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f10werfae · 1 year

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Pretty boy n' his Pretty Peach

pairing: Frat!Chris Evans x Girlfriend!Reader

summary: A valentines celebration turns into a lovemaking fuck fest, with a lot of love, emotions and promises (Soft!Chris)(Fluffy aftercare)

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“Look at you pretty boy, eating m’pussy so fuckin’ well” Y/n whined looking down to see her frat boyfriend making out with her pussy, his nose nudging against her clit as he winked up at her. Chris’ backwards Cap was still on, along with his St.Christopher chain, and that was it. His hands clamped around her thighs to make sure she wasn’t able to move, his hips grinding his cock down onto her mattress for stimulation.

“Taste so good mama, could eat ya all day if ya’d let me” He groaned against her lower set of lips, kissing them, before pulling them with his lips and releasing them with a pop; Y/n’s head being thrown back from the feeling of his stubble also rubbing against her. She was sure there’d be beard burn later, and God she couldn’t wait to be marked up by him in another way.

“Yeah? Keep you between my legs all day, fuck your tongue is so warm on my pussy” She whined clamping her thighs around his head, feeling his tongue flick up and down her clit; her eyes widening and rolling to the back of her head. This all started when Chris came over to her dorm room after a long day of classes, the both of them planning to order in some takeout for a small Valentines day celebration. However once her door opened, he was greeted to the sight of his gorgeous girlfriend sitting propped up waiting for him, a new baby blue lingerie set on her body.

“Can feel you clenchin’ around my tongue baby, cum all over my tongue” Chris growled thrusting his tongue in and out of her hole, his hair being grabbed by her hand as she thrusted his head back and forth, her hips grinding against his face as she came right on his tongue; his lips humming against her swollen lips as he kissed them one last time before sitting up and facing his woman.

“Awk baby look at your cock, been humpin the mattress haven’t you? You’re so cute” Y/n giggled kissing her boyfriend’s lips softly, his hands reaching and groping her tits; her nipples hard against his palms. “Please ma, fuck my cock, n-need you so bad” Chris growled jerking his hips while Y/n rubbed his length slowly, his face desperate and furrowed. Y/n smiled kissing his lips gently, his voice whimpering as she pulled away before his tongue could even attempt to touch her lips.

“Want a kiss pretty boy? Gonna have to work for it” She smirked jerking his cock off, her thumb running over the slit on the head of his shaft, his head nodding rapidly as it rested on her chest; his tongue instead probing and sucking on her globes. “Such pretty tits, soft n’ smooth jus’ like my girl” Smirking he let his teeth graze over her nipple, her hand coming up to take off his baseball cap and throwing it somewhere across her room.

“Chrissy need you to cum right in my hand, wan’ it so bad” She breathed into his ear, her hand holding and gently scratching the nape of his neck, her other hand fisting his cock; her mouth spitting onto it to lube it up lewdly. “G-gonna cum baby, I-i Promise” He shuddered feeling his balls twitch as she cupped them, massaging them gently,

“Good job baby, so proud of you” She cooed lifting up to show her cum covered hand, maintaining eye contact with her man as she licked it clean, Chris not even caring as she used the same hand to cup his face and bring him in for a kiss. Both their juices mixing in a hot wet tongue kiss, his cock growing hard against her thigh. “Need my pussy now baby, m’gonna bust over here” He whimpered against her lips, both of theirs covered in cum and spit, filthy as fuck.

“She needs you too pretty boy, missin’ your thick tongue already” She whined licking a stripe up his cheek, both of them chuckling as she peppered kisses all over his face and neck, allowing him to rub his shaft up through her slick wet centre, coating in all her juicy goodness. His tip nudging her clit playfully as he watched her swollen lips hug over his cock, giving it a nice wet warm hug.

“Jesus baby this all for me yeah? God if we were married i’d knock ya up right here right now, a pussy like this deserves it” He chuckled tauntingly as his thumb ran up and down her slit, her body shivering with each run over, awaiting for him to finally impale her on his shaft. “All for you baby boy, fuck me like a wife that deserves to be fucked” She growled wiggling her hips, trying to catch his dick inside her hole, squealing as Chris slapped his cock on her clit.

Chris would be lying if he didn’t say hearing her call herself his wife got him horny, the thought of them finally committing to each other eternally got him emotional and rowdy at the same time. Even though they both knew they were in it for life, the thought of everyone knowing she was his for the long run made it even better; he couldn’t wait to graduate, marry her and start their own dream family.

“Happy Valentines day baby, my gorgeous gorgeous woman, take all you need” Breathing out he slowly filled her up inch by inch, her mouth agape as he stared up at him, clearly deeply in love; her lips forming a smile once she wrapped her arms around his neck. Despite their love making session starting off as a filthy wet mess, this was their time to emotionally connect and show just how much they missed and loved each other, even though he literally stayed over the night before.

“You feel so good Chrissy, my own pretty boy fuckin’ me so good” She whispered kissing just below his ear, sucking onto it softly enough just to leave a tiny hickey, just for her to see and know about. “This isn’t fucking honey, we’re making some sweet love tonight, gonna show you n’ your sweet pussy jus’ how serious I am about ya. Gonna take ya home with me in summer, play house with ya n’ cook for you; gonna introduce you to everyone as my fiancé” He whispered slowly thrusting in and out of her sopping wet cunt, the wet sounds combined with their soft gasps filling the room.

“M’gonna be your wife” She giggled thinking about the idea of getting married to her frat boyfriend, one who used to be known for being one of the biggest playboys alive. Her tits bouncing against his tattooed built chest, his thrusts regular and deep, allowing them to take their time to fully feel each other. His lips kissing her cheek lovingly, before reaching the corner of her mouth; his blue eyes trained on her glossy ones. “Y-you’re so deep Chrissy, can see you b-bulgin’ in me” She gasped looking down to see the slightest imprint of his huge cock coming through her body, his moans only getting louder as he nuzzled his head into her neck.

“Y-you’re takin’ me so well baby, gah, m’gonna cum honey, can I cum in you pretty?” He whimpered kissing her lips in tiny pecks, his forehead leaning against hers as she cupped his face tightly. “Cum inside me pretty boy, wan’ feel you flood me with your cum, n’watch it leak out” She whined biting his lip feeling her own orgasm catching up, her toes curling as she fell over the edge, her voice breaking and growling as her hips gyrated against his. His legs shaking and stuttering as he dumped his cum inside her velvety walls, both of them whispering quiet “I love yous” as they rode out their highs, Y/n’s legs staying wrapped around Chris’

Chris slowly pulled out gently, shimmying down her body as he left a trail of kisses, finally stopping at her stomach which was slightly bulged just from the mass amount of cum. “Honey what on Earth are ya doin?” She giggled propping herself up on her elbows to look down at her boyfriend, who was no longer her frat boy, he was her pretty boy.

“M’jus kissin ma baby” He joked smiling up at her giddily, moving back up her body to nuzzle in between her breasts; it was normal for him to do this, instead of using pillows. “The only baby we’re havin’ anytime soon is the chinese takeout still sittin’ on the counter” She scoffed raking her nails through his brunette hair, kissing his head every so often, small moans leaving her as he tugged on her nipples playfully. Their sensual moment being interrupted by a certain rumbling noise.

“Come on wifey, let’s get somethin’ in that tummy of yours, other than my cum” He winked hooking his arm under her back and under her legs, carrying her in the direction of her kitchen, leaving their wet mess in the bed to be cleaned up later. “Can I have the caramel chicken-“

Y/n couldn’t even finish her sentence before Chris had stuffed his portion of the caramel chicken into her mouth, his eyes smiling as he watched her do her happy food wiggle beside him, her nude body tucked into his side affectionately. “Oh wait shit my present” Chris rushed out, mouth full of egg fried rice as he ran towards his book bag on the floor, pulling out a neatly wrapped purple box.

“I thought your cock was present enough baby” Y/n laughed taking the box as she climbed to straddle his lap, still nude, both of them ignoring the fact that he had indeed grown hard once again. “I swear if you bought me something expensive again i’m gonna be so mad, I told you I don’t like you wastin’ your money on me” Y/n scolded carefully pulling apart the bow, Chris’ hands massaging her hips, his eyes watching her with so much love.

“Uh first off, I’ll have you know it’s not ‘wasting my money’ and no I did not buy you something expensive” He argued back playfully, his Boston accent coming out more thickly, his eyes like a child’s as he watched her look at the wooden statue in her hands.

The dark wood was shaped like a carousel and had tiny horses on it, her name carved into the side of it delicately, two tiny wooden people seen to be riding a horse together, the guy kissing the girl. “Hold on, is this us riding a carousel baby” Y/n asked seeing the guy wearing a backwards cap,

“Hell yeah baby, ya know that woodwork class I was takin? I asked for a few extra classes n’ boom I made ya a music box, see that necklace in the box? It winds it up so only you can hear it” He rambled taking the music box into his hands, excitedly showing her his handy-work, taking the key shaped necklace and winding it back for her; handing it back when the recording started to place

Was that Chris’ voice singing a thousand years by Christina Perri? Yes, yes it was

“Oh my god baby, You’re so freakin’ adorable! You’re singing our song! On a fuckin’ music box! That you Made! For Me!” She shouted gleefully, holding up the music box proudly, watching excited as the carousel went around and around, Chris felt his heart hammer with pride, he spent months on this project.

They’d only been dating less than a year.

“Wait honey why are you cryin? Is my voice that bad?” He joked bringing a thumb up to wipe a stray tear from his girlfriend’s face, her lips pursed as she set the music box onto the kitchen table, wrapping her arms around his torso. “N-no one’s ever given me something so- so nice before, i’m so in love with you it’s scary Evans. You better not leave me” She rambled kissing his lips again softly, her wet eyes as wide as saucers while looking up at him.

“We’re in this for life baby, me n’ you together forever, if you’ll have me. Josh told me this theory where Humans were originally created with four arms, four legs. And a head with two faces; fearing their power. Zeus split them into two separate parts condemning them to spend their lives In search of their other halves. Their soulmate. Y/n L/n I don’t think I need to look any further, because you are my soulmate, you’re right here. I found you”

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probablyintensemuses · 2 years

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What To Expect When You're Not Expecting (5)

Chris Evans x Black (pregnant) Female Reader

Summary: It's no secret that Chris wants to be a daddy. He's said it in many different interviews and blogs before. He just never expected the mother of his child to be someone he didn't know, let alone fuck.

Warnings: 18+ angst, mentions of alcohol abuse and cheating/ malpractice, talk of abortions!, TALK OF SU*C*DE, TALK OF DMV! BE WARNED!

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(The reader is nearing five months pregnant, it’s giving WandaVision speed lmao. Chris is a proud PAPAya)

You hadn’t spoken to Chris in a week, and it was another week he couldn’t see his child grow. It wasn’t like he was off in another state filming a movie. In fact, he was here in Boston filming Defending Jacob, so he had nothing but opportunities to see you and the baby. But you hadn’t wanted that, ignoring his calls and text. He knew he messed up asking your such personal questions. But he just wanted to help if he could.

So now on his day off work, he found himself walking up to your apartment with a bouquet of flowers and a pack of ginger ale. He truly hoped you would accept his peace offering—he also hoped your love for ginger ale wasn’t conditional to your pregnancy.

Chris adjusted his hoodie and hat, coughing before he knocked on your apartment door. From the other side he heard stampering, and before he knew it the door flew wide open and so did his eyes. The girl before him looked just like you, only shorter and not pregnant. His eyebrow rose as she chewed on a Twix bar, pulling at the carmel that fell from the bar while she stared him down.

“You gonna say anything, or do you just stare?” She burped causing Chris’s face to scrunch up.

“Um?” He coughed, peaking at the apartment doors number, yup still 338. “Am I at the right apartment?”

“You’re at the right place.’ She looked Chris up and down. “Y/n just taking her thirtieth bathroom break of the day.” She turned, walking away leaving the door wide open.

“Are you going to come in, or are you just going to stand there like a pedophile?” She wandered into the kitchen.

Unsure, Chris stepped inside, closing the heavy wooden door behind himself. “And you are?” He asked, following behind the girl. He watched as she pounced onto the counter, digging into a pint of moose tracks ice cream.

She laughed, kicking her legs. “I’m, Sarah. Y/n’s younger sister. Who are you?” She pointed at him with her spoon.

Chris opened his mouth to speak, but Sarah beat him to the chase. “Wait. Don’t tell me,’ she laughed, rubbing her chin. “You’re the baby daddy, Chris Evans. My roommates fucking obsessed with you.”

“Well, thanks.’ He chuckled awkwardly, placing the flowers down on the counter.

“Want some?” Sarah held her a spoonful of ice cream out in front of Chris’s mouth.

“I’m good.” Chris quickly declined.

“Your loss.” She jumped of the counter. “Y/N, GET OUT HERE—YOUR BABY DADDY IS HERE!” She shouted down the small hallway of your apartment.

Y/n stepped out of the bathroom, here brown eyes glaring at Chris’s blue ones as she emerged from the darkness of the hallway. Although he hadn’t known her long, her eyes always conveyed so much. And right now, they told him to get the hell out of her house. Which was nice by the way.

It was small and cozy, a blend of modern and almost Victorian style furniture with nice hints of pastels and neutrals blending together. A candles wick flickered in the background making the apartments living space smell immaculately . Chris was almost jealous of this place.

“What do you want?” You stuck your nose in the air, slouching back on her sofa.

Chris sighed, grabbing the flowers and walking around to your sofa. He took a seat behind you, placing the flowers on your dark brown coffee table.

“I wanted to say I’m sorry for prying, it wasn’t fair for me to drop those questions on you. Especially without your permission.” He said softly.

“Yeah, apologize as you should.” Sarah leaned over the top of the sofa, staring Chris down. “Digging into our personal shit like you’re Derek Morgan from Criminal Minds. Have several seats, Captain Underpants.” She rolled her eyes.

“Sarah,” you popped your little sisters lip. “Go away.”

Sarah smacked your hand back in retaliation, and you could have sworn you hear Chris stifle out a laugh. You glared at them both.

“Go away.” You growled at her, watching her step into the kitchen. “Further.” You pointed in the direction of her bedroom.

“Sorry.” You rubbed your eyes finally addressing Chris. “What did you want again.” You yawned, snuggling into your heated blanket more.

Chris smiled, looking at your ever growing belly, glowing skin, and messy hair. He liked that you were still intact with the child in you, some of your hair strands being dyed pink. Even with this ordeal and everything you’d been through, you still had an innocence about yourself, and that was more than he could say for others he had met.

“Right.” Chris emerged from the trance you seemed to put him in. “I just wanted to give you these and apologize.” He pointed toward the flowers.

“I hate the smell of flowers.” You blurted. Chris sat dumbfounded, what kind of girl hated the smell of flowers.

“Oh.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,’ you got up and headed to the kitchen with your flowers in hand. “I guess they’ll make a cute center piece, until they die.” You plucked away at one of the red rose petals.

“Right.” Chris frowned, not sure how to take your response. He was walking on egg shells here.

“I accept your apology, by the way.” You flicked on the kitchen sink, pouring water into a clear purple vase.

“Really?” Chris beamed.

“Yeah,’ you trimmed the ends of the flowers, tossing them in the vase. “I guess you should know about how fucked up your child’s grandfather is, right?” You said. “How he almost killed me and the rest of my family.”

Chris’s heart pained hearing that. The thought that you could have been killed as a young girl, struck him deeply. How could someone who said he loved you do such horrid things.

“I’m really sorry about that, Y/n.” Chris grabbed your shoulder giving it a light squeeze.

“If you’re so sorry.’ Sarah’s head popped around the corner, followed by the rest of her body. “Cook us some dinner, I’m starved.”

You laughed, feeling your own belly rumble. “It’s only fair.” You shrugged.

“And we want pasta.” Sarah demanded.

Chris could tell the two of you were nothing alike. He shook his head, finally giving in to cooking for the two of you. Not that he had any other plans.

“Fine.” He smiled. “But I only know how to make Alfredo.”

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Chris had been cooking for around thirty minutes, and you’d been staring at his back for the better half of it. And boy did he have a great back, but that wasn’t what most of your thoughts were consumed by. It was mostly consumed by the fact that he never rejected you, not even for a split second. You went through a denial phase of the pregnancy, wanting to end it all. But Chris never seemed to want that.

“Chris.” You spoke up.

He turned around looking at you, almost signaling for you to speak.

“Why do you want this baby so bad?” You bite into a banana.

Chris stopped stirring the Alfredo sauce. Putting the wooden spoon you had provided down. “Why do you ask?”

“What, i can’t ask thought provoking questions too?” You walked around the counter, standing directly in front of him now. “Why did you want this.” You pointed at the bump.

Chris shrugged. “I don’t know, I’ve always wanted a family.”

“No, there’s more to that story. Everyone wants a family, a village to come home to.” You explained.

“Well maybe that’s just it.” Chris turned around, throwing a kitchen towel over his shoulder. “Maybe I’m tired of coming home to an empty house, it’s been just me and dodger for the pass five years. Maybe I want more, Y/n.”

You sighed, and there it was. He was lonely. “I get that. Thank you for being honest.” You smiled.

“You’re welcome.” He smiled, turing back to the sauce.

“So you think this baby will be enough for you?” You asked.

“I know it will, and so will you.” He said back.

Your heart fluttered at that sentiment, you think you were staring to love your accidental family just a little bit more each and every day—and that included Chris.

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Chris’s dinner was, interesting, to say the least. It wasn’t bad, but it was stellar either. Not that you were going to tell him that. But Sarah on the other hand. She had a mouth for anyone and anything.

“Did you season this?” She asked with a perplexed face

“Yes? Is it not to your standard, Queen Sarah.” Chris sassed her back.

Sarah scoffed. “Don’t get smart.” She frowned at him.

He put his hands up in defense, wiping the corners of his mouth. “Y/n? Your thoughts?”

You looked up, playing with the noodles. “Um, it’s cute.” You said quietly, hearing Sarah burst into a fit of giggles.

“Cute?” He said, narrowing his blue eyes.

“I mean,’ you stammered over your words. “Never mind, it’s great.” You lied to him, watching his face soften.

“Well, thank you,’ he coughed. “I actually have something to ask you.” He said.

“That’s funny,” Sarah interjected. “I was gonna ask you something to.”

Chris subtly rolled his eyes. “What is, Sarah?”

She smirked. “What’s it like to be famous? And what made you want to honker down and have this baby with my fabulous sister?”

“Being famous isn’t what everyone thinks. It’s not all glitz and glamour, it’s hard work too.”

“I bet.” She took a sip of her drink. “And my sister?” She nudged you.

Chris looked at you and then the baby, a glimmer of something you couldn’t explain was in his eyes. “I just—I don’t know I feel comfortable around your sister, and I’m in a position where I can take care of both of them. Relationship or not, I guess.” He mumbled.

“It’s not conventional,’ you gave his hand a pat. “But it’ll work.” You smiled.

“Aw, how cute!” Sarah said sarcastically. “So you know Sebastian?” She immediately changed the subject.

You giggled, spitting out your ginger ale a bit. “Stop.”

“No, don’t do that!’ Sarah laughed. “You should have seen what she was saying about him.” She told Chris

“You know Sebastian?” Chris grabbed his glass confused.

“No, I don’t. But after I found out who you were I kind of went on a stalking binge with Sarah on the phone, we found Sebastian. And I don’t know, he’s cute.” You smiled, before taking another sip.

alright, Chris didn’t know if he should be jealous. According to everyone he was just your baby daddy. But something about the woman carrying his baby finding his best friend ‘cute’ bothered him, badly.

“Hm, yeah well Sebastian’s a sweetheart.” He grumbled, rolling his eyes.

“Maybe he can be your next celebrity baby daddy, Y/n.” Now it was Chris’s turn to spit of his drink.

“Sorry.” Chris said as everyone’s eyes were on him, he wiped himself off with a napkin avoiding the girls eyes.

“You good bro?” Sarah asked, ripping off another piece of paper towel and passing it to him.

“Yeah.’ He coughed once more. “I’m fine.”

“But y/n,’ Chris carried on. “I was thinking we should plan for a baby shower.”

“Oh,’ y/n gasped.

“I mean if that okay with you?” He added.

“Yeah, it’s great. It’s just, I don’t have much family to bring. It’ll just be Sarah and Vada.” You told him.

“That’s ok.’ He smiled. “My family has been dying to you meet you.”

“Okay.“ you nodded.

“Good. When should we start planning?” Chris asked, pulling out his calendar.

“Are you opening your calendar?” Sarah laughed.

“Sarah, stop he’s busy. And next week should be fine, Chris.”

“Hopefully not too busy for the baby.” She grumbled underneath her breath, Chris hears her and glares.

“Never too busy.” He replied with a different look for both girls. “Next week is perfect Y/n.”

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bonky-n-steeb · 2 years

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Chris Evans' Requests; just as you requested~

~ I'm not sure if you've ever done this, but maybe while a game, they get caught on kiss cam...? Sry im rlly not good at explaining things lmao

~ Second one is... If ya wanna add a lil ✨spice✨... Chris has gotta take the edge off when his adrenaline is real high after a game aaand well... Iykyk.

~ Don't really got a third one, but i just have to say that you girl are amazing and that i am COMPLETELY in love with your writing :))

Lysmmm 💜💜

Thank you so much 🥺🥰 I’m going with the first one cuz it’s super cute 😍

An audible gasp left your lips as you stared at the screen. Your surprised face was visible along with that of your best friend, Chris. For a moment, your breath left your lungs at the prospect of kissing Chris.

But you shook your head as you realised that was never going to happen. Chris was well.. Chris. Literally everyone loved him, including you. He was the most amazing friend ever, and you didn’t want to ruin anything by telling him about your feelings, so just looked on from the sidelines.

Chris was a little slower than you look at the screen and realise the reason behind people cheering. But the instant he saw your faces plastered over the kiss cam, a bright smile spread over his lips.

You shrugged as you looked at him as you tried to convey that he didn’t really need to do it. But before you could speak, Chris’ lips descended upon yours. His placed his palm on your cheek as he pulled you close and you felt like everything was muted even though the whole stadium was cheering.

His lips were soft and pillowy and the kiss was so sweet that you thought you’d melt. This definitely wasn’t a friendly kiss. You didn’t know how much time passed as you lost yourself in the kiss.

You were nearly cross eyed by the time you pulled away to breathe. If it were up to you, you would prefer drowning in his sweet scent. A giddy smile was plastered on both of your faces and you shyly ducked your head down.

“So.. Uhh,. That was intense huh?” You tried laughing it off but Chris was serious. “Would you like to go on a date with me?” He asked it so fast you nearly missed it in the noise of the stadium. “I mean I’ve wanted to ask this for a long time. And I like you.. a lot,.. and I was just… It’s okay if you don’t…”

“Yes!” You nearly screamed out the answer you had practiced a billion times in your dreams. Chris let out a breath he was holding and you couldn’t believe this was your reality. Maybe, dreams do come true.

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hertzwritings · 2 years

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Pawprints

A/N: My brain is used and rotten by all my professional knowledge at this point in time, so I’m resetting with some good, old fanfiction. It’s the cure all, and I will die on this hill. Prompt: “There’s blood everywhere.”

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Pairing: Chris Evans x plus sized!Reader

Contains: language, mentions of SMALL injury to Dodger (PROMISE IT’S BARELY A THING), Vetenarian!Reader, flirty Chris, smidge of angst, a lot of fluff

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Pawprints

You weren’t sure what you were expecting, when you moved to a small town just outside of Boston to take over the veterinarian position; at any rate, you were here and it was the quietest job, you’d ever had in your entire life. Mrs. Robinson came in once a week with her poodle, because she convinced herself it was limping (it was not, nor was it the time before that), Mr. Ericsson came in with his parrot, because he needed you to make it stop swearing (it did not, but the parrot did get worse at it) and all in all, you didn’t do much. It was still only a month since you moved to Boxford, and you had wanted the quiet of the small town. It fit you perfectly after a shitty breakup and a shittier job. The quiet of your small home on the outskirts of the town, the living room facing the lake and the forest around it – you might have a shit-ton of handiwork on front of you, because the cabin was overgrown, falling apart at the seams and your foot had gone through a hole in the kitchen floor more times than you could count, but it felt like home.

You sighed and placed the last of your cups in the cupboard, finally emptying the last box – it was a relief to finally be done, especially in the sweltering heat. You felt like you could swim in the amount of sweat, your body had produced; another wonderful aspect of being a bigger girl. You glanced at the clock and decided that it wasn’t late enough to call it a night, and the fact that you hadn’t actually seen more of the town other that the supermarket, your practice and your home, made up your mind to at least see something from the town.

The walk to town wasn’t too long, and the warm evening air felt comfortable on your skin as you trekked through small and narrow streets, the soft noises of the day winding down and the evening kicking in, surrounding you. The town was small and quaint – it was pretty, with soft lights from the streetlights flooding the sidewalk leading to the post-office, while people walked to and from the grocery store, the small restaurant and the park, families hauling blankets and children in their hands. You smiled at them and waved politely at them – your eyes scanned the town square and they landed on a sign to the only bar in town. Perfect.

You stepped inside, the smell of beer and peanuts flooding your senses, and you walked straight to the bar, ignoring the stares that followed you. New people in a small town were bound to draw a few eyes. The bartender smiled politely at you. “What can I get you, doc?” you laughed a little under your breath. “I’m not a doctor, I’m a vet.” “Same difference here.” He winked at you. “What will it be?” “Double whiskey, please.” He nodded and pulled down a bottle from the top shelf, before he winked at you. “You deserve the top shelf-stuff. Don’t worry, no extra charge.” You chuckled and gratefully took the glass from him. Another voice sounded from your left. “Hey, Henry, can I have whatever beer is the coldest?” It sounded familiar. You turned your head a little and almost threw up. Holy shit. Blue eyes locked in with yours, and a soft smile played on his lips. “Hi.” You gulped and tried to fix the sudden dry spot in your throat. “H-hi.” You stuttered. The bartender placed a cold beer in front of him, and turned to you. “Don’t worry too much about it, that’s the general reaction he gets from anyone under the age of 60.” You both laughed at that, and he turned to you fully, extending his hand to you. “Chris.” You nodded. “Kind of knew that.” You grabbed his hand and shook it. It was warm and slightly rough. “I’m Y/N.” “Oh, shit, you’re the new veterinarian, right?” He asked, letting your hand go and grabbed his beer. “Yup.” “Can I ask why on earth you moved here? It’s… Uhm…” he trailed off and you didn’t miss the way his eyes zeroed in on your lips as you licked them. “Uneventful?” He nodded. “Uh, well… I guess I needed it. Besides, it was my old teacher who ran the practice here, and I was pretty close with him, so it seemed perfect for me to take over.” You shrugged. “I have to know though, what you’re doing here? I thought you were a big-city-boy?” He chuckled. “I used to be. I needed the freedom a little, after both L.A. and Boston, I guess. I like to be able to walk Dodger around without having a camera or five in my face.” “That makes sense.” He smiled at you. “Where did you move in? I didn’t think there was any listings in town?” He took a sip, leaning against the bar. His bicep was bulging out of his tight t-shirt and it took you a moment to focus on talking. “Oh, there wasn’t. I actually moved into the lake cabin.” You said and grinned at his expression. “I know, yeah, it has… A few issues.” “Y/N, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but it is literally a gust of wind away from collapsing.” You laughed along with him – you felt warm and slightly giddy, while also in awe that this man, this absolute God was talking to you willingly. “Maybe so. But I’m working hard to make it a little sturdier.” You said with a shrug. “It’s a little difficult with a small toolbox from IKEA, but I make do.” “Oh no, that won’t do. You at least need a powerdrill that can do something.” He said with a grin. “My powerdrill is perfect, thank you very much.” You finished your drink and stood. “I should get back, or Mrs. Robinson will be very upset with me tomorrow.” “Of course.” He grinned. “Uh… Can I, maybe walk you home?” he asked, and you were surprised by a soft blush on his cheeks. Without thinking about it, you answered. “Sure. I’m still a little lost on the trails, so…” “Cool. I’ll pay, hang on.” And with that, he paid for both of your drinks and left the bar together.

As soon as you were out of the town center, and the sidewalk turned to gravel under your shoes, you opened your mouth. “So you’re not… Like a serial killer or something, right? Who just uses fame as the best cover ever?” You asked, only halfway joking. He laughed hard, his hand flying to his chest. “No, I’m not, but I commend you for asking the question after we are out of eye and earshot, in the darkness and in the woods. Very good on survival-skills, Y/N.” “Damn, I didn’t even think about that.” You mused. “Well, can we just make a deal that you don’t kill me, then?” “Sure thing.” You walked a little while without talking, until he cleared his throat. “I, uh, I’m sorry if I seemed forward. It’s just a little rare that people my age shows up around here.” “You don’t even know how old I am. Or if I’m single.” You raised an eyebrow at him. “For all you know, I might be 45 and married with seven kids.” He chuckled. “That’s true. So… How old are you, and do you by chance have a husband and seven kids, I need to know about?” You shook your head. “No husband or kids. Thankfully dodged that bullet. And I’m 27.” “Oh wow, you’re younger than I thought you were.” He said quietly. “And what do you mean dodged that bullet? Kids or the husband?” “The husband. I’m not that young, Chris. Full adult here.” “Want to talk about it?” “My age? Pretty self-explanatory. See, I was born…” He laughed and you nudged his shoulder – well, more like his elbow, because he towered well above you. “Ha, ha, funny girl. No, the husband. Or lack of him.” You sighed. “I, uh…” Somehow, you found yourself pretty comfortable with him around, and it seemed as easy as it was talking to your friends back in the city. “Well, we were together for a long time. Almost five years. He proposed and took it back three months later, because he found someone else.” “Ouch.” “Not the worst part, if you can believe it.” You said bitterly. Your house was appearing out of the darkness. “He told me it was because I gained weight. I wasn’t… I don’t know, sexy, I guess, anymore. So, he found a blonde, tall and skinny model-type, who doted on him. More than I did, anyway.” “Holy shit, he’s a douche.” Chris said, stopping dead in his tracks. “I mean, I barely know you and I think you’re a catch.” You felt your cheeks heat up. “Thanks, but you don’t have to say that. I’m pretty used to…” “I’m not saying it out of pity. Seriously, I… Okay, so… You can ask Henry and he’ll tell you I never willingly talk to anyone. You kind of drew me in. He’s a douche, your ex, Y/N.” You scoffed. “I wish I knew that five years ago.” You looked to your house. “Uhm, this is me. I guess I’ll see you around?” He nodded and sent you a boyish smile. “I guess you will. Goodnight, Y/N.” “Goodnight, Chris.” He turned to leave, gravel crunching under his feet, and something clicked inside of you. “Chris, wait!” You yelled after him and jogged to his side. He turned quickly to face you. “Give me your phone.” You asked, and he handed you it willingly. “Why?” He asked, while you punched your number in and gave it back to him. “Uhm… Well, now you have my number. In case, I don’t know, you need some vet-assistance. You can call or text if there’s anything you need.” It was half true – you also just kind of wanted him to have your number. You grinned and he echoed your grin – his eyes lit up even under the cover of darkness. “Well.. Thank you, Y/N. Sleep tight, honey.”

When you laid down in bed, you saw your phone light up with a message from an unknown number.

Unknown: Just in case you need the powerdrill. 😉

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It was only two days later, after you had already dozed off, when your phone rang, and Chris’ name lit up your screen. You answered groggily. “I know I said anything you need, but it’s a little late…” you mumbled, rubbing sleep from your eyes. “It’s Dodge.” His voice was panicked. “I don’t know what happened, I don’t… He’s, God, I let him out, and there’s…” He was panicked, that’s for sure. You could hear how shallow his breaths were, and all traces of sleepiness disappeared from your body. You sat straight up and fumbled for your lights, turning them on and quickly throwing your sweatpants and a hoodie on. “Y/N, please, there’s blood everywhere.” “Okay, hay, it’s alright. I’m on my way, okay? Is his breathing normal?” You asked, putting him on speaker to throw your hoodie on. “Yeah, I… yeah, I think so. He’s limping.” You nodded. “Okay, Chris, I need you to text me your address. I’ll drive to you as fast as I can, okay? Make sure he tries to drink some water, and keep an eye on him to see if he gets sleepy.” “Ye-yes, yeah, okay.” He hung up and you practically jumped into your sneakers and out into your car, praying that the piece of shit would start. It did, and you put your phone in the cupholder, GPS on and found the address he had texted you.

You knocked on his door – the big door that belonged to the big house with the other side of the forest behind it – with your go-bag over your shoulder. He opened quickly. “Thank you so much!” His eyes were wide, and he looked just about ready to cry. “Yeah, no problem. Where’s the best boy?” You asked, toeing your shoes off. “In here.” He led you through his hallway to the living room (which was beautiful and kept in neutral colors, with dashes of forest-green added here and there) and your eyes found Dodger immediately. He was laying on the floor next to the fireplace, pawprints of dried blood around him. “Hi, buddy. It’s nice to meet you, yeah?” You slowly extended your hand and he leaned against it, allowing you to scratch him behind the ear. “I had hoped it would be in a different way, but nonetheless…” You let your bag fall to the ground gently, and turned your head to Chris, who was biting his nails. “Chris, can you go and get two clean towels and wet them both?” He nodded and rushed to what you presumed was the kitchen. “Alright, Dodge, what’s up with you, huh? Scaring your dad like that…” You chuckled when his tail wagged. “At least your mood is good.” You looked at his eyes and felt his nose. “Buddy, I’m going to check you, okay? I promise I’ll be good if you don’t bite.” He woofed gently and you took it as a sign of goodwill, and began slowly inching your fingers through his fur, around his neck, down his tail and finally, his paws. “Ah, there’s the culprit.” You mumbled to yourself, and Chris knelt next to you with the towels. “Can you give him one of them to just suck on? Sometimes it’s calming to them, and we’re making sure he’s getting fluids.” He nodded and followed your instructions. “He was outside?” You asked, feeling Dodger’s hindleg. “Yeah, I… I don’t know what happened. It wasn’t more than a minute, and I just looked down and there was blood…” he drew a deep breath and you smiled reassuringly at him. “Dodger is going to be just fine. He got cut by something, see?” You held the paw up, and sure enough, a gash was at the bottom – it wasn’t too deep, and wouldn’t require stiches, because it had already stopped bleeding. “Oh, thank God.” Chris closed his eyes and exhaled a shaky breath. “Thank you. I always panic when something happens to him, and I just…” You shook your head. “it’s fine. It’s what I’m here for, remember?” You smiled softly at him. “But we’re not totally in the clear yet. I need to clean the surface of it, and I need to give him a shot, just in case.” Chris paled. “I promise, it’s fine and he won’t even notice me giving him the shot.” “Honestly, it’s not him I’m worried about. It’s me. I hate needles.” He confessed and you laughed a little, nuzzling Dodger’s fur. “Aren’t you covered in tattoos?” You asked, while searching your bag for the necessary things. “Yes, but I don’t see the needle there.” “Ah.” You worked fast and fixed the shot quickly. “Okay, then do me a favor, okay?” He nodded. “I need you to just hold and cuddle Dodge while I give the shot. Don’t look at it, okay, just keep your eyes on me.” “That won’t be a problem.” He said quickly and blushed. “Wow, flirting, are we?” You joked. “Not that I mind.” You added quickly. “I would hope not. I mean… It’s kind of hard not to look at you, have you seen yourself lately? Gorgeous.” He chuckled and held Dodger’s head in his lap. “Okay, just… keep your eyes on me, okay?” You blushed and began stroking a spot on Dodger near his stomach, that made him visibly relax and quickly gave him the shot. He didn’t react at all, and was being a very good boy, even when you cleaned the gash with antibacterial wipes. “Good boy, Dodger!” You praised and both he and his owner seemed happy to receive the praise. “I got you something, boy…” You fumbled for a moment and pulled out one of the surefire winners in the treat-book and gave it to him after Chris nodded to you, agreeing. Dodger took it happily and trotted off in no time, barely limping. Chris fell back against the backside of the couch, closing his eyes.

“Seriously, thank you. I don’t even know what to say other than that.” “No worries, I am here to help.” “I wonder what he stepped on.” “I can help figure it out with you tomorrow?” You suggested with a nervous smile. “Yeah, I’d like that.” He smiled, and you moved to sit next to him, shaking slightly. “I hope it’s not too much, but, uh… Do you think you can stay for a little while? Just to make sure he’s good?” You nodded. “Of course. Anything.”

And that’s how you spent the night. You moved from the floor and the backside of the couch to actually sitting in the couch after a while, talking easily with him, and flirting even easier – he made you feel safe and comfortable, as you talked and laughed until the sun came up. You talked about everything and nothing, and he was not shy from flirting with you, which you weren’t one to not return tenfold to him.

“You know, we should go find whatever he cut himself on.” Chris said with a slightly hoarse voice. You had talked through the night. “Yeah, and I should get home after. I have a giant hole in my kitchen, I need to fix.” You said, standing up. “I mean… We could come with you? I’m real’ handy, miss.” You laughed. “And Dodger is a pro at finding spiders, so you’ll be spider-free and hopefully hole-free.” Dodger wagged his tail and woofed gently.

How could you say no to that?

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bluemoon-fever · 1 year

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i just wanna see you shine | chris evans fic

pairing: choreographer!chris evans x black!ballerina!reader (all can read)

summary: your company's new choreographer puts you through extra lessons.

word count: 1.7k

warnings: MINORS DNI, sexual tension, light angst, workplace relations, smut, slight D/s dynamics, semi-public sex, bratty behavior, brat-taming, dirty talk, degradation kink, unprotected semi-rough p-in-v sex (wrap it before you tap it!), nipple play, spitting, pleasurable pain, edge play, after-care, pet name (dove), not beta'd (all mistakes are mine!)

notes: hello! this is my first writing in almost a year! i actually have a full fic series planned out with choreographer!chris. (this scene wouldn't happen exactly the way it does in that fic) let me know if you'd like to see this AU!

Extra lessons. That’s what you’ll need.

That’s what he had announced to the entire company, embarrassing-scratch that-humiliating you after another strenuous rehearsal. He thought it would do you good to do private one-on-one lessons with him. Despite the anger flaring up inside of you, you kept your composure, gave him a painted smile and agreed to it before he continued to subject you to another excruciating run of a complicated combination he came up with.

A month prior, your company announced they were putting on a product of Giselle. You were excited, eager to prove to the directors that you were Giselle. You had been a soloist for years, and you were anxious to rise to principal ballerina. You worked your hardest, stayed late practicing your technique and coming in early. Your dedication did not go unnoticed, and when you auditioned, you were chosen. It was the best news of your life. Performing as Giselle was your dream, and it would finally come through.

And then came Chris Evans. He was hired as your company’s new choreographer, a good friend of the director. He was attractive and everyone was swooning over him, yourself included. But you kept things professional… well at least you tried to.

The tension between you and him was undeniable. Every time he touched your body, a jolt of electricity went through your body and into his. When your partner wasn’t performing to his expectations, he performed the romantic pas de deux with you. He touched you like you were the most delicate flower. You craved to feel him close to you, even something as minor as lifting your chin up after you finished a routine.

But aside from the physical tension you felt with him, you also butted heads. You had exchanged a few sassy, passive-aggressive quips to one another. It was enough to make the room go silent. As much as he made you swoon, he could drive you absolutely crazy. As demanding as he was, you were just as stubborn.

You were sure you had pissed him off a couple of times. If he changed a minor step that you felt shouldn’t have been, you insisted on performing it. You had done it so many times you were surprised he didn’t explode on you. But after the last time of defying his wishes, he recommended extra lessons.

And that threw you over the edge.

You were surprised you kept your composure that well. You needed to let out your anger and frustration. You needed a physical release, and you needed that fast. Eventually, you did when you found yourself being split open by his cock in the studio later that night.

“You can be such a fucking brat,” he said as he seared into you. Your bodies were pushed up against the mirror, indenting the combined form of you into the mirror. Both of your clothes strewn across the studio floor seemed frenetic as if you were racing to see who could get the other naked quicker.

“But you love it. I can see it. You love being a brat, huh?” He gripped your chin as he pounded into you. Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head at the sensations you felt. His electric touch radiated through your body from the strong grip he had on your hips and chin and the feeling of fullness from him inside you. It was so good, so overwhelming, so, so…

“Look at you. Falling apart on my cock,” he growled into your ear. A small smile crept into your face as you saw your form. You were so fucked out. This man drove you absolutely wild, and you absolutely loved it, every single second of it.

His hands slowly and softly slipped down to caress your breasts. He ran his fingers over your nipples softly before pinching them. You moaned softly, leaning your head back against him as he continued to show attention to your breasts.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he said, switching his voice to a sweetness that made your knees weak.

“Uh huh,” you managed to squeak out, enjoying the pleasurable pain he was causing you at that moment. “Don’t stop, please.”

As you locked eyes with him, you saw a devious smile grow on his face. If he had the means, he would take you apart whenever he saw fit. As he had you, he felt like he found the piece of the puzzle that finally fit him. He believed it when he saw you, but this right now confirmed it.

He moved his hands down, slipping into your wet folds. Your moans grew louder as he found your clit and began giving it extra attention. Your legs began to shake, and your breaths grew more rugged. He was bringing you to the edge, and you were ready to dive over.

“Chris, please,” you moaned. “I’m so-so c-close.”

“You cum when I tell you to, brat,” he said, switching back to the stern persona he was moments prior. That same stern voice that led you into an argument over his treatment of you. The stern voice that called you out on your willful defiance. The same stern voice that said you were driving him crazy.

“You can be so fucking difficult!” he shouted. Your back was turned to him as you took a sip of your water. Going over this combination had made you sweat, but he was making you heated.

“And you can be so unreasonable!” you retorted, turning back to him. “You humiliated me in front of the entire company! Telling me in front of everyone that I need extra lessons. Do you know how that made me look? How that made me feel?”

“What is the big deal? You needed this lesson. Do you not want to look perfect?” he countered.

“You just don’t fucking get it,” you said as you began to grab your belongings. “I’ve worked my ass off to get here. You don’t know what they say about me, what they think of me.”

“Who cares what they think!” he shouted.

“I do! I fucking do! Because this has been my dream since I could remember and despite being so close to achieving it, I still don’t feel good enough because of them and now you. You don’t have to tell me, but I can feel it. I can feel what you think of me. You don’t think I’m good enough.”

“You don’t know what I think,” he said as he inched closer to you.

“Oh really? So what do you think of me? Enlighten me.”

“I think of you all the time. You drive me absolutely insane. I think of you when I wake up, when I go to bed, at all hours of the day.” Your breath hitched. “I think you are one of the most beautiful dancers I have ever seen and no one else in this building can hold a candle to you. I think you have so much potential, but you don’t see it in yourself.”

“Chris-”

“Be quiet and listen to me, for once. When I recommended these lessons, I did it because I wanted to perfect this piece with you. Or at least that is what I convinced myself. But really, I wanted to spend time with you. I wanted to be able to see you, without bounds, in your true form without judgment.”

You stood still, struggling to process what he was telling you.

“But you wanted to be a brat. And you know what I think? I think you love being a brat. I think you need it tamed out of you. And I think you piss me off to tempt me into fucking it out of you.”

Hearing him be so brash with you snapped you out of your daze. You knew his words were true, and your pussy was growing wet as he eyed you like a predator finally cornering his prey.

“Am I right?” he asked. You gave me a coy smile. In seconds, he was on you.

“Please, please let me cum,” you whined. Chris’ assault on your pussy and clit had sent you over the edge, but every time you got close, he pulled back.

“Not yet,” he said. Chris enjoyed seeing you so fucked out. Seeing you in your full naked form was his kryptonite. As much as you thought he had you under his spell, you held him under yours.

“Open your mouth.” You complied, leaning your head back and angling your open mouth for him. He spit down your throat before capturing your lips into his. Their softness was a drug to him.

The dam within you was beginning to break, and Chris could feel it. Your pussy was squeezing the life out of him, and tears were beginning to spill down your eyes. “You can come, dove. Come for me,” he commanded.

Your body felt like it was reborn over and over again. Your orgasm overwhelmed you. Chris held your body tightly as you shook and creamed over his length. After a few more pumps, he shot his load into you, jumping over the edge like you. Both of your orgasms felt like they lasted hours and when you both came down, he softly lifted you off the mirror and laid you on the cool floor. You whined at the contact, and the loss of his warmth.

Chris returned with a wet towel, cleaning you up, before handing you a water bottle. When you looked up, he was half-dressed. You stared at your reflection, your curls wildly springing out for the sleek bun you wore everyday. You thought you looked like a wild woman.

“You’re beautiful, dove. I hope you can see that,” he told you as he softly kissed your lips, the tip of your nose, and forehead. “I just wanna see you shine like the star you are on that stage. Because you are one. You are my star.”

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chrisevansdaughter · 2 years

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brain noise “just shhh”

A/n: This has been written with it swaying on personal heavy experiences with this topic, please do feel free to point out any inconsistencies with this, nevertheless I hope you all enjoy and if needed find comfort that you’re not alone <3

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This is a request for @chrisevansobbsessed so thank you for this it was joy to write I hope you like it

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Summary: The reader has been struggling with school and the weight of this causes a severe panic attack, Chris being the amazing soft! Dad he is helps her though the panic attack coupled with an overload due to her autism.

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Paring: Chris Evans x Autistic Daughter! Reader

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When you were having a bad day, Chris being as in sync with your moods and emotions more so he just knew when you either were having a bad day or just having an off moment.

This was more apparent when you were younger and had got the diagnosis of Autism - hence the reasons some characteristics that appear when you had a habit of shutting off because of school made sense since its been a cycle since middle school so from about 10 years old.

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It had been a long Monday morning with a triple lesson that you’d hated with a burning passion as that wasn’t bad enough you’re favourite teacher wasn’t there so biology was a shit show.

Dad came to pick me up; it went down hill drastically from how i shut in biology, he’d been notified of this so he came and got me early since he’d worked with the teachers and the school about a learning plan for me in instances like this.

“Hey bubba, how are you feeling” he said walking up to me in the sensory room inside the SEN (special education needs, it’s a UK thing) office in my school

“I- mhmh” I mumbled out whilst pulling the skin off my nails - which was a normal reply which could show where i was was on my ‘shutdown scale’ as we had named it in a meeting.

“Oh sweetheart, its okay it’s just brain noise shhhh, we’re going to go home and calm down in your tepee with dodger, if you want i can get Scott to come over and cuddle too” he replied giving me a grounding tight hug.

I just nodded because i had no energy to reply properly.

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As I pulled into the driveway, i noticed y/n started to hyperventilate out of panic as she must of got in her head because of the day she’d had.

So I took her hand after helping her out of the car with a lot of convincing and reassuring we were in the house in the living room snuggling in her tepee with dodger in tow (as always) that I’d bought after she a particularly rough week of panic attacks and shut downs; whilst Scott was making her some safe food that she’d eat so I can give her some of her anxiety meds that would help ground her further which will hopefully let her sleep a little since my sweet girl looked exhausted.

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Time skip

After meds, safe food and uncle Scott, dad and dodger cuddles I felt better and fell asleep after a long conversation about why school was bad and why I felt so anxious with the massive weight on my shoulders because of the work and it just being too overwhelming. Dad said he’d set up meeting to review my plan and to possibly put more things in place to prevent this from happening again.

“Thank you so much dad for dealing with me and putting up with me with everything I throw you’re way; I love you so much.” I said giving him a super tight hug

“You don’t have to thank me bubba it’s my job as you’re dad to deal with all of this and it’s not ‘putting up’ with you it’s looking out for you’re best interests and making sure you’re okay, happy and healthy. I love you too nugget” he replied whilst planting a kiss on my forehead.

After the heart to heart we had a movie night with all of my favourite Disney movies including Cars 2 and Little Mermaid. It was an extremely exhausting day but I couldn’t change how my dad always shows me love no matter what happens, he’ll always have my back and love me to the end of the earth.

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I don’t know how I like this, did make me tear up a bit because of the Soft! Dad Chris but here it is, I hope you all like it of course reblogs are welcome ❤️❤️

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whiskeyncoke-redux · 2 years

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From Instagram to Elle

Chris Evans x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: Chris's Instagram photos of you and how your pregnancy has progressed have become so popular that Elle magazine wants to do a photoshoot with you.

Warnings: Pregnancy I guess

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“Y/N, you ready?” Chris asked you.

“Yep, just give me a second,” you said to him, walking out a little more slowly than usual. Being six months pregnant had slowed you down a bit. You were still fairly active, but it took you a little more time now.

Chris beamed when he saw you, he always had done that but now that you were pregnant with your first child, his smile was far bigger now. You walked over to him, and he kissed your forehead before placing his hand at the small of your back and ushered you outside to the car.

You were on your way to a few photoshoots and interviews. You were surprised when you had gotten the call from Chris’s agent. She had told you that Elle, Vogue, and InStyle had wanted you to pose for them. See, once you found out you were pregnant and had told Chris, he had snapped a picture of your growing belly every month and posted it on Instagram. The outpouring of support and likes had caused the editors of these magazines to catch wind of it and wanted you to pose for them. It was a strange request and a bit of a shock to you. It was something that you hadn’t done before, but you were all for it.

Chris’s manager had arranged for the photos to be taken a few days apart, so as not to put too much stress on you. Today you were posing for Elle. You settled back into the seat, making sure that your seatbelt was secure because Chris drove like a maniac. Soon you were headed to the studio.

You were greeted by the staff that was working on the shoot with hugs and kisses on the cheek. You knew them all well because you had seen Chris work with them multiple times before. Alicia would be conducting the interview after. You hugged the photographer, Lucy, tightly when you saw her.

“It’s so good to see you again, Y/N,” she said. “And look at you! You’re positively glowing!”

“That may just be sweat,” you said, laughing. “I’m hot all the time.”

Lucy nodded. “Makes sense, it’s nearly December and you’re wearing short sleeves. Well not to worry, what we have for you to wear is nice, cool, and comfortable.”

“Good,” you said to her.

“Hey there, Chris,” she said, turning to him. “And how have you been holding up?”

“Pretty good, just keeping an eye on Y/N here.”

Lucy nodded again and then directed you to the dressing room to change into the outfits they had picked out for you.

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The photoshoot went great. You didn’t do any complicated poses, your pregnant belly getting in the way. The photos they had gotten were amazing. There was one in a white gown, where you were leaning against a pillar looking down at your belly . You did one in a red gown, with red roses in your hair. But your favorite was an off shoulder, blue gown that, with the help of fans, they had gotten to flow out from behind you. In all of them you were cradling your belly and every time you caught Chris’s eye, he smiled at you, his eyes full of awe.

“Okay, now let’s get some with Chris,” Lucy said, surprising him.

“Me?”

“Yeah, you,” you said to him, holding out your hand.

“These aren’t going in the magazine are they?”

“Mmm maybe one or two.”

You laughed at the look on his face. He looked down at what he was wearing, just a white t-shirt that he had under his coat, and a pair of jeans. Lucy looked at him, then back at you, her lips pursed in thought.

“I have something to match that,” she said, leading you back into the dressing room and handing you a simple long-sleeved dress that matched Chris’s outfit.

Once you had changed and walked back out to him. First you posed with him behind you, both your hands on your stomach. Then they did one where you were seated on a stool, and Chris stood behind you. After that you two did one where his hands were on your belly, with your foreheads touching. Finally you did one where you were able to show your bare stomach and Chris did the same, you both laughing at the juxtaposition. He leaned in and kissed you, while Lucy snapped a few pictures of that too.

“All right, I think we got what we need,” Lucy said to you. “Now you can change and Alicia will be waiting for you.”

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Once you had changed, you went back out and took a seat next to Chris for the interview.

“Now,” Alicia said. “We won’t be long I promise to keep it short and sweet.”

You and Chris both nodded.

“First, how are you two doing?”

“Oh, we’re great,” you told her. “Well I am tired a lot, but other than that, great.”

“Yeah, we’re doing fine,” Chris added.

“So no pregnancy issues?”

“Not really no,” you said, while Chris laughed.

“Well, she does have those weird cravings, especially in the middle of the night. And I’m usually the one who has to get them.”

“Well, to be fair, getting up and out of bed is hard. I kinda have to roll from side to side, to get my feet on the floor.”

Alicia laughed. “What cravings does she usually have?”

“Oh umm grapefruit and pepper, olives in chocolate,” Chris pulled a face at that.

“Hey, now, they’re good.”

“If you say so.”

“I also eat normal stuff like bacon.”

“Only if it’s covered in cheese.”

“Cheese is good, man.”

“Yeah so good I’ve even seen her mix it with ice cream.”

“That was just the one time!”

“And she’s also started eating spicy food. She loves jalapeno peppers on everything.”

Alicia giggled at the pair of you. Once she recovered she asked, “So the reason you’re doing this photoshoot for Elle and other magazines is interesting. You, Chris, posted pictures on your Instagram each month of Y/N’s belly, why is that?”

“Well, I was so excited when I found out she was pregnant that I wanted to share with everyone I could.”

“Yeah,” you added. “He was so happy that when I told him, after taking several pregnancy tests to make sure, that he picked me up and spun me around.”

“And I had to put you down quickly.”

“Yeah, well, I was gonna be sick and I didn’t want to get that on you.”

“Fair enough,” he conceded. “Anyway, it’s our first child and I just wanted to document it through every step.”

“You’ve also had some videos posted too,” Alicia said.

“Yeah, he loves doing that,” you said with a sarcastic eye roll that made Chris laugh. “He’s posted so many of those.”

“My favorite one is the one where you’re sitting on the couch with your feet up, and the bowl of popcorn on your stomach,” Chris said. “You just looked so content.”

You laughed.

“So, do you know what you’re having?”

You and Chris looked at each other and shared a conspiratorial smile.

“Yeah we do,” he said.

“Oooh, are you gonna let us know?”

You shook your head. “Not just yet, that’s a secret for now.”

“Awww come on, just a hint?”

“Nah,” Chris added. “We just found out and we haven’t even told our families yet.”

“Okay okay,” Alicia gave up. “But do you have any names?”

“We do,” you told her. “For a boy, I picked them out, Liam or Ethan. And for a girl, which Chris picked out, Charlotte or Ava.”

“Those are lovely names,” Alicia cooed. “So, have you gotten the room together, all the things you need?”

“Chris had the room together around the fourth month,” you laughed. “He’s been so excited that he couldn’t wait.”

“I just wanted to make sure we had everything,” Chris shrugged.

“And I told you that we could get all that stuff at the baby shower.”

“Well, now we’ll have double.”

“You cannot let him into a baby store, he will buy out half the place,” you joked. “He loves the clothes. He even has matching outfits bought already.”

Alicia asked you both a few more questions before wrapping up the interview.

“Well, it has been so nice to talk to you both.”

“Thank you,” you both told her.

Once you packed up all your stuff, you got ready to go. But before you left, Lucy and her crew and Alicia stopped you.

“Wait, before you leave, we have something for you.”

One of the guys came out of the back, lugging behind him a giant teddy bear, with a bow around its neck.

“Oh, you guys, this is simply lovely, thank you!” You took it and hugged it. “This is adorable, we can put it in the room next to the crib.”

You hugged everyone and then left.

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A few weeks later, you received a package in the mail from Lucy and everyone Elle.

“What is it?” Chris asked as you tore it open.

Inside was a large framed photograph of you and Chris from the photoshoot. The one of you two, with Chris’s hands on your belly, with your foreheads touching. There was also a note: Just a gift from all of us to you two and the new baby, so they’d know how much in love their parents are.

You looked up at Chris and smiled.

“Let’s go find a place to hang it up,” he said.

And you followed him down the hall into the room that was waiting on your special arrival.

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fatecantstopme · 1 year

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Fake It Til You Make It

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"As if I'm your only friend."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh?"

"We go together."

"Yes, you already said that."

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

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

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

Chris nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Too trampy."

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

"Too formal."

"Maybe this?"

"Doesn't fit right."

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

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

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

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

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

"Heels, right?" he called.

"Obviously," you yelled back.

"Black?"

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

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

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

"Whatcha need?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Ready, buttercup?" he asked teasingly.

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

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

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

"Okay, okay. Maybe 'peach'?"

"I'm not a fruit, Christopher."

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

"Was that a pun?" you teased.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You laughed. "Yeah, yeah."

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

**********

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

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

"Damn they move quickly," you mumbled.

Chris chuckled. "Welcome to Hollywood."

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

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

"What do you mean?" you whispered back.

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

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

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

You smacked his arm affectionately.

"I think that's considered domestic abuse."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Of course I do."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"See? I told you you could dance."

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

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

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

"Perfect," he whispered breathily.

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

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

"Mhmm," you hummed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Finish?"

"Answering your question."

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

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

"How is this an answer to my question?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were stunned silent, so he kept going.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"Chris!" you gasped loudly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Holy shit," he whispered.

You laughed loudly. "My thoughts exactly."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Or what?" you challenged.

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

"Chris," you whispered.

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

"Nope."

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

"What are you doing?"

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

"And if I don't?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thanks for tonight," you said softly.

"For what?"

"Ya know...for everything."

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

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

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

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nicoline1998enilocin · 2 months

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World's Greatest Dad

PAIRING | Husband!Dad!Chris Evans x Wife!Mom!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.1K

SUMMARY | With Chris being away for filming during long periods, parenting can be complicated by yourself. Luckily, your daily FaceTime calls help you through it all, though it is always most exciting when he finally comes home. This time, you and your twins have prepared a little package to welcome him home after another three months of being away from home, and Chris couldn't have wished for a better welcome home.

RATING | General (G)

WARNINGS/TAGS | RPF, established relationship

A/N | I want to thank @cevansbaby-dove for inspiring this absolute fluff bomb of a fic, as it was a very cute one to write! 🥰 It's been a while since I have written anything for this adorable goofball, and I can't wait to get back into the groove of writing more for him again! This is proofread by @ccbsrmsf1, for which I'm very grateful 💜

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Main Masterlist | Chris Evans Masterlist

''We miss you, Daddy!" your twins River and Sage say in unison to your laptop screen while talking to Chris as you do the dishes after dinner. He's away to film Avengers: Endgame, and you can't help but outright stare at your husband occasionally. His longer, blonde hair and thick beard suit him, and you can't wait to run your fingers through them.

"I miss you too, Bubba's, but Daddy will be home tomorrow," he tells your daughters, and they let out an excited shriek, not wanting to wait any longer to see him again. And you wouldn't mind being able to cuddle up with your husband, either. After a few more minutes of the three of them catching up, you hear Chris asking for you, and the girls are on their way to their room to play.

"How's my favorite girl doing?" his head leaning on his hand as he looks at you with pure love and adoration, a small smile tugging on the corners of his lips as he listens to what you say. You're lucky to have Chris as your husband and will thank your lucky stars daily.

"I'm doing good; the girls behave like little angels now that you're away. They're very responsible, and they help well around the house," you tell him as you listen to them playing their game in their room. They're now ten years old and growing up way too fast for your liking, but you also wouldn't miss it for the world.

"How excited are they that I'm coming home tomorrow?" Chris asks, and you tell him all about most of the plans you have made with them. The two of them can sleep in your bed tonight, and tomorrow, they'll help prepare dinner as a welcome home gesture. However, you did not tell him you've been busy building a care package for him.

"I miss you, but I'm happy to have my Hubby home again tomorrow; it's getting lonely without you at night. And there's only so much cuddles I can have with Dodger before I miss his Daddy." He lifts his head at the mention of his name, making you giggle.

"I miss you too, Babygirl, but it'll be worth it. After this, I'll be home for a few months," he tells you, and you're already looking forward to it. After another 15 minutes of calling, it's time to go and finish your little care package before taking your daughters and Dodger for a walk and winding down for the night.

You're up bright and early the following day, preparing breakfast for your girls, yourself, and Dodger. This afternoon is when Chris will finally return home after three long months, and you have rarely been this excited to welcome him home.

Seeing that it's a beautiful day outside, you decided to wear a bright pink sundress after laying out matching ones for your daughters. Chris has told you countless times how much he adores it when all his beautiful girls match, and you're looking forward to his reaction. Soon, the girls will be dressed and ready for breakfast, too, and now, all you three can do is wait.

When Chris is only five minutes away, he texts you so that you can expect him at any moment now. Over the years, you have made the tradition with your twins and Dodger to wait on the porch swing to welcome him home, and that's precisely what you do. River is on your left, Sage is on your right, and Dodger is lying patiently by your feet.

Luckily for you, there's no need to wait long because the car that drove Chris home turns the corner in less than a few minutes, and your twins jump from the porch swing while waving and jumping up and down.

"Daddy's home, Mommy! Daddy's home!" they say in unison, and as soon as Chris gets out of the car, he runs towards all of you while kneeling to capture his little girls in the biggest hug they have ever had.

"I'm so happy to be home again with my favorite girls! I missed you so much," he tells them as he gives both of them a big kiss before giving some love to Dodger, all while the driver patiently takes Chris' luggage out of the car's trunk. Dodger wags his tail happily as he accepts all the love from Chris, and then it's finally your turn.

"C'mere Gorgeous," your husband tells you as you wrap your arms around one another, pulling the other person as close as possible. You take your time inhaling his signature scent and let the happiness take over, peppering his face in kisses and saying countless 'I love you's.

After one last big kiss on his lips, it's time to go inside, and that's when Chris notices all three of you are matching today. You have gone all out for him, from the dress and shoes to the hair, and he can't get enough of it. He doesn't get too much time to think about that, though, because as soon as he's inside, he's greeted by the large care package you have made with the twins.

"Welcome home!" River and Sage say in unison as Chris walks into your house, the sunlight brightening the room beautifully.

"Thank you so much, my little monkeys; I'm so happy to be home for the next few months," he tells them as he walks over to what's on the kitchen table.

On the table is a large basket with some of his favorite as well as new books, some items to use in the bathroom like bath bombs and scented shower gels, some items for you and Chris to use in the bedroom such as a new massage oil, and something hidden in a sleek black box, and lastly, a big mug with the text ''World's Greatest Dad" made and decorated by both girls and it's filled with some of his favorite snacks too.

Before he thanks you, he first turns his attention to the girls.

"I may be the world's greatest dad, but I want you two to know you are the world's greatest princesses. Daddy's very lucky to have you two as his beautiful daughters," he says before hugging and kissing them again and sending them off to their room to play.

"Now, I believe it's time to say thank you to my beautiful wife," he says in a deep voice, and you can already feel the goosebumps forming on your neck. You pull him in for a kiss, which he happily reciprocates, pouring into it all the love that you two had to miss out on in the last few months.

"I love you, Babygirl, and thank you for being the best woman and most amazing wife I could ever wish for." With those words, it's time to officially unwrap his care package and settle for the next few months.

Surely, it may suck when he's gone, but the reunion when he's back is always more than worth it. Every. Single. Time.

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cevansbaby-dove · 2 months

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I'll never leave you when you need me.

Chris and Becca one shot.

Warnings: Chris having anxiety.

I had this idea in my mind for a few hours. After what Capt did and said to me I got many anons who were there for me and even my bff and my friends on here I love you all so much. I didn't tell any of you but I had a mental breakdown from all the hate I got from her and I just had to not write for a few hours. You all know how much Chris means to me so I wrote this one shot.

Enjoy and thank you again.

"Chris you here?" I asked as I walk into the master bedroom. "baby?" I walk downstairs and look around and pull my phone out and call his phone. I hear it in the kitchen. "no no oh shit chris'

i rush outside and look around. Dodger is lying by a tree and I walk over. "Chris?" He looks at me. "Hey baby" I kneel by him placing my hand on his arm "are you ok?" he sighs leaning his head on the tree. "y...yes I'm...fuck i'm sorry baby"

I flash him a smile. "I'm here Chris...I'm here" he leans into my arms and breaks down, he's been super busy the past few weeks with work and he just wants to slow down but he has yet to do so.

I rub his back. "breathe Chris it's ok" He sits up. "Thank you dove" I keep my hand on him. "for what?"

Chris looks at me and says with a weak smile "For staying through that and for not freaking out or anything. Most people get scared and run off for help or something."

I touch his beard. "it's okay baby I wouldn't leave you when you need me most." he nods and I look into his blue eyes. "I love you so much Chris, know that you're never alone"

Chris nods slowly. "I love you too" We sit under the shade of the large tree and just spend time together wrapped in each other's arms.

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ramp-it-up · 2 years

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One Per Customer

Paring: Chris Evans x Interior Designer Reader

Word count: 1.5K

Summary: Chris’s blue eyes turn green.

Warnings: 18+ Absolutely MINORS DNI. RPF, SMUTTY SMUT, ANGST. Not Beta’d. Jealous Chris, possessiveness, rough sex in a pickup truck, public sex, fingering, nipple play, edging, rearview mirror sex, talking you through it, p in v, creampie, good girl kink, fluff, ‘lil more Dom Chris. Unprotected sex. (Wrap if you tap).

Author’s note: This is the result of a dear Nonnie’s ask, a sequel to Customer Service. I need another series like another hole in my head. Welp. Lemme know if we need to see more of these two.

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You were bent over the steering wheel of the pickup truck, trapped between it and Chris’s huge cock pounding in and out of you. He was holding back, stroking deep but frustratingly slow.

There was nothing you could do but take it. And you loved it.

Chris was lifting you slightly with strong hands around your waist so he could leverage his thrusts, pelvis striking your ass so forcefully that he could see the effects on your bottom.

“Sssssss… oh yeah. Love to see that ass jiggle when you’re taking these shots, Gorgeous. You always take ‘em so well, too. Squeezing me like… like a... Good. Fucking. Girl.”

“Hhhhhnnnnghhh, Chris! I…”

You were complaining and keening at the same time, trying not to honk the horn as Chris had his way with you. But he was fucking you so well that you were about to collapse on the wheel and that would cause a long, loud blare and you were beginning not to care….

You tried to focus, but it was hard.

Chris was hard.

So deliciously hard.

Chris ran his hand up your spine under your dress and around to tease and pinch your taught nipples intermittently. That, the smell of the leather of the wrapped steering wheel, the fog forming in the window from your breath and the cold outside combined for information overload for this adventure.

You could almost feel his smile as he reached down to spread your cheeks so he could see better in the dim light.

“Fuccckkkkkkk. That’s so pretty. The way your tiny little pussy struggles to let me in yet takes me so well. This is a great angle in the moonlight. You know I love to watch my cock destroy your holes, Gorgeous.”

Oh, you knew. The number of mirrors you’d bought to decorate the rooms of his house were not wasted. Chris Evans was a freak.

The image in your head about how good it might look and that, coupled with how good it felt, caused you to moan louder than you intended.

“That’s it, Gorgeous. Let me hear you. Get loud if you want.”

You chuckled and shook your head at him.

“Don’t be a dick. Chris.”

He responded by hitting it even harder than before, rendering you unable to speak properly.

“Omygoddddthatfeelsssoooo! …..l”

“What Gorgeous? Does it feel good? And you say I shouldn’t be a dick? But that’s what’s making you incoherent right now, correct?”

He paused for you to answer but you could only whine as he held you down to destroy your cunt. His hand reached around for your clit and you almost lost it from this new assault. He teased you, applying varying degrees of pressure, pinching, and flicking to your sensitive bud, apparently trying to drive you insane.

“Chris… please, please, please…”

You put your forehead down on the wheel and rotated your pelvis on his cock, chasing some kind of relief. The air was full of the smell of sex and the sounds of arousal. Chris ignored your begging and continued his monologue.

“Ohhh, shit, Y/N! D’ya hear that pussy? How wet it is? You’re fucking soaked for me. Cream all over my cock, Gorgeous”

Chris’s voice was loud, and it carried, and you knew he was doing it on purpose. Then he stopped talking so you could both hear the obscene wetness of you and him fucking in his truck on this beautiful October Friday night.

“This. Pussy. Is. Mine. Right?”

“Yes, Chris.. Yes.”

Your whisper was plaintive and urgent. You just needed to cum. Chris was speeding up slowly now, the thick slick head of his cock sliding through your channel, making you feel every beautiful imperfection. And when he was seated fully inside you…gotdamn.

“What did you say?”

“It’s yours. Only yours!”

You got a little loud, but now you didn’t care that his window was down. At this point you didn’t care who heard. This felt like nirvana. You and Chris together always did.

“Wanna see your face, Gorgeous.”

Chris snaked his hand up the front of you, grabbed your throat, and leaned you back on him so that you could feel his heart beat fast through the layers of clothes between you. His seat was reclined all the way back.

He kissed the side of your head as you arched back onto him and you felt him moving. But all that mattered was chasing the high that was just out of reach. His hand was between your legs, stroking your clit with fingers that were teasing you so good that your legs were shaking.

“Chris! Please!”

You were soaking his fingers.

Chris grabbed your chin and turned it so that you were now facing the adjusted rear view mirror which showcased your lust filled face.

“Keep those fucking eyes open, Gorgeous,” Chris whispered menacingly against the shell of your ear.

You shuddered as his other hand crept up from your thigh to flick your nipple with his forefinger and thumb over and over. The pain was delicious. You closed your eyes and he moved his hand away for a second then back to your throat.

“Watch me watch you cum, Gorgeous. I need it. Cum all over me and my nicely detailed leather seats.”

You met Chris' eyes in the rear view and opened your mouth to breathe. You started panting as he nuzzled your cheek.

“Can you do that for me? My Gorgeous Good Girl? Scream for me.”

“Fuck!”

You rasped, then yelled as you clenched and came around him, uttering filthy pornographic sounds as you finally found your release. You were vaguely grateful that you did not in fact release everywhere, but any coherent thought left your brain again as Chris let you up to ride his cock and your orgasm to its finish.

“That shit is mine… fuck me Gorgeous. Make me cum.”

You worked your hips and soon he pulsed hot sticky sweet cum deep inside you and collapsed on the steering wheel.

The horn let out a bleet, which caused you to try and scramble off Chris’s lap. But he held you fast, kissing the back of your neck as he ground his slowly softening member inside you, causing an aftershock to run through your body.

“Fucking mine.”

The possessiveness.

“Christ, Christopher. You’re a menace.”

You were hoarse and you wondered how much you shouted when you came. You looked up to see Ryan’s window move when the shutters closed. There was no mistaking that you had an audience.

“Chris. He probably heard the whole thing.”

You leaned back and whispered as Chris reached in the center console for some paper napkins.

“Good,” grunted Chris as he tenderly cleaned you up the best he could.

You shifted to the passenger seat and grabbed for your panties on the floor. Chris snatched them before you could and stuffed them in his pocket as he zipped up his pants. He winked at you.

You shivered as you shook your head, causing Chris’s eyes to soften and hand you his flannel shirt for warmth. He reached over and buttoned it up as you looked up into his blue, blue eyes. You wanted to reassure him.

“You don’t have to worry, just because I’m working with Ryan now, doesn’t mean I’m going to do anything with him. He’s just a flirt. And he doesn’t know we have this ….situation.”

You looked toward Ryan’s house again and frowned, realizing that you had to search for a word to describe you and Chris. You decided to chill.

“Well he didn’t.”

Chris grimaced at the word “situation” as he took in the look on your face.

You and Chris had been hooking up on the low for about 6 weeks. You were just letting things flow and not stressing a label. Further conversation about what you were hadn’t seemed that urgent until now.

To Chris, it was urgent as a muthafucker tonight.

“Ryan Duran is an asshole. And I saw him checking for you all night. He wants that ass. And when he made that joke about bending you over his new couch I…”

“I can handle Dr. Duran, handsome.”

You smiled at Chris and gently rubbed your hand over his still buzzed head and now full beard as his eyes shone in the moonlight.

“Look at it this way, you should be content that you raised the most money for Z’s class. You beat his ass by reading If You Give a Dog a Donut.”

Chris gave you a side smile. He loved giving back to his community. He loved that you knew that about him.

He loved…

“You’re right. Now my girlfriend, who is the best interior designer in the Northeast, will be making over her classroom.”

You raised your eyebrow at him.

“Girlfriend?”

You crossed your arms as Chris started the truck.

“Yes, Girlfriend. Everyone knows you’re my girlfriend, Gorgeous.”

You looked at him skeptically.

“Well, no one told me. ”

You huffed as if you were mad.

Chris turned off the truck and leaned toward you, gently reaching for your face and turning it toward him.

“You’re my One, Gorgeous. Will you be mine?”

You took his face in your hands and kissed his pouting lips. A surge of joy filled your soul.

“Yes, Sir. Will you be my boyfriend?”

Chris grinned.

“Only if you spend the weekend at my place,” Chris quipped as he pulled off from being where he’d parked in front of Ryan’s house an hour earlier.

“Sure, but I have to prep for my meeting with Ryan Monday morning.”

“Fair enough, let’s go grab your laptop and swatches and nothing else. I want you naked except for my shirts and in my bed for the next 48 hours.”

He smiled at the road to your place and put a huge, hot hand on your thigh.

“I’ll feed you, fuck you, and fill you with cum…”

You laughed and shook your head at him.

“I can’t with you Christopher…”

He leaned over for a kiss at the stoplight.

“Oh yes you can. And only with me.”

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probablyintensemuses · 2 years

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What To Expect When You're Not Expecting (4)

Chris Evans x Black (pregnant) Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ angst, mentions of alcohol abuse and cheating/ malpractice, talk of abortions!, TALK OF SU*C*DE, TALK OF DMV! BE WARNED!

Note: If this gets a few hits and is well received I can make it a mini-series. If not I'll leave it one and done.

Edit: To my surprise, many of you like this and asked me to continue, here's the fourth part and a tag list to join! I'm trying to start my blog up so this really helps!

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divider by: @firefly-graphics

taglist link here

(the reader is finally finishing her first trimester, we have to move it along hehe)

Chris wanted to throw his phone against the wall he was so angry. He knew it came with the territory of being a celebrity, but sometimes he wanted to damn the paparazzi to hell. Invading his privacy was one thing, he had lawyers for things like that. But invading yours and the baby's fueled him with unbridled rage.

Maybe it was a sense of protection he was growing over the child you were carrying, but he didn't want your face out there and now it was. Chris blamed himself, he was just so caught up in you and the baby he had been so relaxed and hadn't noticed the camera.

"Fuck, she's probably seen it." He groaned throwing his phone onto his sofa.

"I bet she has." Olivia spat, leading Chris to roll his eyes. "Oh, this one's rich!' She laughed sitting next to Chris. "Captain America star Chris Evans was seen cozied up with homegrown Boston beauty last Friday. The pair were spotted leaving together, Chris holding open the door for his suspected new woman. And is that a baby bump? So, could this mean America's most eligible bachelor is off the market?”

"Fucking E-news!" Chris yelled. "Calling her a Boston beauty, and the bump, fuck!" he tugged at his brown fluffy strands of hair.

"I'm sure she called herself a homegrown Boston beauty.' Olivia mimicked your accent. "Sounds too narssacitic to be press."

Chris practically blew smoke out his nose. “Olivia would you just fucking quit it!” He slammed his hand on the coffee table, pushing himself off the sofa. “She didn’t leak shit! We got caught, that simple!”

“Why are you defending her, huh?’ Olivia turned Chris around by his shoulder. “You don’t even know her!”

“I’m getting to know her!’ Chris shouted. “And I—I like her so far. Yes, she’s a tough cookie to crack. But I like her, and she seems like a good fucking person.” Chris said, bringing his temper down.

Olivia shook her head pointing at Chris. “This isn’t over, I’m calling the press and the news and telling them to take every damn story down, today.” She stormed off, her heels clicking against the marble floor. Chris shook his head as his hands rested on his hips. He really hoped you weren’t hurting somewhere.

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You sat with tears in your eyes that were ready to break like the Hoover damn. You never imagined yourself to be so pregnant, and so alone. You held your mom's hand tighter moving all the metal wiring and tubing out of your way. Trying your best to ignore the heart monitor's persistent beeps.

“Mom,’ you sniffled, caressing her motionless hand. “You’re finally going to have a grandbaby, see?’ You leaned back, exposing your growing belly.

But she didn’t move, she never did. Your mother stayed still, her eyes remained closed as a tube roped through her neck doing all the breathing for her.

“Fuck.” You whimpered, pulling at the hospital sheets as you cried into them.

Why was life so unfair and cruel? Especially to the people who did it no harm. Your mom had been in a coma for just over two years at this point. And each day she was left on life support was another day it felt harder to be here. Harder to not be were she was. Or worst.

You remember that night. That night you, your mother, and your younger sister had almost lost your lives to the heinous man you once called your father. He had beaten you along with your sister to a pulp and nearly killed your mother by strangulation. Resulting in her slipping into a coma.

The doctors said if he had strangled her for just another minute, she wouldn't have made it. And from that treacherous night on, you had done nothing but pray she would wake up. Pray she would recover and you all could heal finally, as a family. And he could rot in hell.

A soft knock on the door pulled your attention from your mother, you slowly looked over to the sound and saw your mother's nurse just making her rounds.

“Hi.’ She smiled, clicking a pen alive and scribbling what your were positive was nurse terminology down onto a clipboard.

You noticed in between everything she wrote she would glance at you with a precarious look bestowed on her face. It wouldn’t take long before she finally spoke up.

“Not to be rude.’ She coughed, putting the pen on the collar of her colorful nursing scrubs. “But aren’t you the girl who's dating Chris Evans?”

Your eyes went wide and your heart silent. Your breathing was unusually shallow as you swallowed what ever spit was left in your parched throat. “What?” Being the only word you could muster.

“I’m sorry.’ She laughed, sweeping a red flyaway behind her ear. “It’s just your trending all over social media. They say you’re dating him.’

You didn’t say a word, instead you tore through your bag, pulling out your phone and jamming your thumb on the power button waiting for it to illuminate in your face.

‘Cmon, cmon.” You groaned, pushing into the button harder.

Finally, your phone lit up and you unlocked it heading straight to Twitter's trending page. There you discovered Chris was trending number one. You gasped as your eyes scrolled down the timeline along with your fingertips. Suddenly your phone began to show all of the miss calls and text messages from random numbers and Chris along with your best friend Vada.

You stood up from your chair, leaning down and giving your mother a kiss on her cheek. “I love you, mom.” You smiled somberly into the kiss, pulling away with a sigh.

“And no.’ You looked at the nurse. “I’m not dating him.”

Fuck, should you have said that? You scurried out of the hospital, jumping into the back of your Uber dialing your Vadas number as the sweat continued to pile underneath your arms.

“Bitch, you better explain yourself, and now!” She yelled over the phone.

“Vads, I’m not dating him! I don’t even know how those pictures got out there! Did he really use me as a publicity stunt?” You groaned, looking out the window.

“So you’re not fucking him?” She asked.

“Fuck no! He just wanted to talk and I agreed, then he begged to take me home." You fanned your overheating body. "Fuck, do you think he set me up?”

“It doesn’t seem like it from the pictures.’ Vada typed away on her desktop. “Have you talked to him?”

“No, but I’m going to his house now.” You sighed, biting at your nails. “I know he's probably thinking about me what I’m thinking about him.”

“You think he’ll think it was you?”

“Yup.” You shook your head.

Your Uber came to a halt in front of the penthouse. You said thank you and stepped out closing the door behind yourself.

“I’ll call you back Vads.” You said hanging up.

You looked at your call log and you finger lingered over Chris’s name which was bright red with missed calls. You let the pad of your finger hit it and brung the phone up to your ear.

“Hello, Y/n?”

“Chris, what’s happening?” You asked, walking inside his building.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I wish I knew.”

You took in a deep breath closing your eyes. “Can you let me up?” You ran a hand through your knotless braids.

“Your here?” Chris jumped up.

“Yes, is that okay?”

“More than okay.’ He said, walking toward his home phone that connected to the front desk. “One second.” He sat his cellphone down.

“Hey phill, can you let her up please?”

“Sure thing Mr. Evans, but which one?”

Chris paused, almost wanting to laugh. “What.” The laugh stifled out anyways.

“Well, there’s a pretty brunette here for you and a stunning lady with braids.’ He stood looking at both women. “So which one?”

Chris bit his lip and threw his head back. The last thing he need was to hear Emma's mouth about this. They weren’t even a thing, but she seemed not to take the hint. Or rather hints.

“Send 'em’ both.” He groaned hanging up the phone.

Phil shook his head, hanging his own phone up. “Um ladies,’ he coughed. “You can go through here.” A private elevator opened.

Your eyes scrunched together as you heard a pair of heels clicking behind you. Turning around you saw a fierce brunette walking towards you with fire in her eyes. She looked like something out of a magazine. Her brown hair flowed and bounced as she stomped toward the elevator. You scurried toward the elevator doors behind her, immediately feeling small next to the tall and slender woman. The doors shut in front of you and you began rocking on your heels hoping to elevate some of the tension that contaminated the air.

“So you’re sleeping with my boyfriend and he knocked you up?” Emma asked snarkily.

“What?’ You looked up at her. “No, it was a medical mistake.”

“Not what the news says.’ She crossed her arm, bursting out of the elevator at the ding.

You rolled your eyes, sheepishly following after her. You both reached the front door of Chris’s place. Emma knocked on the door ferociously so that it certainly could be heard from the other side. And it was, Chris opened up the door looking exhausted.

“Really?” She shouted, pushing past him.

You stood there biting the inside of your lip watching him shake his head low.

“Hi.” You said, still standing outside his door frame.

“Hi.” He exhaled, opening space for you to walk through.

"Trouble in paradise?" You chuckled, pointing towards Emma.

"There is no paradise,' he whispered, shutting the door.

"Hm," you said, tugging at your purse strap.

"There's the little minx." Olivia's nose flared as she strutted towards you with Emma behind her.

"That's not even the word for her." Emma ground her teeth together.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you stepped back, not noticing you had cowarded behind Chris who held your arm gently in support.

"I didn't leak that!" You croaked out.

Olivia folded her arms. "So who did?" She smiled, her eyes blinking rapidly.

"I don't know! Maybe the paparazzi!" You shouted unsurely.

"Chris!' Emma shouted, "Why are you touching her?"

"Because you're both acting insane and shouting at her! She's pregnant and I'm done allowing you both, especially you Liv , to torment her!" Chris belted, veins popping out of his neck.

He grabbed the small of your back, leading you to his couch and sitting you down. "Do you want something to drink, I have ginger ale."

You nodded, looking down at your shoes. "Yes."

Emma scoffed, plopping down on the opposite side of the couch, Oliva by her side, staring you down. "Can I have a drink as well, Chris baby?" she said, her eyes never leaving you.

Chris sighed. "Sure Emma, what would you like?" He twisted your ginger ale bottle open, pouring it into a glass.

"You know how I like it, something hot." She smirked at you.

You sat uncomfortably, not sure what her angle was with you.

"So you really didn't leak it?" Olivia asked.

"No, why would I?" You said, growing angry.

Olivia laughed. "Who would pass up an opportunity to be linked to Chris, lots of people just like you want him."

"I get you're protecting him, but the only thing I want to do is be able to eat my favorite foods without puking." You said, thanking Chris as he handed you your drink. "So no, I didn't leak it. Besides, how could I snap a picture from myself across the parking lot?"

Olivia's eyes softened, sitting back against the sofa. "We'll look into, it," She said snarkily.

Chris shook his head, slowly sipping on his expensive aged bourbon. It burning as it went down. “So where do we go from here?”

“We take her out of the public eye, not like she’s memorable. They’ll forget about her soon enough.” Olivia waved it off. “In the meantime, I’m going to set up a nice little PR date night for you and Em so the public will be off your trail.” She explained to Chris.

Chris rolled his eyes. “So what? We write it off like she’s a friend I was helping?” He asked, his arms resting on the top cushion of his sofa.

“Yup.” Olivia said popping ‘p’

“And maybe you and Emma should kiss, really make it seem legit.” She added.

“I’m all for that,” Emma smirked.

Chris leaned forward, rubbing his face with his palm. The last thing he wanted was for the public to believe he was a manwhore, with two women in less than a month it was bound to be a story, he could see it now. But it was for you and the baby. And at this point he would do about anything for the two of you.

“Okay.” He agreed, setting his drink on his coffee table. “Only for y/n.” He said, standing up.

Your head shot up, for most of the conversation you had been silent hoping no one would point a finger at you if you stood still. But now Chris had just bring that attention back on you, and in the most unexpected way.

“What?” You laughed in confusion.

“I’m only doing this ridiculous stunt for you.’ Chris clarified. “You didn’t ask for this.”

He looked into your eyes. “I’m doing this for you and our baby.” He said.

You weren't sure why, but your heart had just skipped a beat. He was so Captain America-like. Running to your defense like you had watched him do before on the big screen.

You brushed a braid, behind your ear. “Thank you.” Your cheeks heated up, and you almost wanted to slap yourself for allowing it.

“Yeah, anytime,” Chris said with a small smile.

Emma scoffed, grabbing her purse and leaving the room. "I can't stand to watch this!" She shouted, slamming the penthouse door.

"That girl is a nutcase." You sipped on your ginger ale, rubbing your belly.

"Tell me about it." Chris groaned.

Anxious was an understatement, this was the first ultrasound he would attend. The first time he'd officially meet his baby. Although he had no part in the conception, he never felt more connected to anything in his life. Chris pulled open the doors to the clinic, smiling at the front desk woman as he approached.

Instantly her eyes glimmered over. "Oh my goodness, are you, Chris Evans?" She questioned, frantically pulling out her phone.

He put his finger over his lips shushing her, pulling his baseball cap low. “Yes.” He chuckled.

“Oh my God, I love your work. Could I have a photo?” She giggled, making sure to whisper per his request.

“Sure.” He looked over his shoulder before leaning in. The woman snapped a photo thanking him once more and blowing a kiss.

You just laughed, closing your assignments as you clapped your hands. What a show that was, you couldn’t fathom being famous and getting recognized everywhere you went. You couldn’t even handle being recognized as a teacher in the grocery store. But Chris seemed to handle it well, it was one of the things you were beginning to admire about him. How calm he always seemed to be, it made you less nervous.

“Hey superstar.” You waved at him, putting your students assignments into your bag.

Chris laughed, walking over to you. “Wow.” He gasped as you stood up. “You’re getting so big.” He chucked in disbelief.

You frowned. “What do you mean by that?”

Chris’s eyes widened then softened. “No baby—I mean, Y/n. I meant your belly. The baby.” He pointed at your stomach.

“Well I hope so,” you grumbled. “Sit, our appointment isn’t for another fifteen minutes.”

“Right.” He sighed, sitting beside you. “What we’re you reading?” He asks, sparking conversation.

“Oh, my students informative essays.’ You chuckled. “Would you believe Aria actually wrote about immaculate conception after hearing our story.”

“That girl is something else.” He rubbed his temple.

“You must admit, she’s brilliant. And she will be getting an A.” You said. “And not because I unofficially slept with her uncle.” You brushed your shoulder against his.

Chris brushed yours back, laughing along with you. Not only was Aria something else, so were you, and in the best possible way. But there was something he couldn’t deny himself of knowing anymore. After your coffee date and you mentioning a high insurance rate, Chris looked into the real reason you needed two jobs. He couldn’t find much, but what he could find disturbed him. He just wanted to know the real truth, maybe he could help.

“Can I ask you something, Y/n?” He sighed, rubbing his palms over his knees.

“Shoot.” You smiled at him.

“I found something and I wanted to ask you about it.”

You frowned not sure where this was going, but before Chris could explain the doctor had called your last name. Waving for you to come back.

“Let’s table the conversation for after, okay?” You grabbed your bag.

“Just promise you’ll be honest.” Chris took your bag from you.

You laughed awkwardly. “Depends on what it is.”

—

“Okay, this is going to be cold, Ms. Y/L/N.” The doctor said, as she began to spread the ultrasound gel along your belly.

“Wow, that really is cold.” You jolted, laughing as she and Chris stared at the screen.

“Yes.” She giggled. “So tell me, Y/n, I see this is your first pregnancy. How has it been so far?”

“Well, I’ve been able to eat more and not get sick so that’s a plus. Also I have this app, it told me my baby should be as big as an avocado by now.” You explained, heading Chris laugh.

“An avocado, that’s so small.” He chuckled.

“Well babies are small, and a handful. Which is why it takes a village to raise them.’ The doctor said, still searching the monitor. “And I assume this is dad?”

“Yeah.” Chris spoke, his heart fluttering at the title.

“Ah, there they are. Beautiful heartbeat.” The doctor pointed at the screen.

You and Chris both leaned in, listening to the heartbeat as it sounded like music to your ears. Your eyes began to swell with tears. You had never had any intentions on having children, but after this, you felt completely different. You would protect this baby with your life. A lone tear rolled down your cheek as you felt your hand inch closer to Chris’s, almost acting on it own accord. Your fingers intertwined as he smiled down at you with misty eyes. That lonely feeling you felt subsided, you realized that as long as you two were in this together, Chris would never make you feel alone.

“When will we know if it’s a boy or girl?” Chris asked, wiping his eyes.

“I’d say give it another month or two.” The doctor smiled, wiping your belly clean. “Congratulations. Whoever they are or choose to be, they’re happy and healthy.” She smiled, leaving the room.

Chris sniffled, wanting to hug you so badly. He couldn’t help that he was a hugger. But you broke through the silence, blowing your nose.

“What did you want to ask me?” You groaned, swinging your legs off the exam table.

Shit, Chris had almost forgotten he wanted to ask you about a harrowing experience in your life.

“Right.’ He watched as your eyes searched his. “Y/n, what really happened to your mother?”

Your stomach dropped, your eyes were glossy again and not from hearing the heartbeat of your baby.

“What?” You croaked.

“I looked into it, the reason you work two jobs because I didn’t want you stressed out.’ He sighed, leaning against the exam table, your watering eyes tearing him apart. “I read an local paper about your stepfather and your mother.”

“It didn’t say much, but it said enough.” Chris said. “Is your mother okay?”

Your body trembled, why would he think it was ok to ask you such questions. Especially after arguable the best moment of your life.

“Why do you care?’ You questioned. “And—and why the fuck are you looking into my past? I thought you were over that?”

“I just wanted to help you anyway I could, and you weren’t talking to me.”

“Talking to you, I barely know you! At least not enough to give you my full fucking life story!” You shout. “Why is it that you know more about me than I do you? And I’m not the ones whose plastered all over social media!” You brush past him, holding onto you belly.

“Y/n!” He shouted after you.

But you ignored him. If Chris didn’t trust you to carry his baby, to hell with him. We all have our past, our demons and you were no exception. But neither was he, and you were about to find out what those demons exactly were.

—

A/N: sorry for not posting this for a while. I know people have been looking forward to it. So here is part four. Nosy Chris.

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