurt out random facts or babble on about natural disasters. Surely, he still hung out with Eddie and Chris after work but it wasn't the same, Eddie could sense the change in him- Chris noticed too. 

Was he the reason for the change ? He knew that the two of you had ended things and admittedly, he had been pleased when he first found out. Then he started to notice the changes in you and now Buck, things weren't the same. He hadn’t realized how much you two meant to each other until he saw you apart. 

Eddie had the day off, he and Chris were headed to the beach for the day.  it was such a nice day so he thought why not see if you were up to it. 

From Eddie: headed to the beach with Chris for a bit. Wanna join us ? I know he misses his tia 

To Eddie: not really in a beach mood today 

Form Eddie: you don’t have to do anything, just hang out with us.

To Eddie: fine, I'll see you there. 

You weren't the only one Eddie texted. 

To Buck: headed to the beach with Chris for a bit. Wanna join us ? 

From Buck: kinda busy today man, maybe another time ? 

To Buck: sure you can’t squeeze it in ? I know he misses you 

From Buck: okay fine, I'll probably have to leave early tho 

This was the only way he could think of. He knew if he had told you both to just come over, it wouldn't end well. You would have seen Buck’s car or Buck would have seen yours but the beach was a big place, with a big parking lot so there was so way either of you would notice, right? The entire drive over, he kept thinking about how he hated seeing you like this. You were his sister and all he’s ever wanted was for you to be happy. Buck was his best friend, his partner- things weren't right if they weren't okay. If he was the only thing standing in the way of your two, then he would make it right. 

You arrived first, laying on the sand on top of a beach towel. The heat of the sun beating down on your skin until something blocked the sun. Opening your eyes, your brother stood in front of you with your nephew beside him. 

“You’re blocking my sun” 

“Nice to see you too sis” Eddie rolled his eyes, shutting the bag down beside you. 

“Hey buddy” you sat up, Chris sat beside you on the sand. “Hi” he gave you a big smile, the kind that warmed your heart. Eddie made himself comfortable on the other side of Chris, the two men turned their attention to the sand, Christoper deciding that he would build the most amazing sand castle known to man - his words of course. Half way through the sand castle, Eddie was tumbling through the bag for something. 

“What are you looking for ?” turning onto your side, you look up at him. 

“Forgot the sunblock in the car, I don’t want Chris to burn. I’ll be back, watch him ?” 

“Mhm of course” you hum, rolling back onto your back. One more glance at Christopher, he was happily building away, brushing away the sand from around the castle and adding towers. Your eyes shut and once again, the heat of the sun beating down against your skin. The warmth was comfortable, so much so that it was putting you to sleep, you just had to keep yourself awake long enough for Eddie to return from the car. Chris was humming a song, you couldn't quite place where you had heard it but you knew that you knew it. 

Suddenly, the warmth vanished. sitting up, you turned with the intention of asking your brother why he kept blocking the sun but when you turned, you were met with someone else- Buck. 

“What are you doing here ?” you ask him. 

“Eddie invited me.” he sits beside Chris, leaning over to give him a high five when Chris tells him about his plans for his sandcastle. 

Returning to your original position, your back sinking into the sand- all of the possible things that could have resulted in this situation ran through your head. 1. Eddie forgot that he invited both of you hence both of you being here. 

2. Eddie intentionally invited you both here.

3. Eddie’s just an idiot that didn’t care about how this would make either of you feel so he invited you both. 

All of which were very much possible. You can hear Eddie calling for Christoper as he makes his way back over to the 3 of you. A small smile on his face when he sees the 3 of you- you knew that look all too well, he was up to something. 

“Hey Buck” he smiles at his friend, sitting between the two of you. 

Propping your elbow up, you lean up and exchange glances with Buck- both of you equally confused as to why Eddie had both of you here. Eddie noticed the glances but Chris on the other hand, was happily rebuilding his castle as a wave had washed away a part of it. 

“Eds, what’s going on ?” asking him, your brows furrow

“What do you mean ?” his head tilts, a hint of amusement mixed with the confused look on his face. 

“She means, why are we both here when you were dead set on keeping us apart” Buck chimes in. 

Eddie hums, the conversation drops. Eddie takes a deep breath and lets it out as a sigh, looking at you before looking at Buck. “You know all I ever wanted was for you to be happy.” Eddie reaches for your hand, now holding it. “I know, I always say no one is good enough for you and I still think that- I always will because I see you as a literal angel, y/n. You have always been my perfect little sister who no one was ever good enough for- but I’ve been stupid. So incredibly stupid.” he sighs 

“What are you going on about ?” you ask, not that you minded but you were so confused as to what brought on the sudden outpour of love. 

“I hadn't ever seen you as happy as you were when you were with Buck. I know you told you to stay away from him but I shouldn't have- it wasn’t my place to do that. Sometimes I forgot that you’re an adult now and you’re capable of making your own choices” Eddie glances at Buck, thinking back to their conversation in the locker room. 

Eddie now turns to Buck, “if you make her happy and she makes you happy, who am I to stand between the two of you? you both now how much you mean to me and to Christoper” he looks towards Chris, “if you promise to treat her well and take care of her, then we’re good.” 

“I do” Buck smiles at Eddie, the joy evident on his face. So much for a subtle reaction. You weren't sure if you bought it- the whole ‘if you make each other happy’ shit that Eddie just said. 

“Do you mean that ?” your brother looked back towards you, he nodded. “Of course. Your happiness is all that matters y/n. I trust your judgment and I trust buck, I know he’d treat you well.” he gave your hand a small squeeze. You hummed, Buck gave you a smile. 

Getting up and brushing the sand from your legs, you walk toward Chris and crouch down beside him. Eddie and Buck watch, Chris laughs at something you say, a smile on both you and him. Chris gets up, his hand in yours as the two of you walk towards the edge of the water. You stood behind him, your arms looped around him to hold him. The two of you laughed as the water splashed against your legs. 

Some time rolled by and Chris was now tired. “How about we head home and we can watch a movie ?” he nods and you look back at Eddie, giving him a look. He comes over and picks Chris up, the little boy wrapping his arms around his dad. Buck picked up the stuff Eddie had brought and the 4 of you headed towards the cars. 

When you get home, Chris decides that he wants to watch Hotel Transylvania and obviously you agree. You’ve seen this movie a million and one times because your class loves this movie. You and Chris settle in on the couch, he cuddles into your side as your arm comes up and wraps around him. Eddie and Buck were in the kitchen trying to decide what to order for dinner. Before they could decide, you were calling for Eddie to come get Chris - lil man had fallen asleep on you not even 15 minutes into the movie. 

“He’d be more comfortable in bed” you tell your brother as he comes over to pick Chris up and carry him to bed. Once Eddie picks him up, you head to the kitchen. Buck leaning against the counter, a beer in one hand and the other hand on the counter. 

“Are you just not going to talk to me ?” he calls out, you were leant into the fridge, getting yourself a beer. “What do you want me to say ?” you ask, “you really believe all that shit ?” 

“What ? That he wants you to be happy ? Yeah, I do.” 

You scoff and shake your head. Buck might be Eddie’s best friend but you knew  him better than Buck did. Eddie said what you wanted to hear the most, he just wanted to see if you did what he wanted you to do. Buck’s hand grabs yours, pulling your body close to his. One of his arms was now wrapped around your waist, flipping you so now you were stuck between him and the counter. 

“Y/n, why can’t you just take what's in front of you as the answer ?” 

“Buck, I'm literally a teacher. It’s my job to look into the problem. Isn't that part of your job too ? 

“No- well yes, but that’s not the point right now. The simplest answer is often the right one and if Eddie thinks we'd be happy together and he gave us his blessing- which I know was important to you, then why can’t you just be happy?” 

Hands coming up and resting on his chest, you sigh. Buck smiles, it felt good to have you back in his arms- he never wanted to let go. 

“Y/n” he starts, 

“Don’t say it” warning him, you look up at the stupid grin on his face. 

“I love you” he says with a smile. 

“Damn it Buckley.” 

“What ?” 

“Now I have to say it back huh ?” you joke, Buck’s face twists into a look of shock and amusement. 

“Y/n!” he pinches your waist softly, you laugh.

“I love you too” 

“Yeah, that’s what I thought” Buck’s hands on your waist pull you closer- you didn’t even realize that was possible. Warmth blossoming in your chest as Buck leant closer, lips brushing against each other as if it was the first time all over again. The smell of your perfume was intoxicating and brought butterflies to his stomach- never did he think he’d have the chance to kiss you again. The moment his lips touched yours again, it felt like everything was right again, like you had spent no time apart and nothing would ever change the way you felt about each other. 

Because in the end, what’s made for you will always find its way back to you. 

----- 

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[luniellar]

The Union: Chapter Two - Sebastian Stan X Chris Evans X Reader

Summary: This fictional story takes place between the three kingdoms that hold great power in the untouchable lands located in Europe. Despite the modern developments in the other countries, these three kingdoms, Callisto, Europa and Io, exist hidden from the rest of the world and embrace the cultural customs shared for centuries from the early human civilizations.

You are the daughter of the Europa Kingdom led by your father, King Jovian. This year you reached the fruitful age of 21, meaning that it’s finally time to fulfill your duty as the princess of Kingdom Europa. The arranged marriage between Kingdom Europa and Kingdom Callisto has been something that your father planned for a long time to finally bring peace between the three kingdoms. Whether you like it or not, you are the key piece to it all. King Stan of Callisto is who you will be sharing the honor of the arranged marriage. He is known by all as a man of savage fighting nature and very few words. You know there is no hope wishing for the passionate love your father and mother shared, but will you be able to bring peace to this land to fulfill your father’s last wishes?  

Link: Prologue | 1 | 2

Warnings: SMUT (18+ WARNING) & Language

Word Count: 1.8K

“Damn it,” he muttered. “You have no idea how long I waited for you.”

You pulled apart from his forehead in confusion. He continued to hold your hands against his lips. But as you looked up, he looked down at you meeting in the middle.

“You waited for me?” You confronted him and he made a shy smile back.

“I did.”

You waited for more.

“I waited three years for this moment. We were supposed to get married when you turned 18, but your father begged me to have you stay with him longer,” he admitted. “I don’t blame him, you are a beautiful sight to treasure.”

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as you felt the heat from your cheeks radiate around your body from the unexpected compliment. The sight of his body didn’t help with any of the feelings you were feeling right now. You wanted to kiss him again.

“I didn’t know…” You trailed off and he gently let your hand go.

“You really don’t leave that Castle of yours. I couldn’t even catch glimpses of my bride before the wedding.”

“I heard you were busy… I had no reason to be out if it wasn’t Europa business.”

“Is it bad if I admitted that I’m strangely turned on by that comment?”

You chuckled and he genuinely smiled at you. It was strange to see a hard exterior like his smile with so much heart. If they didn’t meet under these circumstances, what would it have been like? Would a guy like him even given you a chance?

“Yes, my king. That is quite strange,” you replied and he nodded.

“You can call me Sebastian,” he replied. “In return, I will also call you by your first name.”

“I don’t think I can do that.”

“I think you forgot that I was the King here.”

As you exchanged banter with him the space between you and him became non-existent. He looked down and moved the loose curls from your face. He gently kissed your forehead, cheeks, lips, chin, jaw and made his way to your neck. His stubble grazed on your exposed skin as he sucked in your skin with his teeth. A soft moan escaped your lips. He pulled away to admire the tender marking he left on your skin.

“Are you ready to do this?” He asked cautiously.

You came into this thinking that it was duty, but now your heart was desiring more. You wanted this more than you thought you did.

You nodded in response.

“You have to tell me,” he hesitated. “Once we start, I won’t be able to stop myself.”

“Yes. I want this.” You replied back, slightly scared of the words that left your mouth.

His bluish-green eyes got dark with lust as he started to tear the reception gown with his bare hands. The dress fell into pieces without any resistance against his strength. You watched as his biceps flexed effortlessly as the diamonds from your dress scattered across the carpet.

The cold air felt nice against your hot skin as you stood in front of him in a lacey white bra and matching panties. You watched him as he placed his against your skin for the first time. His warm, calloused hands grazed against your arms and traced the sides of your body with fire in his eyes. You were starting to realize what he meant by how he couldn’t stop himself.

In one motion, he picked you up and moved you to the bed. He pushed against you with his body until you were completely laying down on the satin sheets. His body was stretched over yours with one knee on the bed. He skillfully unclipped your bra and bowed his head and started to kiss your breasts. Another surprise moan escaped your lips as he moved on your nipple. You didn’t realize how sensitive your nipple was until he started to nibble on them with his teeth. Your reflexes went wild underneath his body and he quickly held your body in place with a firm grip.

“Relax,” he said in between the kisses on your nipples. “You need to relax.”

“Ah-” One moan after another escaped your lips as you gripped onto the sheets. Then, you felt a strange sensation between your thighs. His finger traced the wet outline of your panties before pushing a finger inside. Unfamiliar wet sounds came as he slowly moved his finger in and out.

“Mm, you are so wet.”

You couldn’t describe this feeling. There was a strange sensation of pain and bliss mixed together as he used his finger to explore your insides. Several times, you tried to push his hand away when it hurt more than it felt good, but he continued on until you felt all your muscles tense up and with a loud scream everything released.

“Your first orgasm officially belongs to me.”

He got up and quickly lowered his pants and briefs revealing a body part you never saw in person. Today was a day of many first. He was large and hard. You could see the thick veins bulging and eager. He made his way back over you and looked into your eyes. You felt the heat of his part radiating on your lower body.

“This is going to hurt, Y/N. Try to breathe.”

You closed your eyes and you heard him chuckle. His lips and tongue landed on yours as he slowly entered you. You screamed into this mouth and his mouth muffled the sound. Nothing but pain was on your mind as he invaded you with his part. You felt your insides crush as it didn’t know what to do with the foreign invader. You fiercely gripped his wrists as he settled in.

He pulled from the kiss and let out a string of profanities. “Fuck, you are so tight.”

You screamed at him like a deer that’s been shot through the throat. He looked down at you like a hunter admiring his dinner.

“My king,” you begged through the tears forming around your eyes. You felt warm liquid leak from your body. He quickly pulled out to check the crimson liquid that stained the white covers.

“I can’t wait any more…”

He drove his part back inside you as your body reacted like a fish out of water. You were both covered in sweat as he pushed deeper inside you with each thrust. You cried out with each thrust and started to feel lightheaded and exhausted. Tears and sweat dripped down your face. His body was too much to handle. You noticed as his breathing got heavier and harder. Sweat dripped from his body onto yours and his hot breath hit your skin.

“Fuck...”

He grunted as you felt a warm liquid enter your body. You blinked in and out of consciousness as you felt him move out of you and the warm liquid gushed out with him. Your eyelids became heavier and you barely caught his velvet voice somewhere between the real and the dream world.

“Sweet dreams, my queen.”

✧✧✧

Water.

You needed water. Blinking your eyes open, you dragged your body to the edge of the bed and reached your hands out towards the end table. Your hands felt a thin glass cup and you gulped the clear liquid down. Your dry throat rejoiced as the liquid traveled through your body. You felt like you were hit by a truck overnight as your body started to wake up.

Your eyes widened as the memories of last night replayed in your head like a broken film. You quickly searched across the white bed covers to look for the blood stains. You let out a sigh as you didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. The crisp white sheets looked as if it was new, it even smelled like a field of jasmine flowers.

There was no sight of the King around the suite. You were also wearing a white silk sleep gown that barely covered your body. It was very short and showed off your cleavage. You had no memories of putting this on. Did he put this on you last night?

There was a loud knock on the door and you hastily covered your body with the bed sheets.

“Queen Callisto, are you awake?”

The voice was not familiar to you, but you felt like you had to answer back. The sun was already coming into the room and you could only guess that you overslept.

“Yes! I’m awake!” You blurted back.

“Great, I’m coming in-”

“Wait- What- Hold on!”

The doors swung open before he could hear you finish protesting back otherwise. Duke Evans walked into the room and the moment your eyes met you saw his eyes shift towards the rest of your body. His face turned beet red and immediately turned his back.

“Oh gosh! Um- I’m so sorry!” He said as he stared at the doors with his back faced towards you. “I thought you were awake.”

Could this day start off any more embarrassing? You got up from the bed with the sheets draped over your body.

“No, no. It’s fine! I mean not fine, but I’m so sorry you had to see that.”

“The king is requesting your presence for an early dinner in an hour. He wanted me to drop and see if you were awake so he could send your servants in to get you ready.”

“Yes! I didn’t realize how late it was. Please send them in.”

“Right, I’ll send them in right away.” The Duke fidgeted with the door handles before eventually getting them open. He looked adorable from the back as he grunted like a little kid with his large muscular arms. Was it a requirement that all men of Callisto had to be so muscular and well built? With a loud thud the door busted open and he quickly darted outside.

- - - Evans POV

He stood outside the door of the king’s suite. His mind tortured him as it replayed the image of her innocent, flushed face staring back at him like a deer in headlights. He even remembered her milky skin and dainty fingers as she hugged the bed sheet close.

“Fuck,” he breathed softly.

He didn’t know how he got here. All he knew for certain was that he remembered her, but she didn’t remember him. Pushing his hand through his hair in frustration, he took a deep breath.

His watch vibrated on his wrist with a notification. He tapped on the ear piece in his ear to play the message.

“Was she awake?” Seb asked.

Tapping on his ear comms again, he replied. “Reply to Seb. She’s awake, I’m calling her servants now.” A flat note played confirming the message has been delivered.

He waited for another second at the door before walking off to the servant’s quarters.

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[anobscurename]

ocean eyes – chris evans

previous part: PART XIV — masterlist

concept: the second night at the hamptons. you finally confess your feelings, but in the only way you know how. the slowest of slow burns. part fifteen of many.

pairing: chris evans x reader

word count: 1,2k

warnings: fluff and angst, maybe tears (i cried)

author's note: this is it. this is the singular scene and song that inspired this entire story. this one is dedicated to @efferuse and billie eilish :)

An unhealthy coping mechanism, that was what it was.

You could acknowledge that, but when you knocked back another shot – unsure of whether it was tequila or vodka anymore – and became a little bit more numb, you knew it was a necessary evil.

It was your newfound secret to loosening up and being more at ease around them, in spite of that little stab of pain in your chest every now and then when you'd spot the tiny – to innocent bystanders – yet utterly monumental – to you – signs of affection between the happy couple. The loving smiles that crinkled the corners of his eyes, the hand holding, the protective cuddle of his arm around her...

You had other people to speak to, and to hold your attention, and it didn't hurt as much. But that night...

You had been known to sing around the house sometimes, and were a little adept at the ukelele. Chris had heard you playing late at night when he'd get home from set, singing softly to Dodger. It always made him smile a little to himself, not that you'd noticed. But you knew he knew about your little hobby, seeing as on more than one occasion he'd seen you playing on the couch and – sometimes – he'd even join you and just listen, Dodger's head on his lap. You hadn't minded then, but you certainly minded now when he brought it up.

"Can we get some music going?" Sebastian groaned, rifling through the cooler box you had all managed to drag outside to the fire pit.

Chris gave you a mischievous smile, and you already knew what was about to be said.

"No. No. Christopher Robert Evans–"

"I know a little someone who–"

"–I swear to God I will–"

"–can play the uke!"

"–castrate you!"

Both of you had been a jumble of trying to talk over one another, you threatening his very possibility for future children and him outing your hidden talent. Or lack thereof. There was a reason you didn't really play for large audiences.

But they hadn't heard you, they had heard only him, and soon enough, everyone was asking – no, begging – for one song, just one song.

Maybe the alcohol had made you compliant enough to say yes, or maybe you knew they'd never let it go – whatever the reason was, you retrieved the ukelele from your room and sat down in front of the firepit once more, completing the seated circle around the soft ember glow. You had brought it with you, because what's a beach house vibe without some uke?

A song to sing... You battled your mind, trying to find one, just a single song to sate the people. Your fingers absentmindedly moved along the chords as you thought and...

One look at Chris, a soft, encouraging smile on his lips, and suddenly the perfect song came to mind. Looking down and away, you cleared your throat, and began to strum.

And then, in the gathered hush of the backyard, fire crackling and ocean waves crashing in the distance, you began to sing:

I've been watching you

For some time

You glanced up, fingers dancing over the strings. You found yourself magnetically drawn to Chris' gaze.

Can't stop staring

At those ocean eyes

He was transfixed, your voice, the music, that look you were giving him. It was like there was no one else in the universe, just you, and him, and that song. He swallowed thickly, his heart heavy and pounding dully in his chest.

Burning cities

And napalm skies

Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes

You knew it was wrong, to be doing this. But no song was going to capture the emotion you felt, at that very moment. Not like this. This song was too perfect to let pass, unsung. A mirror to your mind.

Your ocean eyes

You finally managed to tear your own eyes away and take a quick glance at everyone else. They were watching, smiling, listening in hushed awe. Feeling like it was better to look down, you continued to play, teasing the melody from taut strings.

No fair

You really know how to make me cry

When you gimme those ocean eyes

You were staring blankly now, and although all eyes were on you, you only really cared about one pair, one pair of ocean blue eyes. But she was there, and she was kind, and beautiful, and she was who he belonged with. She was who he was with.

I'm scared

I've never fallen from quite this high

Falling into your ocean eyes

Those ocean eyes

It was almost magic, some deep impulse to look at him again. You were completely and utterly drawn to him. But he wasn't smiling anymore. He had a new look on his face, one you couldn't quite discern behind a heated gaze. But you had a song to finish, and that look could be puzzled through later.

I've been walking through

A world gone blind

You finally managed to look at her, and she was nodding along, smiling, blissfully unaware of your emotions. Of the meaning behind the words. Of why you had chosen this incredibly relevant song.

Can't stop thinking of your diamond mind

What was that look he was giving you? What did it mean? He seemed deep in thought, as if something was bothering him. His brow was creased, pensive and attentive, eyes flickering over every micro movement you made, piecing together a puzzle that he had never really thought to piece together before. A puzzle that had seemed unfathomable to him. Fuck, did he know? Well, it wasn't like you were being subtle. Not with a song all about falling for someone with ocean eyes, and his were as blue as they come. Oceanic. Ugh, why had you not just kissed him? It would've been less obvious. You hid your growing panic by continuing. Just make it through, and try not to look at him again. Simple...

Careful creature

Made friends with time

He left her lonely with a diamond mind

And those ocean eyes

Easier said than done, your eyes travelled to his, and they met, and suddenly, it was like an understanding was passing between the two of you. You weren't being dramatic. He knew. He knew, and your heart was aching, and it looked like he knew that too. He knew how you had felt. Still felt. And if you let yourself admit it... how you'd probably always feel. But not only that. One quick glance at her, and it was like she knew too. The smile was gone from her lips, and you felt a wave of nausea hit you like a ten ton truck.

The last chorus left your lips shakily, but no less beautifully, and you were quick to silence yourself when it was finally done, setting the uke aside.

Uproarious applause broke the stillness from the other guests, Chris smiling tensely and clapping softly, but she didn't move. Didn't even blink.

But in spite of all that, you couldn't help but remember the way he looked at you. That realization. That little twinkle of something deliciously mysterious and unknown in those ocean eyes.

The tears in your own eyes hadn't registered until now. But, like a dam spilling over from heavy rainfall, tears were streaming, and you couldn't stop them.

"{Your name?}" Chris said softly, leaning forward. He was barely audible over the chatter of the other guests – who, after the conclusion of the song, had gone back to their idle drunken conversations – but you heard him. Concern laced his voice, evident in his eyes, his furrowed brow. "Are you okay?"

You waved him off dismissively, disguising your sniffle with a strained chuckle. "Yeah, just some smoke from the fire got in my eye."

You quickly stood, and used the replacement of your uke in your room as an excuse to exit the sudden tensities of the situation.

From the corner of your eye you saw Chris, worried, begin to rise – to check on you, no doubt – but she shot out a quick hand, lacing her fingers with his. She shook her head ever so slightly, but the intention was clear: don't go to her, stay with me.

Your heart sank with his silhouette as you watched him sit back down beside her, welcoming her into his arms as they looked out to the beach. His choice was clear. As was your rejection.

You shut your door behind you and cursed yourself for being so stupid. In what world was that a good idea? You basically serenaded him. You had finally given yourself away – truly, madly, deadly – and for what?

A mournful sob escaped your lips, one you fought to stifle with your hand to your mouth. Back pressed against the door, you sank to the floor, too weak to keep standing. Too weak to continue the charade.

And just like that, you broke.

You finally broke, because you knew you'd lost him.

Lost him, and his ocean eyes.

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[optimistic-dinosaur-nacho]

Chris Evans HC

Chris Evans Headcanons

Dating/Marrying Chris Evans as an actress/actor would include:

The first time you two met was at the Oscars 

He wore his red velvet suit

You bumped into his brother but you didn’t realize it was the Scott Evans so technically you talked about Chris who looked breathtaking in his suit to his brother

You happened to be in the next row in front of Chris.

You were nominated for Best Actress and you won the award

Chris came out beside you and helped you up the stairs like a gentleman he was

The after party, you ran into Scott and Chris

You apologized to the Evans bros when you commented on Chris

He didn’t mind it as he grinned at you and cheers to your Oscars

He follows your twitter

Doesn’t like them but he either retweets or replies to your opinions or thoughts

Chris asked you out after a few months of talking and hanging around LA

You joined Marvel

Playing a cool character that happened to take part in Steve Roger’s life

Fans using scenes in the movie for edits

You two take interviews together

People asking how you two met

“How did you guys meet?”

“I just accidentally told Scott that his brother was hot.”

Chris laughing

The Marvel Cast shipping you two all the way

You two are the party animals on set

Scarlett and Robert complaining about it

“Who’s most annoying or fun on set with you guys?” Jimmy asks.

“It’s very annoying when these two are in a room together. It’s like two toddlers who have sugar rush.”

You and Chris happen to leave Marvel

Chris happened to propose to you after a few years of dating, maybe just a few days after Knives Out was released

Fans expecting a film of you two together

Let’s just say they do get it

You and Chris take parts in a movie

Chris, of course already filmed Defending Jacob so you two took another movie

Doing a full 180

You two were set as a couple in the film

Intimate scenes (You might’ve gotten a few laughs out of them)

Chris was so reassuring during those things

“Is this okay?”

“Just put your hands wherever, bud, I don’t care! This is acting!”

“I don’t have to act how much I love you.”

Outside of your career let’s talk about you two alone

“I love you’s” all the way

Mostly every hour

Dog walks with Dodger

Dodger taking the middle of the bed, separating you and Chris.

“Hey, Bud, let Y/N move in more.”

Dodger doesn’t budge

“He hates me.”

But Dodger doesn’t

He just loves to be between you two

You and Chris began to plan the wedding

Your mother and aunts there to pick out a dress

Chris finding a suit

You planned the theme with Chris

You two maybe stayed up till 3 because of planning

You find the perfect dress

Your theme happened to be a secret by Chris because he had a surprise

Your bachelorette party was fun

Chris’ was just him and his friends

Oh! Your maid of honor was Scarlet because she supported you very well

The bride’s maids were some of the Marvel cast (You choose who) along with your sister (If you have one) and Chris’ sisters as well

Chris chosen his brother to be his best man. 

Dodger was the ring bearer

Lexi Rabe was your flower girl, who was happy to be there.

Robert, Anthony, Sebastian, Jeremy, Chris Pratt, Paul Rudd and Chris Hemsworth etc. were Chris’ groomsmen.

The wedding was huge

It happened to take place in Boston

You wore a beautiful dress, it was long at the back

Your mother cried, including your dad

Chris had gotten nervous so his cast men all encouraged him and gathered in a circle, making small jokes to cheer him up

The wedding was beginning

Your father held your hand

His hand gently grips yours

“Chris is a good man. I’m proud of you.”

You tried not to cry

“You’re gonna ruin my makeup, stop it.”

You two chuckling

After the bridesmaids go out with the groomsmen, you go out next.

Once you took a step out, you spot Chris at the end

Chris’ hand goes to his mouth as he watches you walk up

Scott’s hand gently lands on his shoulder

Chris tearing up

Reaching the end, your father gives your hand to Chris

He takes it into his and helps you up the stairs

Just like he did at the Oscars

You both saying your vows

Blah blah blah

You both take the rings from your best man and bride’s maid of honor.

Slipping on those damn gorgeous rings

You slip on his first, seeing the diamonds on the top of it shimmer. They were blue and they matched his eyes

He took out yours, repeating the words you didn’t even listen to because he was so breathtaking

Every girl’s dream to be married

Your thoughts go away when he stares deeply into yours and raises your knuckles up to his lips as he gently kisses them

Small awes in the crowd

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. Chris, you may kiss your bride.”

Those damn hands reaching up to your cheeks as he leans in.

Pulling you in, his lips crash onto yours

The family and cast all clapping and shouting

His cast men cheering louder causing Chris to chuckle on your lips

You and Chris leave the church to take wedding photos

Then after that, you two change for the party

You walk out first

Then Chris walks in

You would’ve cried right there because he was wearing the same tux you first saw him in at the Oscars

You two got your slow dance

Your family giving cheers and toasts

Robert being the comedian throughout his whole toast, making you and Chris laugh on how hard it was for Robert to work with them

Your mom slightly embarrassing you with childhood memories

You and Chris cut the beautiful cake

You two cut a piece and kind of make a mess on each other’s faces

“Hey, you got it on my boob!”

“Want me to get it off?” He smirks

You cleaned it off with a napkin

Chris holding Dodger in his arms as you dance with them on the floor

Posts everywhere

Happy content

Fans freaking out and sending out congrats!

~~~

Well that's it folks, finished painting my bedroom so now it needs to be put back together with furniture.

Thank you guys!

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[stripper-patrick]

China Doll 🎎Andy Barber

Part 1

Part 2

Warnings: smut, language, daddy kink, straight up nastiness, dom!Andy, face sitting, angst, protected, this is a 2 parter

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou @eclecticblkgirl

Relationship: Andy Barber x black plus sized reader

Being an intern for Andy Barber was fun so far. In the year that I’ve worked here I’ve been treated with nothing but respect and to say my boss was eye candy was an understatement. Yet he’s married. Me and Andy have gained an amazing repertoire with each other becoming more so friends that boss and intern. It’s just his coworkers who have yet to respect me and I don’t wanna day anything because they have more seniority than I do and I don’t wanna damage my internship

“Blondie file these for me” Neal drops an entire stack of files on my desk on top of the stack I already have and by the looks of it I’ll be here all night. Neal was the one who hired me but I sort of migrated to working with Andy majority of the time. I cut him a side eye and he smirks staring at me with lingering eyes that don’t reside on my face, more so on my breasts. I wish I could slap that smirk off his face. He’s the only who calls me Blondie because he doesn’t see my intelligence yet if I weren’t smart I wouldn’t be an intern at the most prestigious law incorporation in the world.

“Don’t call me that Neal I’ve told you before” I stand my ground daring him to do it again with my fierce eyes.

“Blondie” he chuckles walking away from me and I groan rubbing my hands over my face.

I grab my midnight green iPhone 11 Pro Max and tap twice on it revealing the time. 7:32. I’ve been here for almost 10 hours. I stretch my neck rolling it and I stand up stretching allowing my shirt to to rise above my belly button showing my piercing. I let it fall and a door opens. That’s when I see Andy. Face long and tired but nonetheless he still works harder than ever.

“Hey China Doll I didn’t know you were still here” I nod. I’ve been told he calls me China doll because of my big pretty brown eyes. In Andy’s words not my own.

“Yea Neal is making me file all of these”

“Fuck him lets go to a bar” I chuckle at his jokes and vulgarity only to see he’s dead serious

“As much as I wish I could leave he’d fire on and this isn’t even a real job”

“Y/N I wouldn’t let him do that you’re my best girl here and frankly most hard-working” although this was true it’s something about the term ‘my best girl’ that leaves guilty butterflies floating in my stomach. Guilty because he’s married with a child “come on I’ll buy all your rounds” he smiles

“You don’t have to” I set down the files and grab my purse. I save and log out of my computer. Andy leads the way and I follow suit. He pulls the door open letting me go through before turning off the lights and locking up. We head outside to his Audi and my Lexus.

“I’ll follow you”

“Ok I know a bar just down the way” I nod and get in my car watching Andy get in his. I take a deep breath turning the engine. I’m really heading to a bar with my boss’s boss.

Me and Andy are about 2 shots in and we’re giggling like children “ok take a shot if you’ve ever been blackout drunk” I watch Andy grab his glass as I grab my last and he watches me turn the glass letting the acidic liquid glide down my throat. I grab a lime sucking on it to decrease the taste of the brown liquor.

“You’ve never been blacked out?” He had one more shot that hasn’t been touched meaning I lost the game. Now that I’m really looking at him he looks hot. Maybe that’s the liquor getting to my head but it’s just something about the way he looks at me that makes me feel hot. “No my friends have but I haven’t”

“You wanna know something?” I smile leaning forward unconsciously. He does the same mocking me with a playful smile.

“I didn’t think you were this laid back. I was honestly scared of you” I laugh hiccuping

“I get more laid back than this” he smirks with suggestive eyes that create a pool in my underwear “Can I tell you something?” He asks

“What?”

“I’ve been thinking about you since the day you walked through those doors” and that’s when it began. The room got hot and my cheeks were flushed with sexual blush. That’s when I realized I wanted him right then and there.

“Do you mind if we leave?” I ask

We bust through the door of my apartment and his hands are kneading my ass all while picking me up to wrap my legs around his hips. His soft lips are clad to mine and his perfect teeth graze at my bottom lip. I open my mouth inviting his tongue. The taste of tequila and mint consume me along with his powerful cologne that makes my knees buckle. Andy tears off my button down revealing the lacy red bra. He holds me up with one hand and the other moves to my hair pulling me back. He picks a broad stripe up my neck ending it with a hard duck making my clit jump.

He gets me to my bedroom laying me down and slithering up to my lips. I flip us around taking control as I kiss his neck. My skirt is hiked up to my waist and I pull it over my head throwing it on the floor. I grab the bottom of his shirt lifting it over his head discarding it with the rest of the clothes.

I feel how hard Andy is under me making me grind on him harder. He slaps the side of my ass. He grabs my throat pulling me down to his lips. He lets go of my lips with a smack and moves his lips to my ear kissing me softly “sit on daddy’s face” I couldn’t be wetter. With confidence I pull off my underwear and place both of my thighs on each side of his head resting my dripping pussy on his lips. Right off the bat Andy sucks my clit like a lollipop and my hands rest on top of his that are on my hips.

My body has a mind of its own as I rock against his hips. I look down at his steel blue eyes glimmering in the dim lamp light looking back at me. He lets out a beautiful moan and I bite my lip exhaling sharply. His tongue moves from my clit to my inside slurping me straight from the source. “Just like that” I moan. My right hand unclasps my bra taking it off and my other hand moves to his head keeping him steady as I ride his face. My moans get louder as he goes back to flicking my clit in a fast motion not hesitating to press his blunt nails into my hips holding me down.

Andy wraps his lips around my clit sucking on me like a leech. My vision becomes hazy, partly because the liquor is still in my system, as he keeps me in the same spot not able to move. My breath becomes more shallow and I try pulling off of his face feeling the pleasure become unbearable “it-it’s too much daddy it’s too much” I moan in a rushed tone He continues his assault until I’m screaming his name and cumming in his mouth. I hear his vulgar smacks and moans from under me making my body rock that much harder. Andy stops moving completely letting me ride out my orgasm on his face holding direct eye contact. This man is the devil.

Andy finally lets me go and he unlatches from me with a smack. I come off of his face watching his beard glisten and a smile on his face. “Fuck me please” I lean down kissing him tasting myself on his lips and tongue. My hand glides over his stomach grabbing his dick but he quickly grabs my hand flipping us around and pinning me to the bed. “Are you ready for it?”

“Yes daddy” Andy pulls down his boxers and he wasn’t lacking in neither width or length (I know y’all saw that Chris Evans leak😏). My jaw drops at his size and he chuckles “I haven’t seen that in a long time” he grabs a condom rolling it on getting prepared.

He starts with the head stretching me out a little. Now here goes the hard part. Andy keeps inching in me as I breathe through the pressure of my walls expanding accepting him gracefully. Once my clit is rubbing against his pelvis he’s fully inside of me, Andy starts off with small strokes along with peppering kisses along my face and jawline. “Faster daddy. Harder” he chuckles at my requests pulling out completely leaving me empty. Before I can demur he plunges back into me leaving my mouth wide open. Andy is rhythmic making sure I feel each and every inch when he reenters me with such passion. “Fuck you’re so tight. I gotta stretch that pretty little pussy out”

“Please stretch it out daddy fuck” my nails glide down his back which I know will leave marks. Andy’s hips ripple into mine with such force that drives my eyes to the back of my head. My jaw drops and Andy comes down kissing me with such passion if I were standing I’d be dizzy by now. He bites my lip still drilling me, my breathing is ragged and my moans are so loud my voice is getting hoarse “such a good little slut for me aren’t you princess”

“Yes yes yes” as he continues thrusting leading us both to the edge that wallowing coup de Grace is close to its mark. Andy wraps his hand around my throat squeezing to make me dizzy but I still have limited air. I bite my lip feeling his necklace hit the bottom of my chin. “Look at me when I make you cum” it’s damn near impossible but I manage to watch him. I grab the sheets and my body rocks as he pounds me through my soul shattering orgasm. Andy’s eyes close and he leans down placing his head in my neck never losing rhythm. “Fuck” he grabs the back of my neck pressing our foreheads together as he fills me with his seed mewling out. He starts slowing down once he’s bottoming himself out and comes to a stop leaving me sore but still very happy. Andy pulls out rubbing my clit making me jolt with how sensitive I am. He throws away the condom and lays next to me while I throw my arm across his chest. He cuddles me closer pushing me into a deep well needed sleep.

I feel the sun poking through my curtains and a raging headache that’s making me dizzy. I notice I’m extra warm and I feel an arm around my waist and something poking me in my butt. I look back seeing Andy asleep and I smile then my smile fades and turns into a horrible frown. I tap Andy’s shoulder and he stirs in his sleep before opening his eyes. His phone vibrates in his jeans and he gets up grabbing it. His face goes blank and he answers the call “hey Laurie”

My jaw drops and I drop my head in my hands. I feel nauseous. Andy ends the conversation and looks at me “did we have sex last night?”

It’s a silly question I can feel the soreness between my legs. I stand up out of bed nearly falling over again from how weak my legs are.

“We did and that was Lauie” he says running his hands over his face. I start panicking and sit back on the bed. Obviously it’s clear he sees it. Andy comes over towering over me. He gets down on one knee lifting my leg over his shoulder kissing it softly “Andy you’re wife just called and I know she’s worried sick- oh fuck” his plump lips wrap around my clit “Andy we can’t- oh god” my back arches and I grab his head with the intent to move him away but my hands bring him closer as my breathing picks up. My hips roll along his face and I bite my lip as he continues sucking on my clit like he didn’t just assault it last night. “Andy we’re gonna be late for work Jesus”

“Mhmm” he hums going deeper and using 2 fingers to work at my entrance. He curls those 2 fingers sucking on my clit and hitting my g-spot like no tomorrow until I’m left leaking on his tongue and crying out his name. My legs shake trying to close his head in yet I want him away as the overbearing pleasure dizzies me.

“That’s my girl” he moans cleaning me completely. Andy stands up and I lay back just staring at the ceiling “come on now we’re almost late” he winks

“Wait I need to get my car”

“Ok I’ll wait for you to get ready” and that’s just what he does. Occasionally his wife would call and he’d talk to Jacob before school but other than that he was right there.

I’m all ready and dressed in a tight dress and he grabs his jacket that he had on last night. We get in Andy’s car and he drives off to the bar around the corner. Just watching him drive made me want a round 2 but he had a family to go home to and though I’ve already done so I don’t wanna interrupt that. Yet I already have. The guilt feeling consumes me again making me nauseous and overly dizzy.

“Andy pull over” I wretch and he obliges. I open the door vomiting whatever little food I had the night before. I cough letting all of my contents out while feeling Andy’s large hand rubbing my back. Once I’m finished he pulls over to my car and hands me some water. I gargle it walking to the back of the car spitting it out. I go in my purse and grab a piece of gum “I’ll let you know when I make it to the office” I make it to my car and he opens the door for me.

“Ok and Y/N” I look up at his dazzling blue eyes that are softened on me “I don’t want you to beat yourself up over this. I don’t regret it”

I nod and close my door pulling off.

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[amylillian22]

It Ain’t Pretty (Part 2) - Chris Evans Imagine

Word Count: 1,358

Warning: soft angst (Is that a thing?)

Part 1

[My Chris Evans Master List]

Two Months Later

Y/N walked up Chris' front steps and hesitated before knocking on the door. She heard him laughing from the other side of the door as Dodger barked like crazy. For a brief second, she smiled remembering how fond and pure their relationship was. She missed it. Her smile vanished when she heard another dog barking second before Chris opened the door.

"Y/N," Chris whispered, his smile immediately vanishing at the sight of her. He was completely taken by surprise. He wasn't expecting her to show up, especially after their last argument outside her door two months ago.

"Chris, I can't find my keys," a girl shouted from inside his house.

"Umm, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you had company," Y/N shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "I'll come back another time or if you want, you can swing by my house," she rambled too quickly.

"No," Chris shook his head. "It's okay. Come in."

"I rather not. I really need to talk to you," she paused and bit her bottom lip. Chris realized it must be serious as she was doing all her nervous ticks. Shifting back and forth, her hands in her front pockets, and biting her lip.

"Found them!" The girl shouted. Within seconds she was walking towards Chris with her dog on a leash. Y/N tried not to get jealous, especially since it was the beautiful Aly Raisman. "Mylo and I had a great time. Hopefully they can have another doggy play date," she smiled at him.

"Of course," Chris smiled at Aly. "By the way, Aly, this is Y/N. Y/N, Aly and Mylo are new to the neighborhood," he explained. He knew he didn't need to explain himself to Y/N, but judging by the seriousness in Y/N's tone about wanting to talk to him, he wanted to.

"Hi!" Aly offered her hand to Y/N. "Do you have a dog too?"

Y/N gave her a warily smile as a small pang of hurt shot through her heart. She never had a dog. Dodger was the closest thing to her dog as she was with Chris the day he adopted him.

"No, I don't, but I'm sure I'll see you around."

"I hope so. Any friend of Chris and Dodger is a friend of mine and Mylo's," Aly smiled. "I'll see you guys later. Come on, Mylo. Let's walk home." Aly waved one more time before her and Mylo walked down the sidewalk.

"Please, come in," Chris gestured as he opened the door wider for her to come in.

Although he invited her inside, she still felt weird walking in the house. She saw Dodger on the living room floor, completely exhausted from his play date. However, he immediately jolted up and ran towards her, barking happily and wagging his tail excitedly. They hadn't seen each other since the break up and her heart swelled knowing he missed her just as much as she missed him.

"Hey, bubba," she cooed as she scratched behind his ears and accepted his kisses all over her face.

"Can I get you a glass of wine? I opened one earlier with Aly and I still have a lot left over. I know how much you love white wine," the corner of his lips turned up, giving her a small smirk.

"Umm, no. I can't drink, but thank you," she said.

Chris sat on the sofa, padding the seat next him. She sat down and took a deep breath. Dodger laid down next to her, resting his head on her lap. She massaged his head with her fingertips.

"I can't take the suspense anymore, Y/N, talk to me," Chris broke the silence.

"I need to tell you something, but before I do, I have a question I need you to answer."

Chris eyed her carefully. "Umm, okay. Shoot."

"I need you to promise me to answer truthfully, no matter if it ain't pretty," she pressed on.

Now Chris was more concerned than before. "Of course, now can you tell me what's going on. I'm already thinking the worst."

"Why did you break up with me?" She asked, her eyes locking with his. She saw something in his ocean blue eyes that she hadn't seen before. Fear.

"Y/N..." he lingered. He looked away from her, scared to tell her the truth knowing it would hurt her just as much as it killed him to break up with her.

She carefully reached for his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Please," she whispered.

He looked deep in her eyes and his heart broke. He knew she deserved the truth, especially after knowing how hard their breakup was on her. His eyes welled up as he held her hand tight. "I love you, Y/N, and I always will," he started. "But the night before-" he paused, unable to say the word. She squeezed his hand, hoping it would give him the courage to continue. "Was probably one of the best nights I had."

"I remember. We made love all night and talked about our future in between," she nodded in agreement. "But something changed that night. I know because I saw it in your eyes. I'm pretty sure that's why you broke up with me, but I need you to confirm it."

He nodded. "I want kids. You don't. I have never compared you to any of my past relationships, especially since I knew deep in my heart you were the one for me. But, I know well enough to know when one wants kids and the other doesn't, the relationship is never gonna work. There would be so much resentment and possibly misery if one of us sacrificed for the sake of the other one. No matter how much we love each other."

Y/N eyes welled up and whispered, "I knew it. All this time, I had a feeling that's why you dumped me, but a part of me didn't want to believe that, Chris."

"I'm sorry," he sniffled. "I love you, Y/N, I do, but I want kids. I want a big family. I want them running around the house while I'm playing hide and seek with them. I want to teach them how to play football in the backyard. I want to sing with them during bath time and read them a bedtime story every night. I want to be a dad."

Y/N's eyes were filled with tears as he spoke, knowing how much he wanted to be a dad and to have everything that came with it. "Chris," she whispered. "I love you too, and I always will. I didn't want kids-"

"Don't," he whispered. "Please don't consider the idea of wanting to have kids because of me. I don't want you to resent me."

"It's too late," she whispered. "I'm pregnant. Three months. Our little bean was conceived that night."

"You're pregnant?" He asked in complete shock.

"Yes."

"Are you keeping it?" He whispered, too scared to know the answer.

"I'm not gonna lie. I thought about it, but," her eyes welled up as she let go of his hand and placed it on top of her small growing tummy. "I couldn't go through with it. I couldn't do it to you. And, I couldn't do it to myself. I heard the heartbeat and I saw our little bean, and I fell in love. I'm so in love with our child, Chris, and I haven't even met it yet."

Chris chuckled as his eyes filled with happy tears. He leaned in and hugged her, embracing her with so much love and tenderness with the happy news. He peppered her neck with soft kisses before he moved to kiss her cheek. He cupped her cheeks, looking deep into her eyes. "Are you sure about this?"

"Yeah," she chuckled with tears in her eyes. "I'm scared as hell. I don't know how to be a mom. I might be terrible at it, but-"

"You'll be fantastic," he reassured her.

"So, what's next?" She asked, leaning her forehead against his.

"We're going to be a family," he smiled as he leaned in to kiss her.

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[falcqns]

so beautiful to me

pairing: baby daddy!Chris Evans x Mom!Reader

summary: despite being broken up and coparenting, Chris still want to show you how much he loves you.

warnings: 18+ ONLY! Smut, fingering, oral (f receiving), angst, fluff.

a/n: kind of like the chris version of Harper?? idk?? based of my night with my baby daddy bc he’s been trying to win me back and it’s working 😭🥺 hope you enjoy!

you’d had a rough day. you'd had to take over jobs that weren't yours at work, you got into a fight with your best friend because you couldn't go out tonight, and your most recent date had been awful because you "weren't up to the guys standards." you were done with everyone and everything, and on top of that, you had to hand your daughter over to her father for the weekend.

Chris could tell something was off from the moment he opened the door. you looked on the verge of tears, and he knew passing little May off definitely wasn’t helping.

he pulled you inside with him, and he took May from your arms. she was set on the ground, and was immediately greeted by Dodger. he wrapped his arms around you, and waited. sure enough, he felt wet tears soak his shirt a few seconds later, and he stood firm, holding you in the hug he knew you desperately needed.

“are you okay?” he asked, and you shook your head.

“i’ve had a god awful day and on top of that i have to leave her for the weekend. i’m not saying that you don’t deserve to have her because you do and you’re an amazing father i just wish-“ you started, but was cut off when Chris picked May up and led you and her into the living room.

“stay here. i’m sure May would love to have both her parents in one place for a few days,” he reasoned and you nodded.

“thank you.” you whispered, and Chris lifted your chin with his fingers. “you’re welcome.” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. you felt a warmth spread through your body, and a pull you hadn’t felt in months, a pull to be held and loved by him.

Chris seemed to feel it too, and he pulled you back into a hug, his hands tangling in your hair. you inhaled the familiar and homey scent of Chris, and felt all you stress melt away.

after a few minutes, May became impatient and hungry, and you two pulled apart. he told you to sit on the couch with May and watch tv while he made dinner.

you could see in the reflection of the glass that Chris would glance over at the two of you with a smile while he cooked, and it made you hopeful.

you didn’t want to get your hopes up, and everything turn bad once more, but you still loved him. you’d never denied that, even through the breakup, but you both thought it would be better if you were split up.

he called you to the dinner table, and you gasped when you saw he made your favourite dinner with your favourite side dishes. you felt your cheeks heat up when he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed a kiss to your cheek before lifting May into her high chair.

you guys sat down to eat, and he asked you what's wrong.

you shrugged. "just a rough day at work," you lied. he looked like he didn't believe it, but didn't push.

"anything I can do to help?" he asked. you shook your head.

you loved that about him. he could tell when you needed him to fix something completely or when you just needed advice, or even when you just needed someone to comfort you and listen.

you watched in amazement as he told you to go relax, and he cleaned up dinner. you took May into the living room and turned on a show. you dozed off a little while later, and when you woke up, the living room was dark, and you could hear Chris upstairs.

he came down. few minutes later, and smiled when he realized you were awake. you looked around for your daughter, and your heart rate sped up when you realized that she wasn't there.

"where's May?" you asked, and Chris walked over, and held his hand out for you. "she's been bathed and put to bed. she's snoozing away with Dodger right now." he said as he helped you up, and wrapped his arms around you.

"lets go to bed, okay?" he suggested, and you nodded, leaning into him a little bit. "okay," you whispered out, and Chris smiled into your hair.

he led you up the stairs and into the familiar bedroom. you didn't have any clothes so Chris gave you one of his shirts to wear. you'd just walked into the bathroom when you realized that you didn't have any toiletries. Chris walked back in and smiled when he saw your confused face.

"here," he said, and led you over to one of the drawers. when you opened it, it was full of all your toiletries. "I always keep some of yours here just in case you need them," he said, and you blinked, and realized you had tears in your eyes. you turned to face him and his brows furrowed in confusion.

you threw your hands around his neck and sobbed into his chest. "t-thank you," you sobbed out, and Chris chuckled, before wrapping his arms around you to soothe you. he lifted you up, and sat you on the counter, before pulling away slightly, and making eye contact with you.

"what's really going on?" he asked in a soft voice, his thumbs rubbing the tear soaked skin of your cheeks.

your chin trembled, and you finally told him what was wrong. when you got to the part about 'not being up to your dates standards', he scoffed.

his eyes drifted down to your lips, and stayed locked there while he spoke. "that's insane. you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on. even when you were crying and cursing me out during labor," you laughed at that. "you were still the most beautiful girl in the world to me. you still are, and you always will be." he said, and nudged your nose with his, giving you butterfly kisses.

"I know we're not together anymore, but I still love you. so so much. if you let me, I'll show you how truly beautiful I find you. would you let me?" he whispered, his eyes still locked on your lips.

your breathing became heavier. you didn't exactly know what he meant by 'showing how truly beautiful he finds you,' but you were eager to find out, no matter what it ended up being. you looked up at him and nodded. a smirk spread on his luscious lips, and he bent down and pressed his against yours.

you moaned into the kiss, and Chris's hands traveled from your face, down your sides, and onto your thighs. he gripped your body, and lifted you up. he carried you into his room, and laid you on his bed, all without breaking the kiss.

once your back touched the bed, he hovered over you, and broke the kiss for only a moment. he turned his face slightly, and pressed his lips back to yours, his tongue sliding over yours. his lips left your mouth, and left a trail of wet kissed down your neck, that caused you to arch your back and moan. as he reached the top of your (his) shirt, and stopped and crouched in between your legs.

he lifted them over his shoulder, and pressed wet kisses to the baby soft skin he found there, not breaking eye contact with you.

"let me make you feel good?" he asked, and you nodded, your breaths quickening. he smiled, and pressed kisses from your knee up until his nose reached the soaked fabric of your underwear. he pressed a kiss to your centre, and smiled when you squirmed above him.

he looped his fingers into the elastic of your underwear, and pulled them down your legs. when he made eye contact with you again, his eyes were darkened with lust. he pressed kissed up your slit before his lips attached themselves to your clit and you grasped his head with a cry.

“fuck!” you exclaimed, your legs falling slack as he continued his attack on your pussy. you felt one of his fingers pressing at your entranced, before sliding in. he rubbed your walls with his finger before sliding another in. once your body was used to it, he arched his fingers up and rubbed your g spot.

you cried out as he pulled orgasm after orgasm out of you that night. you lose count after 3, and eventually passed out from the sheer force of your last one.

when you woke up the next morning, you were curled up in Chris's arms, your head on his chest. you moved slightly to get a good look at his face, and your shuffling woke him up.

he gave you a smile, and you returned it.

"I've missed waking up like this." you said, and Chris nodded in agreement.

"so have i. I've missed you so much, I just didn't know how much until I saw how upset you were last night." he said, and you snuggled in closer to him, relishing in the quiet morning before May would wake up.

"thank you for making me feel better." you said, and you pressed a kiss to his lips. Chris deepened the kiss, and rolled you on your back.

he broke the kiss and looked in your eyes. "I can do it again if you promise you'll give us a second chance,"

you smiled as warmth spread through your belly at his words. "of course. I love you too much to let you go again."

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[angelkurenai]

His Princess - Chris Evans x Reader

Title: His Princess

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: None

Prompt: Hello!! I’m so happy your requests are open again! Can you write Chris Evans going on set to his gf’s music video of "Beauty and the Beast" (w/ John Legend) and he’s so happy to date a «princess» please?

“Alright, one more for the net. Just stay like that, you look wonderful!”

You couldn't help but giggle at the enthusiasm of the young assistant. What with your manager being unable to show up any of the days of the filming the way she normally would and her always wanting you to have someone with you all the time besides bodyguards, make up artists and stylists that would be there more as a friend than anything else. And so her assistant was yours for the week as well, and you would be lying if you said you weren't already having great fun just by being around her. Not to mention the excitement of being on the set itself and living the dream quiet literally already had you grinning the whole day long as you skipped around the place.

“Alright, is this good?” you asked, resting your chin on your palm, nearly kneeling down on the floor so that the dress looked more like a flower that had enveloped you whole. The maroon color only a great contrast against the white walls of the small room and the lights shining over your diamonds jewellery.

“That's perfect, yes!” she nearly squealed, snapping another photo that made you laugh “Alright, I'm pretty sure we've got more than plenty of photos and videos now. I'm gonna get out of your hair now and see what little I can post to tease the fans. Oh and Eric left the gloves on the chair in the corner. He said it would be best if you wore them because they wanted to run a few tests with cameras and see if they will keep them or not in the end.”

“Alright, Coco, don't worry. I've got this.” you nodded your head, already picking up the fabric and slipping it through your fingers “See you in a couple minutes!”

It wasn't long before you were left in your own devices by the assistant and a calm silence fell in the room. You looked at your reflection, fixing your gloves and dress you hummed the tune of the song.

Taking your phone you scrolled through your feed, one last time before you went to work, only to soon take notice of the photos that had already been uploaded by Coco and grinned widely when you saw that some of your friends had already commented, earning a soft laugh from you as you went through them. Most of them already knew about the filming you were doing for the song of the new Beauty and The Beast movie. You had been overly excited both about the opportunity to sing the song itself – alongside none other than John Legend at that – and even more film the music video. You were so thrilled even before you got started, there was no stopping you from telling your friends everything about it even before you got started.

After so many years in the music industry, so many worldwide tours and music videos and albums later, and more than just a few in the movie industry as well you had seen and experienced so many things and yet you still got so excited over the most simple projects. Much like this one, there was not a single thing you didn't look forward to. At first you were sure it was going to be in a unique location but it was a totally different thing getting to actually see it, especially when you realized that most of it was real and not just a green screen. So with a beautiful set, dressed quiet literally like a princess it was impossible for it all to not feel like a fairytale and have you enticed even before you got started.

“Disney princess or the new Queen of Asgard? Easily both!” Chris Hemsworth had commented.

“Could have not said it better, Chris! What would a King be without her Queen after all?” Tessa comments made you grin.

“Safe to say, running Marvel and Disney has never looked more classy!” it was one from RDJ.

“And then they said not to believe in fairytales. Looking stunning as ever! If you wanna switch up a Captain, I'm always available!” your friend's comment made you laugh and you made a mental note to reply to Brie the second you got the chance to.

“Alright, so what petition do I need to sign to have them make this a live-action Disney movie now?” Liz Olsen with a great variety of emojis.

You couldn't help your smile all the while you scrolled down the comments, seeing many more not just from costars, friends or other celebrities and plenty from fans; but it was all the while a bit too tight. It didn't reach your eyes, certainly not the more you looked and found no comment from your boyfriend. You knew you shouldn't hold it against him but part of you couldn't help but feel the first waves of sadness wash over your soul. Mainly because he was the one that knew most about this song and video clip, how nervous and excited you had been from the first moment; it felt like he had been with you the whole way through all of it and therefore you wanted him to see this too, even if it was only part of what was to come.

On one hand the fact that he was such a big Disney fan was no secret either and it had always made your eagerness to see his reaction to this grow even more. And on the other, loving the man so much meant that his compliments always held a different, much more big, significance to you. Maybe, you realised slowly as you dwelled on it more, it also had a lot to do with the way he said everything. There was always so much emotion in them, such great love and admiration and adoration and every other beautiful feeling he felt for you, showing through not only his words but also his eyes, expression and touches that after all these years you had learned to picture even when he was not close to you.

You decided not to think any more of it, realising that he surely had work to do and it would be better if you focused on it. The fact that you missed said man because you had not seen him in over week due to said work completely put aside.

Setting your phone aside you started making some final checks on your dress and looks, getting the feel of it as you signed softly to yourself “Tale as old as time. True as it can be. Barely even friends, than somebody bends-”

“Unexpectedly.” the singing was soft in your ear, the breath fanning over your cheek and bare neck before a pair of arms sneaked around your waist and a pair of lips were pressed on your neck, making shivers run down your entire spine with such intensity you couldn't hold back a gasp. When a squeeze came next you didn't even have the time react because his one hand slid up to your arm and rested on your shoulders, drawing the familiar goosebumps you had so missed the past couple days.

You would have leaned back into the firm broad chest, the action as natural as blinking. Every curve and edge of your body always seemed to fit perfectly with his no matter the position and you would be a big liar if you said your body was already reacting to his touch. Your heart with its unruly heartbeat – one that easily matched his – and your lungs refusing to take in a deep breath as the pleasant warmth spread through hands around you were easily a sign of who it was, every cell in your recognizing the contact.

Your eyes widened and your vision nearly blurred as you turned around to face the man you had not even realized was there but could recognize even with your eyes completely closed. “Chris?”

“Your highness.” his smile got even bigger when you turned to lock eyes with his and oh wasn't that a sight to make your entire day worth it, if anything making all of your worries and fears disappear. His eyes were so soft, filled with so much adoration and almost sparkling in a way you had not seen before.

You stared at him for what felt like an eternity, unable to believe he was there, looking at you so lovingly. His hands were cupping your face and only when you heard him whisper “Hello, my love.” did reality dawn on you. Realizing it wasn't a dream you almost squealed before you jumped in his arms, wrapping yours around his shoulders. Earning a deep chuckle that made his chest ramble, you couldn't hold your own laughter when you felt it against your own chest.

“Oh my gosh.” you choked out, eyes squeezed shut as you tried to force yourself not to cry “Chris.” you pulled just slightly away to look into his eyes, cupping his face in both your hands. Your eyes roamed over his face, taking everything in as it felt nearly impossible to believe this was happening. You leaned in to press your lips to his in an urgent kiss that still earned a soft laugh from him. You let out a soft breath when you pulled away and as you rested your forehead against his you repeated “Chris.” and he smiled even more widely “You're here. How?”

“Do you really question that? I would travel from the other side of the world for you.” and his smile turned into a small smirk “Isn't that what a prince always does?”

“Why-” your smile turned more into a smirk as you slowly started pulling away, despite the small sound of protest that came from his lips “I didn't know you were officially my prince charming. That is a title that must be earned, is it not?”

“And it would be my greatest honor to...” he started with a small smirk of his own which eventually faded much like his words as he fully took in the sight of you in the beautiful gown, with the jewelry and gloves adorning the whole look, you realised he was completely at a loss for words.

“Well, seeing as you didn't see the photos posted on instagram yet, I'll ask now: How do I look?” you probably already looked confident enough but that didn't mean you didn't want to hear his opinion more than anybody else's.

“Dear” his eyes were wide as he took everything in “Marry me already.”

And as you expected it wasn't he words, or at least not only the words, which made your heart leap to your throat. It was the pure love and awe that filled his eyes, his smile brighter than you had ever seen it. It was the way his voice became low, almost hoarse as if his throat closed from the overwhelming emotion in his chest. It was the way he reached out for you again and slowly traced his fingers over yoru cheek, touch light as a feather, as if he feared to break you. In his eyes you saw you were more than just a fragile porcelain doll, way more important and precious to him than anything actually.

“I'm fairly sure I wouldn't mind the idea, however, should you not do something heroic to say the least to earn that right? To have the hand of a princess and even more her heart, that requires more effort, don't you think?” you said with a smirk and he chuckled before straightening his back.

“Why, your highness, had I known you'd be so open to the idea I'd have brought the ring with me. It has been tucked in the back of my drawer for too long, I fear.” he said it so casually and truthfully, without a hint of pretend for the sake of the small momentary fairytale you were living through, that it made you pause for a second to hold your breath and blink at him.

Too caught up with your own thoughts you didn't even have the chance to question anything when he spoke again. A soft laugh escaped his lips as he slowly took both your hands in his, the act slipping for the moment, as he whispered again “My gosh, you look stunning. How did I ever get so lucky in my life?”

“It's no big deal.” you felt bashful all of a sudden and you were well aware it was because of the way your heart had sped up at the thought of said ring which he had joked about a long time ago but not in this way, not with such underlacedhonesty and seriousness.

“No big deal?” his eyebrows raised “I'm standing in front of the most beautiful disney princess to ever exist, both on the inside and on the outside. And on top of it all she is my girl and only mine. I'd say I don't deserve this kind of love but who am I to judge? My ideal fairytale I coming to life, this is too good to be true and yet it is. I'll take whatever you have to give me and offer everything I can in return. Who knows-” he pulled away, you not having realized when his forehead had come to rest against yours “Maybe I'll do a job good enough or the ring will be impressive enough to make at least a bit something like a prince charming.”

The wink he sent your way earned a laugh from your own lips, easing some of the tense feeling in your chest. You realised there was no reason to dwell on it or overstress it, not at the moment, so you let your smile become more easy if not more teasing “I'm sure you'd have plenty to offer, my kind sir. But first, if only in order for a proper courtship, you must have to catch me, don't you?”

“I must wha-” he started but all words died on his lips. You were sure he had already caught up somehow, the glint in his eyes telling you as much, but didn't give him the chance to fully question it before you were already pulling away from him and with a wink, opening the door and sprinting down the long hallway.

You heard the deep laugh, filling the entire hallway and with only the smallest glance over your shoulder you saw the man start to follow you fast enough. Grinning you picked up your dress and with that, picked up your pace so that you were running. As if the feeling of the dress bouncing around like a soft cloud, the air warm inside the building but present nonetheless - not only because of the running but also because of the studio you were fast approaching and that you remembered had more than a few doors and windows – wasn't enough to make you laugh, hearing your boyfriend's laughter as he tried to catch you get louder made you feel as if you were flying more than running.

“(Y/n)? What are you-”

You recognised the voice immediately but didn't have the time to reply let alone stop for even a second when you heard Chris get closer “Can't talk now Chrissy, I gotta go! Ah!” you actually yelped – or perhaps it was her, though the laughter that came next were surely hers when your boyfriend nearly bumped into John's wife and his apologies were the proof because you didn't turn to see – before you quickly run around a corner and down some stairs.

It wasn't even a couple seconds later that you found yourself running inside the studio itself, the cameras all around as the crew was setting everything up for the filming. You almost got so carried away by the entire place, many things having been added since the morning when you first showed up, and in the middle of admiring the realistic set of a castle they had managed to build. You were sure if you had not been in any hurry, you could have easily spent hours wanderingaround the place and admiring the detailed work, getting lost in a daydream much like a fairytale. But, again, you were in a hurry and as you felt the first fingers slip over your waist, aside from earning a small yelp from you they managed to get you moving again, or more specifically running.

“You have to be faster than that, darling.” you grinned, rounding the piano so that you were on the one side and he on the other.

“Who says I am being nearly half as fast as I can really be? Who says that if I really wanted to I wouldn't already have my hands on you?” he smirked, raising an eyebrow at you that made you giggle “I am merely being your perfect prince charming.”

“Alright, first; I like the sound of that but it's not going to make me give in just yet. And second; we both know that you're just being a sore loser here. You haven't caught me yet not because you can't. You're also a sore looser, not a prince charming, dear.”

He groaned, placing a hand over his chest “Another wound, all within the span of only a couple minutes. How do I survive this? Oh yes, in fairytales, a kiss always always does wonders, doesn't I? If only my princess would be kind enough to not run away from me anymore and instead save my life?”

You had to admit that although he was being both dramatic and cheeky, and you had to keep serious, you couldn't hold back your wide smile as you spoke “For starters, you will have to earn it. And-” you paused, jumping away as he made a move to run around the piano but you were fast to get away so that you had now swapped places “If I may ask, what's the first one?”

“Wouldn't you know? As if you can't see my bleeding heart which has been struck worse today at seeing you like this. But-” another jump that got him dangerously close “I suppose if I can't get a kiss, I will make it my last wish that you wear a similar dress soon.” his words made you frown until he added “Only in total white. And really, the soonest possible so we should probably start making a guests list.”

“Chris” you caught yourself pausing, longer than expected and than should be right in this case but you felt like you had no control of your body at the moment “This is not a funny joke anymore.”

“Who said it was one in the first place?” he asked, and you could swear you heard Chrissy and John gasp softly in the background. At some point you had even seen them but now your entire mind was blank. You focused on Chris, his voice much softer than before, his posture having relaxed as if to let you know he wasn't playing any game of sorts “And maybe-” he took a slow tentative step towards you, eyes on you to judge your reaction all the time. When he saw you didn't move away from him, he took more steps closer to you “If you'd let me, I could show you real soon that I was serious from the first moment.”

“Wha-” but you stopped yourself because you knew that wasn't the answer you wanted so bad to ask, it wasn't the one your heart longed for to be answered so instead you whispered “How?”

Chris leaned in to press a kiss on your forehead, extending a hand which you took before he said another hing “First, I believe it's best if you get to job as fast as possible. And for that to happen, it would be right of me to stop playing around. So, what do you say we start things the way only in fairytales they do: a dance?”

“It doesn't necessarily happen in this order but-” you smiled, glancing over his shoulder to see John and his wife do the same, the music having only second now starting to play “I think we've already found the perfect song, so why not?”

“Think of it... as practice.”

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[thosekidswhohuntmonsters]

Fuck it, Let the Whole World Know 

Summary: this is pure tom hiddleston filth and I’m not ashamed of it 

Word Count: 4938

Rating: v spicy, deff 18+

Author’s note: oh god I can’t believe I wrote this!! reading it back now I was nearly blushing! anyways, get ready for Chris Evans to be the best wingman there is

♡if you enjoy this fic you’re welcome to leave a reblog/like/comment! feedback is not only welcomed but encouraged!♡

You had been used to doing press junkets with Chris Evans, but not him and Tom Hiddleston. You’d been in various rom-coms with Chris over the years, but now you were also starring in Infinity War with him.

You were at the food table getting a drink of water as you felt someone pinch your hip, causing you to jump up and turn around. There of course stood Chris, left boob grab and all, “YES! Dude, I don’t know how you still fall for this!”.

Maybe you would’ve laughed if it weren’t for the fact that you were about to do a day of press junkets with the man that you’d developed a serious crush on; Tom Hiddleston. Chris could read you like a book, “Come on (y/n) today will be fineeee!”

You sighed, “What if the interviewers ask-”. Chris raised an eyebrow, knowing full well that you’ve all had to handle some tough questions. He laughed, “Do you not remember the hundreds of weird questions you and I have been asked together?”.

Chris got you to smile, “Oh god Chris don’t remind me….remember when someone asked me if I’d rather sleep with Steve Rogers or Johnny Storm?”. He laughed loudly again as he remembered that memory, a smirk forming upon his lips.

Rolling your eyes you teased, “I’d take Steve Rogers all day...I bet he’s extremely kinky behind closed-”. Chris was laughing much harder than he would’ve at your joke, causing you to turn around.

There of course stood Tom, “Do I even want to know love?”. Your heart started to pound as you tried not to blush. Chris threw you a lifeline as he said, “In all honesty man, no”. The three of you laughed together.

Chris moved to shake hands with Tom, bringing him into a hug. Once it was over Tom looked to you, “Shall we do a take two on our reunion?”. You nodded your head and he pulled you into a light embrace, his hand lingering on the small of your back.

You all heard the call for you to get onto set and take your positions. The set had you three sitting next to each other, and the interviewer across from you. A stage hand positioned you right between the men.

The interviewer shook all your hands, “Now here we have a rather interesting sandwich, (y/n) in between America’s golden boy, and Asgard’s bad boy”. The three of you laughed, all settling into the interview.

You teased, “It’s kinda like an angel and devil on my shoulder huh?”. Chris didn’t hesitate to move and pretend to whisper something into your ear, playing the part. The interviewer ate it up, “Now do you have anything to say Tom?”.

You felt goosebumps as Tom’s lips grazed your ear, softly he said, “I’ve missed you (y/n)”. You nodded your head, pretending that Tom had said something else.

The interviewer caught your smirk and dove right in, “Now let’s get into it, (y/n) which do you prefer; bad boy or golden boy?”. You licked your lips while thinking of a response. You patted Chris’s knee, “Sorry Chris, but I’m gonna have to go with bad boy...Who doesn’t love Loki?”.

Chris looked into the camera, “I know...have you seen the hair?”. Tom nodded his head while smirking. He shrugged, “You know it’s actually an extremely long process to get those raven locks”.

Playfully you said, “It has to be the voice for me...”. You hadn’t really expected yourself to say that, maybe you were caught up in the moment. Tom didn’t skip a beat and he turned towards you.

Holding your gaze he said, “Claim loyalty to me, and I will give you what you need”. You’d be lying if you said his words hadn’t made your mind drift to dirtier places. Before you could respond Chris chimed in, “Dude out of all the lines..that’s what came to mind”.

Smirking you said, “He could’ve asked me to neal Chris…”. Tom started to laugh, and while doing so rested his hand on your knee.

The interviewer pulled out some cards, “Are you guys down for a game of would you rather; marvel style?”. You all nodded your heads, showing different levels of excitement.

“This one is for you Chris; would you rather be trapped in an elevator with black widow or our very wonderful (y/n) here” you narrowed your eyes at Chris, pretending to be angry depending on his answer.

Boldly you said, “Now remember Chris...keep things pg”. Once again the interviewer ate it up, and Chris started to laugh loudly. Tom joined in, “Who was under the impression that things wouldn’t be pg”.

Chris teased, “Uh me! Okay I guess I’d have to choose black widow”. The interviewer grinned, “Now is that payback for (y/n) choosing Loki earlier?”. Chris smirked while saying “maybe”.

The next question was, “Okay Tom would you rather have Loki’s irresistible charm, or his beautiful raven hair?”. You looked to Tom, trying to calm down your brain.

It had been awhile since you’d seen him last, and this wasn’t too ideal of a reunion. For some weird reason your feelings were even more intense today, but you couldn’t exactly show that during interviews.

Chris chimed in with a devilish smirk, “Tom already has Loki’s irresistible charm..right (y/n)”. Your eyes widened as you looked to Chris, but you were only met with a wink. Faking a laugh you said, “He tries to hide it, but he’s a total lady killer”.

Once again Tom laughed softly while gripping your knee, “Come on love, don’t flatter me”. You found yourself getting lost in the moment again, from the way his touch gave you goosebumps to how beautiful his face looked while smiling.

The interviewer joked, “Looks like there might be a little Loki in you after all huh Tom?”. Tom looked into the camera while smirking, playing into the interviewer's comments.

The rest of the interview continued like that; playful questions, light flirting between you and Tom, and your mind melting every time he found a way to touch you in the most innocent way.

When it was over you three walked back to the food table, beginning your two hour or so break until the next interview. You smiled, “It feels good to be getting back into this guys”.

Tom stood next to you, his shoulder inches from yours, “I have missed you both...I hate how terribly busy I am nowadays”. You nodded your head in agreement while looking to Chris.

You caught his wink, “I know dude...so crazy...I can’t even enjoy this break because my manager needs to brief me on the questions for later today!”. You raised an eyebrow wondering what Chris was playing at.

Before you could figure it out he moved to hug Tom goodbye, and then you. He whispered into your ear, “You got this (y/n)”. With one last salute Chris was gone, leaving you and Tom alone.

Tom smiled, “Are you hungry darling because I’m starving...and not for this set food”. You’d realized that Chris had basically left you and Tom alone for the next two hours.

Nodding your head you suggested, “I think I saw a breakfast joint around the corner?”. You watched as his entire face lit up, realizing that you’d go along with his idea. Tom smirked, “Shall we?”.

Smiling back you mocked his tone, “We shall”. Tom looked at the ground while shaking his head, smiling at your teasing. You began to walk off set until Tom’s manager called to you both, making you stop in your tracks.

You thought you were screwed, until Tom whispered something into his manager’s ear after pointing to you. His manager nodded their head, “Just be back in time okay?”.

Tom walked back over to you, and you had to admit how proud he looked was extremely adorable. Playfully you asked, “More of that Loki charm?”. Tom shook his head while you both started to walk down the street.

Tom sheepishly said, “Love, you truly do flatter me”. You rolled your eyes as you turned the corner. You started walking backwards for a moment, “Tom Hiddleston, the most humble man there is”.

You turned back around so you couldn’t see the look on Tom’s face. He couldn’t explain it, but within the first five seconds he saw you he felt himself getting lost in you again. Tom had always had feelings for you, but with your conflicting schedules he pushed them aside.

There was just something about you, something that was so intoxicating to him. Tom was just scared that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself, and he already felt it starting. Smiling he said, “Why that tone darling?”.

By now you were about to enter the shop, Tom leaning in to open the door for you. Walking inside you said, “Come on Tom, you can’t be as innocent as you seem”. Tom laughed loudly while his jaw nearly dropped.

You read the, “Seat yourself” sign so you clapped your hands together. Looking over your shoulder you said, “I’m a booth by the window kinda girl, how about yourself?”. Tom slid into the booth, sitting across from you.

Smiling his said, “I think I’ve always been a windows kinda man myself love”. You nodded your head in approval, and soon enough a waitress came over to give you both menus. Tom grinned, “I’ll have a green tea, thanks love”.

She looked to you, “And I’ll have an apple juice”. You heard Tom laugh, and you immediately turned to face him. The waitress smiled, “I’ll be back with your drinks in a second”. Tom sat across from you, the biggest grin on his face.

You tilted your head to the side, “Am I not allowed to order apple juice?”. He was still grinning, propping his head up with his hand. He held your gaze, “It’s a compliment darling..I love how innocent you can be at times”.

“Innocent at times?” you repeated while raising an eyebrow. Tom laughed once again, now focusing on the menu. You smirked, “Let’s play truth or dare”. He quickly put down the menu, focusing instead on you.

“Truth or dare?” he asked once again. You nodded your head, crossing your arms over your chest. “Truth or dare Tom...unless you’re not game…” Tom laughed, a look of determination now on his face.

He leaned forward, “Oh love, you have no idea”. You leaned forward as well, the moment quickly escalating. Your heads snapped to the left, “So what can I get you both?”.

Tom’s smirk was now replaced with a smile, “I’ll have the oatmeal with apples and cinnamon and a side of toast please”. The waitress nodded her head while writing down his order. Smiling you said, “And I’ll have a waffle, side of homefries”. She smiled, placing down your drinks and then turning to prepare your orders.

“So truth or dare?”. Tom pretended to think it over for a minute before saying, “Dare”. Raising your eyebrows you pretended to be surprised. Grinning you said, “I dare you to read your last text message out loud”.

Quickly you added, “And show me the screen so I know you’re not lying”. Tom let out a sigh, and reluctantly took out his phone. When he found his latest message he laughed, “I can’t-”.

Teasingly you said, “What could our sweet little Tom possibly be talking about thats so bad he can’t repeat it?”. Tom rolled his eyes, but found himself smiling. He shook his head but continued, “I wouldn’t have minded asking (y/n)-”.

He paused and you beamed with excitement, “Come on! Don’t be a tease”. Tom licked his lips before continuing. He spoke quickly, “To kneel before me”. You felt your stomach drop, but you tried to keep yourself under control.

Turning his phone you saw the text, and the rest of his conversation with Chris. You smiled to yourself realizing that Chris had been playing both sides.

You clicked your tongue, “Well would you look at that...Tom Hiddleston is much dirtier than he looks”. Looking at him you could see he was blushing lightly, and you were trying your hardest to remain calm and collected.

Shrugging he said, “Shall I remind you of what you were talking about with Chris earlier”. You nodded, and the waitress came with your food. After taking a sip of your drink you said, “But I was talking about his character..not him”.

Tom casually began to eat, “You were the one who brought up the idea of kneeling, so I’m quite curious as to what you’ve been thinking about...”. You choked on the homefry you’d been eating, and Tom sat there with a smirk.

He loved this little game you were playing with him, and it was bringing up feelings he’d been trying to suppress. The truth was that Tom was a complex man with many different sides, and right now you were challenging his most dangerous side.

Tom knew he now had the upper hand, “So truth or dare?”. You tried to calm your breathing by taking a couple bites of your food. In between bites you said, “Truth”. You couldn’t see but Tom was smirking.

“A little coy are we now love? Hmm, is it true that you really like men with a dark side”. His voice alone made butterflies dance in your stomach, and goosebumps appear on your skin. You could tell the mood had shifted, and something new inside of Tom was stirring.

“Good becomes too boring too fast...I like men who push the limits and make things interesting” you looked down as you spoke, afraid to see his reaction. Tom nodded his head planning his next move.

Finally looking up you asked, “Truth or dare?”. Tom held your gaze, and you saw something different in his eyes. He bit his bottom lip, “Dare”. For a moment you just sat there, a thousand thoughts flooding your mind but no words leaving your lips.

Somehow you managed to get out, “I dare you to tell me what you want Tom, no more games”. As he processed your words a smirk form upon his lips. It was only three words, but enough to make your head spin, “I want you”.

For a moment it had felt like everything you’d thought you’d known about Tom was wrong, but then you realized that there was always a little voice in your head telling you there was something different about him.

There had to be a reason he was drawn to such dark and complex characters right? Maybe there was a side to Tom that was darker and more forbidden than he’d let on, and as you looked into his lust filled eyes, you knew you were right.

He licked his lips, “Although I quite love this game we’re playing darling, I think it’s time we finally do what we’ve been dreaming about for so long”. You just looked at him, your lips parted, your eyes wide, shocked by his words.

His grin only seemed to grow as he realized how much power he had. Tom leaned forward, “There’s no need to be shy now love, I’ve wanted you for a long time….and maybe I’m wrong but I think you want the same”.

You nodded your head, “Tom...I-”. Before you could struggle to find the words any longer the waitress came back over. Tom winked at you before turning to look at her. With a sudden innocent expression he asked, “Do you have a bathroom here darling?”.

She nodded her head and pointed to where it was, and instantly Tom got up. You were extremely confused, especially because while walking away Tom looked so mischievous. Sitting down you thought about everything for a while.

Finally it hit you, and when you realized what he’d done you just laughed to yourself. The damn bastard wanted you to go follow him, finally take what you want. Taking a breath in and then out, you finally got up from the table.

You walked over to the portion of the restaurant where the bathrooms were. There stood Tom leaning against the door to the family bathroom, “Look who it is”. His arms were crossed over his chest, and a smug look on his face. You smiled, and Tom leaned back finally opening the door to the bathroom.

As he walked into the room you caught his smirk in the reflection of the mirror. Walking into the bathroom you closed the door behind you, locking it. To your surprise the bathroom was actually nice.

It had a huge countertop with the sink, and even a large armchair off to the side. As you looked to Tom you could see the different look in his eyes, and it made your core ache. Tom was eyeing you like a predator eyes its prey.

He loosened his tie and began unbuttoning his sleeves. Tom spoke casually as he did so, “I love how shy you are darling, as if this whole day you haven’t been teasing me”. Your back was pressed against the door as you listened to him.

Tom laughed lowly, “Even during the interview -it’s the voice that does it for me- love I could barely control myself...I wanted to ravish you right then and there”. You swallowed hard, biting your bottom lip.

Finally he looked back up to you, “And here you are standing right before me, but still not letting yourself take what you’ve been craving..I can see it in your eyes (y/n)...how badly you want this”.

Tom licked his lips, “Let yourself go love”. Before you could process what you were doing you were walking over to him. Tom crashed his lips against yours in a hunger filled kiss. It was like with each touch of your lips years of tension melted away.

All too soon he pulled back, “Now the fun can truly begin darling”. You stood there trying to catch your breath, unsure of his next move. Tom turned your body so your back was now facing him.

As he placed light kisses down your neck, he grabbed your wrists. Tom tugged at the bottom of your earlobe as he moved your wrists so they were now behind your back. Breathlessly you asked, “Tom what-”.

Making use of his tie, he used it to bind your hands together. You couldn’t help yourself, a moan of anticipation escaping your lips. He purred into your ear, “I knew you loved to be as filthy as I do”.

All you could do was nod your head, melting into his touch. Tom ran a hand up your back, making you lean forward as he pressed you into the countertop. His hands slid back down your sides his body also moving down.

Tom was on his knees, his hands only moving up to push up the dress you’d been wearing. He pulled your legs apart, exposing your black lace panties. His laugh was so low it was almost a growl, “My my pet, what do we have here?”.

Your face was resting against the countertop, the cool tile the only thing calming you down right now. His hands ran up your thighs, massaging your ass, “You look so good (y/n)”.

His name left your lips like a prayer, “Tom please-”. With a grin he spanked your ass, making you jump. Immediately he kissed the exact spot where his handprint would be.

He moved his lips to your slit, teasing you through your panties with soft kisses. You arched your back needing more, “Tom”. His mouth was hovering over your most sensitive area.

Finally he slid your panties to the side, your clit now fully exposed to him. Tom gripped your thighs pulling you closer to him, “What do you want darling?”.

“Want me to take that delicious clit of yours between my lips?” his words were making you wetter by the second. You nodded your head sounding all too desperate, “Yes Tom please”. Once again he laughed, becoming more intoxicated with you.

His voice was so low, “All you had to do was ask”. The smug bastard finally took your clit between his lips, sucking deeply. The most obscene sounds were leaving his mouth as you felt electricity with each touch of his tongue.

Tom’s face was buried between your legs, his hands gripping your thighs tightly. You were trying not to moan, but it was so hard because his mouth was working wonders. He’d move his tongue in all different directions and speeds as his face was buried between your folds.

“You taste so fucking good (y/n)” he said while groaning. You started to breath quicker, feeling yourself become closer. Tom could sense it too, so he pulled back. As he stood behind you, you could feel his hardness pressing against you.

He slid a finger between your folds where his mouth had previously been. As he teased you he spoke, “You’re even more incredible than I’d imagined..you have no idea what you do to me”.

Tom thrust his hips forward, “Can you feel how hard you’ve made me?”. You nodded your head while breathlessly saying yes. He was grinning once again, “With each second I spend with you I find myself becoming more intoxicated with you”.

Tom gripped your hips tightly while rolling his hips forward. Throwing his head back he groaned, “Oh fuck darling...I can only imagine how you’d feel wrapped around my cock”. You couldn’t take it anymore, you needed him.

“Then fuck me Tom...make me your little slut”. His head snapped forward, and his eyes widened. As he processed your words he’d lost any control over himself that he’d had. Tom’s breathing was heavy, “Fuck you’re perfect (y/n)”.

Tom nearly ripped off all his clothing, not wanting to spend another second where he wasn’t buried deep inside you. The entire time you were just biting your lip in anticipation, your core aching for his touch.

Finally you felt the head of his dick move slowly up and down your slit teasing you. He groaned, “Say it again (y/n)”. With one hand he tightly gripped your hip, while he held his cock in the other.

Your voice was low, “make me your little slut”. Tom was grinning like a madman, your words driving him wild. His head teased your entrance, “Want me to claim your pretty pink pussy”.

You nodded your head, “Yes Tom”. He rolled his hips forward, watching you arch your back in anticipation. As he finally entered you Tom threw his head back, groaning loudly. His thrusts were slow at first, letting you adjust to his size.

“Tell me how it feels love”. Your smile was wide as you felt the pleasure starting to build up. You loved having him be so in control, “So fucking good”. Tom nodded his head, picking up the pace.

He slid one hand up your back, grabbing a fistful of your hair. With each thrust he repeated, “So-fucking-good”. You started to press back onto him, wanting him to be even deeper inside of you.

Tom gripped your hips tighter, as he rolled his own hips forward. His hand tangled in your hand felt so good, “Oh Tom”. As he looked down at you and saw how lost in the moment you were becoming, he found himself becoming lost too.

He just threw his head back, fucking you harder. He was hitting your g-spot, making you nearly scream out his name. You closed your eyes, letting the feelings of pleasure take over. As he held onto your hips he went even deeper inside of you.

“You look so fucking beautiful love” he said moving even faster. This was all so new to you, but it felt so right. Your hands were bound, and Tom had total control over you, but you loved it.

You trusted him, and that made everything feel even better. As you moaned his name loudly you realized he had gotten you to explore a side of yourself you had always kept closed off.

It felt so good to just be filthy with him, knowing full well that he loved every second of it. You were pulled from your thoughts as you felt him spank you again, making you jump. You just bit your lip, a smile soon forming on your face.

Tom massaged you now red ass cheek, “Fucking incredible”. Your smile only grew, his words making you even wetter. You could see his reflection in the mirror, and he looked so happy.

You watched as his muscular arms held you in place, his hips rolling forward. He was half smirking while breathing rapidly, he chest moving up and down. You could tell that just like you, he was letting himself become overcome with pleasure.

You moved your head to rest against the cold tile counter, closing your eyes as you smirked to yourself. Your voice was soft, “I’m so close”. He nodded his head while moving his hips even faster.

“I want you to cum with me (y/n)” he said inbetween pants. You nodded your head, knowing your orgasm was extremely close. His voice was demanding, “Cum right now (y/n)...fucking cum”.

His words pushed you over the edge, and you let yourself go. Your moans filled the room as you felt your orgasm shake throughout your entire body. Tom was right there with you, moaning just as loudly.

He held onto your hips tightly, his thrusts becoming slopier as he felt himself cumming. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over your entire body, and it was the most intense it had ever felt for you.

Together you rode out your orgasms, both completely lost in eachother. Tom’s groans were so low they were almost growls. He let himself go wild, the same intense feeling of pleasure shaking throughout his entire body.

For a moment the only noise in the room was the both of you trying to catch your breath. Slowly he pulled out of you, “Fucking hell...that was amazing….”. You stood up straight, seeing his smirk through the reflection in the mirror.

Finally he untied your hands, and you turned to face him. He brought your wrists to his mouth, kissing them lightly. He was smiling, “I hope that wasn’t too much for you (y/n)...do your wrists hurt?’.

Just like that he could switch from relentlessly fucking you, to looking at you like a concerned puppy hoping you weren’t hurt. You giggled, “I liked it….a lot”. Tom nodded his head while a smile formed upon his lips.

He looked so proud, “You liked it huh darling?”. You rolled your eyes but found yourself laughing. Looking to him you joked, “You were enjoying yourself to Tom”. He bit his lip, sheepishly running a hand through his hair.

“I guess the cats out of the bag with this one…”. You brought your hands up to wrap around his neck, pulling his body closer to yours. Before kissing him you teased, “A little coy are we now Tom?”.

He laughed before kissing you, this time the kiss was soft. His hands slowly exploring your body, taking his time to remember each curve. When the kiss was over he rested his head against yours, “You know I wouldn’t mind doing-”.

Smirking you said, “I’d meant what I’d said Tom...I’m all yours now”. You watched as his entire face lit up, and he held your body closer to his. Tom was smiling, “I really like you (y/n)...this isn’t going to just be some fling”.

He rubbed his thumb over your cheek, “You’ve always meant so much to me (y/n)..and now that I finally have you I don’t want to let you go”. You could see the amount of emotion he’d put into every word, and you couldn’t help but kiss him again.

After the kiss was over you moved to the door, “We better get back to set or else people might think-”. Tom quickly put back on his clothes, following you to the bathroom door. He held your hand, “Fuck it (y/n) let the whole world know”.

You smiled, squeezing his hand. You walked out of the bathroom, paid the waitress, and walked back to set together. Chris was the first to notice, and he clapped his hands together.

With a smirk he teased, “Dude FINALLY it’s been like two straight years of eyesex between you both”. You and Tom looked to each other before erupting with laughter. Chris noticed the blush on your cheeks making him raise an eyebrow.

He looked you both up and down, taking in how disheveled you looked. He pointed at you with wide eyes, “Oh my god, you both totally just fucked! Did-”. You rushed over to Chris, covering his mouth.

Chris wiggled his eyebrows while smirking, “Don’t worry your secret’s safe with me….until I tell Mackie and he totally loses it and tells everyone!”. You rolled your eyes, but once again Tom held your hand. After seeing the smile on his face you looked to Chris, “Fuck it...Let the whole world know”.

Toms eyes lit up once again, and he rested his head on your shoulder briefly. After staying like that for a second you heard the call for you to get back on set. You smirked before getting ready to do the next interview with Chris, and you now boyfriend Tom.

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[afriendlyblackhottie]

Sugar

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day! Of course you two are going to be corny about it

Pairings: Chris Evans x Black!Reader

Warnings: fluff, corny, 18+, Daddy kink, smut, girl on top, slight degradation

(A/N: it may be late but it’s still Valentine’s Day in California. So I wanted to do something cute at least. Like, reblog, follow 💜 ✌🏾)

Tagging: @titty-teetee @zaddychris @queenoftheworldisdead @olyvoyl @liquorlaughslove @mariahthelioness29 @donutloverxo @little-baby-vixen @mochamaniacbabe @brattycherubwrites @iam-laiya @whiskey-cokenfanfic @doloreshazes (it wouldn’t let me tag you)

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Chris grinned as he poked his head in the door as he got ready to bring in all the gifts for you. Plus the stuffed bear and chocolates he’d bought for CJ. You were in the kitchen looking all cute in those tight sweats that made your ass look so good. The flowers he’d given you earlier were sitting in the middle of the table.

Even though you couldn’t find a last minute baby sitter for CJ, you’d decided you’d prefer to spend it on a quiet night in anyway. You wanted to feel close. Intimate. Even decorating the living room so it would be perfectly cozy for the two of you. Also CJ and Dodger because you knew neither would leave you alone until bedtime.

CJ was playing with Dodger before the both of them saw him coming through the door and got up to greet him. That’s when you turned to face him. It was like you were glowing. Fuck you looked beautiful.

He kissed you sweetly, smiling into it. “Hey, Baby,” he said against your lips.

You put your hands on his cheeks then wrapped your arms around his neck as he moved to your neck to tickle you with his lips. “Chris!” You giggled, attempting to back away.

He smiled before grabbing your chin so he could peck you again. Then his hands went to your stomach. “How’s my baby doing?” He asked.

“Good. Acting right for once,” you said with a chuckle. Jellybean had recently started kicking and this was the first time they’d finally let up.

Chris leaned down to kiss you quickly again. “That’s good.”

“Go wash up. Dinners almost ready.”

“Okay, but no peeking at your present. CJ, keep an eye out on your mom.”

Your jaw dropped before you scrunched up your face. “Okay, Dad!” The boy answered back, before you could even respond.

“How could you betray me like that,” you said to him. He shrugged his little shoulders before going back to playing with his new best friend.

Dinner tonight was his favorite not that he knew that. Because really the way to prove to Chris that you loved him was food and sex. Also you got him Red Sox tickets.

By the time he came back, he leaned down to kiss your lips before sitting down. “Damn, Baby, really?” He grinned as saw what was on his plate. “You’re so fucking amazing.”

After dinner the three of you watched a movie. All curled up under the little fort you’d made. Until CJ fell asleep so Chris took him and Dodger to bed while you went to change. The red bodysuit looked good even with your bully starting to come out a little more.

Now you were kneeling in front of the little fort to get back in your spot. Chris glanced over at you, having to do a double take when he realized what you were wearing. “Damn, Baby.”

You smiled. “You like it?”

“You look fucking perfect. C’mere,” he said patting his lap so you went over to straddle him. “So my gifts first or yours?”

“Well, I gave you most of yours. I only have one more left and it’s in an email.”

“Okay? And this gift is?”

You sighed all dramatically with a smile on your face. “Well, I got the three of us Red Sox tickets.”

“No fucking way.” He leaned into kiss you over and over again. “You’re actually gonna do?”

“I’ll even pretend like I know what the hell is going on.” You laughed.

Chris chuckled before kissing you again then again. Then he sighed, contently. “My turn,” he said handing you the bag.

First was the necklace. You kissed him, thanking him, but also did this thing where you grinding into his lap. It made him hiss as his dick seemed to immediately get hard.

It was like he couldn’t stop himself as he started to paw at your ass. You moaned into his mouth when Chris decided to start grinding you into his lap.

He lifted you up, making you squeal so he could take off his bottoms. “Fuck, Daddy, not even gonna wait.”

“Fuck, no,” he said before pulling your leotard to the side so he could sink you down onto his dick. You moaned, tears stinging your eyes as he lifted you up and down.

You let out a real low moan trying to do a better job at holding it in. “Daddy,” you whimpered.

“That’s my good girl,” he groaned because the way your pussy was hugging him felt too good.

Your fingernails digging into his shoulders. Before pulling him into a kiss again. So you could at least try to keep from moaning out.

When you pulled away, you buried your head into his neck. Trying to get as close as to him as possible. “Please, Daddy,” you whimpered into him.

“Tell me what you want,” he replied.

“I wanna cum, please,” you breathed. Fuck it was like since being pregnant you were greedier for all those orgasms than you normally were. Not that Chris could complain. Fuck he loved you like this.

You’d get all desperate for it. Grinding into him more. Pretty much begging for him to keep going just by the way your body wouldn’t stop fucking cumming.

This time when you came, he had to hold you to his chest because you started to moan a little too loud. “Shut up, Baby.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.” you blabbered out under your moan.

“Shut the fuck up right now.”

You nodded and sniffled, but hunger had settled in too deep and you were cumming again. That’s when he stopped. Pulling out of you. You whimpered at the loss. “Why, Daddy?”

“Because I want you to get that ass on the bed.”

You nodded and as the two of you made your way to the bedroom, he remembered that he had way more presents for you. Fuck it. It could wait until morning.

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[poeticaddiction]

Straight from the heart

Part 4/5 Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: What will happen when Chris finds out the real reason you cancelled the wedding with your ex-boyfriend

Your hand roamed your body and felt the fabric of your wedding dress. It was beautiful and you immediately fell in love with it when you saw it for the very first time but looking at it now felt like something was wrong with it.

There was a knock at your door as your mother stepped inside a small smile playing on her lips while she carried out wedding bouquet in her hand.

,,How do you feel?“ she asked as she stepped closer and started to remove some lint from your dress.

,,Good. Just really nervous.“

Your mother said nothing but watched you look at yourself with a critical eye as she wrapped her arms around you and hugged you tightly.

,,You don‘t have to do this if you don‘t feel ready, you know?“

,,I want this. 15 year old me dreamed about this day and I can‘t throw it away because I‘m having a phase of self-doubts.“

,,Maybe this time it‘s not a phase. I just don‘t want you to make this step now and regret it later on. Just listen to your heart.“

Before you could process what she had just said to you another knock at the door ripped you out of your thoughts.

,,Chris..“

Your heart sunk in your chest as you saw your best friend walk inside the room, wearing a dark blue tuxedo.

,,I‘ll let you guys alone for a minute.“ your mother gave you a kiss to your cheek and a little pat to Chris shoulder before she left the room.

Chris walked up towards you with his hands in his pockets, his eyes roaming your whole body with a soft smile on his lips.

,,You look abolutely fantastic.“

,,I didn‘t think you would come.“

A heavy breath left Chris mouth as he ran his hand through his dark brown hair.

,,You‘re my best friend and I can‘t miss your wedding.“

,,I‘m sorry I left so quickly. But I didn‘t want to interrupt your date.“

Chris was standing now behind you with his arms wrapped around your body and his head laying on your shoulder.

,,Forget about that damn date. I should‘ve put my selfish ass aside and be there for you the whole time. I hope that you can forgive me one day.“

You turned around to face him with an eyebrow raised in confusion. You looked at his face and saw that he was really sorry how everything had actually turned out.

The door opened once again and it was your mother standing there pointing at her wrist to show you that it was slowly time to leave.

,,Will you drive with us in the carriage Chris?“ she asked as he turned around and shook his head.

,,Nah this is something for the bride and the groom. I‘ll take the car with Toby.“

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,,How have you been dude I haven‘t seen in you in ages.“

Chris was sitting on the passenger seat of your big brother Toby‘s car while both were heading to the reception.

,,Good, Good. Nothing much happened what about you?“

,,You have no idea. I still don‘t know how to feel about the fact that Y/N almost cancelled all of this here. I mean she was so confused and came crying to me.“

Chris looked out the window and saw the cars passing by not really giving any attention to his best friends brother. His thoughts were everywhere but not in this current situation.

,,I had no idea what to tell Jamie when she said she would head over to your place to figure everything out. That guy thought that the two of you were planning something for the wedding.“

Chris attention was back to Toby as he furrowed his eyebrows and turned his body a little bit into his direction.

,,What do you mean tell Jamie. I thought they broke up and Y/N needed a place to stay so she came to me.“

Toby‘s eyes widened as he pressed his lips together, fixing his eye on the road.

,,Toby what the hell is going on here?“

It was quiet for a second as a heavy breath left Toby‘s mouth and his left hand scratched his blonde beard.

,,Okay I should‘nt be telling you this but they’re getting married so fuck it. Y/N told me that she had feelings for you. For years now but because you always dated other woman she figured out there is no chance of you dating. That‘s when she met Jamie. At first everything seemed okay but one night she runs into my apartment, crying her eyes out and telling me she needs to find out if there is maybe a tiny chance that you love her too. And then she headed over to you. But after you had that one date she realized that this would never work out and settled for Jamie.“

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