A/N: my version of praise kink, I'm sorry if there wasn't much praising😂 but I hope everyone likes it.
Pairing: Chris Evans x f!reader
Warnings: 18+, female receiving (oral), nicknames (good girl, baby), mention of curves (once), friends with benefits.
His face was buried in your neck as he pressed open mouth kisses all over, hand on your waist, pulling you closer, "shall we get out of here, please?"
You bite your lip, trying to suppress a moan as you shake your head, "Chris we promised we'd stay for the entire dinner party and it's only been an hour, more importantly, you're the host," you giggled as he playfully bit down on your neck.
Chris groans a little, "okay how about this? One more hour and then we go, we go upstairs to our room and ask Seb and Mackie to host the rest of the night, I think that's absolutely fair."
You raise an eyebrow, "our room, really Evans? Thought this was just a friends with benefits with no feelings situation?"
You're met with eye roll and a small peck on your lips, "you know we've both caught feelings, there's no point hiding from it anymore, is there?" He leans in, playing with the strap of your blouse, "meet me upstairs in 45 minutes and I'll show just how many feelings I've caught. Deal?"
You feel heat rise to your cheeks and throughout your body, frankly, thinking about the unspeakable things he'll do you.
With a gentle nod and another kiss later, Chris and you part ways for the longest 45 minutes of your life.
Sebastian and Anthony took over the dinner party without asking too many questions, they knew you both far too well by now, and there was no doubt that Chris and you had troubles keeping your hands off each other.
"I swear we act like hormonal teenagers sometimes," you chuckle, unbuttoning your blouse as Chris watches you intently, pulling his own sweater off as he moves closer to you,
"Can you blame me? My god you're so beautiful, every inch of you." And then it begins, the trail of kisses from your forehead, to your nose, to your lips, further down to your neck, gently caressing and kissing your shoulder blades as he bends a little, running his tongue across your nipple, humming at how good it feels.
You're about to get down on your knees but he stops you and you give him a confused look, "what's wrong?"
He smirks at you before placing a kiss to your bellybutton and getting down on his knees, "let me take care of you, let me show you just how good you are for me, my perfect girl."
You shiver a little, running your fingers through his hair, "what's gotten into you today, hmm? Not that I mind, at all."
He spreads your legs a little, lifting your skirt up as he kisses your inner thighs, "just want to make sure you know how beautiful you are, every inch of you, every curve." He holds your hips in his hands and presses a quick kiss at corner, "may I?"
"Yes you may."
"Oh - oh just like that Chris, fuck that feels so good," after your first orgasm, you were now on his little desk, Chris still on his knees as your thighs were wrapped around his head as he gently sucked on your clit, curling his fingers in your cunt,
"Such a good girl, MY good girl, fuck." He kisses your clit as he peaks up at you from between your thighs, "one more finger?"
You nod quickly, desperate to cum, "mhm, sounds g-good to me baby."
He can't seem to wipe the smirk off his face, he knows he's taking good care of you and he didn't want to stop, "I love taking care of my good girl, because you deserve it baby," with that, he adds a third finger in, letting you adjust to it for a barely a second before pumping his fingers.
You throw your head back in pleasure as you clutch the corner of the desk, hoping the loud music downstairs drowns your moans and whimpers, "I'm close."
"I know you are baby, you always have the prettiest look on your face when you're about to cum, so let go, I've got you."
Neither of you break eye contact, not even once, both of you mumbling about how good the other person was, how unbelievably perfect the other was, there was no doubt that feelings were involved.
With one loud moan, you finally came all over his fingers, your thighs shaking a little as you try and calm your breathing.
"Did so fucking good for me."
You can barely respond when there's a knock on the door, Mackie's voice from the other end,
"Uh you guys have been up here almost an hour and people are starting to question it."
Chris helps you pull your panties up as he puts his sweater on, "we're on our way out, just a minute."
Mackie hums from the other, "oh and Y/N, all guests know you're a good girl."
A/N: This is a reader insert, but the reader’s age is listed (us older gals need our time too).
Please don’t repost or translate without my permission. Reblogs, likes, comments, and feedback are always welcome. 8/28/2021
*Italics are internal thoughts*
‘Long time, no speak.’
Erase. Erase. Erase.
“Why is this so fricking hard?” you asked yourself out loud.
You grabbed the navy throw pillow next to you and placed it over your stomach. Realizing you were falling back on self-soothing habits that you were trying to kick, you quickly removed it and placed it back on the corner of the couch.
It isn’t as if self-soothing is bad, but you had a habit of always hiding your stomach, even when no one else was in the room. And you weren’t doing that anymore. Nope. This year was all about being confident. This is why you are texting Brady rather than waiting for him to text you. Technically it had already been four days, but that was fine.
You grabbed the pillow again, this time you held it to your face. You may have screamed. Just a little. You lived alone. Who would care? You had an end unit townhome and you knew for a fact the Sathers weren’t home.
‘What are you up to?’
There. It was sent. The words easy and breezy. Exactly how this year was going. Gone was the uptight you. The planner. The over thinker.
When Brady didn’t reply immediately, you busied yourself with dinner. A juicy burger with two slices of cheese because you were no longer counting calories. Instead, you were treating yourself when you felt like it. You loved yourself and weren’t afraid to show that anymore.
By the time you were finished eating dinner and the dishes were washed and put away you were disappointed. Brady had not texted you back. It was stupid to worry this soon. You didn’t know him, not really.
Last weekend you went out with co-workers. A quick dinner of enchiladas followed by a couple of margaritas that turned into late night karaoke. You watched and laughed and sang along from the audience while your friends took turns singing their hearts out. Brady approached and politely asked if he could sit in one of the unoccupied seats. He was cute, tall and slightly built in the arms, but not enough that it made you feel intimidated. He was also young. Not in the creepy kind of way. But young enough for you to notice. Probably 32 or 33 to your 40. But he was flirty and smiley and put you at ease almost immediately.
He bought you a drink, danced with you at the table, and kissed you sweetly then not so sweetly as the night went on. He took your phone and typed in his number, kissing you once again before disappearing out the door. You sent him a lips emoji when you got home and hoped he would call. But he hadn’t. Now it was four days later and you were trying once again.
By Friday night, you were done. It had been a week and not even a ‘sup?’ text from him. What was the point of grabbing your phone if he only wanted to flirt for one night? It could have ended with the kiss and you would have been fine with that. Really. You were a pro at dating by this point. You understood the art of flirting and just having a good time, but you were too old for these games.
You were so tired of games, after your second glass of wine, you picked up your phone and typed out a text. Hitting send before you had the chance to change your mind. Instead, you opted to grab that third glass. It was Friday night and with no plans for the next day, sleeping in sounded great.
You woke with a slight headache, nothing a good breakfast couldn’t cure. Looking at the clock on your nightstand, you could see it was only a little after ten. Still early enough to eat breakfast food and get in a good walk on your treadmill. The summer temperatures had been sweltering lately, so an indoor walk was in order.
After 30 minutes of nothing but hill climbing, you showered and started on your breakfast or rather brunch. A couple of pancakes on the griddle, a few slices of bacon in the oven, and fried potatoes on the stovetop. The coffee was nearly brewed with just enough half and half in the refrigerator to get you through the day.
The TV show Younger was playing when your phone vibrated on the cushion next to you. You ignored it at first, choosing to concentrate on the drama on the screen in front of you. You were two seasons behind and determined to power through the series. But when your phone buzzed again, your curiosity got to you. It was probably your mom or maybe your dad. Your brother was a possibility, he always checked in every few weeks and a call from him was due. To your surprise, it was two messages from Brady.
Brady: Ma’am, I’m sorry to say you have the wrong number.
Brady: But I do have to say, this Brady sounds like a douche.
What did I text to Brady last night?
You scrolled up in the text, although you didn’t have to scroll far since your efforts had all been one sided.
You: Listen here little boy. You can’t handle this woman. I don’t think you are equipped to handle an adult relationship. You have proven this over the course of the week. I should have known you were a waste of time as soon as you ordered a Miller Lite.
“Well, I certainly don’t hold any punches,” you said before dropping the phone back on the cushion.
It was either Brady playing that it wasn’t him or it really wasn’t Brady and you had harassed a stranger. It was probably a child. He called you ma’am. And he said the word douche. Not that the word douche wasn’t universal, but still.
You: Is this a child? I apologize if you are a kid.
Eyes going back to the screen and back to your coffee, you tried to ignore the fact that you didn’t even have Brady’s correct phone number. This was the price to pay for kissing a younger man. Your type had primarily been older men. Guys in their mid-forties to early fifties. But you had been flattered by his innocent touches and insistent flirting so you gave it a shot.
Not Brady: No, I’m not a kid. I’m a man.
Not Brady: An adult
That made you laugh.
You picked up your coffee cup and carried it into the kitchen pouring yourself a refill. You were strangely at ease with the Brady thing now. It was over with. He’d given you the wrong number. You had a few matches on Bumble that you were interested in, so you were going to just move on.
Deciding not to leave the random adult hanging you typed a quick reply back.
You: I’m glad that’s cleared up and I am relieved I didn’t verbally assault a minor. Sorry for the text messages.
You put down your phone and got on with the rest of your day.
It was three days later when you got a text from “Not Brady.”
Not Brady: What made you think I was a kid?
It was the middle of the workday so the text was kind of a welcome break. You pushed back from your desk and spun around in your chair.
You: Well, you called me ma’am.
Not Brady: I’m polite. My mother raised me right.
Not Brady: You did refer to Brady as a little boy.
He had a point.
You: Not that you asked, but Brady was a guy I met when out with friends. He’s younger than me. Not that I’m old or anything. Serves me right for entertaining the thought of a younger man.
You: And now I sound like a cougar.
You squeezed your eyes tight and placed your phone back on top of the desk. Deciding now was a great time for a bottle of green tea, you stood and walked to your kitchen, grabbing a cold bottle from the refrigerator. Some days, the perks of working from home were great.
Choosing to ignore your phone to see if the stranger wrote back, you got back to work.
After an hour of avoiding it, your temptation got the best of you. You unlocked the screen and found one text from Not Brady. You really needed to ask for a name.
Not Brady: Dating is definitely not easy.
Wasn’t that the truth in five simple words?
You: That’s putting it mildly. It’s exhausting if I am being honest. I can’t tell you the number of men that have taken me on pleasant first dates that turned into assholes by date number 2.
You: I figured since we don’t actually know each other, it’s OK to spill our truths.
You sent a third message with your name and asked for his. If he didn’t want to reply, he didn’t have to. Neither of you knew each other and had nothing invested. He could be married for all you knew.
Not Brady: My name is Chris. It’s nice to me you. I think 😆
And so, it went. Either Chris or you would send a message every few days. It wasn’t anything deep, just an anecdote from your day or something you saw on TV.
You: This shouldn’t be a shocker, but anyone over the age of 5 shouldn’t wear socks with sandals. Especially not to an upscale restaurant. He wore them with black suit pants, Chris. Suit pants!
Chris: Someone is being mighty picky tonight.
You: I know…but it is a hill I will die on.
Chris: Stay true to you sweetheart. And I would never. Just so you know.
Chris: What are you up to?
You: Picking up dinner for Pickles.
You: My brother’s cat. Well, my cat for the last year.
Chris: Cat person, huh?
You: I like cats. I prefer dogs, but Pickles is old and I don’t know how she would do around a dog, so I haven’t tempted fate.
Chris: She? You have a female cat named Pickles.
You: My brother…he thought Pickles was a boy until he got her to the vet a year later. This pretty much sums up my brother.
You: And he’s not really a bad pet owner. My poor sister-in-law is very allergic and she dealt with it for three years before I adopted Pickles from them.
Chris: Well, that’s a very kind thing to do.
You: I try to be a good person
Chris: I think you are
It had been a month into your text conversations when you spilled the beans on your divorce. It had come up so casually that it really just slipped out. Chris had sent you a text saying that he’d be out of town and not sure how quickly he’d respond. A friend of his had just filed for divorce so Chris and a few others were flying to New Mexico to see him.
You: You sound like a great friend. I lost a few when I went through mine, but that’s ancient history by now.
Chris: How long were you married?
You: Just over five years. College sweethearts. Met when we were 18. Stayed together through graduation. Engaged at 22. Married at 24. Divorced by 30.
Chris: I’m sorry to hear that. I am also sorry to hear you lost some friends in the process.
You: It was for the best. The divorce, not the lost friendships.
You: We were young and thought marriage was the next best step after graduating. Unfortunately, we spent a lot of time planning the wedding that we didn’t really plan for the future.
You: He wanted to have kids right away and move close to his folks. While I did want kids, I didn’t want them at 25. I wanted to move to NYC and travel to Europe. Maybe live out there for a bit. I thought we could do those things together.
Chris: I haven’t been married but I’ve come close a couple of times. I do think back about how differently my life would be had I made other choices.
You: Do you think it worked out for the better?
Chris: I do. I’ve had great love and I have lost it. But I think they were just meant to be in my life at that period of time. But not forever.
You: Do you still talk to any of them?
Chris: Sometimes. But it’s more in passing. They’ve moved on as well and I don’t think you can stay close with someone you’ve almost married.
You: I don’t talk to him anymore. The divorce hurt a lot even though we both wanted it. We used to call each other and cry. It was rough. But that was 10 years ago know.
You: I’m 40. I don’t think I mentioned that before.
Chris: 1981 is a great year. I just turned 40 this summer.
You: I see I’m in good company.
You had started to see someone and it was going pretty well. You hadn’t told Chris anything more about him after the first couple of dates. It was weird that you hadn’t and you weren’t sure why you hadn’t. The two of you were still mostly strangers. You’d go as far as to say acquaintances, but not friends. Not really.
Had you told Chris things you hadn’t told close friends? Yes. But it was safe with him. The two of you didn’t see each other in person. Didn’t know each other’s last names. Hadn’t talked on the phone. What you did know is that you lived in the same state, although where, neither of you had specified. You both had siblings. Both were close with your parents. Knew what movies and TV shows you each liked. Knew each other’s favorite foods.
Okay, you were friends. But it felt weird to talk about a current relationship.
You: I’m seeing someone.
There. It was out in the world. Well, in the texting world with your friend that you truly didn’t know.
Chris: Me too.
Well, both of you were keeping mum apparently.
You: I don’t know why I didn’t mention it before. I just felt weird telling you. I don’t know why.
Chris: If I am being honest, I didn’t want it to cause distance between us.
Chris: That’s not the right word. I felt that if you knew I was seeing someone, we wouldn’t talk as much.
Chris: I’ve really enjoyed our friendship and I don’t want it to be weird.
You: That’s how I felt. Now that we both know, we can just be normal. Right? Well, as normal as you and I are.
Chris: Exactly. Tell me about him.
You: Well, it’s still pretty new. His name is Michael. He’s 43. He’s divorced and has a four year old. That’s new for me too. I’ve dated guys with kids before but she’s pretty young. I haven’t met her yet. Rather wait until we are more serious. If it works out.
Chris: That’s understandable. I haven’t been with anyone with kids yet. I’d be open to it though.
Chris: As for me, I’ve been seeing Nicole. She’s 30. A friend of a friend. It’s only been a few weeks but it’s moving a little fast.
You: Fast in a good way or…
Chris: Not sure yet. My brother has been giving me a hard time about her practically living here. It’s a lot. I really like her though so I am letting it slide.
Chris: God that sounds horrible and not at all what I mean. I like her. Let’s leave it at that for now.
You chuckled and got ready for your date with Michael.
As the next few months passed, your friendship with Chris did take to the back burner. It was evitable. Just like with friends in your everyday life, when something was new and exciting, friendships tended to get neglected. The only thing was, your new relationship hadn’t been so exciting.
If you were to have described your short time with Michael it would be described as stressful. Between drama with his ex-wife and his job as a sheriff’s deputy, it was a lot. And it made sense that it ended.
The sex though… Well, the sex had been pretty great and that’s probably why the two of you made it as long as you had.
Now that you and Michael were done, you felt like an asshole for texting with Chris more this week than you had in the last few months.
You: I’m watching that Kardashian show. I don’t get the appeal.
Chris: Are you bored?
You: I may have binged three seasons in the last two days. It’s like I can’t look away.
Chris: Michael out of town?
You: I think it’s Kim’s voice. It draws you in but pushes you away at the same time. But I can’t stop watching.
Chris: You haven’t mentioned Michael lately. Everything okay there?
You: I’m pretty sure this is my favorite show.
You: Fine… We broke up a couple of weeks ago.
You: It’s fine. I’m fine.
Chris: I’m sorry. You’re sure you’re OK?
You: I mean, I’ll miss…parts of him
Chris: JC woman
You: In all seriousness, I really did like him but I didn’t see it going anywhere. He’s been divorced for over a year but his ex called All. The. Time. And I get it. They have a kid together, but she wasn’t calling about their daughter.
You: She also didn’t want me to meet Kennedy. Like ever.
You: And then his job.
Chris: What about his job? Too dangerous?
You: Yes, but he was also gone a lot. Worked all sorts of crazy hours. Called away unexpectantly often.
You: I just know that I need someone who is going to be there more often than not. Like I couldn’t be with someone in the military. If they were shipped out, I couldn’t handle it. I want to be with someone I can go to bed with every night. Someone to run to Lowe’s with me on the weekends. If I want to take a three day weekend and rent a lake house, I’d like my partner to be able to do that with me.
Chris: It’s good to know what you want.
Chris: I travel a lot for work.
You didn’t know what to say to that. What Chris did was still a bit of a mystery. You knew he did something in the entertainment industry but you weren’t sure what and since he hadn’t offered it up, you didn’t ask.
You: Well, it’s a good thing we’re just friends.
You pushed your phone away and started season four. Part of you wanted him to want more. It was a silly thought. He was your friend, but you didn’t know his last name. Didn’t know what city he lived in. Didn’t know why he traveled for work. And he had Nicole.
Chris: I’ve had a shit day today.
You were out with your best friend Hannah getting pedicures followed by dinner and a couple of drinks. It was Saturday night and you hadn’t seen each other in quite a while so you were focused on her. Unfortunately, this meant that hours had passed since Chris had sent the text.
You: I’m sorry your day was crap. I’m just getting home so I only just saw this now.
Chris: You are like the only person I know who isn’t tied to their phone.
You: Not true. Pretty sure I spend hours of my week devoted to talking to you.
You: I was out with Hannah banana and I haven’t seen her in forever. But if it’s any consultation, I have cute toes.
You sent him a picture of your manicured feet and then instantly regretted it. For one, some people had feet phobia. And this was also the first picture you had sent of yourself to him. And it was of your feet.
You: I’m sorry! Delete that photo. What kind of a weirdo sends someone a picture of their feet?
Chris: Relax! You’ve already made my day better.
You: Still. Great way for me to introduce you to what I look like.
You: Anyway. Want to talk about your day?
Chris: Can’t really say much, but a contract I was working on fell through.
You: I’m really sorry. Had it been in the works for a while?
Chris: Yeah, it had. Sometimes I feel like no matter how much work and passion I put into a project, I still won’t always be taken seriously.
Chris: So, here I am, drinking alone on a Saturday night.
You: People know though. You must have people in your life that know what kind of person you are and appreciate you.
Chris: I do and I try to remember that.
You got up from your bed and walked to the kitchen grabbing a beer from the fridge. You twisted the cap off and tossed it on the counter. You took a picture of your hand holding the beer out and sent it to Chris.
You: Cheers! You’re now drinking with me rather than drinking alone.
Chris: Thanks, drinking buddy.
You: Maybe one day we can do this in person.
Chris: Yeah, maybe.
His answer wasn’t one that made you feel confident. But perhaps it was best to remember what exactly this was between you two. Just friends.
It had been almost a year when everything changed.
While in the shower you had missed a phone call. To your surprise it was from Chris. The thing was, you and Chris had never spoken on the phone. You hadn’t even exchanged pictures of your faces. No plans had been made to take your friendship off texting and yet he had called you. And while you starred at the screen wondering if you should call him back, it started to ring. He was calling you once more.
Deciding it was now or never, you hit accept.
“Chris? It’s late.”
And it was. It was midnight and you had taken a hot shower to relax before going to bed.
“Sweetheart!” he all but yelled. “I can’t believe it’s you.”
It was a good thing he was shouting into the phone because where ever he was, it was loud. A bar perhaps, or maybe a party.
“Hey,” you said, matching his volume. “Where are you?”
“At home. Celebrating. Wish you were with me.”
Your tummy swirled at his words and it was a new feeling.
“Can you step outside? It’s kind of hard to hear you.”
“Yeah, hold on,” he said.
You could hear a flurry of conversations before the volume lowered considerably.
“Hey! I’m so happy you answered me!”
You chuckled lightly and nodded your head. “Ye-yeah. Of course. But uh, was there something you needed to talk to me about?”
“Havin’ a great night and want you to be a part of it.” His words slurred a bit but not terribly. “Just wanted to hear your voice.”
“Well, it’s good to hear your voice but I was just getting ready for bed and it sounds like you’re entertaining.”
“Yeah, but I rather talk to you,” he said softly.
“That’s sweet, Buttercup.”
“You…Always bustin’ my balls.”
“Someone has to,” you said, voice still in a teasing tone.
“And it just has to be you.”
Remembering that he has a girlfriend and you shouldn’t be flirting, you decided to change the flow of your conversation. “Where’s Nicole?”
“Nicole? I’m not with Nicole.”
“She’s not there?” you asked, suddenly confused.
“Nooooo. We broke up a long time ago.”
“Really? You just didn’t want to tell me?”
You were kind of pissed off to be honest. It had been a year into your friendship and the two of you texted all the time.
“Just wasn’t important.”
“Well, I don’t think tonight is the time to discuss this. You’ve been drinking and it’s late.”
“I’m sorry. Don’t be mad at me. Please don’t be mad at me.”
You took a big breath letting the air out slowly. As much as you wanted to know why he didn’t want to tell you, tonight wasn’t the night.
“I’m not mad, but I don’t want to talk about it right now. I want you to call me tomorrow.”
“Okay, Sweetheart. I’ll call you and you better pick up.”
You chuckled again. “I will.”
“Night baby,” he said and then ended the call.
There went your stomach again.
Chris called you right at ten in the morning and frankly you were surprised because he probably hadn’t gone to bed all that long ago.
“Hey,” you answered.
“Is it?” you teased, voice going up at the end.
He hummed. “Sorry about that. I was drinking if you couldn’t tell. Had kind of a grant come through for something I’ve been working on. People came over. Drinks were served. Bad decisions were made.”
“Just a little,” you teased.
“But I am sorry that the first time I call you, I wasn’t in my best light.”
“Well, now I expect you to call me every time you drink. It’ll be our thing.”
He chuckled. “You have a great voice by the way.”
“Thank you,” you said softly. He did as well but you felt funny saying it. “So are you going to tell me why you didn’t tell me about you and Nicole breaking up?”
“I just didn’t want to talk about it to be honest.”
“Did it just happen?”
“Um…Well…WeBrokeUpThreeMonthsAgo,” he rushed out.
“Three?! What the frick dude?!”
“Can we just talk about how you said frick?”
“No, we cannot. I think we need to talk about this. Why didn’t you want to tell me?”
“It was messy and it dragged on. And honestly I have no great excuse for not telling you.”
“I want you to know you can talk to me about this stuff. Lord knows you’ve heard enough about my dating life over the last year.” When he didn’t reply you continued. “What caused the break up?”
“It was nothing.”
“Chris-topher,” you dragged out.
“She didn’t want me talking to you,” he mumbled.
“Yeah. It’s not a big deal. She didn’t like our friendship. Gave me an ultimatum. I don’t do that shit so I ended it.
You were speechless. The wheels in your head were turning but you weren’t able to comprehend any sort of vocabulary. Chris had broken up with a woman for you. Or because of you. Both.
“I-I don’t know what to say,” you finally got out.
“There isn’t anything to say. It wasn’t going to work out anyway. She made that decision for me in a sense. Anyway. What are you up to today?”
You took a moment to get yourself back together.
“Um,” you licked your lips. “Coffee. Definitely more coffee. Then I’ll go from there.”
That made him laugh and you really liked the sound of it.
While you still texted, the two of you had started to call each other on a regular basis. Often just for a few minutes before bed. Chris was now part of your nightly routine and you found yourself craving that normalcy. He’d call you sweetheart and baby and you would melt right there on the other end of the line.
Hannah knew all about Chris just like he knew all about her. And according to Hannah, you were in love with Chris and he was in love with you. You denied it completely. But when you were alone with your thoughts, you knew she was right. It happened slowly and without warning. The whole thing was insane. You hadn’t met him. Hadn’t seen his face. Hadn’t even made plans for any sort of future meeting no less. But here you were with feelings. Feelings that would never come to fruition.
The thing about being a little older, you felt you were also a little wiser and were sticking with your new mantra of being bold and unafraid. So, you did what felt like the next step. You sent Chris a picture of you.
It was a classic you photo, if there was such a thing. Easy smile with a slight laugh coming through, a little bit of your hair in your eyes, and a drink in your hand.
Claire, another of your close friends had taken the shot during a coffee date between the two of you a week before. She was a photographer, so you had grown accustom to her having a camera with her at all times. She’d pick her favorites and send them to you. At this point you had lost count on the number of pictures you had of yourself.
You: I figured it was time.
If he felt you were hideous, he could just stop talking to you. It would wreck you, but you would learn to live without him once again. But if it could lead to more, even a slight chance of something, you had to take that chance.
What you didn’t count on was for his reply to come several hours later. Each hour without a reply nearly killed you and you weren’t ashamed to say you were two glasses of wine in when he finally replied.
Chris: You’re gorgeous, but I never doubted it.
And while you could finally breathe again now that you had a reply, you were disappointed that he didn’t send a picture in return
But it was fine because he called you gorgeous! The man you had feelings for. The man that you considered one of your closest friends found you beautiful.
You: Thank you. I figured since I talk to you every day, you might want to put a face to the voice.
Hint, hint Christopher.
When he didn’t reply, you tried not to take it personally. You knew he was out of state for work so you figured he was working odd hours. At least he hadn’t blown you off completely.
It started off slowly enough but it was noticeable. Chris was slowing pushing away and damn if it didn’t feel like junior high heartbreak. Yes, your heart was breaking over the relationship that was never allowed to blossom, but you were hurting more over the loss of your friend.
Hannah was the first of your friend group to know something was wrong. You weren’t going out as often. Had completely given up on dating. So much so that you had deleted all your dating apps. She was pissed but not at you, but rather at Chris. More than once you had to yank your phone out of her hands before she could manage to call him. What good would it do? If anything, it would make it worse between the two of you.
It had been over a month since you sent the picture and you regretted it every day.
“I think it was the picture I sent of myself that pushed him away,” you said. “We were fine the way we were and me sending that damn picture pushed our safe and anonymous relationship too far.”
“It was a fucking picture. It wasn’t like you hired a PI to find him. Wasn’t like you sent him a love letter,” she reasoned. Hannah stood up and walked to your kitchen grabbing a beer for herself from the kitchen. “This is bullshit. He changed you and it pisses me off that you lost that bit of yourself.”
“I’ll get over it. It’ll just take some time.”
She shook her head and took a long pull from the beer. “You fucking love him and I know he loved you too. Something happened.”
“Well, if you can figure it out, let me know.”
Another week without so much as a text and you were done. Done with the bullshit of feeling broken. Done with missing him. The beer Hannah brought over sat in your refrigerator and you had helped yourself to many of them. You were an emotional drunk. The kind of girl that hung on her friends and told them how pretty they were. Unfortunately for you, you were drinking alone so that emotional sweetness had turned into tears.
It was one in the morning but you were nowhere near ready to go to sleep.
“Frick him. Frick this bullshit,” you half sobbed.
You hit Chris’ contact and listened to the ringing. Part of you was tempted to hang up but the other part wanted to leave a scathing message if he didn’t answer.
“Hello?” Chris’ groggy voice answered.
“You’re alive. Good,” you replied and then promptly hung up.
“Shit! I didn’t want to do that,” you said to yourself.
Before you could call him back, he was calling you.
“What!?” you answered.
“Sweetheart…what are you doing? It’s late.”
“I’m surprised you answered. Even more surprised you called back.”
You tried to keep your voice even, but you had been crying so much, even in your drunk state you knew he could tell.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked, voice a little more alert.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” you mocked back in a deep voice. “It means… It means.”
What did it mean? You lost your train of thought and tried to start again. “It means you’re being a giant asshole. You don’t call me anymore. You don’t text me. You don’t care,” you took a deep breath, the tears rolling down your cheeks again. “You’re supposed to be my friend,” you sobbed.
“I am your friend.”
“I am your friend. I promise you. I’m just-I’m just going through some stuff right now.”
“Nope. When you are going through some stuff, you lean on your friends. You don’t ignore them.”
You placed your phone on the counter and grabbed a tissue to blow your nose, not caring that the call was still connected. As you picked it up again, you could hear Chris calling your name.
“I’m sorry that I sent you that damn picture. Obviously, that was my mistake but it wasn’t the first. The first was ever texting you to begin with.”
You thought you were done crying but the tears started up again.
“I don’t want to do this right now,” Chris said sternly.
“If not now, when? Because you sure as hell don’t talk to me anymore.”
“Fuck,” he swore softly.
“Why didn’t you send me a picture back in return, Chris? We’ve known each other awhile now and you couldn’t even send me a selfie? Are you worried I wouldn’t like you? How could I not? You could have a fricking arm coming out of your forehead and I would still think you’re one of the greatest men I know.”
“Sweetheart…Please don’t do this.”
“I don’t get it, Chris. Not like I’ve pressured you for anything more. Even if I’ve wanted it,” you added softly.
“I think we should talk about this in the morning when you haven’t been drinking,” he said.
“Why not now? Might as well get it all out.” You wiped your face with the sleeve of your sweatshirt and pushed out a puff of air. “I’m falling for you Chris and it hurts. It shouldn’t feel like this but it does. I wish it didn’t hurt so much.”
When he didn’t respond for several moments, you hit end on the call. The phone rang immediately, Chris’ name lighting up the screen, but you let it go to voicemail. You were done.
You woke to your phone ringing hours later. It was Chris again but you were refusing to deal with that now. You switched the volume to vibrate and dropped your phone to the carpeted floor so that the buzzing wouldn’t wake you again.
When you eventually dragged yourself to the shower and put on a pot of coffee, you saw that you had three missed calls from Chris along with two text messages.
Chris: Would you answer your phone please
Chris: Please call me back
You: Consider this the clean break you were trying to make.
You changed his contact from Chris to Do Not Answer and got on with your day. This of course did not stop him from texting and calling you over the next several weeks. You didn’t want to block him, so you went on ignoring him.
Chris: Just let me explain.
Chris: You are still my friend. You can be pissed at me all you want but you aren’t getting rid of me.
Chris: I bought new shoes and they are fucking killing my feet.
Chris: I’m watching shitty reality TV and it’s your fault.
Chris: My sister says I am an asshole and she doesn’t blame you.
That text tempted you, but you held strong.
Eventually his calls and texts slowed and you thought that he had officially moved on. You hadn’t but you were glutton for punishment.
You were back to dating but no one had piqued your interest. You found yourself comparing everyone to the faceless man that was no longer in your life.
It was Friday night and you were out on a second date with a guy you sure there would not be a third date with, but you were giving him your full attention.
“Do you cook? I cook. I’m a great cook. You should let me cook for you sometime. You like pasta? I make my own pasta. Ever have squid ink pasta?”
Your head was spinning from Garrett’s questions. Deciding just nodding was the best answer, he carried on about other types of pasta and what sauce was best for each.
Despite the drone of Garrett’s voice, you heard your phone buzzing in your handbag. You gracefully pulled it out and saw three missed calls and several text messages from Chris.
“Garrett, I’m sorry to interrupt you but I have to make a call. Please excuse me.”
He nodded his head. “Of course. I’ll order us another round.”
Through the haze of a few smokers standing just outside the door, you could see an empty park bench a few feet away. You dropped your butt on the hard surface and listened to the voicemail first.
“Did you ever think for a minute, a microsecond, that you wouldn’t be interested in me? That maybe I’m not any good for you?”
His accent was thinker than normal and rough liked he’d been drinking and smoking. He hadn’t called you in weeks and you would be lying if you said you didn’t miss his voice.
Clicking through the text messages, they were all more or less the same. Most were pleading for you to call him back. But one stuck out from the rest.
Chris: I fricking miss you. Fricking. What a word. Did you ever stop to think that we can’t be together and that’s why I pushed you away?
Can’t be together. Why can’t we be together? You barely discussed it. It was more a silent conversation between the two of you. You only admitting you wanted more on that night you told him your friendship was over.
You took a couple of deep breaths trying to slow your racing heart and called him.
Chris answered on the first ring and you nearly hung up.
“Y/N,” he almost whispered.
“Um, hi,” you replied hesitantly.
“How are you?”
You blew out a long breath. How were you? Confused. Tired. Sad. A little annoyed to be honest.
“Chris…you asked me to call you.”
“Right. Right. Sorry. I just really fucking miss you.” He took a breath. “I know that’s not fair of me, but I really needed to hear your voice.”
“It isn’t fair to me Chris. It isn’t at all.”
“I know. I know! God, this is hard. I haven’t been honest with you.”
“What do you mean?” you asked, suddenly really nervous. “Are you married or something?”
“No! Nothing like that.”
You were annoyed even more now and you had Garrett waiting on you inside.
“Listen. I really want to get this figured out but I’m not home and I’m on a date.”
“Yes, a date. And I’m a little freaked out right now so I need to let you go and call you later.”
“I don’t know Chris. Later,” you sighed.
“Tonight?” he asked hopefully.
“Yeah, tonight. I have to go,” you said and then ended the call.
If you weren’t already digging your date, you really weren’t digging it now. And as Garrett went on and on about his favorite places to shop for authentic Italian meats, you found yourself even more disconnected.
The date ended with dinner despite your date’s no so subtle hints at wanting to be invited in. You were pretty sure Garrett had maxed out at two dates and there would not be a third.
Deciding that you didn’t want Chris to know your date ended so soon, you took off your makeup, changed into your comfiest pajamas, and made a mug of hot chocolate with lots of whipped cream. You pulled back the comforter on your bed and got in, setting your mug on the night stand to cool. After taking a couple of relaxing breaths, you called Chris back.
“Are you done with your date?”
“Really? I didn’t have to call you back Christopher.”
He chuckled and then sighed. “You’re right. Thank you for calling me. I do want to talk about this.”
“I do too. But I want you to be honest with me. If this whole thing was just, you being bored and now you want to move on, tell me.”
“What? No! That’s not it at all. You are my friend. And…I would like for us to be something more, but I haven’t been honest with you.”
“You said that earlier. What does that mean?” you asked.
“Neither of us have just come right out and gave the details of who we are. Yes, you sent a picture of yourself, but I don’t know your last name or what city you live in.”
“I know. I was hoping we could start to open up more. Maybe meet for a beer. It doesn’t have to be a date. We were friends and we could have continued that,” you said softly.
“And I don’t want to be strangers forever either. But I’m afraid when you know who I am, it may change how you see me.”
You licked your lips. “You’re scaring me, Chris.”
“No, Sweetheart, I don’t want to do that. Let me. Let me Facetime you.”
“What?” you asked, surprised by his suggestion. “Really?”
“Yes,” he chuckled. “Really. But please just know I’ve wanted to tell you for a while.”
“Well, I’m in my pajamas and sans makeup. I’m not one of those girls that has to be made up all the time, but I want you to know what you’re getting yourself into.”
“Stop it. You’re beautiful. I already know that. See you in a minute.”
Chris ended the call and you fidgeted with your hair. The video call rang once and then twice before you hit accept. Starring straight in front of you was a good-looking man. A really good-looking man actually. Dark hair, a nice beard, kind eyes, and a great smile. God, that smile. God did that smile look familiar.
“Hi Sweetheart. It’s good to see your pretty face in real time.”
That smile. That voice. That beard.
“Hi,” you said shyly.
Your mind took in the details of his face trying to figure out where you had seen him before. Did you know him from work? Did he go to your college or high school? Did he date a friend once? You really hoped that wasn’t it.
“It’s good to finally meet you.”
Chris gave you another smile before turning the camera to the couch. You really hoped he wasn’t panning down to show you his dick. That would be your luck.
“I want you to meet my buddy. This is Dodger.”
Laying beside Chris was a cute, sleepy pup.
“Dodger,” you repeated. The name sounding so familiar on your tongue.
Chris brought the camera back up to himself and said nothing.
“I’m just a little lost, Chris. You look familiar to me, but I can’t place you. Dodger,” you repeated again. “Frick.”
Chris bowed his head and then tipped it back before looking back at the screen. “Please don’t be mad that I didn’t tell you. I wanted you to know me for me and not my name.”
“Chris Evans,” you said softly. “I don’t know. I don’t know what I am supposed to think or how I am supposed to feel.”
“I want you to be honest with me. Does this change things?’
“It does,” you shook your head. “Not in the way that you’re thinking. I’m just trying to get caught up. I went from not knowing what you look like but still having feelings for you to seeing you live on my phone.”
“We haven’t been speaking Chris. You blew me off for a while. Were a shit friend to me.”
He nodded his head and switched the hand holding the phone out. “I know. And I hope we can move past that. That you can understand why I pushed away. I was falling for you too and it scared me because this isn’t the most conventional way to start dating someone.”
“We gotta do better. How many years of experience do we have with dating? Too many.”
“Well, seeing that we’re still single, I’d say we aren’t that great at it.”
You shook your head and pursed your lips. “True. True. But we haven’t dated each other.”
“Also, a fair point.”
“Why don’t we take this slow and see where it goes. But if I’m being honest, I’m tired of just the phone stuff.”
“Take this offline so to speak?” Chris asked.
“Exactly. How do you feel about breakfast at midnight? I don’t know exactly where you are in the state of Massachusetts, but I’m pretty sure I could meet you by midnight.”
Chris said the name of the town he lived in and you covered your mouth with your hand. “You’ve been thirty minutes away from me this whole fricking time.”
“I’ll get you to say fuck one of these days.”
“Or maybe, I’ll have you saying frick.”
“What about not dating a guy who works crazy hours?” he asked, a crooked smile on his face.
“What do I know?” You scratched at your head. “Maybe it just takes the right person.”
Chris smiled again and you found yourself doing the same. “Go get dressed Sweetheart. Pancakes are waiting. Meet me at Joey’s?”
Spanking with Chris. Oral fem rec. Implied public sex. Sinday drabble #1.
You've been a brat all day and he's been quietly biding his time. Patiently waiting for you to do one more thing. He doesn't care what it is at this point.
And then you kick his bike. In front of his men.
Chris chuckles, slowly and so darkly that it sends a shiver down your back. All your brattiness drains away when you see the simmering rage in his clear blue eyes but it's too late now.
Before you can stammer out an apology, he's walking towards you, his worn dusty boots thudding louder and louder with each step. You back up until your thighs hit the edge of his seat. He takes one last drag of his cigarette and flicks it behind him.
Without a word, he flips you over his bike, the soft padding of the seat cushioning your belly. "Wait, wait I'm sorry," you cry out, feeling his rough hands yank your skirt up.
He palms your ass, pushing your panties down. "No, you're not." He smirks down at your flailing body, his bottom lip rolling between his teeth as he focuses on your ass. "But you will be."
The first strike sends a ripple of pain across your ass that feels so good you almost moan. But you know better, if he ever finds out how much you love being spanked, he'll find a new way to "punish" you.
The feel of his calloused hand and his smooth metal rings on your skin has your pussy soaked, your clit throbbing, and begging for his tongue. He keeps slapping your ass over and over the pain building until you're crying out.
You've lost track of how many times he's spanked you but he knows exactly how hard to smack your ass, drawing out the sensations until he can see your pussy glistening from your arousal.
He chuckles again, this time his voice deepening with lust, and it sends another shiver through your body. "You're making a mess on my bike darlin'".
A cool breeze hits your heated cunt, his large hands spreading your thighs apart as he kneels down. "Guess I'll have to clean you up and then finish your punishment when we get home."
Your eyes widen and another wave of slick pours of you. Oh god, oh yes fuck yes. He's going to eat you out. From behind. On his bike. In front of his clubhouse.
His warm wet tongue slides between your folds and he circles your clit. It feels so good, you can't contain your sobs of pleasure.
He's so sloppy, the wet sloshing as he devours you echoing across the yard and you keen when he pushes two thick fingers into your cunt, his cold rings rubbing over your soft spongy patch sending sparks through your body.
His other hand digs into your ass, the pain mixing with the fiery sensations from his tongue. "S'good, its s'good". oh, fuck you're screaming but you can't control yourself.
He doesn't let up until he feels you cum around his fingers, his beard drenched as you cry out his name.
Standing up, he smugly observes your quivering body, smacking your ass one last time, a small cry slipping from your lips, you groan at the feel of your panties being slide back up.
[[A/N: This are a series of dark one-shots about stepdad/stepdaughter relationships which can be pretty taboo that's why this series won't use rpfs. If you do not enjoy this specific theme (and if you are a minor) please click away from my blog, block me, and leave me alone.]
Reoccurring themes: stepdad/stepdaughter relationships, (big) age-gaps, innocent!reader, naive!reader, manipulation, toxic relationships, daddy kink, dd/lg-ish (?), infidelity, kidnapping (mostly implied), death (implied), heavy smut, crime, misogynistic views, taboo relationships, no rpf's
Sy x Reader: don't blame me (love made me crazy)
- sometimes what an old bear needs is a young little Goldilocks.
or, your mom can't keep up with his appetite, so he found himself another outlet in the form of his silly little stepdaughter.
Steve x Reader: good girl faith
- the world is ugly but at least it has you.
or, Steve Roger's craves to own something beautiful -- even if it comes in the form of his sweet stepdaughter.
August x Reader: magic, madness, heaven, sin [COMING SOON]
- for August Walker, the end justified the means.
or, your daddy is the only person you have left in your life, he made very sure of it.
Lee x Reader: in the middle of the night, in my dreams [COMING SOON]
- the sheriff's new wife doesn't know how to act right ... her daughter, however.
or, Lee decides his stepdaughter would be a better little housewife made just for him.
Bucky x Reader: love's a fragile little flame [COMING SOON]
- the Winter Soldier has lost enough in this lifetime, it's time he's the one who takes.
or, Buck Barnes your beloved daddy is now way past asking permission.
I Call It Being Married | Cevans x wife!reader (Actress!reader)
Summary: Just another day of being secretly married to Chris, upset that you told your fans you weren't dating, you called it being married.
Warning(s): Non, just fluff. **you're a cast member in this one.**
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At the panel for comic con, you were eagerly listening to all the questions and answers. It was another day of a press tour for the new marvel film that had been released, and you happened to be one of the cast members going on tour to promote the new avenger's film in New York. Sitting at the broad table amongst your other cast members, you enjoy waving at your fans and listening to everyone's conversations.
The next fan came up to the microphone; she smiled your way. "Uh… this is a question for y/n", she smiled again. You chuckled, scooting closer to your mic nodding in her direction. "Hey, there, lovely!" You replied.
Her face instantly brightened, "I just wanted to say thank you so much for your character! She is one of my favourites in the MCU. You are an outstanding actor! " she praised before continuing. "I wanted to know who would be the first person you'd call if you needed saving." You carefully listened, nodding in understanding. "First of all, thank you for your kind words. I am ecstatic to hear that I am your favourite character… and secondly…" you chuckled.
You raised a finger before taking your phone out, dialling a specific number. Awaiting the phone to answer, Chris finally picks up "Hello, hello!" You lightly laughed before continuing, "I am just calling you because I have a lovely fan here at the panel who wanted to know who I'd call if I needed saving" there was a quiet laugh coming through the phone.
Looking at the audience, they were curious about who this person was, "could you say hi for me please?" You asked again, hearing a slight laugh "of course, love". You put your phone on speaker, resting it against the microphone, "It's on speaker", you said.
"Hey Y/n's fans, hope you're all having a great day", he spoke, the slight smile paved on your face as the audience knew exactly who the person talking was. "Alright, thank you, that's enough... I think you're stealing my fans." you chuckled. "Alright, love, see you later", he spoke, hanging up. You smiled at his sweet goodbye before shoving your phone back into your pocket.
"And that right there was the lovely Chris Evans", you spoke before the crowd began to cheer.
Sooner, the next fan comes up, "this is a question for y/n…" they asked, "I think I am speaking for everyone here after hearing Chris on the phone… so we all wanted to know if you and Chris are dating". The panel began to chuckle along with you.
Oh, they knew that he was more than than a date. Leaning into the microphone carefully, you begin to whisper, "Can you guys keep a secret?" You winked, the audience nodded their heads In unison. You let out a big sigh "phew… so can I" you chuckle, causing your fans to have a mixed reaction of laugher and sadness.
"No, no… I'm only joking," you giggled, looking over to your best friend Scarlett, who is already giving you a wink. You turn back to the audience, "No, we aren't dating" you smiled at the fan who had asked you this question, "but do not fear! We are definitely partners in crime", you winked, making the fan smile again.
"Alright, thank you guys for coming along to this panel." The Mic host began talking, and everyone, including you, began to leave the panel.
Getting home from the tour, you take your shoes off before heading into the kitchen, smiling upon seeing your husband cook. Hugging Chris from behind, you loved how much taller he was than you. Turning around, he gave you a big smile, embracing you in a hug. "Hey, how was the panel?" She asked, giving your lips a peck. "Great, there was a lot of questions", you laughed.
"Played a bit with the audience; they asked if we were dating", separating yourself from the hug. You went to grab yourself a drink from the fridge before sitting down at the counter. "Ah! And what was your answer?" Chris turned your way, raising his eyebrows.
He plated both of you and his dinner, awaiting your answer. "I said no… hear me out first! Only because we aren't dating" you smiled. Again raising an eyebrow, he set your dinner in front of you before taking his seat right next to you.
"Oh right… so what do you call this?" He lifts his left hand, waving it around in the air and in your face, showing off his gold wedding band. Taking a bite into your food, you groaned a bit at our delicious it was. "This is good, hun-" he stopped you mid-sentence "love?", it was always the raise of his eyebrow that got you.
You loved to tease him, chuckling you kiss his lips slowly, parting just a bit you look into his eyes, "I call it being married, we don't date anymore" you cheekily spoke "We are married, and we do married couple things" you widely smile which Chris caught on. He laughs lightly, taking a bit of his own food, "I knew I married a smart one", you laughed at his comment.
"Of course I am", You kissed his cheek before beginning to eat again.
Chris smiled, his body faces towards you with one of his hands resting on the back of your chair. You both continued your conversation about how your days went.
Something… married couples do, I guess.
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Plot: You finally meet Chris’ friends but he doesn’t like it when you start to flirty with one of them, he wants to punish you and he does.
“You’re shaking” he clasped your hands holding them tight “don’t be nervous they’ll love you I promise”
You sighed looking up at him, he kept saying that to you throughout the day and a part of you doubted it, meeting your boyfriend’s friends is terrifying and you were afraid that they wouldn’t like you but you didn’t want to back out now after seeing him so happy when you agreed to join him “Ok you’re right, let’s just get this over with”
“That’s the spirit” he chucked as he climbed out of the car and came round to your side.
He held your hand firmly as you approached the home, you noticed how insanely big it was and before either of you were at the from door you heard the sound of the music booming which eased you a lot and you were secretly grateful for
“God he said it wasn’t a party” he groaned, thumping his fist against the door. After he reached to open the front door which was already unlocked.
“Joe you said a small gathering!” He yelled into the house over the music when his eyes landed on his friend.
“You know me, I can’t help it” he stretched his arms out giving Chris a bear hug, he moved to the living room and gestured with his head for you and Chris to follow him
“CHRIS!” Bellowed the group of people in the living room, Chris took you around the room where there were a chorus of greetings from his friends who then quickly went back to their own conversations.
“She’s a little nervous” Chris pointed to you when he noticed you weren’t making conversation with the last of his friends he was introducing you to.
You tossed him a disapproving look, mortified because you weren’t a conversationalist like Chris and that always made you self conscious.
“I doubt it, it’s probably just because you talk so much and no one can get a word in edgewise” one of the women remarked making the others laughs and you joined in leaning into him teasing.
“Come sit with us” she patted the couch “before he chews your ear off about some sports stuff”
Chris scoffed, rolled his eyes and stormed off leaving you all laughing again and taking the seat that was offered to you.
His friends were nice and funny, they sensed your nerves and instead of asking you questions about your personal life you all talked about the one thing you had in common which was Chris. You occasionally glanced back at him where you saw him eyeing you carefully and giving him a small smile letting him know you were ok.
You sat back for the most part listening to all their childhood stories and you thought about what Chris must have been like when he was younger. They argued after having realised they had different version of the same events, you envied how close they all were and the amount of memories they shared. A few left the couch to get some drinks including the woman who offered you a drink and you were then left alone with his friend Mike.
Mike was hilarious, you got lost in conversation with him, he was so charming and flirtatious something you always liked in people. He had you cracking up most of the night telling you stories about times where Chris’ sister had convinced him to wear a dress and some makeup. You burst out laughing brushing you hand against his as your body shook with laughter.
“What are you guys talking about?” You jumped when you felt Chris sidle up next to you eager to know what you both were laughing at. He pulled you hand back from where it lay on Mike’s knee and held it in his hand firmly.
“You” you said in union, looking at each other and falling back in laughter
“We should probably get going, it’s late” he whispered in your ear squeezing your hand
“No, no we’re having so much fun” you gave him pleading eyes
“Yeah come on Chris, let your girlfriend hang out with me” he flashed his brows at him, smirking.
“We’re going” Chris stated tugging at your hand and pulling you up from the couch.
If you had any amount of strength you would have resisted him but Chris was way stronger than you, he might as well have picked you up. You waved your good-byes to his friends that were scattered all around the house and when you turned to wave good-bye to Mike he had pulled you away so fast you thought you were going to get whiplash.
“Jesus Chris, slow down” you breathed
“What so you can flirt with Mike more”
You almost didn’t hear it but when you did you stood still a few metres away from the car and when he noticed you weren’t moving he turned to you throwing his hands up in the air and furrowing his brows at you.
“Flirting with him?”
“Yeah, I saw the way you were laughing with him!” he spat bitterly, his voice echoing into the night air
You slapped you hand to your mouth but not before a small chuckle escaped
“You think this is funny” he moved to you
“No?” You snorted, a small grin flashing across your face.
He scoffed heading back to the car and you quickly followed him climbing into the passenger seat.
“Chris… honey I’m sorry” you put your hand over his “I’m not laughing I swear”
He started the car, keeping his eyes glued to the road and giving you the cold shoulder. The entire car ride Chris never said a word to you, never glanced at you and really committed to this silent treatment. You just couldn’t believe how jealous and it was a side of him you’d never seen yet and it kind of turned you on. He got possessive and annoyed just at the sight of seeing you getting along with his friend, something he wanted you to do you thought.
As soon as he turned the car into the drive, he still made no attempts to talk to you, just parking the car and getting out of the car.
“Seriously Chris” you narrowed your eyes following him into the house
He headed for the living room throwing himself on the couch and staring up at the couch, he sat up rubbing his head with his hands. You leaned against the door frame watching his movements for a few minutes before moving to pour yourself a glass of scotch and doing the same for him. You set it down on the coffee table in front of him and took a seat beside him, you planted a kiss quickly on his cheek before he could pull his head back.
“You’re really not talking to me” you spoke softly
When he didn’t respond or even look at you, you took that as your clue to leave, finding his behaviour really annoying and slamming your glass to the table you stormed out of the room. Usually you would stay up and wait for him to come to bed before you drifted off to sleep but you were so filled with anger the idea of sleeping next to him almost made you blood boil.
How dare you think you’d flirt with someone else, it’s not like he wasn’t a flirt and hated the attention he got from women. But you never brought it up and felt some type of way about it, you were pacing the bedroom stripping off your clothes and letting them drop to the ground before you crawled into bed. You soon drifted off to sleep despite all the anger and even when you felt the weight shift on his side of the bed.
You woke first groggy then letting your senses come back to you, you sigh a deep breath stretching out any tension as the memory of last night flooded you. You turn to your right remembering how he had the nerve to even sleep in bed with you last night and you yank the covers to your side deliberately depriving him of any warmth before getting out of bed in a fit.
You made as much sound as you possibly could, slamming the bathroom door, opening up the drawers loudly and shutting them again, stomping throughout the bedroom hoping all the noise would annoy him and disrupt his sleep. You watch him stir in his sleep slowly waking up and you left the room but not before slamming the bedroom door.
You roamed around the kitchen, pacing lightly, you tried not to be bothered by his behaviour but it was hard. You never thought of Chris as a jealous man and he never showed any jealousy like that before. You wondered if it was some red flag that you missed over the years you’d been dating, maybe the signs were always there and you never paid any attention to it. Something about it didn’t sit well with you and you leaned on the counter mulling it over, he ignored you from the moment you were in the car till you went to bed. That was so unusual, Chris hated going to bed angry so you knew that this must have really gotten to him.
You felt yourself getting annoyed again, did he really think you were flirty or would even think about cheating on him. What did that say about how he felt about you and how he saw you.
“You should learn to be more quiet” he grumbled brushing past you
You didn’t notice that he was even in the kitchen till his voice pulled you out of your thoughts
“Huh” you turned to him
“It was rude, I was sleeping”
“Oh I’m sorry, am I supposed to care” you were being petty for sure and didn’t care about it, he deserved it.
He glared at you flaring his nostrils “don’t piss me off”
“Or what, you’re gonna stop talking to me again. Oh I’m so scared” you mocked
He set down his cup of coffee and slowly approached you “you don’t wanna see what I’ll do”
The little flash of anger in his eyes let you know he was serious, you had gotten under his skin.
“What if I do?” you glared at him playfully
He took a few more steps to you until he had backed you to the counter and pressed himself against you. He gave you a smirk, bending down to kiss and lick your neck softly, he wrapped his arms around your middle pulling you to him sharply.
“Chris you can’t just-“
“What? Touch you” he dipped his head to you neck again sucking gently “I’ll do what I want” His hands slid to your thigh slowly reaching under your robe. “And what I want…” he trailed kisses along you jawline before capturing your lips “is you”.
He was gentle with you at first which had you thinking he wasn’t angry at you anymore before his hand snaked up to cup your skull, pulling your head back so you locked eyes with him. You gasped at the pressure and watched as that anger flooded his eyes again only for it to be replaced with arousal quickly. His loosened his grip and his hand slid down to your throat, your eyes widened as you waited for him to apply pressure but he never did. Instead he watched and felt you whimper against him nervous but you were also getting restless wanting more from him.
“I don’t like seeing you with other men” he gripped your hips harshly “You’re mine and only mine. Do you understand?”
You moaned your response but it didn’t satisfy him, his grip around your throat tightened
“Do you understand?” He asked again
“Yes…yes” you chocked out
He narrowed his eyes “I don’t believe you” He grabbed your waist quickly bending you over the counter. He pushed his pelvis into you and you let out a soft moan feeling his hard cock against you. He leaned into you , whispering in your ear “I think I need to show you”. You couldn’t see his face, only feel him touch all over you body, his warm breath against your ear and him getting harder the more you twisted your hips against him.
“I need to show you who you belong to” his voice rasped as you heard him unbuckling his belt, your breath hitched when the belt hit the floor and the clang rang through silent kitchen. He hiked up your robe so it fell bundled just above your ass, he ran his hand up from your thigh and soft moan escaped your lips.
“You see how wet you are” he slipped his finger inside you, you jerked arching your back as he crooked his finger hitting that spot you loved so much. You bucked your hips slowly with his pace reaching forward to grasp whatever you could to steady yourself. You were getting restless, desperate but he was having fun teasing you.
You groaned feeling his shaft slide up and down your slit. When he moved away you whimpered and whined at the loss aching for him. He teased your hole making sure to line his cock up nicely with you pussy, he waited moments before slamming into you without warning.
“Oh fuck” you cried out as he pounded into you more and more. His thrusts were rough, violent like he was trying to ravage you right there in the kitchen. While you tried your best to keep up with him, every time the tip of his cock hit your cervix you gasped and winced with both pleasure and pain.
The way he thrust into you told you he wanted you to scream him name loudly, it made it difficult for you to stay upright. He bent over you interlocking his fingers with you keeping you in place as he pushed in and out of you picking up the pace again. You felt his breath near your ear again and it drove you insane hearing him breathing heavily. You squeezed your pussy around his cock making his lightly gasp and then thrust into you harshly as punishment.
“Are you misbehaving again” he rasped against your ear, plunging into you harder. “God, you’re so fucking tight”, his lips latched on to your neck as his hands roamed your body.
Soon his hand went to your throat squeezing harshly, you knees started to buckle and all you fell from your lips were moans.
“I wanna hear you, tell me who you belong to” he panted heavily
“It-it’s you, I-i belong to you” you stuttered
“That’s right” he thrust into you burying himself deep inside you “you” he pulled back out teasing your hole “belong” he slowly pushed into you making you exhale deeply “to me” you let out a quiet low moan nearing your release at his words.
You knew he was close too as he movements became staggered, he was trying his best to hold on but it was growing to be difficult for him. You bucked madly crying out loudly, you wanted your release, you needed it.
“Yes, yes god yes” you chanted as you grew close
He pounded into you violently now grunting heavily with every thrust, he gripped you hips then moved his feet to spread your legs as best as far as you’d let him. You tightened around him, you cries bouncing off the walls. You screwed your eyes shut, reaching you hands back to feel for him, worried he’d move and leave you like this.
“Fuck” he grunted loudly still thrusting into you as you body trembled and shook from your orgasm. You yelled slamming you hands to the counter holding on for dear life as you hit your climax. You legs shook and bent inwards as you tried to close them but he didn’t let you. He held them apart still working towards his orgasm.
“Chris-“ you begged
“I’m not done with you yet” he pounded into you a few more times, giving you long strokes before he bent over you his orgasm building quickly. He was buried deep inside you and he was overcome quickly with pleasure. He let go of your legs letting you close them but still staying inside you. He reached up his head resting in the crook of your neck trialing kisses along your shoulder.
You both panted heavily and you struggled to form a deep breath as his body weighed heavy above you. He reached around giving you clit a flick making gasp beneath him, you were so sensitive to his touch. He slowly moved of you and you dared not move yourself letting him admire the view before you felt him pull you to him.
“I hope you’ve learnt your lesson” he smirked giving you a gentle smack as you walked past him “now get upstairs, I’ll be up soon”
Hope you enjoyed it, feedback is encouraged and appreciated.
Warnings: NSFW 18+ smut, sex, swear words, filth talk, doing it against the window
Summary: Chris decides he wants to take you up against a window
Hands pressed against the tall glass window you skirt rolled up around your hips. Chris standing behind as he was thrusting his cock inside of you. Hands gripping your hips tightly as he slammed his hip into your backside.
“Such a good slut taking my cock so well.” He groaned through clenched teeth.
“Anyone could see you taking my cock.” Pulling your body back into his so he could go deeper. Panting into the window making it fog up.
“Naughty girl you want someone to see don’t you?” He growled into your ear making you whimper. Your cheeks heating up at the image of someone looking up and seeing you two.
Filling you to the brim with his cock being able to feel every inch of him inside you. His hands guiding your hips so they could meet his thrusts. Pussy walls squeezing around him.
“Your pussy is squeezing my cock darling.” He breathed out as he starting to slow down his thrusts.
Looking down to where you two were connected watching as his cock was disappearing inside of you. Loving how your juices coated his cock making it easier to slip inside of you.
Feeling your orgasm starting slowly approach you. Your hands sprawled out against the window standing on your tip toes trying to keep your balance.
Ass cheeks slapping against his pelvis making the sound echo around the room. Feeling your cheeks up every time you heard him enter your soaked pussy.
“You look so sexy right now taking my cock against the window like this.” Wishing he had a camera set up to capture the moment.
He was always a fan of finding new places to fuck you. Not caring if anyone saw you not doing anything against the law since you were in your own house.
“Does my cock slut wanna cum?” His tone condescending his thrusts starting to pick up pace again.
“I wanna hear you beg.” One hand reaching down to start rubbing your clit making you cry out.
“Fuck Chris I wanna cum around your big fat cock.” You mewled out like a animal in heat.
“Oh that’s my good girl. Always such an obedient cock slut for me.” Drilling his hips into hitting your spot making you throw your head back.
“Fuckin cum around my cock baby. Can feel your pussy squeezin me.” Groaning through clenched teeth.
Both of you swiftly feeling your orgasm approaching. Heat spreading through out your body as your stomach tightened. Moans leaving your mouth relentlessly.
“That’s my good girl. Such a good girl.” He whispered loud enough for you to hear. As his fingers flicked your clit up and down.
“Fuck Chris I’m there.” Your orgasm hitting you like a freight train as you soaked his cock with your arousal.
Pumping himself inside of you a few more times before he still inside of you. His cock twitching as he filled you with his warm cum. Both of you panting heavily a droplet of his sweat hitting your back.
Leaning your forehead against the window as he placed little kisses along your spine. Your legs trembling as you stood there trying to relax post orgasmic state.
“Fuck I gotta fuck you against the window more often.” He chuckled making you giggle his cock still buried deep inside you.
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Summary: After a trip that gives the chance to Chris to take a long-overdue break from his job, he comes back home with his mind made up to change his life. And even if it weren’t for the trip itself or meeting you, even though he had no idea if he’d ever see you again, he was determined to not wait any longer. Feeling ready to become a father he starts looking for a surrogate mother, only to end up finding you of all people.
“Son of a guy. You meant it.” brown eyes were wide, and for the first couple seconds no other sound could be heard in the room. It almost felt like the words could echo in the room.
“You're really doing this.” the man's voice was filled with just as much shock as was painted all over his face. At least the woman behind him was more calm, sipping on her drink with an ease that would have been troubling, especially in such a case, if it wasn't known that she had long ago heard the news.
“I wouldn't have brought it up in the first place if I wasn't seriously considering it.” the other man in the room couldn't take his eyes off his friend, trying to gauge his reaction the second it came through. It was bound to be the most honest one, no second thoughts, and he only needed his friends' honest thoughts. Not that, and he was sure of it, the other man would intentionally tell him anything but the truth.
“You- wow.” the shocked expression was still there but there was no mistaking the smile that was slowly but surely appearing on his face “Seems like Evans is finally joining the club, who'd have thought? That's what I call one heck of a year, quickly Scarlett note the date down! It's going to go down in the history books, I tell you. Oh you're in for one hell of a ride, buddy! Wait you knew about this, didn't you?” he turned to the woman but shook his head soon enough “Never mind. You're gonna have to look for a godmother but I do get to be the godfather, right? I really need to start making preparations, nine months are not even remotely enough. I gotta-”
“Take a deep breath and calm down, Robert. That's what you gotta do. Otherwise this kid won't get to meet its one-of-a-kind godfather. And we would never want that to happen, would we?” the woman interrupted his rambling, a teasing smile on her own lips as she noticed Chris himself chuckle.
“Oh goodness forbid that could ever happen.” Chris laughed some more, his chest feeling lighter than it had in the past couple days “And besides that, there has not been a surrogate found just yet. Papers got approved only a day ago, it will take more time than that.”
“You say that as if the second every woman finds out you're on that kind of market, won't volunteer to have your baby. Heck, I know most of them would gladly volunteer to do it the old-fashioned way! You'll see, you will be getting news very soon.” Robert brushed his friend off and got up from his seat, making his way to the mini bar to grab a drink for himself “Which means, I really gotta start preparing everything because a) this is Evans' kid and b) I'm the godfather and it'll get only the best!”
Scarlett couldn't help but laugh, while Chris shook his head with a chuckle, before she added “As you can see, he is going to be more trouble than the kid.” she ignored the look that was shot at her from Robert and kept going “But, speaking of it, I never asked: Did you never really consider adoption?”
“For most of the time that's what I had in mind, yes, but-” he sighed, easing back in his seat “I asked about it and my chances were sadly very low, given my job and everything, not to mention how lengthy of a process it all was. Sebastian was actually the one to suggest it and you know I haven't been able to stop thinking about it ever since. Granted, it is just as hard to find a surrogate who is also willing to be the biological mother but I feel like I have more to hope for this way.”
“You have every reason to be hopeful, I'm sure this will work out just fine. Besides-” she offered her friend a warm smile “There is no other man that I can think of that could be a better father than you. This child will be very lucky.”
“...The part of Robert being the godfather excluded?” Chris added with a smirk, eyeing his friend who narrowed his eyes at him, before both Chris and Scarlett burst into laughter.
“Life isn't perfect, what can you do?” she grinned as she took a sip of her drink.
“I'll try to be the better man, as always, and not comment on any spiteful comments against me. You're just jealous I am going to be the world's best godfather. Anyway, that wasn't what I was going to comment on.” he plopped back on his seat and gave the blue-eyed man a sly smile “Sebastian you say but I'm wondering: was it him or that summer trip to Italy that really prompted you to become a dad? Maybe a certain someone you met there? What was her name...”
“Don't-” it was all he had time to get out, his eyes wide and voice very warning; but there was never any stopping the man when he wanted to speak his mind.
“Ah yes.” Robert grinned widely “(Y/n).”
“What- Who?” Scarlett frowned, tilting her head to the side “How come I haven't heard of her before? I thought you told me everything about Italy.”
“Probably the love of his life. Something like his soulmate. One he talks about a lot in his sleep, hence why I should hold more parties and have you guys over. The info I get is golden. Anyway, think of it as the star-crossed lovers but one where he isn't the Lana Del Rey young and beautiful, you know? Heard she's something like a med or psych graduate or something. So come to think of it all, Italy, soulmates and age difference, this is like another version of Call me by your-”
“And that's it for you. Enough words spoken for one day.” Scarlett said, not hesitating a second to place a hand over the man's mouth who admittedly didn't give up even if his words were only an incoherent mumble after that.
Chris' eyes were wide and there was no mistaking the way he wanted to not talk about it, as if there was some unparalleled sadness that came with the mention of your name, a deep ache and at the same time yearning perhaps because he missed you, just like there was no mistaking the tint of pink that was on his cheeks.
“That's-” he cleared his throat, avoiding looking at his friends in the eyes because he knew how easy it would be to tell that even so many months later the feelings were fresh as much as the day he had to leave, the day he left a part of himself on the airport with you – a part he knew real well he wouldn't get back again, certainly not from any other woman he got to meet. That missing part of him, even if the rest held all the beautiful memories dearly to itself and felt truly blessed, he knew was obvious. It was all on his face that he was missing something, even if he'd gotten so much. And he knew she would see it, it all became so obvious when he thought of you.
He shook his head when he realized he had taken longer than needed to reply “It was way too long ago, I can hardly remember it now. Hell, as if barely anything happened to begin with. She was just-” a lump in his throat, too painful “I made a good friend, a really good friend yes, who helped me see my life in a different way. Helped me make my choice and see the things that really matter. Couldn't keep in contact and yes that's a bit sad but- That's all there is to it, nothing more nothing less.”
Scarlett regarded him for a couple seconds, even as he tried to keep himself busy with getting another drink, before she finally spoke “If you say so.” she nodded her head “At least we now know who we owe this to and who to thank for our family growing, don't we?”
“Then-” Robert's smile was softer, yet also sad, as he raised his glass a bit “Let's drink to that, if not your baby just yet. To (Y/n)?”
“To (Y/n).” Scarlett nodded her head “For helping you make the best decision of your life, wherever she may be now.”
Chris hesitated, the unspoken truth of you not only being the one to help him make the decision but also be part of that decision, part of the family he wanted to build, was ready to break free from his lips but he held it back “Wherever she may be.” he said in a low hoarse voice, raising his glass as well “To (Y/n).”
He had not allowed himself to say your name in a long time and thinking back to it, the effect had been evident not only in his chest, in his heartbeat, but also in his lips, how painfully strange it felt when all he had been doing was think about it for months to no end, down to his throat that closed up with emotion. And he had allowed himself to say it not only so that he would make sure his friends would drop the subject but also because it had been a long time, he felt the need to and he knew that he wouldn't get the chance to do so, not anytime soon for sure.
And yet, only seconds ago, the name had left his lips for the second time in barely a couple days.
His brain could barely keep up with the fact, all the information he had to currently process seemed to make things even harder. Saying your name this time certainly had the same effect, his throat closed up and his heart leaped to his throat, but it felt like it was for an entirely different reason. He blinked several times, trying to make sure that what he was seeing was also true, to make sure that it wasn't wishful thinking and that him holding his breath had not reduced the levels of oxygen to a point where he couldn't even see straight. Truth be told, he felt pretty lightheaded.
“(Y/n) (Y/l/n).” he repeated your name for the third time, the third time in only a couple days his mind nearly screamed at him, but it didn't feel the same this time.
“Yes, I would say she seems like one of the most, if not the most, suitable candidate for you case.” the woman behind the desk gave him a warm smile but his brain was still currently stuck on the word 'candidate'.
“I'm sorry. There seems to be some misunderstanding here and I- I don't know whose part it is on, but-” he licked his lips, trying to swallow over the lump in his throat “When you say- What you're trying to say- I'm sorry.” he shook his head and let a couple seconds to pass in silence; he knew she wouldn't ask before him.
Taking a deep breath he decided to speak, even if his voice was hoarse he hoped she could make out the words “Candidate for what?”
The woman frowned a bit but it was gone faster than it could register, as she spoke in a calm voice “Your case. To be not only the surrogate you are looking for. See, her current, and according to her permanent from now on, residence is in New York City and very close to the residence you have listed as your permanent one. It is important, you understand, if we take into consideration that she will be the biological mother of the child. You might want the child to be able to stay in touch with her, and vice versa, so the close proximity does help. Of course that is always up to you, but in most cases we've seen it hap-”
“When did she sign up for this?” he asked, barely able to keep himself to wait for her to finish her sentence.
“Pardon?” she blinked and only then he realized how he might have sounded.
“You're right. I apologize, that came out as wrong.” he cleared his throat again “What I mean is... does she know who I am? That she- she's signing up to be a surrogate for my child.”
“Every surrogate must be informed, of course, of you as you are informed of her. She too must know whose child she will carry, don't you think it's fitting? But if you are uhm-” she hesitated “Concerned about other children, then, you need not worry. It's not my place to say this but it seems like-” she smiled a bit, almost knowingly “That you have already chosen, so I believe it wouldn't really be against any rule to say this. Consider it an extra bit of information.”
'Seems like you have already chosen.' would be a vast understatement. It was like every cell in his body was screaming 'Yes', chanting it over and over again that he was seriously worried he might have projected it somehow. He could barely control the words that came out of his lips anyway. If anything, the second he had come across the file with your name he had been glued to it, his eyes and all of his attention orbiting around the single file as if he was Earth and you were his Sun. Not far from the truth either.
But it also must have shown- No scratch that. He was sure it had shown because he had done no effort to hide it, too stunned and happy and eager and giddy and blessed and so many other things, to try to hide it. And she had clearly noticed.
“So, no, she has not mothered another child. As a matter of fact, Miss (Y/l/n) is doing this for the first time.” the woman leaned back in her chair “She came to us with the belief that there was too much sadness out there and, amongst other things, she decided to do this little one thing to help someone out. To make someone happy. I believe she didn't really have any further expectations out of this, no further plans, other than wanting to do some good. We only informed her of your case and she said she'd like to help, nothing else.” she shrugged softly “For any further reasons behind her choice you could ask her, I suppose. If you do think she could be the right choice to be the mother of your child, then-”
“She is.” he said, maybe a little too fast, but he didn't care. He didn't find a single part of him that cared for how eager he looked at the prospect of you being the mother of his child. Granted, it wasn't exactly how he'd imagined it but it was so much more than he ever thought he'd get, of what he thought he deserved, when he had told you goodbye that summer.
He cleared his throat again, trying to straighten his back and look as formal as he should in the suit he was wearing. He offered her a small smile “She is the right one. I think I've decided. I-” he paused, glancing at the pile of files and therefore other candidates which he had absolutely not even taken a glimpse at and he hoped she wouldn't comment on it “I've thought things through, yes.” because no man could make such a decision so hastily, he knew, and yet he looked like he just had “I'm glad for all the candidates it means a lot but uhm Miss (Y/l/n) seems to be indeed the right one. I think she will do just fine yes.”
“Wonderful.” she smiled more, nodding her head “If it means anything, she seemed happy when she was presented with your case.” oh if only she knew just how much it really meant to him, ask his wildly-beating heart and everyone would know just how much “Now, you understand that while you seem pretty sure and confident with your choice, you will have to give it some more time, more than anything to get in touch with the surrogate herself and discuss through any specific terms you might have. We will be the ones to set a meeting. Of course there are legal issues that need to be taken care of, but you're a lawyer yourself so you probably know that better than anybody else already.”
“Y-yes uh of course, yes, legal terms. Mr Wilson will represent me on the matter of course. But you said-” he folded his hands over his lap and threaded his fingers and it was either that or let his nerves show “Meeting her? Will I get to meet her in person soon or...?”
“That, Mr Evans, is completely up to you, how ready and sure you are, how much time you need and how fast you want things to progress.” she said as if she'd had this conversation many times over and she probably had “It could be within a week, a month, or, if you have no doubts, within three days the soonest possible. So, do you need time to think over-”
“The soonest possible. I'd like-” he nodded his head, straightening his suit's jacket “I think it would be best if I could meet with her the soonest possible. She's just what I was looking for.”
How about Jake Jensen meeting the reader's parents for the first time and since he's an adorkable idiot, chaos ensues?
Title: At the Dinner Table
Pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader
Warnings: Only language I think.
Jake’s nipples were beautiful, and you would love to show them the appreciation due to them, but not in front of your parents.
“What are you doing?” You hissed, shaking your head at his bare upper body.
“You’re the one who said ‘shirt up’!” He defended and you hid your face in your hands, groaning in mortification.
“I said shut up you absolute walking disaster!” You said, peeking at your father who shot you an incredulous look. His eyes were asking you for confirmation that this is the man you’re planning on spending the rest of your life with and you scrunched your nose.
Jake blushed, scratching his goatee bashfully before pulling his shirt on again. Your mother was clearly trying hard not to laugh, suppressing her giggles by pursing her lips. Your brother, however, had no chill because he kept munching on his snacks, watching your fiancé with a fascinated gaze that shifted to you after he was clothed again.
“Now I know why you stay with him. He’s ripped.” He said, nodding as if in approval. You threw a piece of salad at him, sitting down in silence until your father cleared his throat. The argument before Jake suddenly decided to flash everyone was almost forgotten, an uncomfortable silence descending on the dinner table.
“Right,” Your father said, “as I was saying earlier, I would have liked it had you asked for my daughter’s hand like a gentleman.”
You grabbed your fork tightly in your hand, shooting your father a glare. Seriously, what time was he living in?
“And like I said, I don’t need your permission to marry her. Only hers. And she said yes.” Jake grumbled, chewing on his food as he sulked, still a little red around his ears.
“And like I said, will you both please shut up?” You said, voice slightly raised. “I am not some object you’ll talk about as if I am not here. Dad, I made my choice when I said yes. And you, Jake, don’t you ever talk to my father like that again.”
Your brother looked between you three, very entertained. He was smirking, exchanging amused looks with your mother who didn’t look like in any hurry to interrupt this argument.
“You just told him to shut up yourself.” Jake said.
“He’s my daddy, I can talk to him how I want. But I’ll be damned if you raise your voice at him.” You huff, earning a very approving nod from your father.
“That’s my girl!” He cheered, reaching over to pat your back with a huge smile. You gave him a sarcastic one back, fixing him with a withering look.
“You can’t talk to my fiancé that way either. He’s gonna be your son in law soon, so treat him like family.”
At your father’s bewildered look, your mother wheezed out a laugh that she quickly stifled, stuffing her mouth with food. This isn’t how you expected this dinner to go at all. Not only had your father and fiancé got into an argument that ended up with one of them shirtless, but you were sure your brother had the hots for Jake.
“Who wants ice-cream?” Your mother asked, smiling sweetly and pointedly at you. You raised an eyebrow at her before getting up to follow her into the kitchen. She had no subtle bone in her body. On reaching the kitchen, she excitedly pulled you in and squealed.
“Oh god love, where did you find this guy?” She asked, bursting with curiosity. You cracked a smile at her enthusiasm, leaning against the counter as you shyly bit your lip.
“Half dead in the desert.” You told her, chuckling when her mouth dropped open. “Don’t worry, he’s not a bad guy. He’s got a complicated history.”
Your mother nodded, taking your hands in hers and squeezing gently. She knows Jake used to be in the military and didn’t ask for more information. There was much that happened to soldiers behind the scenes, things that were hard to put into words. She didn’t need to know what happened.
“He’s good to you, right?” She asked, eyes sparking when you nodded. “Oh my child, I am so happy for you. I’ve never seen you stand up for someone as you did today. I have high hopes for you both.”
With a soft smile you hugged her, taking in her natural musk and feeling like a little girl again who would plan her dream wedding with her. You’d always had trouble feeling feminine enough with two guns strapped to your thighs and hands roughed on the battlefield. But Jake made you feel like the softest, most beautiful woman in the world.
“I love him ma, I really do. I can’t imagine living without him.” You confessed. Your mother cupped your face and kissed your forehead, a lot like your grandma used to do.
“You won’t lose him” She promised, then looked out into the dining room and giggled. “Well, we better hurry out there. Your brother is trying to steal your man.”
You looked over your shoulder and screeched, stomping out and smacking your brother on the back of his head. You stood protectively in front of a very confused Jake, shielding him from your brother who was trying hard to look nonchalant.
“What?” He grumbled, rubbing his head where you hit him.
“Don’t even think about it. You’re not getting my man again.” You warned, wagging a threatening finger in his face. Jake lightly touched your back, pushing you aside to look questioningly at your brother with furrowed brows.
“You stole her boyfriend?” He asked in shock, looking a little impressed. You rolled your eyes as your brother smirked proudly, looking every bit like the man slut he was.
“Twice. I only did it to test their loyalty. Suffice it to say, they failed terribly. And they were horrible in bed. I did sis here a favor.”
You grit your teeth, fighting the urge to punch your brother. He meant well, but if he thought of putting one sleazy hand on your Jake, you’ll hit him in the balls.
“Did I fail too?” Jake asked nervously, looking at you with so much worry that you wanted to kiss his frown away. You looked at your brother with narrowed eyes, sending him a warning that he promptly ignored. He leaned his chair back on the hindlegs, swinging slowly as he regarded Jake with thoughtful eyes.
“You are the only one who has ever passed. You must really love my sis if you’re willing to overlook the more beautiful sibling.”
Jake sighed in relief, hugging you from behind as your smiled softly. Your father, very much done with the antics left without a word, talking about shameless children with no respect for elders. Your mother went after him after shooting you a wink, pleased with your choice.
“So, are you guys gonna have sex in your childhood bedroom?” Your brother asked. “If yes, Jake beware the posters on the wall. Sis was a freak.”
You would have lunged on the little shit had Jake not held you back, his breath washing over your skin as he laughed silently. Pulling you away, he pressed sweet kisses behind you ear, gently soothing you and preventing you from murdering your brother.
“Let’s go see those posters in your room baby. If you’re good, I’ll show you something better too.” He promised.
A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE OWNER OF AMERICA’S ASS!!! Please continue to age like a fine wine!
Word count: 2.4k
Warnings: None just fluff, bit of language
You woke up to the feeling to Chris running his fingers up and down your back. Shifting slightly you look up to see his eyes still closed, you knew he was actually awake though. So you moved so you could press a kiss to his lips. You feel him smile into the kiss, his eyes opening when you parted.
“Happy Birthday sweetie” you smile.
“Thank you, how does it feel being married to a 40 year old?” Chris asks smiling over at you.
“Not much different just a bit more leathery” you smirk making him scoff.
“Leathery! This will be you in 3 and a half years” he laughs shaking his head at you.
“I still love you all the same” you smile.
“I’ll love you too” he smiles as he kisses you again deeply.
He moves the both of you so he was hovering over you. His hand runs up and down your body as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. As his lips began to travel you heard your five year daughter outside the room. She had yet to master the art of whispering so you could her every words as she told her 3 year old brother to be quiet.
“They wanted to surprise you before you woke up” you tell chris.
“I better go back to sleep then” Chris chuckles quickly lying back down.
He’d just closed his eyes as the bedroom door opened and your daughter poked her head in. You held up your finger telling them to be quiet as they snuck in. You watched them as they tried to sneak in quietly, failing miserably as they both began to giggle. You glance over at Chris who was trying his best not to smile.
“Happy birthday daddy!” Your daughter shouts as she jumps onto the bed landing right on top of Chris who let out a loud oomph.
“Aw thank you princess” he smiles sitting up and giving her a big hug.
“appy burthday dada” your son smiles stood besides the bed holding his arms up.
“Hey champ, up you come” Chris smiles reaching down to pick up the 3 year old “raaawrrr” he growls playfully as he lifts him up much higher than needed before setting him down on his chest.
The toddler giggles the entire time before grabbing hold on Chris’ beard and giving him a big sloppy kiss on the cheek. The toddler continues to play with Chris’ beard tugging at it, squealing in delight when Chris would playfully snarl and snap his teeth.
“Now why don’t you two keep daddy occupied while I go grab breakfast” you say kissing the two kids on the top of their heads before climbing out of bed.
While you were downstairs you gave Dodger his breakfast before plating up all the food and drinks onto a tray. The overflow going into a hamper.
“C’mon dodge” you call as you grab everything and start making your way upstairs.
As you stepped back into the bedroom you could see the three of them all playing on the bed. Having pillow fights, the two kids ganging up on Chris who was dramatically taking every hit. Dodger barked at the three of them before running over jumping onto the bed easily knocking Chris back and pinning him down.
“Wha-whu bubba okay, okay you got me” Chris laughs as dodger licks his face.
“C’mon dodge off you get” you smile, the dog doing as he’s told and hopping off the bed sitting down on the floor.
“Good boy” you say putting the tray and hamper down on the bed before scratching dodger behind the ear.
“Oh wow this looks amazing” Chris smiles looking over at all the food.
“Boston’s finest” you smile sitting down on the bed lifting your son onto your lap.
You watched as Chris tucked in and like you suspected gave a lot of food away to the two munchkins.
“Why don’t you two tell daddy what you have planned for him today?” You ask the two kids.
“Park!” The toddler shouts excitedly.
“Yeah we’re gonna go to the park and have loads of fun! Play on swings and catch” your daughter tells Chris.
“Oh wow that sounds incredible we better go get ready quick then!” Chris tells them making the little girl bounce with excitement.
“You two go head back to your rooms and me and daddy will be through in a minute to help you” you tell the kids who both quickly get up and race back to their rooms.
“God they have a lot of energy” Chris sighs shaking his head with a smile.
“Yeah so lets go wear them out so we can finish what we started” you smirk leaning over to kiss his cheek before heading out to go help the kids.
The 5 of you, dodger included, spent the entire morning at the park. You were stood pushing your son on the swings watching as Chris ran around chasing after his daughter, dodger on his heels. The kids did want to stay longer but they also started complaining that they were hungry so you headed back to the house.
As you walked up to the front door, you had your son on your hip, Chris giving the little girl a piggy back. As he opened the door you could see him frown at how dark it was inside. As he flipped on the light you saw him jump in surprise as everyone jumped out and yelled.
Chris looked around shocked at all his friends and family stood there in front of him. He glanced over at you to see you smirking back at him happy you pulled it off.
“I’m lost for words, well words I can say in front of kids that is” he laughs shaking his head putting his daughter down.
“This isn’t everything either” Scott says beckoning Chris over.
You follow him as he steps into the garden which was now completely decorated. The BBQ was going and there was a large spread of food and drink.
“This is incredible thank you” Chris smiles wrapping his arm around you and kissing the top of your head.
“Its a big birthday, I had to do something spectacular” you smirk.
“It’s amazing, you’re amazing” he smiles.
For the rest of the afternoon you watched as the kids played with their cousins and the other children. And Chris socialised with his family and friends. You were happy to see just how many of his A-list friends managed to show up. It was always difficult with how busy their schedules were.
“Wait so you’re telling that when you called me last night to say happy birthday because you were busy on set tomorrow, you were actually 20 minutes away in a hotel” Chris scoffs shaking his head at Sebastian.
“Had to throw you off the scent” Sebastian laughs shrugging his shoulders
“I actually said last night we should try and find a time to meet up soon, didn’t I?” Chris says turning to you.
“You did, it killed me knowing that I couldn’t tell you, especially with that pout” you laugh making Chris scoff.
“I don’t pout” he frowns doing the said pout.
“You’re doing it right now!” You laugh pointing at his face.
“Seb she’s being mean to me in my old age, she said I was leathery this morning!” Chris complains making Seb snort with laughter.
“Darling you age like a fine wine, you’re gonna be an extremely handsome silver fox” you tell him running your hand through his hair.
“You saying I wasn’t handsome when I was younger” he says arching a brow at you.
“You have seen pictures of yourself from the 90s right? The one of you in that velour Sean John track suit” you ask looking up at him with a smirk.
“You’re evil, you are actually evil” Chris mutters shaking his head.
“But you love me, and I’m the mother of your children so you’re stuck with me pal” you say patting him on the chest.
“Daddy, daddy, daddy! Can I give you your present pweaseeeee” you daughter says running over and pulling on Chris’ trouser leg.
“Of course princess, why don’t you go tell all the kids and all your aunties and uncles” Chris says bending down to be at her eye level.
“Okay!” She smiles hugging him before running off towards the family.
“She’s sweet” Seb smiles nodding over to your daughter.
“Yeah until she doesn’t want to do something, especially a bath, she’s like a cat” you say making Chris snort.
“I’ve got the scratches to prove it” he laughs before he gets interrupted by your daughter calling for him loudly.
When he took too long to walk over you daughter grabbed his hand and dragged him over. Sitting on his lap as soon as he sat down. You grab your son sitting him down on your lap as you sat down next to chris.
You watched bouncing your son on your knee as everyone passed Chris a present. He’d unwrap them and thank the person as best as he could with a 5 year old on his lap. Eventually your daughter got off his lap only to run inside and grab his present. Running back outside jumping back onto his lap.
“This is from both the kids” you tell him as your daughter passes him the present.
Chris smiles as he unwraps the present, his smile widens when he sees what it was. It was a scrapbook full of pictures of the kids who had add their own personalisation. Whether it be their hand prints, drawings or a crap ton of glitter.
“Its amazing thank you” Chris smiles
He hugs the little girl tightly kissing the top of her head. Before leaning over to kiss the top of his son’s head.
“Darling could you go grab my present for daddy?” You ask your daughter.
“Okay!” She smile running off to go grab the present.
“Hope you like it” you smile as she reappears and passing him the present.
“I’m sure I will” he smiles over at you as he unwraps it.
He looks back down at the present his jaw dropping when he saw what it was. A grin quickly appeared on his face as he looked over at you with a look similar to a child being told they’re going to Disney land.
“How did you manage this!” He exclaims holding up the Patriots jersey.
“Well it was a bit difficult considering he’s no longer at the pats but I pulled a couple strings” you explains smiling over to him.
“You’re incredible you know that right?” He laughs looking down at the signed Jersey by the one and only Tom Brady.
“Have a look under the jersey” you say nodding down to the wrapping paper.
He looks down and his smiles grows even wider and he picks up the tickets for the first pats game in the upcoming season.
“I stand corrected your more than incredible” Chris laughs shaking his head.
“Thank you thank you thank you” he smiles wrapping his arm around you pulling you closer and kissing you.
As the evening drew in you and Chris put the kids to bed before returning back down to the guests that remained. It was a quiet laidback evening, everyone sat by the fire pit drinking and eating the left over food. You had grabbed Chris a bottle of beer before heading back over to him.
“C’mere” he smiles pulling you down onto his lap.
“You sure you don’t want a drink?” He asks when he notices you hadn’t grabbed a drink for yourself.
“No its okay, one of us needs to stay headache free tomorrow morning for the kids, and it’s your birthday so you should celebrate” you tell him shaking your head gently.
“Thank you, and thank you in advance for being my nurse tomorrow, hangovers are only getting worse” he laughs taking a sip of his beer.
As the night drew on people slowly went home and you and Chris made your way up to bed. You popped your head into each of the kids bedrooms seeing both of them fast asleep. When you walked into your bedroom Chris had stripped out of his shirt and jeans down to just his boxer and was sat on the bed, his back against the headboard waiting for you.
“So birthday boy did you have a nice day?” You smile as grabbed a vest and some shorts.
“Yes it was the perfect start to a new decade of life” he smiles as you get changed.
“Glad you enjoyed it, now I actually have one more present for you” you say turning round to face him.
“Oh really?” He smirks sitting up a bit more.
“Yep, and honestly I think its the best present” you smirk climbing into bed sitting cross legged next to him.
“I don’t doubt that one bit” he grins.
He moves to kiss you but you stop his by passing him the long rectangular present. He arches a brow looking over at you in confusion as he takes the box. You watch biting your thumbnail nervously as he unwraps the box.
He raises another brow at you, you nudge at him to continue.
He opens the box and looks down in shock.
“Shit!” He exclaims looking over at you shocked.
“Holy shit! Are you- I mean is this- are you pregnant?” He asks you holding up the pregnancy test.
“Yeah I am” you smile.
“Oh my god that’s incredible! Oh my god I love you, I love you, I love you!” He laughs bouncing like a little kid before kissing you deeply.
He then quickly drops down to be level with your stomach “hey little one, I can’t wait to meet you, I love you so so much already. Now you be good to your mom so she can help you grow big and strong” he says talking to your stomach.
“God I love you” you smile looking down at him tears forming in your eyes.
He looks back up at you with a wide smile before sitting up and kissing you again.
“I love you too, so, so much” he smiles cupping your cheeks and wiping away the stray tears that fell.
“We’re gonna be outnumbered” you chuckle through the tears.
“We kinda are already thanks to dodger” He points out making you laugh.
“That is true” you laugh.
“God you know I was a little apprehensive about turning 40 but this has been the best birthday ever” Chris smiles.
“Glad you enjoyed it, now how about we pick up where we left off” you smirk running your hand up and down his chest.
“You don’t have to ask me twice” he smirks kissing you deeply.
A/N: I wrote the same story for Chris and Jensen as I couldn’t choose one. Sorry not sorry. (There is only a slight difference.)
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“Evans,“ you quip, barely sparing the actor a glance. “I hope you’ll be able to handle the lines today.” Chris's eyes narrow and you smile to yourself when he clenches his jaw.
“I think it was you messing the scene up, not me,” he retorts, blue eyes searching your face. He furrows his brows, waits for you to talk back.
“Ya know, it’s not professional of you to blame someone else for your failure. It wasn’t my fault you’re not able to handle a sex scene,” the way Chris’s face contorts in anger is the best thing you ever saw. “If you are not man enough to play the scene I can ask your body double to do so.”
“Y/L/N, it was you digging your nails into my back so deep you left red lines,” you chuckle at Chris’s pissed expression.
“Aw, don’t tell me you never had rough sex, Evans,” purring the words you pat his chest, earning a deep growl from your chosen archenemy. “It was in the script. You would’ve known about the description if you actually read more than your lines.”
“B-itch,” Chris grits out, glaring down at you. “One day someone will put you over their lap and spank your ass raw. I can’t believe men want to have a relationship with you.”
“Jealous Evans? I mean, my ass is hot and you, well you, will never get a taste,” smirking you pass Chris by, not caring he mutters insults under his breath.
“Cut, that was awful Chris,” the director grunts. “What’s wrong today? You forgot the lines, almost punched Y/N’s face instead of kissing her and now you ruined her dress!”
“Sorry, I was a little distracted here,” Chris growls. He glares at you, not missing you chuckle lightly. What the director doesn’t know is that you tweaked Chris’s nipple the moment he leaned close enough to let you feel his breath in your neck.
“Y/N, you alright there? Do you need a break?” the director worriedly looks in your direction. “Maybe we should stop and have lunch.”
“Just a minute,” you whisper, faking a sob. “It was an accident. I don’t think Chris would hurt me on purpose. Right, Chrissie?” no one but Chris sees the smirk on your lips.
“Right, Y/N. You’re such a good co-star,” loving you riled Chris up again you pat his chest. “Who would ever try to hurt you.”
“Good boy,” you whisper, in his ear. “I told you to not fuck with me, Evans. Everyone here loves me. No one will believe I tweaked your sensitive nipple.”
“You’re such a bitch,” he growls, pupils a little blown he looks down at you. “Can we have a break? We should have lunch. I think Y/N and I need to try the lines again, without an audience.” Chris says a little louder.
“Okay, now you lie on the bed and I am on top,” laughing you watch Chris pace around the room, running his fingers through his hair while you roll onto your belly to lie on the soft cushions. “What are you doing?”
“While you try to remember how to act,” closing your eyes you wiggle on the bed to get comfortable, missing the bed dips behind you. “I will have a little nap,” almost relaxing on the soft sheets, you shriek when someone fists your hair roughly.
“I told you to not act like a bitch around me,” Chris growls, straddling your ass. “What shall I do with you? Maybe I just spank your ass until it’s raw and you can explain to the crew why you can’t sit.”
“Lemme go, Evans,” wiggling underneath Chris you feel something poke your ass. “You get off on fisting my hair and treating me like that, don’t you? I always knew you are hiding a kinky bastard behind your everybody’s darling façade.”
“I got no clue what you are talking about,” his eyes drift toward your neck and he grits his teeth. “Now promise to not mess the next scenes up and we can part ways and never see each other again.”
“Fuck you, Evans. Don’t act like your dick isn’t poking my ass right now. You’re rock-hard and throbbing,” a tiny whimper escapes your lips when Chris forces you to crane your neck so he can sink his teeth in your flesh to leave a mark. “Are you out of your mind?”
“I’m gonna mark you so good everyone will see it was Chris Evans using you to his pleasure, making you his.”
“Do you often talk about yourself in the third person?” you growl, feeling your panties dampen when you feel his erection rub against your ass.
“Chris Evans is going to make you his little slut and force you to cum around him before he fills you up with his cum like the whore you are,” he purrs in your ear, now tilting his hips to rut against your ass. “Now shut your mouth and just lie there.”
“I dare you to,” you growl when Chris grabs your wrists to pin them above your head. “Let go of me, bastard.”
“Why would I do such a thing?” god, you hate the smirk in his voice. “You will keep your hands above your head and take me. If you run your mouth again, you will not cum at all.”
“Asshole-“ grunting you feel his warmth leave your body. For a moment you believe Chris was making fun of you only to feel him shove your dress up to your waist to reveal your panties.
“Look at you, wearing a thong,” his hand slips between your thighs, and to your shame, you spread your legs. “Spreading your legs like the slut you are for my dick. I could spit in your face and you would ask me for more and thank me.”
“You’re so full of yourself,” chuckling Chris shoves your thong aside to run two fingers up and down your slit. “This is not for you.”
“You’re so wet I can just slide into your naughty cunt without any preparation. And I know this is all for me. You eye me like you want to devour me,” while you fight your throbbing cunt, Chris shoves two fingers inside. “There we go. Come on, fuck yourself on my fingers.”
“No,” you whimper feeling his fingers leave your pussy as you stubbornly refuse to admit you want him to fuck you senseless. “Go and look for one of your groupies. I’m not-,” his cock slaps against your ass, makes you gasp as you can feel the heat of his throbbing length against your skin.
“You will take me so deep it hurts,” Chris crawls on top of you, covers your body with his taller frame to tease your sex. He shifts his hips, groaning as he lines himself up with your entrance. “I will fuck you so good, baby.”
“Don’t call me baby,” panting heavily you feel the tip slide inside. “You’re such an asshole, believing everyone must like you.”
“Oh, it’s enough when you cream my dick,” he purrs, licking the mark he left. “You will be so full of me when I’m inside you’ll forget your name. There’s no way you’ll not scream my name.”
“Dream on-“ you bite your lip when Chris straddles your thighs to dig his knees into the mattress. “AH, fuck.”
“Hands behind your back,” he orders, smirking as you clumsily cross your arms behind your back. “Good girl.” how you hate his words make you clench around his tip. “Now you’ll get the best dick you ever had.”
“C-cocky-“ a scream escapes from your throat at the same time as Chris fists your hair to push your face into the cushions, laughing at your helplessness.
“Now feel all of me,” one snap of his hips later, he shoves himself as deep as possible into you, fills you to the brim. “Good, isn’t it? Did you ever feel so full?”
You struggle to accommodate his size. Fuck, his girth burns deliciously, and you are sure, Chris can feel how you clench hard around him.
“No, it’s a pitiful wiener,” you whine when he grips your wrists with his other hand, holding you pinned to the mattress.
“Imagine someone comes here and finds you full of my dick, moaning shamelessly like the whore you are. I could tell them you stripped for me, spread your legs, and begged me to fuck you full of cum,” he growls, starting to move his hips. “I’m gonna ride you like a needy mare.”
“I’m not a fucking horse, asshol-“ whining you feel his thick length drag along your walls with every roll of his hips. You wish you could say his cock doesn’t make you feel good but to your shame, your pussy grips him tightly.
“I think your cunt would like to disagree. Feel this? Feel how you tighten around me after not two minutes,” he pants, movement becoming hastier. “God, you’re tight for such a slut.”
“Evans,” you choke out. “I still hate you!”
“Feelings mutual baby but you feel good around me. So wet and snug. If I could choose one part of you, I’d be your pussy,” he rocks his hips faster, causes the bed to start to creak. “You better cum fast cause we don’t have much time left.”
“Ah, please-fuck,” you keen. Immobile you can only let Chris use your body and force his cock inside of your blooming core. Heat spreads through your abdomen, and you can already feel the coil is about to snap. “I’m gonna cum.”
“Yeah, you will cum all over me and take my spunk. I’m gonna fucking fill you up. Now on hands and knees,” it’s a haze. While you try to go on hands and knees Chris paws at your body, manipulates your position to his liking before he slips back inside.
He grips your waist, doesn’t allow you to take a breath before he starts to hammer into you. Cries erupt from your lips and you pray no one can hear the whorish moans leave your mouth. “Ah-oh-fuck-me, Chris.”
“Sugar, I’m on it,” he growls, cock twitching violently. “Can my little slut cum on my cock? Will she cream all over me?”
His words full of venom Chris drags you onto his length with every punishing thrust. He doesn’t care you push back onto him or that you start to clench around him. Today he’s selfish and only cares about his pleasure.
“C-Chris,” it’s done. You squeeze him tight enough to trigger his release, scream his name as his hot cum shoots into your womb. “You asshole came inside.”
“And you will take every droplet, bitch. We will film this scene and then you’ll follow me to my hotel room, and I’ll fuck you on every surface,” jerking his hips Chris snickers when you try to push him out of you. “I’ll just stay inside and wait for the crew to come back.”
“Don’t be an ass, Chris,” whining you want to fend him off, weakly wiggle in his grip. “I don’t want them to see me naked, please.”
“I’ll be nice if you say you’re mine.”
“Fine. I’m yours now get off me, Evans-“
“Look at you – so pathetic, Y/N,” you whine and whimper when he swipes his thumb over your swollen clit. “I knew you are slut for my cock.” he grins, looking at you, spread wide on his bed. “How does it feel to have my dick inside?”
“As if an ant tries to satisfy me,” a devilish smirk on your lips you glare up at Chris. “You’re no one special, Evans.”
You don’t care he has you on your back, his dick so deep inside you feel him poke your cervix. And it doesn’t matter you teether on the edge of another orgasm. You’ll never admit he feels good inside of you, too good.
“I know you are close,” he moves his hips faster, smirking as another tiny moan leaves your lips. “Just admit it, sugar and you can come all over me again. I want you to squeeze me again.”
You’re a wreck. Sweaty, your cunt soaked from both of your juices, hands pawing at his back you try to deny the one thing Chris wants to hear.
“You’re barely average.”
“Say it,” he moves faster, groans on top of you with every thrust. “I wanna hear it, baby.” you squeak when his lips find yours at the same time as you clamp down hard onto his length.
“Y-you’re not that bad Evans. But don’t think only as you are Captain America you can pretend you’re not a kinky bastard. I bet I can turn you into a monster-“ you grin, shuddering when you feel his cum fill you again.
“Filled you again, babe. I bet,” he growls, hips jerking uncontrollably, “I can fuck a little Evans into you one day.”
“Dream on, bastard,” your nails bite painfully into his back, leave angry red lines all over his skin. “I don’t want kids yet.”
“So, no happy ending with kids and marriage for me,” faking a sob Chris buries his face in your neck. “How about we fuck some more? I must admit when you shut your nasty mouth you’re the best fuck I ever had.”
Summary: What the title says. You’re Chris Evans wife, and you’re reading Thirsty tweets about him.
Warning(s): Sexual themes (light), real thirst tweets, fluff, Chris Evans (Bc that mans a walking warning.)
A/N: I love the tweets, I actually spent at least half an hour going through them looool. I'm just waiting for the day he does a thirst tweets video 😩, because all these tweets...
Any likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated :) Enjoy <33
Taking a seat in front of the camera, you settle yourself in the comfy chair. Like most days, you spent time with your husband, either on set or at interviews behind the cameras.
But today was different; Buzzfeed had asked you to do the infamous 'Buzzfeed's thirsty tweet’ segment with a twist. You'd be reading your husband's tweets from a small bucket. Chuckling to yourself, you crossed a leg over and sat up in the chair, waiting for the film team to start recording. They had given you a mini script to base your introduction off, and then it was for you to present the rest.
Alright, three, two, one. The film crew signalling to start.
A light smile paved your face as you looked straight into the camera. "Hello there, my name is Y/n Evans, and today, I am going to be reading my husband's thirst tweets?" Your head tilted a bit at the slight weird sentence.
You laughed a little, looking at your mortified husband. Chris was sitting behind the cameras watching from afar. You looked down to the bucket that one of the producers had given you off-screen a few minutes prior.
"By the way, Chris is off-camera. So he'll be listening in." You smiled sneakily into the camera, "But… the spotlight is on me today, so we might as well embarrass him with your tweets." You chuckled, pulling out the first tweet.
"Chris Evans could snap me in half like this log, and my ghost would thank him." you looked back to the camera, smiling, "oh, he definitely could." You chuckled.
To the side, you could see Chris run a hand down his chin, trying so hard not to laugh. He knew that you'd be extra sarcastic with this interview. Pulling out another one from the bucket, you opened the paper up, "Oooooh!" your eyebrows raised slightly, and your eyes widened.
"I want Chris Evans to be my Massimo. Ready to be fifty shades and choked, sweetie." You quickly slap a hand over your mouth, laughing into it. You could hear a few of the crew laughing, and Chris was silently dying on the ground. "hahaha", you emphasised the laugh, looking back to the camera. "Chris loves this tweet." You winked, "I can also confirm he'd be a sexy Christian Grey."
You threw the paper behind you sarcastically, "moving on…" you cheered, pulling another tweet out from the bucket. You start chuckling reading the following tweet; you can't help but laugh. "Chris Evans can run me over with a lawnmower while I call him daddy." A slight smirk appears on your face, "Chris is doing the lawns next weekend, actually, so..." You wink twice, "come over if you know what I mean." You wiggle your eyebrows at the camera. "Aren't you, babe?" You look over at him, smiling. His face said it all.
"Alright, we got time for a few more!" You smiled, "This is fun!" You wiggled your body in a dancing mood, "oooo, which one is next, which one is next." You spoke before pulling out another tweet. Your mouth slightly opened, seeing the image of your husband, "This one says, I Don't wanna come off inappropriate, but EVERYTHING about you is boiling." You turn the paper around to show the image of your husband.
A proud smile on your face, you leaned in close to the camera, covering one side of your face from Chris, "you know, I try to get him to recreate that scene every day." You whispered, leaning back from the camera; you shrugged. "But he won't do it." You chuckled.
Chris shook his head, chuckling. Looking back up, you saw his publicist call for one more tweet. You nodded slightly, pulling the last tweet from the lot. Opening it, you stifled another laugh. You looked over to Chris and gestured him to come over, "Babe, C'mere and read this one." You smiled; Chris got up from his chair, making his way over to you. You gave him the paper, standing, he took your seat.
Sitting on his lap. You wrapped your arm around his neck; Chris looked at the camera, giving a slight smirk before reading the tweet, "This tweet said, Saw an old interview saying @ChrisEvans wants to marry a woman who gets emotional over dogs and babies... does that include making them?" He laughed, and so did you. "So, did you marry a woman that does?" You looked at Chris, who was already nodding. Holding your waist, he leaned forward in the chair, "I did indeed. She especially loves Dodger." He winks, "does that include making babies?" You chuckled, and he laughed, "That very much does." Chris spoke.
The pair of you laughing, you looked back to the camera. "This has been so much fun! Thank you, Buzzfeed and the people, for your thirsty tweets." both of you smiled, waving to the camera.
Chris collected you into his arms, bridal style, walking you both out of frame. Both you and Chris thanked the teams, and Chris' publicist finished up with the teams. You were both on your way home, laughing about all the tweets. It wasn't a given, your husband was hot, and you couldn't blame others for thinking the same thing.
Chris driving, you had your hand holding one of him. You looked over to him, smiling.
"You think you'd do a good Christian Grey impression, hon?" You asked lightly and watched as a smile tugged at his lips.
"I've been working on it." He replied.
"Show me when we get home?" You asked, and Chris keenly nodded.
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An unexpected surprise leads you to have an unwanted and unpleasant conversation with your boyfriend Chris, quickly you both found out that you have a very different mindset on how to handle this - supposedly- joyful event.
ANSGT, so much ANGST! ( I’m so sorry... ) TW: mention of abortion. & tiny bit of fluff.
(this is old story). As always, thank you for reading, and I hope you will enjoy it. Don’t hate me for this... I don’t know if there will be a follow-up... maybe who knows. Don’t hesitate to comments, give your feedback and your thoughts, thank you!
A lots of Love! Lex.xxx
You count the days for the fourth time. It couldn’t be it, right? It’s been three weeks and you still haven’t had your periods. Sighting, you sat on the edge of the bed as you heard the water in the shower going off. Eyes unfocused on the carpet of your boyfriend’s bedroom floor, you didn’t hear the door of the bathroom open and Chris coming out of it, only a towel on. His chest was still dripping with beads of water.
" You good, babe? " He asked striding towards the drawers pulling out some clothes from it.
" Yeah, sure. " You whispered, coming out of your dazing state, nodding your head, you smiled faintly.
" I was thinking, maybe we should grab dinner at my mom’s tonight. I know Carly will be here with the littles ones and you know how they are? " Chris beamed turning his head to watch you. He frowned his eyes, looking at you suspiciously. " You sure, you ok? " He asked again, concern in his blue eyes. "You’ve been quiet since I get back. "
" I think I catch a cold or something. " You answered him waving at your chest. " But you should go tonight. I know it’s been a while you haven’t seen them. " You added quickly, grinning faintly.
He walked toward you placing himself between your legs, you forgot about everything looking at his naked smooth, and muscular chest, his towel set low on his hips. He put his hands around both of your cheeks raising your head, his eyes looking deep into yours.
" You sure you want to stay? I had some insight that my mom gonna make her famous apple pie for dessert. And I know how much you loved it." He smirked knowingly stroking gently your cheek.
" I’m sure, just go. " You nodded putting one hand on his hip, caressing him softly. " I felt unwell, all day. Please tell your mom, I’m sorry. "
Chris winked feeling puzzled by your odd behavior. Looking at your face he caught you biting your lips shyly. His intense gaze on you always made you feel a certain way. Nervous. Lust. His blue eyes wandered between your eyes and your soft mouth.
" If you're sick, it would be better If I’m not kissing you, right? " He demanded raising an eyebrow. You only stared at him, a faint grin appeared on your lips. "But, what the hell!” Chris exclaimed chuckling under his breath. “It’s not like I’m gonna work soon. " He closed the gap between your faces.
Bringing your head closer, he kissed you softly. His tongue gently licking your bottom lip. Humming against him, you open your mouth letting his tongue dance with yours. It was sensual, it was so hot. You broke the kiss, as you felt his thumb on your neck stroking your skin softly under your ear. His eyes were on your mouth and you knew exactly where things were going if you let him continue. But your brain chose this exact moment to let you remember the twenty-one days. You dropped your gaze to your thighs, breaking the moment.
" I think I’m gonna take a nap. " You informed him with a tight smile, avoiding his eyes.
" Ok. " Chris murmured stepping away from you. His warm touch left you cold.
" I'm gonna change for tonight. " He took his clothes and walked back into the bathroom.
You took a deep breath closing your eyes. Lying back on the mattress and taking your phone out from your back pocket, you tapped quickly on the screen, looking for the nearest drugstore that made deliveries. Your fingers were shaking while you made your order.
Three cups of tea and three pregnancy tests later, you were seating on a barstool at the kitchen counter of Chris’s house. Your fingers tapping on the table, anxious you look at the clock set on the wall across from you. 10.43 pm. Chris has left around 6 pm. Two solutions were set for you, either staying at his house or leaving and go back to your apartment. Swallowing hard, your brain thinking hard and fast, you thought of the upsetting and awkward discussion with your boyfriend of nine months you will soon have to have. It started as a fling between you and him. You thought that the Marvel Superstar and darling of Hollywood were too good for you. But a couple of dates later, he proved that he was looking for the real deal and that he was very much into you. Chris wanted your relationship to be something more than a couple of meaningless dates, and some quickies and dirty sex. You wanted that too, after all, Chris was the real Prince Charming packages. Kind. Funny. Talented. Devoted and a lot more. You thought you have won the lottery by finding him.
But things were going way too fast.
You looked at the clock, 10.47 pm. You took your bag and keys on the table and started to get your coat on when you heard the front door being opened.
" Baby, I’m home! " Chris yelled as you heard Dodger running toward him, barking loudly inside the quiet house.
You sighed pulling your coat close to your chest and stride into the hallway joining Chris and Dodger at the doorway.
" Well, I’m gonna go. "
“ Y/N, what are you doing? " Chris scowled at you confused. He stroke Dodger’s ears once more before getting up from his spot next to his dog. " I thought you were staying tonight? "
" I told you, Chris, I’m not feeling very well. I think I’m just gonna stay at my place and rest for a while. " You told him pressing your bag against your chest, a tired smile on your lips.
" Babe, what’s going on? " Chris questioned you, puzzled he glanced at your hands on your bag then set his eyes on your face. " Since I get back we barely have seen each other. " The actor remarked taking your hand into his own.
Awkwardly, you let your bag dropped on the floor, all the items pouring on the ground. You swore under your breath rushing to get your things back from the floor, under the barking of Dodger who pushed some objects around with his snout.
" Bubba, no! " You exclaimed trying to take the very last item you didn’t want Chris to see. But too late, helping you get your stuff, Chris was faster. He snapped the object from your reach, frowning at it.
" What’s this? " He said uncertain, looking at you in disbelief.
You swallowed hard, looking back and forth between his face and the little flat rectangular stick. Having lost your tongue, you just stood, completely lost.
" Are you pregnant? " He inquired waving the pregnancy test between the two of you, the black plus sign on the digital screen made your answer inconsequential.
Except, you nodded slightly your head, still shocked by the news. You waited for his reactions, tucking your hands in front of you. You felt the tears were about to come. Although, you didn’t let them escape your eyes. Not yet.
" Uh. " He huffed looking closely at the item. " I need a drink. " He announced to you, stepping around your frame. And started to walk into the hallways to reach the kitchen. " Don’t you dare leave this house? We need to talk. " You heard him shouted behind you.
You closed your eyes, sighing deeply before following him. The only discussion you didn’t want to happen tonight will take place, even if every cell of your body told you to run far away. Halting at the entrance of the room, you leaned your body against the doorframe, watching him taking a huge sip of alcohol from the same cup you use earlier for your tea.
That’s an irony, right?
" I need to know. " Chris started, leaning his forearms on the kitchen counter, raising his face to look at you. " When did you learn? "
" I did the tests about one hour after you left. " You replied your eyes glancing toward the barstools in front of you, incapable of watching him.
" Why did you wait for me to leave? " He demanded, his voice raising a bit, anger starting to burn inside his eyes. " I’m sure you did the test because you knew something was off, right? "
" I don’t know Chris! I just didn’t felt good enough to talk to you about this. Especially if it was nothing more than a false alert. " You clarified shrugging your shoulders. You raised your eyes to confront his furious ones.
“ But it’s not a false alert, Y/N. You are pregnant! " He cried out raising his body from the table, his eyes never leaving yours. " I come home and you were about to leave. Why haven’t you planned to tell me tonight? Why - "
" I needed to think Chris, ok! " You interrupted him yelling to cut him off. " I needed a moment to myself to just think. Alone! " You added pushing yourself from your position, your fists balling at each side of your body. " So please stop looking at him like this, I hate when you do it. " You told him, your voice quieter, rolling your eyes.
He took a deep breath, shaking his head as he turned around and crossed his arms on his chest.
" I’m scared, ok. " You explained to him taking a step. " This is huge Chris, and I needed to think at all the options and possibilities that are available. " You sighed watching his back tensed at yours words.
" There’s not that many possibilities for us." Chris frowned his eyes turning on his heel to glare at you. You could discern something else in his eyes, worry? Sadness? Pain?
" Of course there is. I mean, having a baby is a grand responsibility and - "
" And what? " The brown-haired man snapped at you scolding.
You licked your dry lips, avoiding looking at his enraged expression.
" We are both grown-ups, Y/N. We can take care of a baby. A- "
" We’ve been together for five minutes, Christopher, I don’t think having a baby right now is the best option for us. " You shouted at him, trying to make him understand your point.
" What?! Are you thinking about adoption? You’re not a sixteen years old girl, Y/N. " He huffed, disbelief in eyes. " You have a good job. You can take care of a baby. And you have m-" Chris stopped mid-sentence catching you winced, purposely avoiding his gaze.
You pursed your lips, shaking your head a little while dropping your eyes on the floor. Chris took a deep breath as he realized what possibility you were thinking of, fury starting to boil inside of him.
" Y/N, look at me. " He ordered you, his voice deep and low. You rose your head as he told you so, watching his angry stare, you took a small step back. "Please, tell me that you don’t think about, an… " Chris licked his lips. " An abortion. "
You dropped your sight once more, feeling ashamed and uncertain.
You couldn’t give him the answer he wanted.
" No. No, no, no. " Chris muttered under his breath, he took his head inside his hands. He walked toward you, skirting the kitchen's island, taking your hands in his own. " Y/N, please don’t do this. This is a huge mistake. I mean we can I have the baby together. I know, we know each other for a couple of months and our relationship is new but together. We can do this together. You can move in here, and I- " He stated, rambling all at once. His anger was gone. Only sorrow remained in his eyes. He was pleading, stroking softly your hands close to his body, his warmth.
" Can we? Can we do this together? " You asked skeptically. " Because if I recoiled correctly, Chris, it’s been weeks that we didn’t see each other. Your working schedule is insane and you are mostly never home. " You saw he was about to reply but you interrupted him again before he could talk. " I know you said that you are ready to take a break from this crazy life of yours, but you know what; I don’t believe you. " You shook your head taking your hands away from his hold. " I’m sure that if a good project comes along, you will take it in a heartbeat. "
" That’s not true. " Chris protested rubbing the nape of his neck, losing your touch. “ If we have a baby, I-”
" Oh stop it! " You argued, now angry. " You told me after Avengers you will do a break. And then a few days later you accept to play in Knives Out." You reminded him watching him sighed. " Just admit it, Chris, you are a liar. " You shrugged your shoulders, hurt, tired, and annoyed.
It was like receiving a huge slapped on his face. Chris took a step back, distraught by your words.
" You don’t trust me? " He asked you, pain in his eyes watching you being distant.
Once again, not trusting yourself, you didn’t reply to him, darting your eyes away, biting your lips. An awkward silence started to creep between you two. Him, feeling the pain exploded in his heart not knowing what you were thinking about. Where the two of you stood at the moment.
You didn’t know what to say. Did you regret your word? Yes. He didn’t deserve it.
However, your pride was bigger.
" I need to go to sleep. " You announced to him, starting to turn around, walking in the hallway.
" You can sleep here if you want. " Chris proposed to you quietly following you.
" I don’t think it’s a good idea. " You said to him not turning around.
He sighed pressing his palms against his eyes. It should have been a good night, seeing his family, being in his home with you, and no more work to do. But it turns out as a nightmare.
Seeing Dodger lying on the carpet on the floor next to your bag, you smiled faintly. Stroking his head once. You took your bag, you saw another one of the little sticks, with a plus on the digital screen lying around next to Dodger paw. You gathered the test and throw it in your bag. You felt the eyes of Chris on your back as you stood up. Taking the doorknob you turned it opening the door. You were about to walk outside when you heard his voice.
" I will do anything I can for you to not give up on our baby, Y/N. " Chris informed you, his voice firm confident. " On us. "
Looking at him above your shoulder, one last time, you saw the determination and the stubbornness in his glassy eyes. You turned around without another word and started to walk into the night, not looking back. As you reach your car’s door, tears were finally falling freely on your cheeks.
Chris thought that you were maybe the one and that even though your pregnancy was very early into your relationship, a baby will always be a blessing.
Plot: the one where you have suppressed your feelings for Steve Rogers your whole life and how that is not a good idea.
Playlist: marked me like a bloodstain
Tags: unhealthy friendship, codependency, kinda manipulation (?), bff!steve, childhood friend!steve, not realistic friendship dynamics, pining, unrequited love (but not really), love triangle (kinda but not really), jealousy, innocent!reader, naive!reader, shy!reader, college setting, age gap (3-4 years)
Chapter 1: linger like a tattoo kiss.
You saw it coming.
Saw the massive bull of reality charging at you from a hundred lifetimes away, deadly horns trained right into your heart, threatening to rip it out of your chest.
And still, you welcomed your inevitable demise with open arms.
Loving Steve all your life felt like that, felt like signing your death certificate with your own tears. Like walking straight to hell with a smile on your face, ignoring the raging hellfire around you as long as it was his hand leading you there.
Chapter 2: haunt all of my what ifs.
You should’ve never clicked on it.
Should have blocked her the moment her name popped up but you didn’t. With a touch of your screen your carefully maintained and protected reality cracked and shattered on the ground in a hundred million pieces.
The videos and images that followed blurred as tears filled your eyes.
She was with Steve.
Chapter 3: once in twenty lifetimes.
You know the two of you should talk, and that the ball was in your hands on how and when that should happen. But you were still so … scared. And confused.
Confused about what the right verdict was on your friendship and scared of what that would mean to the both of you.
You knew Steve just made a mistake. Even if it wasn’t in the same form as yours, you knew he loved you. Loved you more than anyone did in your life. Loved you more than he loved anyone else in his.
And you weren’t sure you were cruel or brave enough to break that love if you have to.