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[cevansbrat0007]

Night Routines

Summary: You get a little creative helping Andy with his nightly skincare routine.

Warnings: Smut, Hand Job, Cursing, Fingering (mentioned), Fun with Lotion, Minors DNI

A/N: Written for @writer84. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. Partially written on my phone, so all mistakes are my own. Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

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Steam fills the bathroom, temporarily clouding your vision when you and your man finally emerge from the shower. Andy secures a towel around his waist before holding out one to you, which you readily accept. With a chuckle, he hauls your small frame against his hard body, his damp chest hair tickling your bare skin.

"Be good." You playfully scold, rising on your tiptoes so that you can gently peck his soft, full lips. Once. Twice.

"I thought I was." He growls as his big hands find your ass, palming your cheeks. “At least that’s what you kept screaming in the shower a few minutes ago.”

“Oh my God.” You mumble, rolling your eyes before trying to pull away. “Stop it.”

“Why?” Andy slowly walks you backwards toward the bathroom sink. “I distinctly recall you saying it over and over again while I was busy finger fucking my little pussy.”

“I - I, um…” You stammer out, trying to find the right words. Which was unusually hard since you were still coming down from the amazing orgasm he’d just wrung from you. 

“You, err, um, what?” He teases, leaning down to trail his wicked tongue along the curve of your throat. “What’s got my baby tripping over her words like this? Too many orgasms, or not enough?”

Oh, definitely the second one.

“Not enough.” You whisper, feeling your cheeks burn as your teeth go to nibble at your bottom lip. “It’s never enough with you.” 

Andy lifts you then, making you gasp, as he sets you on the vanity. You watch as his eyes darken, before his arms go to position themselves on either side of you - caging you in. It never failed to turn you on when he used his powerful body to demonstrate just how big he was compared to you.

Whether it was simply picking you up to move you out of the way or carrying you around the house, you were always aware of his superior strength. And, oh God, when the man decided he was in the mood to wrestle...

The thought itself is enough to have you squeezing your thighs together.

“You telling me the truth, little one?” One finger finds its way under your chin, forcing you to hold his gaze.

“Uh huh. And I want more.” You breathe as your heartbeat quickens in your chest. “I just need to finish getting ready for bed first. Wanna help me?” Your man nods eagerly, his expression letting you know that he is practically putty in your hands right now.

Ask and you shall receive. That definitely seemed to be Andrew Barber’s motto, both in and out of the bedroom.

“Hand me my lotion, please. I need that red jar right over there.” You point to a spot located just behind him. 

“Anything to get my greedy girl ready for bed.” He murmurs before turning to follow your instructions. As soon as he does, your hand snakes out to grab at his towel, giving it a sharp yank.

Not that it fazes him any. Now standing there stark naked and proud, he makes a show of bending over to fetch the item you requested.

Fuck, you wanted to take a bite out of that fine ass.

Andy returns to you then, handing over the tub before resuming his previous position in front of you. You knew that he loved watching you apply your favorite lotions and creams all over your skin. Sometimes he even sweetly offered to help - which usually made the entire process take much, much longer than it actually should.

But, what your man didn’t know was that you were about to use this opportunity as a teaching moment. You were going to gently remind him that even the district attorney for the City of Boston could stand to use a quality moisturizer now and again.

Dry skin was a bitch no matter who you were. 

Graciously accepting the proffered offering, you twist off the lid before giving it to him to hold. 

“You know why I love this one as much as I do, Andy Bear?” You ask as you begin smoothing the lightly scented cream over your arms. 

“Because it makes you smell absolutely delectable?” Andy purrs, leaning down to nip at your jaw. “Hurry up and finish getting ready, baby. You’ve got me so hard I’m afraid I’m about to pull something.”

You’re briefly distracted from your task long enough to confirm that he is, in fact, serious. And very, very hard. Your wide eyes fixate on your Big Man’s impressive cock as a bead of precum wells up, dotting the tip of the swollen mushroom head. 

And fuck if the sight doesn’t make your mouth water.

“No…” You try again, shaking your head as you attempt to refocus. “Because it leaves my skin feeling so soft and silky smooth. Why else do you think you have such a hard time keeping your hands off me honey?”

“Because I’m fucking addicted to you?” He muses before taking your lips in a hot, open-mouthed kiss. “Because I love the feel of you in my arms?” Another kiss, coupled with a sensual flick of his tongue. “Because my girl’s got a pussy that grips me like a fucking vice? I dunno, take your fucking pick.” 

“Okay, okay.” You plant a hand on his chest to stave off his advances. “Maybe so, but the point I was trying to make was that I think you might be able to use some of this too.” Clearly only half listening, Andy’s head dips again in an effort to recapture your lips.

“Pay attention, Andrew!” You squeal, wanting him to understand. Which was hard to do when you were also busy dodging him at the same time. “This one right here contains a serum that promotes skin elasticity and –”

Still not listening, his hands go to remove your towel. Which, in all honesty, was probably his way of helping you along. He slowly slides it down your body to reveal the bare flesh beneath as the cool air makes your nipples pebble.

“Oh, I am, Y/N. Very, very close attention.”

He lifts your left breast, hefting the tempting weight in his palm. His thumb moves to trace a circle around your sensitive areola, sending sparks coursing through you from head to toe. And then you watch as his luscious mouth slowly begins to descend so that he can –

Okay, no. Focus girl!

“Thank you, honey.” Giggling, you go to slide off the edge of the sink. At this point, trying to educate your man about the importance of having a proper skincare regimen was kind of a lost cause. “But something tells me that you’re just not hearing me.”

“C’mon, baby girl.” Andy groans, before poking out his bottom lip. Your handsome man was so cute whenever he resorted to pouting. “Just let me have you. Wanna bury myself between your thighs so I can taste all that sweetness you promised me this morning” He goes to grab your hips, prompting you to dance away as you move behind him. 

Sporting a devilish grin, you dip your fingers into the fresh smelling cream. You take a moment to rub it between your hands before reaching around to slather it across Andrew’s taut abs. Closing your eyes, you let yourself enjoy the way his muscles bunch and flex beneath your gentle ministrations. 

“Doesn’t that feel good?” You ask, silently noting the catch in his throat as your wandering hands skim lower. “Men need lotion too, you know. Can’t have my beautiful Andy Bear out in these streets looking ashy.” 

You crack open an eye as you reach for more cream. “I asked you a question, baby boy.” You remind him as your voice drops to a sultry purr. “Answer me, please.” He lets out sharp intake of breath when you wrap a slippery hand around his shaft, leisurely pumping his thick length up and down. 

“Fuck, sweetheart!” He grunts, his shoulders hunching as you continue to work him. “Ah, goddamnit! Don't -"

Don't stop? Wouldn’t dream of it.

Twisting your wrist with practiced ease, you swirl the pad of your thumb across his now weeping crown. It blends easily with the creamy slickness of the lotion, only adding to the fluidity of your strokes. 

“You feel so good in my hands, Andy. Don’t you think?” You love the way his big body shudders as you continue to play with him. It’s not often that you got to be in control with this man, so when it did happen, you had to take full advantage.

Especially when that man happened to be Bad Boy of Boston.

“Uh huh.” Comes another grunt, this one sounding more pained than the first. “I - I wanna cum inside you, baby girl.” 

“Mm…” You hum as your other hand goes to cup his heavy sac. “But I wanna see you cum like this.” 

He slams his fist down on the counter as you continue to fondle his balls while jerking his cock. You can practically feel him pulsing beneath your hand, letting you know just how close he is to release.

How desperate.

“Wanna watch you cum all over my hand.” You increase the pace, taking pleasure in the fact you were the one making Andrew Barber come apart at the seams. “Wanna know you’ll remember to lotion up after each and every shower.” 

He cries out when you sink your teeth into the blade of his shoulder, before trailing a line of kisses down the curve of his spine. 

“Ah, god! Yes!” Andy’s hips move to match the rhythm you’ve set, his ardent thrusts now timed with the intimate motion of your hand. “If you don’t stop I’m gonna – gonna – fuck!”

“Do it, baby” You hiss. “Cum for me, Andrew.” Knowing that he’s beyond close, you change tactics so that you can play with his perineum, using your nails to lightly tease the sensitive spot just behind his sac.

A heated blush fans its way across his broad chest and back, his entire body beginning to shake as he approaches his impending orgasm. 

“Open your eyes and give it to me, baby boy.” You urge, eager to witness his explosion. “Want it all.” 

Another fevered stroke, followed by a skilled flick of your wrist is all it takes to send Andy tumbling over the edge. Throwing his head back, a feral groan escapes his throat as the trembling takes over. His angry cock spasms in your grip as thick ropes of hot, white hot cum hit your hand before splashing onto the surface below. 

But you don’t stop, oh no. You keep going, determined to milk every single drop from him as his big body continues to shudder his way through his incredible orgasm. 

Nuzzling his shoulder, you lean around him to rinse off your hands before drying them on a nearby hand towel. 

“Don’t you feel better, Big Man?” You coo as you return to the task of quickly applying lotion to the rest of his tempting physique. “Now that we’ve soothed all of that gorgeous, thirsty skin?”Only when you’re done do you allow yourself to step back and admire your handiwork.

All of it.

A growl rumbles deep in his chest as he turns to peer back at you. You had no doubt that you had awoken the beast within. Even now as he stands there recovering, you already knew that he was in the midst of plotting his revenge. 

“Swear to God, as soon as I get the feeling back in my legs I’m gonna wear you out.” The force of his snarled promise has you taking a small step towards the door. A dark chuckle leaves his lips as he scrubs a hand across his face. "Oh, sweetness, the things I'm gonna do to you..."

“Sure you will, honey.” You respond with a nonchalant shrug. He quirks a brow in your direction, letting you know that he isn't overly fond of your tone. “Just be sure to clean up your mess first.” 

You toss the soiled towel at him before pinching his ass and darting out of the bathroom in search of refuge. Because while you couldn’t be sure that your lesson was effective...

Your man now knew just how committed you were to helping him develop a proper fucking night routine. 

Lucky bastard.

END

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[celebtattletale]

Super-Brother: Tom Holland's new girlfriend is Chris Evans' little sister

Has Tom Holland (26) finally confirmed his that he is in a relationship? After years of fans shipping him and Zendaya together but no relationship emerging, fans had grown hopeless that they would see their fave in a couple at all!

But last night, the actor posted an uncaptioned photograph on his instagram account of himself and a young woman who is now suspected to be his girlfriend.

The picture showed Holland and the woman in a bathroom each with their toothbrushes in their mouths, having a photo taken in the mirror with an old camera. Tom stood behind her with his chin resting on her shoulder and arms around her waist.

The couple were both seemingly in their pyjamas, him looking adorable in a large t-shirt and her in Tom's infamous pink hoodie, looking very cosy indeed.

Because there was no caption on the post, many people think that the photo wasn't meant to be up on instagram and was actually put up by mistake. Holland isn't known for his instagram skills!

However, the picture has been left up so far and there have been many many comments and likes on the post. So apparently, the actor is okay with revealing his relationship.

No statements have been made so lots of people are wondering how long the two have been together, but one thing is for sure: they both looked very comfortable with each other.

When the post appeared, many people started speculating and wondering about who this lucky woman was to be with Tom Holland. It didn't take fans long to realise that she was actually the sister of Tom’s Marvel co-star Chris Evans (41)!

Y/N Evans (25) is Chris’ youngest adoptive sister, taken in as a toddler by their mother, Lisa Capuano, after her divorce from Chris’ father. She has been very low-key through her brother’s fame, and only keeps a private instagram rather than a public one.

She has been with Chris to events before as his ‘date’ but was never paid much attention as she was a teenager at the time, and no one was particularly interested in her - just her brother.

However, Evans has been spotted many times with his sister by paparazzi and now that she has come even slightly into the spotlight, fans have realised how much she is mentioned in his interviews as one of the closest members of his family despite the age difference between them.

Although many people have made jealous and hateful comments against Y/N, saying that she isn't good enough for Tom, lots of his fans have pointed out how good they look together and how happy they both look in the insta post.

After going back and rewatching some of Chris' interviews where he mentions his youngest sister, fans have said how compatible they think the two will be after hearing about Y/N's sense of humour and no-shit attitude.

No one can know when the two met or how long they've been together, but everyone here at celebtattletale hopes they stay together for a long time to come.

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[goldensunflowe-r]

Dad Chris Evans

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[hannahshattuck]

FaceTime Sexy TIme

Pairing: Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

A/N: More smut for Smutember. Enjoy!

Warnings: lingerie, dirty talk, masturbation, dry humping

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“Hi baby!” You said when Chris answered the FaceTime call. “How’s filming going?”

Chris was in France filming The Gray Man and you were home with Dodger in Boston. You missed him whenever he had to travel for filming but you were always excited to hear about wherever he was.

“Hey.” He looked tired. “Filming’s been good. How are you and Dodger?”

“We’re good. Dodger is in his bed in the living room.” You shifted to lay on your stomach on the bed, propping your phone up on the pillows. “He was sleeping so I left him so we could talk.”

Chris smirked at you. “Oh yeah? Any particular reason?”

You looked away from your phone shyly. “Maybe.” You mumbled.

“Well then. Why don’t you show me?” Chris shifted to lean against the head board with one arm placed behind his head and the other holding his phone.

“What makes you think I have something to show you?” You made sure your phone would stayed propped up as you sat up onto your knees.

“Well, you never leave Dodger because you two are always cuddling, especially in bed. Plus you closed the door which you don’t do without him when I’m not there.” 

“Well I may have a surprise for you.” You started unbuttoning one of the button-ups of his you were wearing. “It may also be an early birthday present.”

Chris sat up more. “A present for me? You shouldn’t have.” He winked.

You slipped the shirt down your shoulders leaving it hanging around your elbows. You were wearing a white lace set you bought at a new lingerie shop that opened recently. The bra had criss crossing straps across the upper part of your breasts. The rest of the top was overlaid with lace the went about two inches lower from the band to give it a crop top style. 

“Oh honey.” Chris whispered. “Is there more babygirl?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “Maybe.” 

He gave you a look that caused your panties, that you still had yet to show him, to become wetter. You stood up on your knees and toss the shirt to the side. There was nothing special about them other than the little bow on the front of the waistband.

“Do you like it?” You asked clasping your hands behind your back.

“Honey. I love it.” His hand that was behind his head disappeared below the phone. You hand a feeling he was palming himself through whatever pants he was wearing. “Turn around. Lemme see the back.”

“It’s nothing special.” You turned around anyway to show him.

“‘Nothing special’ my ass.” He grumbled as you faced your phone. “Baby, your ass looks amazing in those.” 

You rubbed your thighs together trying to ease the ache between your legs. Chris could see how he was affecting you. He set the phone down which made you see the ceiling of his hotel room. There was rustling to be heard before you saw your man’s face. He leaned forward adjusting his phone and then leaned back against the headboard with a smirk. You saw he pulled his sweats down enough to get his cock out. 

“Do you see what you do to me baby?” He slowly stroked himself milking the precum out using that as lube for a slicker stroke. You nodded. “I have a feeling your panties are wet, babygirl. Are they?”

“Mhm.” You nodded thighs rubbing together.

“Why don’t you get my pillow and stick it between those pretty thighs of yours?” Chris said stroking a bit faster.

Luckily your phone was propped up on your pillows so it was easy to grab one of his. You placed it in between your legs. You shifted your hips which caused your clit to rub against your panties. You moaned and closed your eyes as pleasure coursed through your veins.

“Yeah, just like that.” Chris instructed. “Keep rolling your hips like that darling.”

You humped his pillow slowly. Every rub of your hips against the pillow caused more and more pleasure brining you closer and closer to the edge. You started thrusting faster. You heard wet sounds coming from your phone and opened your eye and saw Chris stroking his dick faster. A small tube of lube was in his other hand like he just squeezed some. 

“C-Chris. I’m close.” You stuttered. 

“Yeah baby? Me too. You think we can let go at the same time?” Chris moaned.

You nodded your head little gasps escaping past your lips. Chris groaned as his hand sped up. You got closer to the edge unable to hold back any longer. You closed your eyes and threw your head back as you came wetting your panties even more. You heard Chris cum as well and opened your eyes, rolling your hips through the last waves, seeing him milking the last drops from himself. 

You stilled your hips and collapsed onto your side trying to catch your breath. You reached for your phone and saw Chris looking at you through his phone and smiled at you through hooded eyes.

“That was amazing, baby.” Chris said lowly, letting both of you bask in the moment a bit longer.

“Mhm.” You felt yourself get sleepy as you came down from the high.

He chuckled. “Get cleaned up honey and then get some sleep okay?”

You smiled at him. “Okay. I love you.”

“I love you too, darling.”

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[marie-hoe]

As I was reading turned on, especially this part

Chris crawled closer to you, arms wrapping around your thighs as he pushed his face into your cunt. You gasped as you felt his tongue flicking at your clit before licking along your folds as your hands stroked Sebastian’s cock.

I couldn't help but think what if y/n thought Chris ate pussy better than Sebastian did? That would be awkward 😅

Teaching

Sebastian Stan x Reader; and Chris Evans

Words: 1472

Warnings: Part 2 to Turned on from Smut Week; Oral, slight orgasm control, Slight masterbation, Chris teaches Seb how to eat pussy ok

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You groaned in your sleep, loud enough to wake yourself up and realize your thighs were squeezed impossibly close together. Your breathing was ragged as you turned to your back, slowly looking at Sebastian who appeared to be sleeping beside you.

Sighing a soft sigh of relief, you slipped a hand down your body slowly, images of Chris’ tongue buried in your cunt flashing behind your eyes. As your fingertips moved along your slit, bringing your wetness to your clit before circling around it slowly, you remembered in painful detail how amazing Chris made you feel.

His tongue on your clit, beard prickling the sensitive skin around your pussy.

The way he wrapped his mouth around your clit and sucked your bundle of nerves until you were writhing underneath him.

Your hips bucking against his face as his fingertips held you down by your tummy, arms wrapped around your thighs so you couldn’t escape.

A soft moan left your lips as you felt the mattress dip below you. Your eyes peeled open quickly as you held your breath, and was met by Sebastian’s gaze.

“Did you just say something?” He quizzed. His facial expression was a mixture of confusion and hurt, which started you as you had no recollection of saying anything.

“No?” you replied, sounding more like a question. With your fingers still slowly moving along your clit, your hips slowly bucked into them.

Sebastian hovered over your body, pinning your hands above your head as his lips dipped to your neck as he whispered hotly, “Baby, I heard you moan Chris’ name.”

A rush of blood ran to your face, luckily hidden in the darkness of the night as you tried chuckling softly. “I don’t think I did.”

He smirked down at you, lips kissing along your jaw as he lowered his hips into yours, pressing his hardening cock into your thigh. “Tell me what you were dreaming of, I’ll help.”

You chuckled nervously, knowing you were dreaming of Chris because he had taken care of you in a way Sebastian never had. You shocked your head softly while laughing, trying to figure out how to change the subject without hurting him, but he noticed. “What? I can’t help you?”

Your mouth dropped to speak, but nothing came out so you closed your mouth again, eyes looking up at Sebastian as his face dropped.

You watched as he leaned over to the side table, grabbing his phone before typing across the screen furiously. You tried explaining yourself, tried grabbing Seb’s face between your hands to kiss him, but he simply got up from the bed and walked out.

Not even 15 minutes later, there was a knock on the door. It was 4 in the morning and you weren’t expecting anyone, so you assumed it was Sebastian ordering food as he was upset with you, and remained under the blankets and drifted back off to sleep.

After you had fallen back asleep, your subconscious felt hands trailing along your body softly, lips leaving their mark along your legs before you felt your pajama shorts and underwear leaving your body.

You opened your eyes slowly, lifting the blanket off your body to see both Sebastian and Chris between your legs. Your face broke out into a hot blush as you looked at the men who were looking up at you, their tongues tracing along the sides of your pussy.

“Baby, Chris is going to teach me,” Sebastian explained as he pulled his shirt off.

You moaned at the thought, leaning up against pillows so you could have a view of them. Chris chuckled at you, hand teasing the inside of your thigh before he began instructing Sebastian on what to do.

“She liked when I was behind her,” Chris began as he harshly flipped you over to your stomach, elbows holding you up enough to turn your face to the side and watch them. “Lick up around her pussy lips and trail it all the way back. She liked when I teased her asshole too, lick that.”

Sebastian listened to every word as if Chris was a god explaining top secret information, and as soon as he had enough instruction to work with, he leaned down. He brought his lips to your ass cheeks, peppering kisses before sticking out his tongue and glancing up at Chris.

Chris offered a reassuring nod before Sebastian’s tongue slipped between your folds. You inhaled sharply as you felt Seb’s tongue lick you from your clit across your entrance, and you to your asshole. His tongue pushed against the tight hole for a moment as his hands pulled at your ass harshly, opening you up for more access

Chris moaned softly as he watched from beside Sebastian. “Mhm, now stick it in her.”

Sebastian hummed a response as his tongue trailed back down to your wet pussy. He pulled back when his tongue got a taste of your arousal, smiling up at Chris as he muttered, “She’s fucking drenched,” before diving back to your pussy.

Chris chuckled, smacking harshly on your ass, “Yeah she is.”

You groaned when Sebastian’s tongue slipping between your folds, pushing into your hot walls. The groan that left his mouth vibrated along your walls as you felt him licking at the crevices.

You groaned as your hips bucked against his tongue, clit finding friction on the mattress below you as your orgasm began to bubble up inside you. Sebastian felt your pussy begin to tighten around his tongue, and let a breathy moan fall from his lips as he pulled away from you.

Sebastian brought a hand down on your ass, pulling you over to your back with the grasp. You rolled over, pouting at him at your abandoned orgasm. He mocked you, faking a pout, as he hovered over you, thumb lightly tracing along your cheek. “Awe, poor baby girl, wants to cum?” He teased before leaving a slight slap to your face as he lowered himself back down to your cunt. “Dumb slut was dreaming of my best friend— she doesn’t get to cum, yet.”

Chris watched from his seat beside Seb, teeth chewing on his lower lip as his prominent bulge grew in the sweatpants he threw on before leaving the house. He tapped Sebastian on the shoulder, winking towards your aching pussy as they both chuckled. “She’s dripping on the mattress, Seb.”

Sebastian brought his tongue to your folds, lapping up your cunt before his tongue flicked at your cunt harshly, causing your body to jerk against the feeling.

“Oh, she likes that Sebby!” Chris cheered, hand palming at his hardon as he continued instructing your boyfriend, “Use your beard man. She won’t let you shave it off for a reason.”

Sebastian chuckled against your pussy, mumbling, “true,” before wrapping his arms around your thighs, palms pushing into your tummy to keep you in place as his face rubbed side to side. You were gasping desperately as his beard hairs pressed into your inner thighs. You felt him smirk as his tongue inserted your cunt, your groans echoing in the men’s eardrums as your hands held tightly in Sebastian’s wrists.

“Your fingers, baby,” you whined as your hips bucked into Sebastian’s face.

Chris smirked as Sebastian glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, “She loves your fingers, Seb.”

Sebastian traded his tongue for his fingers in your cunt, slipping them between your walls and folding them upwards as his mouth focused on your clit. Your back arched as you whimpered, feeling your orgasm building again.

You glanced at Chris, who had his eyes glued to Sebastian eating you out as his hand continued to palm himself over his gray sweats, a small wet spot forming on the fabric.

“Sebby,” you groaned as your hips rutted against him as he moaned against you.

“Cum on my fingers, baby girl. I’ve got you,” he muttered as his tongue flicked your clit harshly.

You groaned as your back arched, eye squeezing shut as you released your orgasm around his fingers. Sebastian smirked widely at you as he finger fucked you through your orgasm, tongue licking his lips as he watched you cum around him.

You watched as Sebastian brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean before seeing Chris panting heavily beside him, now a prominent wet spot on his pants.

“If you dream of my best friend again, We may have to punish you,” Sebastian said as Chris stood up to walk out and leave.

Your eyes widened at the threat, pussy clenching at the idea. “Is that a threat or a promise?” You asked from your spot laying on the bed, causing both men to halt their actions and look back at you.

“What a dirty fucking slut you have on your hands, Sebby.”

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[im-in-love-with-pizza-bites]

Quarantine with the Evans siblings

Chris Evans x Sister!reader, Scott Evans x Sister!reader

Summary: It's just a few months in a house alone with your older brothers what could go wrong?

Warnings: none, some swearing though

Chris laughed silently watching you dance around your room holding your textbook as you studied, your favorite song playing through the speaker, you were wearing a unicorn onesie as well. It was a whole mix of embarrassment for you if anyone saw you so he of course was filming it. You continued unaware of his presence. You were in the zone, you had a exam next week and had to get a good grade.

"Chr- what are you doing?" Scott asked before looking in to see you dancing around holding your text book. "Oh." He laughed quietly.

"Ow! God damnit!" You exclaimed as you stubbed your toe on your bed, dropping the book on the bed. It was then that you noticed your brothers, and the camera. "Delete that." You said slowly.

"No." He smirked at you, you darted at Chris, he immediately ran down the hallway turning the camera off as he did so.

"Delete that video!" You yelled.

"No can do squirt!"

"You better delete that video." You said as you cornered him on one side of the table, Scott watched amused with his siblings. Normally he would film this but he didn't feel like being the next to feel your wrath.

"What are you gonna do if I post it?" He asked you.

"I don't know but I'll think of something!" You said glaring at him.

"I'm soo scared!" He said laughing. You than started the chase again chasing him down the hallway before jumping on his back. Scott was laughing at the sight of this. "Get off me you damn leech!" Chris exclaimed trying to push you off his back.

"Not until you delete the video!"

"Guess your staying their for awhile." He said calmly walking toward the living room you still hanging on his back.

"Scott help me!" You said. Scott smirked at you. You couldn't tell if he was on your side or not until he grabbed Chris's phone from his hand and handed it to you. You jumped off Chris' back and ran toward your room making it just in time to shut and lock your door laughing as you yelled thank you and deleted the video.

"Give me my phone." Chris said from outside your door. Scott standing in the hallway amused.

"Here you go." You said smiled as you opened the door calmly handing him the phone. "I deleted the video." He took the phone before telling you,

"I sent the video to Scott when we were running." He smirked at you.

"Scott! My favorite brother, don't post it please." You begged, turning to him giving him puppy dog eyes.

"Hey!" Chris said.

"I won't post it." Scott promised, crossing his fingers he turned around and started walking, his hand still behind his back crossed. You noticed.

"Hey!"

"Sorry!" Scott ran down the hall and to his room locking the door. You frowned grumbling under your breath.

"Does this make me your favorite?" Chris whispered.

"No, my favorite is dodger." You said, as if on queue the dog came down the hallway.

A/n: my goodness if I did my homework as fast as I wrote this blurb I would be ahead of pace.

#chris evans #cevans #x sister!reader #x sibling!reader #chris evans x sister!reader #evans brothers #scott evans #scott evans x sister!reader

[fluffy-lee]

Christmas in Boston

PLATONIC Chris Evans x costar!reader, ft. Sebastian Stan

This is a TICKLE fic

Warnings: Mentions of adults having alcohol, but not drunk. Randomly fluffy!

Summary: Y/n is in Boston filming parts of a movie with Chris and Sebastian. Chris hosts a Christmas party at his house for the cast and crew, and exchanges gifts with Y/n. 

The past few days had been a little unusual. You were in Boston shooting parts of a Marvel movie. Normally, you’d be in Atlanta. You didn’t mind, though. You were enjoying Boston, especially because it was your co-star, Chris Evans’, hometown. You had been close with Chris ever since you auditioned for your part in the Marvel Cinematic Universe at age 10. You met him during the audition process and since then, the two of you had been close.

  You were excited to be on set. It was your favorite thing to do. You were especially excited today, because after filming, Chris was going to show you around Boston, and then he is having a cast and crew party at his house in the evening, and you were going to spend the night at his house with Scarlett. 

  When you wrapped for the day, you went to your trailer and began packing for the sleepover. When you were all ready, bundled up with your coat, scarf, and boots, you heard a knock on your door. It was Chris, who was also in his coat, which was appropriate for the weather on this particular day. 

  “Hey, you ready?” He asked with a soft smile. 

  “Yep!” You replied. 

  “Alright! I gave Sebastian my keys to warm the car up while I came to get you.” He explained while you grabbed your favorite crossbody purse with your wallet, phone, and keys, and duffel bag with your things to sleepover. 

You walked down the steps of your trailer and Chris grabbed your bag for you and threw it over his shoulder. Chris was always doing thoughtful things and you really appreciated that about him. 

The two of you walked side by side to his car, the chilly wind blowing in your faces. He opened his car door for you and you climbed into the backseat, relieved by the warmth of the heaters. 

  “I guess you got "shot gun"!” You teased Sebastian, receiving a smile from him.

  “How was your day, Y/n/n?” Sebastian asked, pretending to ignore your playful attitude, as Chris pulled out of the lot. 

  “It was good. I enjoyed watching you guys film today. You’re both actually really good at acting.” You said pretty awkwardly, making Chris and Seb chuckle. 

  “Well you’re way better than us!” Chris complimented. 

  “PUH-LEASE! Your performance as Johnny Storm was a game changer in the industry. I could never!” You joked, causing Chris to cackle. 

  “Are you being sarcastic, Miss Y/n?” Chris questioned you, peering over his sunglasses in the rear view mirror. 

  “Well, a little. But no, you were really good in that movie.” You answered. “I watched it a couple weeks ago."

Chris and Seb laughed, and the three of you continued to chat the rest of the ride. 

  Chris pulled up to his favorite mall where the three of you would spend the next two hours shopping and having fun. The mall was absolutely decked out for Christmas time, and luckily, since school was still in and it was earlier in the day, the mall wasn’t very busy. You three were a lot less likely to be recognized, not that it bothered you. Chris just had to be home by a certain time to get ready for the party. 

  “Do you want to get Starbucks?” Chris asked, pointing at the Starbucks in the middle of the mall. 

  “Well I know I do!” Seb said. 

  “Yes please!” You answered excitedly. 

You all got your favorite drinks and continued shopping. You soon found yourself in the sunglasses store, looking at all the cool pairs. 

  “Pick out which one you like best.” Chris ordered, sipping his coffee.

  “Are you for real?” You asked, shocked. They weren’t cheap. 

  “Yeah! Yeah of course! I didn’t get to see you for your birthday. I have another gift for you at the house too.” Chris answered. 

  “Oh no, Chris, you don’t have to-” you were soon cut-off by your own giggles as Chris held you to him and tickled your tummy in the middle of the store. 

  “PICK OUT YOUR FAVORITE!” Chris demanded, holding back his own laughter as he ruthlessly tickled you. 

  “Ohohohokahahay! Ohohokahahay!” You laughed, squirming. 

He finally let you go. 

  “Now I know you have been standing here gushing over these. You want them?” 

You couldn’t believe how sweet he was. You gave him a sheepish smile and nodded. 

  “Awww alright let’s get ‘em.” He chuckled. 

Not only did Chris get you the sunglasses, he also got a matching pair for himself. You thought that was the cutest thing in the world and couldn’t be more excited. You knew that every time you wore them, you’d think of him.

  After more shopping, the three of you made your way out to Chris' car when you noticed a few paparazzi taking pictures and heading towards you. 

 Chris sped up his walking and placed his hand on your back, while Sebastian stood on your left side, making you in the middle of them. You finally made it to the car and Chris headed towards his home.

    Chris unlocked his front door and you and Sebastian followed him inside. You were greeted by Dodger. You soon found yourself laying on the middle of the floor, kissing Dodger's face and scratching his ears and chest. 

  "I haven't seen you in so long buddy! Awww ahaha I've missed you!" You said in a high-pitched voice. 

Chris chuckled and Sebastian joined you in loving on the dog. 

  You helped Chris and his brother get ready for the party. People started to show up as the sun was going down. You shivered with your coat on as you stood out back with Chris as he was getting a fire started. You helped him put the logs on. When he finally got it started, Scarlett had come out. 

  "Hey you!" She said sweetly, wrapping you in a hug. 

  "Hey! Do you like the fire that I started?" You teased, taking the credit for a fire that Chris was quite proud of. 

  "Oooh no no no! This is my fire!" Chris scolded. 

You and Scarlett just giggled. 

  "Very good job Y/n!" Scarlett played along. 

Chris shook his head and pointed a finger at you, warningly. You flashed him a smile. He was about to pounce when he was interrupted by guests who came to sit by the fire with their snacks and drinks. You didn't know whether you were relieved or disappointed. 

  Sebastian was out and noticed you shivering. 

 "Aww come here!" He said scooping you up and and sitting down with you by the fire. You snuggled to him and soon found yourself warming up. You watched the fire and listened to the conversation and laughter around you. 

  "Yes, Y/n and I actually have a pretty long scene coming up in a few days. Are you ready for that one, Y/n?" Seb asked you. 

  "I think so." You answered sheepishly. 

  "Of course you are. You're gonna be great!" Seb smiled, squeezing you tighter and rubbing your back. 

You smiled. That made you feel more confident about that scene. You really enjoyed acting with Sebastian. You were really comfortable with him, and didn't worry as much when it came to more emotional scenes.

  "Do you guys like my fire?" You teased again, looking into Chris' narrowed eyes. He sucked his cheek. 

  "Wow Y/n! You built this all by yourself? It's a great fire!" Sebastian joined. 

Everyone laughed and Chris started to get up from seat, but was once again interrupted by someone coming up and asking him a question. 

  You took this opportunity to get up and go get a drink from inside the warm house, which was crowded with more people. You soon found yourself talking with Chris' brother Scott for a while, and then Scarlett, and then more crew members. 

  You were opening a soda when you saw Chris come inside. You got butterflies, thinking maybe he came in to get you, but that didn't seem to be the case when he grabbed another beer and soon found himself surrounded by women talking to him. You giggled, knowing he was a little bored and these women were obviously swooning over him. You set down your drink and walked past him, poking his side and walking away. You knew it was childish, but you hadn't done this to him since you were like eleven. You knew he would remember. On set or during press tours, you would sneak up and poke him again and again until he would chase you and tickle you into oblivion. 

  You saw Chris look at you over the women's heads and playfulness danced in his eyes, so a few minutes later, you snuck by and did it again, making him smile and clutch his side. He tried to look for you but didn't want to be rude to the ladies who were talking to him. A few minutes later, you did it one more time causing the same reaction. 

  "Excuse me ladies, I have to deal with something real quick. I'm sorry just excuse me." Chris apologized, then began searching for you. 

You locked eyes with him across the room and giggled. He marched toward you past everyone in the room and you started speed walking away from him with a big smile on your face, giggling nervously. 

 "You get back here!" He shouted as he hurried after you. 

You soon found yourself in the other living room, cornered by the sectional and Chris. Less people were in this room, including Sebastian and Scarlett lost in conversation. 

  “Ahhh!” You screamed as Chris launched at you, while you fell into the couch. 

You expected him to tickle you right there, but instead Chris grabbed you and held you over him, high up in the air. Though you trusted him, you were startled by the height you were being held at. 

  “Woah!” You said, trying to hold onto something. You suddenly could reach his shoulders as he lowered you down, but then you found yourself being laid on the soft rug. More nervous giggles poured out of you. 

  “You’ve been messing with me all night huh? You’ve just been asking to be tickled! Just like when you were little!” Chris teased, trying to catch your flailing hands to pin them. 

  “Hey! She’s still little!” Scarlett added, a small pout on her lip. 

  “I am not!” You argued, blushing. 

  “Are too!” Sebastian snapped. 

Your attention was soon back on Chris as he pinned your arms to your sides. 

  “Nohoho no! Chris no! Sebastian heeeelp meee!” You begged, making Chris chuckle. 

  “Mmmm… no I don’t think so.” Sebastian added with a smirk. 

  “CHRIS DON’T TICKLE!” You cackled, pulling at your arms. 

  “Ahahaha too late!” Chris spat as both his hands found your tummy. 

You became weak and wheezed as you felt his large hands dance across your tummy in the most ticklish way. You arched your back in some weird attempt to get away, but as soon as you collapsed to the floor, your loud laughter erupted out of you and you squirmed everywhere unable to stand the ticklish sensation. It brought back so many memories of when you were younger and you couldn’t believe how it felt exactly the same. Chris knew how to get you and you felt thankful that even though you were older now, he wasn’t afraid to keep that same innocent, playful friendship you had developed with him on the set of Captain America: The Winter Soldier in 2013 that remained over the years. 

   You squealed and squirmed, causing Chris to let out his famous laughter as he wiggled his fingers up to your sensitive ribs. 

  “You’re still a little squirmy wormy!” He teased, making you blush again. “Why are you blushing? Hmm? Hmm?” He squeezed your sides and you gripped his wrists in an attempt to push him off for just a second of relief from the tickling, but your attempt failed, and you had to just endure it.  

  Chris let up for just a moment to pin your arms above your head. You caught your breath, looking up at his evil smile. 

  “I know all your tickle spots.” Chris said in a low voice, nodding, putting on a serious face. It was almost like he turned into Steve Rogers right before your eyes. 

  “Chrihihis! Ihihi’m sohohorry! Nohohohoho!” You tried, but Chris just shook his head and dug into your armpits and you trapped his hands there and screamed with laughter, making Chris break out into more laughter himself. 

  “Y/n, I do not understand HOW that can be so funny! Does this tickle or something? Oh I bet it does tickle!” Chris teased, speeding up his tickling. 

  “STAHHAHAP! Nohohohoho!” You begged, laughing so hard that tears pooled in your eyes. 

  “Ohohkay!” Chris said. Stopping his tickles. “Breathe Y/n breathe.” He soothed, chuckling. 

You caught your breath and he moved his hand, making you flinch, thinking he was going to tickle you again. He giggled at that. You knew he wasn’t done yet though. You knew him too well. 

  “TIME FOR THE GRAND FINALE!” He announced with a goofy face. 

  “NO! WAY!” You shouted, and began half-heartedly trying to escape, because let’s be honest- you didn’t really want to get away. 

Butterflies rushed to your stomach as Chris pinned your hands above your head with one hand and wiggled his fingers in front of your face teasingly. 

  “Oh not thiiiis!” You whined knowing exactly what was coming. 

  “Ohohoho yes! You looove this!” He teased, dancing his fingers across your neck and all you could do was lay there, letting out your belly laughter. This was too much. It went on for so long and you just had to take it, your belly laughter falling in and out of silent laughter. 

  “Now that is my favorite laugh.” Chris complimented, adoring you. 

  “Mine too.” Sebastian mused. 

Finally Chris let up and you thought it was over, until you heard Seb speak. 

  “Well I wanna tickle Y/n!” Sebastian whined. 

  “OOOOH NO!” You cried. You knew it was going to happen. 

  “I don’t know. It might actually kill her.” Chris chuckled.

  “Oh she can take it. Hold my beer.” Sebastian told Scarlett, handing her his drink. 

You saw Sebastian walking toward you with his raised eyebrow and you screamed as Chris just held you down, laughing at you. 

  “You didn’t even get her knees!” Seb said, reaching down and squeezing and scribbling all over and under your highly sensitive knees. 

 “Seheheebbyyy! Quihihihit! Nohohoho ihihihit’s too muhuhuhahahaaha!” You giggled and squirmed. 

Chris and Seb just laughed. Next thing you knew Seb was squeezing your thighs and you shrieked. Then, Chris leaned down and buried his face in your neck, his beard tickling like crazy. You soon felt the buzz of a raspberry on your neck and you used all of your strength to push him away through your adorable laughter. Both of them finally stopped. 

  “Now she’s had enough.” Sebastian concluded, a teasing smirk on his face. 

You blushed and buried your face in the rug, making them laugh. 

  You jumped when you felt something tickle your ear. Turns out, it was just Dodger licking your ear. You giggled and rolled over, squishing his adorable face and petting him. 

  “Aww he wants to tickle you too!” Chris chuckled. 

You soon found yourself being lifted up by Chris, holding you baby-style. 

  “I still have that other present to give you.” He said. He set you down and reached under the Christmas tree, handing you a bag. 

  “You really didn’t have to do this!” You blushed. 

  “Oh shut uuup.” He smiled, waving his hand. 

  “Okay then. Hang on a second.” You said, and ran to the guest room with your bag to grab a wrapped gift for him. You returned and handed it to him. 

  “Aww you got me something?” Chris asked. 

You nodded. 

You looked at Sebastian who smiled at you, because he knew what you got Chris. You told Sebastian when you gave him his present the day before. 

  “You go first.” Chris said.

You grinned and opened your gift to find the most beautiful, soft, giant, light blue blanket. Your eyes widened and you pouted your lip.  

  “Aww Chris! This is so perfect! I love it so much! Thank you thank you thank you!” You thanked him, genuinely loving this gift. 

  Chris unwrapped his gift from you, and he smiled so brightly when he saw it. It was a letter you wrote him, and a framed picture of the two of you on set. He was in his Captain America uniform and you were hugging him, both laughing. It was your favorite picture with him. 

 “I know it’s not much but-” You were cut off by him. 

 “Oh sweetie! This is so perfect! Come here!” He said, pulling you in a hug. “Thank you, honey!” 

You smiled and hugged him tight. You felt a bittersweet pain in your chest as you knew this was the last movie you would film with him, and that hurt, but you knew you’d always be friends, and maybe one day, have the privilege of doing another movie with him. He knew what this gift meant, and he hugged you tighter. 

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[cevansbrat0007]

Spit-Shine

Summary: A surprise visit to Andy's office leads to an impromptu game of show and tell.

Warnings: Smut, Andrew Barber, Oral (fem rec), Daddy Kink, Pussy Slapping, Semi-Public Sex, Naughty Office Shenanigans, Butt Plugs (mentioned), Role Play (mentioned), Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: This drabble is part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. Likes, comments, and Reblogs are all welcomed and encouraged. I love hearing from you, so please let me know your thoughts! All mistakes are my own. I'm tired so I'll do a better job of proofreading tomorrow.

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"Show me."

Eyes wide, you sit there in shock staring back at your fiance. Had he really just uttered those words out loud? "Andrew!" You hiss as you feel your cheeks heat. "No!"

Andy leans back in his chair, his chin casually resting between his thumb and index finger. "Why do you look so scandalized, baby?" He asks, letting his deep baritone wash over you, sending pleasurable pinpricks straight to your core.

"Because we're in your office right now, and there are - there are people outside!" 

Granted, most of them were out for lunch. But still!

"Guess that just means you'll have to be quiet." Your Big Man then rises from his seat and heads towards the door. A small shiver courses through you when you hear the snick of the lock clicking into place.

Now, you were well and truly trapped.

"This is hi-highly inappropriate." You stammer out as he prowls even closer. Seemingly of their own accord, your eyes can’t help but stray to the impressive bulge forming in his pants.

"Baby girl,” he sighs, picking you up and depositing you on his desk as if you weigh nothing. “You can't just come prancing into my office rocking that tight little skirt and those fuck-me-heels, drop that delicious little bomb, and then expect me to let you walk out the door." He pokes out his bottom lip in a delectable pout, silently urging you to give in.

“You asked me what I did today and I told you!” You quietly squeal, pushing at his chest as he leans in for a kiss. “I’ll - I’ll let you look all you want when you get home, okay?”

Undeterred, your man chooses instead to sit down in the seat you used to occupy. “But I want to see it now,” Andy rasps as he brushes his soft lips against the smooth skin of your calf. “So, be my good girl and fucking show me.”

Pulse thrumming in your ears, you finally do as he asks. Biting your lip, you slowly spread your thighs, baring yourself to your man’s hungry gaze. 

“Mmm. There she is.” He purrs, taking in the sight of your freshly waxed pussy. “And would you look at that...no panties.”

“You know how sensitive I can be sometimes.” You whisper, feeling more than a little dirty. “Especially after my, ah, appointments.”

Your man didn't really give a fuck about your particular grooming habits. As long as you didn't try to keep your his cunt from him, the two of you got along just fine.

“So, my baby’s feeling a little sensitive, huh? Poor thing.” He tuts, his tone coming off just shy of teasing.

"Yes," you whisper, hoping that your Andy Bear was about to kiss it better.

Resting his hands on your parted knees, he leans in and buries his face between your sensitive folds. Maintaining his grip, he inhales your sweet, earthy scent into his lungs before letting out a strangled groan. And then he does it again, this time pulling you even closer.

Sometimes your man could be so fucking filthy.

“You know,” Andy mumbles as he nibbles at your damp flesh. “Sometimes I’ll just be sitting in my office, minding my own business, and I’ll think about her.” A quiet whimper escapes when you feel the tip of his tongue begin to lightly tease your clit. “The way you taste, your smell, those little sounds you make just before you cum. Fuck!” He slams his palm down on the flat surface beneath you. “Swear to god, you have no idea just how crazy you make me.”

“Oh!” Without warning, your man presses a hand to your abdomen, forcing you back so that you’re resting your elbows on his desk.

“You know what this pretty cunt needs, baby girl?” Using his thick fingers, he delicately parts your lips as his eyes darken with pure, unadulterated lust.

“Wh-what?” You breathe, feeling incredibly exposed sitting here on display like this in the middle of the workday.  

“A little spit-shine.” He gazes up at you, his beard already glistening with your arousal. “You gonna let me clean you up, baby girl? Give Daddy a little taste to get him through the rest of his afternoon?”

You feel your nipples pebble beneath the thin fabric of your blouse as you process his words. If your man was this desperate to have you here and now, then who were you to deny him?  

Blowing out a shaky breath, you nod. That’s all the encouragement Andy needs. Wordlessly, he drapes your leg over his shoulder, opening you up to him even more.

“Mine.” He purrs, pressing an intimate kiss to the inside of your thigh. But it quickly becomes clear that that that isn’t enough to satisfy him. Wrapping his brawny arms around your hips, he lowers his eager mouth to your dripping pussy. 

“Oh, fuck!” You hiss, slapping a hand over your mouth as he swirls his expert tongue through your messy folds. He moans deep and low in his throat, openly reveling in the sweet flavor that was all uniquely you. 

Andy then moves to pay special attention to your swollen bundle of nerves. He sucks the nub into his mouth, humming in pleasure as he does. Drunk on your taste, he repeats the action, enjoying the way your thighs begin to tremble. Releasing you with a slight pop, he continues his sensual assault, allowing his tongue to rhythmically flick and stroke over your responsive clit with sinful precision.

“That’s it, baby girl.” Comes his harsh growl as you buck and writhe from your place beneath him. “Ride my face, just like that. Wanna drown in all this sweet honey.” 

“Ungh!” You mewl, desperately seeking relief when you feel two thick, long fingers enter you. Andy pumps them in and out of you, twisting them just so as they seek out that special spot inside of you.

You try your best to be quiet as your big bear of a man unapologetically makes a meal out of your drenched pussy. He brazenly slurps at your core, losing himself in every breathy moan. A thin sheen of sweat coats your skin as you feel yourself hurtling towards your impending orgasm.

“Daddy, I’m close!” You whine as you squirm in his grasp. “So so so close!” 

You let out a sharp cry when Andy’s big hand comes down hard on your slit. The unexpected roughness has you clenching down his fingers as your eyes roll back in your head.

“Hush, baby.” He grunts, his teeth lightly grazing your pulsing nub. “Don’t want anyone interrupting our special time.” And then he goes back to greedily sucking and tongue fucking your needy pussy. 

Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!

One of your hands dives into his hair, yanking at the dark strands as you urge him on. You felt so fucking dirty letting him have you like this, taking pleasure in the filthy fucking sounds your man makes while he frantically enjoys his midday treat.

“Gonna wear you for the rest of the day.” He whispers, his words coming out slightly muffled. “Fucking love you.” You’re so caught up in your own bliss that you almost don’t hear him. 

Taking advantage of your position, you grind your pelvis against his bearded face. If he wanted to drown in you, then damn it, then your man was about to fucking drown.

“Andy!” You sob, biting your fist. You feel your control slipping when your pussy gushes for him once again. “Oh, Daddy, I feel it!”

“Then give fucking give it to me!” He commands, the authority in his voice making your inner muscles convulses around him. “Don’t make me wait, little girl.”

“Fuuuuck!” You cry as you continue to ride his face, letting him milk your orgasm from you for all it’s worth as you crest over the edge. Lights and colors explode behind your eyes as white-hot pleasure surges through your veins. 

Andy continues to lap at you while you slowly come down from your high, ensuring that you enjoy the descent.

When you finally come back to reality, both of you are still breathing hard. His hair is disheveled and his navy blue tie is askew. And you know without even having to look that your gray skirt is wrinkled as fuck.

But try as you might, you just can’t seem to give a shit.

“Woah.” You whisper as your man places one last, delicate kiss against the sensitive skin behind your knee. 

“Thank you, baby.” Andy hums. You watch through lidded eyes as he wipes his mouth with his hand before lewdly licking his palm. “That should be enough to get me through the rest of the day.”

Casting one last, long look at your pussy, he can’t help but smile as he takes in the sight of your puffy, slightly reddened flesh. 

“Looks like you’ve got a little beard burn.” He quips, his tone dripping with male satisfaction. 

“Comes with the territory.” You murmur as you weakly slap his greedy hand away. “Fix me up and walk me out?”

Grinning, your man helps you stand up before straightening your clothes. Once he’s done, he leans down to take your lips, letting you taste yourself. You keep the kiss deep and playful, with both of you taking your time as you happily explore every inch of each other’s mouths. 

“I love you, Andy.” You breathe when you both come up for air. 

“Love you too, baby girl.” Andy’s hands tenderly grip your ass, giving your globes a tender squeeze. "So damn much."

Knowing you both have to get back to your day, you finally allow him to lead you out of his office. Keeping your head down, you struggle to keep yourself from blushing as you wave to a few of his staff members.

"Bye, Y/N!" One of his interns calls out at your retreating form. "It was good seeing you today. Hope you come back soon!"

"Definitely." You murmur as you feel your core spasm.

___

“You wanna play tonight?” Your man whispers when you’re both convinced that you are out of earshot.

“Uh huh.” You nod, unconsciously tucking your smaller body into his side. 

“You in the mood to play with Nice Daddy or Mean Daddy, sweetheart?” He presses a loving kiss to your wild curls while he waits for your answer.

“Um…” You pause, weighing your options. “I’m thinkin’ I might want you to be a little mean.”

“Oh yeah?” Having reached the lobby, your Big Man sweetly cups your cheek. “You sure?”

“Yes.” You tell him with a shy smile. “In fact, I’m thinking that I might want to try my new present.” You bat your eyelashes up at him, enjoying the way his sinful blue eyes flare at the prospect of using the toy he’d recently purchased for you.

“Really? You want me to do that to you?” 

Standing on your tiptoes, you force him to lean down so that you can whisper in his ear. After all, just because you were in the mood to be naughty didn't mean that you needed to broadcast it to everyone.

“Please plug my ass tonight, Daddy.” You purr, loving how he tenses beneath your hands. “I want to know what it’s like to have both my holes stuffed full.” 

“O-okay.” He coughs, more than a little surprised by your racy admission.

Giving your man one last kiss, you sashay your way out the door, leaving a stunned Andy Barber in your wake.

Oh well. You knew he would recover.

Eventually.

END

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[mobbinholland]

brat - chris evans

pairing: chris evans x reader

warnings: smut, filthy ass, aggressive, PURE SMUT 18+

summary: chris knew you were kinda bratty & he was fine with it at times. until the one time you crossed the line.

authors note: lightly edited :)

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it was early in the morning, you got up once you heard the door close which meant Chris went for his morning jog. you went downstairs and made a batch of coffee, for the both of you. you had your music playing low but loud enough you could hear. 

you did the dishes and just cleaned up a little bit and made yourself breakfast. just a few waffles and sliced up some strawberries and to finish it off, whipped cream. 

“isn’t that a lot of sugar for in the morning?” a voice boom behind you. you smile to yourself and spin around. you see a sweaty Chris, yet still handsome. 

“just a little bit.” you tell him and take your first bite. he walks over to you and kisses your head. 

“make me any baby?” he asked looking around and you shook your head no. he scuffs and pours himself his coffee. “and why not?” he narrows his eyebrows at you. you shrug your shoulders and continue eating. with your legs swinging off the chair. 

“you’re a brat you know?” he says pulling cereal out of the pantry. 

“I know!” you say cheerful as you bring your dish to the sink and kiss him on his cheek. “I'll be back! going to the store.” you say as you walked away. well, tried. Chris grabbed your wrist and pulled you back. 

“yeah? what store huh baby?” he ran his hand under your chin. you gave him a soft smile. just because you loved it when he did that. “the grocery store silly.” you lied straight through your teeth, but he did not notice. he nodded and gave you a kiss. 

“hurry back.” he says. 

- 

yes so what? you lied. you went to the mall. for a few new outfits... and shoes. and yes with Chris credit card. you felt a tad guilty, but you knew Chris was going to love everything you got. 

“how much are these?” you looked at the employee while holding white heels with gold butterflies on the heel. 

“$650. without tax of course.” she gives you a warm smile. and you smiled back. “I'll take them!” 

- 

you got back home. you had to hurry at the grocery store just so Chris did not really exact anything. you left the shopping bags in the trunk. your arms were full of the groceries and you struggle to open the door, but you got it. you let out a sigh of distress. you expected to see Chris and have him run to help but he did not. he was not downstairs. 

“thanks! I got it!” you yelled out sarcastically, rolling your eyes. you get the bags in the kitchen floor along on the island. you got confused on why Chris has not come to see you, but you shrugged it off. putting the milk away and the eggs. 

“y/n...” you heard Chris say behind you. you turned around “about time! I had to open the door with my foot.” you whined. but Chris slammed papers on the counter, and it made you jump. 

“what the fuck Chris?” you ask him 

“what did you do today?” he ask cold. not looking up at you. 

“I went to the grocery store. I told you?” you tried to play innocent. 

“yeah? so buying— “he looks at the papers “one grand worth of clothing and shoes and fucking make up! is at the fucking grocery store y/n!” his voice booms. 

shit 

“but daddy you’ll like it...” you say small. 

“don’t fucking start.” he says walking toward you and you slowly back away. afraid. but he gets close enough to grab your wrist and put you towards him while his other hand grabs your throat. you gasp at the lack of air and blink a few times. 

“fucking look at me.” he says whirl looking down at you. you look up into his now dark blue eyes. 

“what the fuck did you buy. you fucking brat!?” he hissed at you. 

“shoes baby. you will love them. I swear.” you whine into him. he removes his hand from your throat, instantly letting you breathe right but the pain went straight to your head as Chris grabs a fist full of hair and dragging you outside. 

thank god no neighbors are out he thought to himself. 

“you’re going to show me these shoes. open the fucking trunk.” he pushes you forward, and you stumble but open the door so you could pop open the trunk. you walk around to the back and Chris is holding the heels in his hands. “these are it?” he looks at the shoes then at you. you nod. he scuffs and he grabs your arm and brings you back inside. 

“Chris listen. I am sorry okay! I didn’t think you’d be upset, and I'll pay you bac— ““shut up.” he says, and he pushes you inside and he locks the door behind him. you turn and look at him and he hands you the heels. 

“go upstairs. get undressed. put that pretty little white set I like on, along with the heels.” he gives you the instructions 

“but chr—“ 

“go!” he yells again, and you go upstairs into your guys bedroom. 

“fuck fuck fuck!” you curse at yourself as you walk upstairs. and once you reached the top step you ran to the room and could hear Chris chuckle at you. 

you pushed open the grand doors and went straight to the drawers and found the set and removed all your clothes and put on the set. you quickly moved to the shoes and Chris walked in as soon as you finished putting on the last one. you shot up straight and was as stiff as a nail. he scuffed and sat at the end of the bed. 

“this. this is what you spend all my money on. those fucking shoes.” you nod. “but they’re cute right?” you ask him. shyly. 

“yeah baby I do but that doesn’t ignore the fact you didn’t blow my fucking credit card.” he grabbed your wrist against and pulled you over his lap. you whine knowing what was to come and he slams hard on your ass which makes you scream out. 

“one.” you say. 

“oh, now you want to be good?” he asks smacking again. 

“I'm always good daddy.” you say, and he smacks even harder because you did not count. 

“hm. three.” you hiss after he pain. 

Chris soon finished and he threw you on the floor. sat nice and pretty in your knees. he told you. his hand ran across your chin, your lips, down your chest and soon over your nice, lacy fabric which Chris soon ripped in half. which shocked you. 

“Chris! what the fu—“ he shoved the fabric straight into your mouth before you could even finish. 

“what? I bought it princess? and you’ll just go ahead and buy another one.” he slapped your cheek. and you whined straight into the fabric. he smiled. 

“you’re going to take everything I give you. do not fucking run. you’re going to take it right?” he asks grabbing your chin. you nod. and he smirks and spits onto your face and wipes it all over. 

Chris pulls out the white fabric and shoved down his shorts, reveling his hard cock and wastes no time, shoving his cock right down your throat. 

you never seen Chris like this before. yes, he was always rough but not this animalistic. and you liked it. 

Chris fucked your throat like there was no tomorrow. and you gagged which made him growl and pull out. his hand full of your hair and he looked at you. you did not say anything. you just stuck your tongue out and he spit right on the middle and slowly put his cock back in. making the tip hit the side of your cheek. you groan at the pain, but he just slapped his tip. you looked up at him and gave him your soft eyes, which usually does it for him. but, not this time. 

he pulls out of you and picks you up and shoved you down onto the bed. he rips the panties and you hiss. 

“you really think using my card without my permission was okay baby?” he asks. you shook your head no. he smacks your pussy making you scream. “use your words.” 

“no daddy.” you whine. just wanting him to give you so much more. his thick fingers explore your folds. spreading all your juices around. your eyes roll and you shot your head back. but Chris did not like that. he grabbed the back of your neck and forced you to look at him. he shoved two fingers in. 

“fucking shit.” you whisper, and he goes faster. curling them up so they hit all the right places. the familiar feeling starts to ball at the end of your stomach. you start shaking your head no and Chris just laughed. 

“I thought you were always good for me baby? come on, just this once. make a mess of yourself.” he let go of your neck and replaced his hand at your lower stomach adding pressure and you instantly scream out making all your juices go everywhere. all over his hands and arm. he growls and removes his fingers and just smearing everything over your face. 

“you love being a little brat, don’t you?��� he says lining himself at your entrance. “never listen to me.” he slides in, making your back arch off the bed and he begins to pound you. his cock just stretching you out in all the right places. pain soon becomes pleasure and you start moaning his name. but he begins to go harder. 

“use my money, fucking my little slut. huh baby? you like daddy just stretching you open?” he asks grabbing your chin forcing you to look at him. you nod with your eyes barely open. 

“fucking pathetic. can't even take what I'm giving to you!” and then he goes faster. he slaps your ass. and you are close. 

“c-can I please come daddy?” you whisper but loud enough so he can hear. “you really think you deserve it? you didn’t even make me breakfast baby.” you throw your head back, but Chris pulls out and you gasp at the lack of him. he moans loud and you look up and his empties himself right inside your hole. 

“but daddy!” you whine, and he just laughs at you once again. 

“maybe you’ll learn how to behave. now, get dressed we have company coming over later.” he says as he put his shorts back on and leave you in the room. 

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[waywardodysseys]

Calmant - Oneshot

Pairing: Chris Evans x female reader

Warnings: pure smut, no plot, cussing

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You walk into the family room and find Chris sitting on the couch. His arms are crossed over his chest as he sits in a laid-back position. He’s wearing a burgundy button down top and jeans. He had to have heard you as he glances your way.

“Where’s Scott and Dodger?” You ask as you walk towards the couch.

“Carly came by and took ‘em.”

You raise your eyebrows as you straddle Chris’ lap. “Remind me to thank her later.”

Chris opens his mouth to speak but you crush your mouth against his. Chris moans lowly as he wraps his arms around your waist. His hands snake under your shirt and touch your delicate skin.

You moan as you feel Chris’ hands glide over your skin. Your fingers are fumbling at unbuttoning the top he’s wearing. You moan again as you hear Chris’ lustful moan against your mouth. You roll your hips teasingly. You feel his hardness against your core, through the material of your pants, which sends a heatwave through your body.

Chris pulls faintly away from you and cups your cheek. He’s enjoying this, enjoying you. He knows you’ve had a long day; knows you need him to relieve the stress burdening you.

“Wanna talk about it?”

You shake your head as you dip down and nip at the skin along his neck. Your fingers moving along the waistband of his jeans. You undo them and reach in. You take his hard cock into your hand and stroke it. Your thumb swirls around the tip.

“Just fuck me Evans,” you feel Chris unhooking your bra, “please.”

Chris smirks, “my pleasure.”

Chris pulls you against him and wraps his arms around you tightly. He presses his mouth against your neck, letting his teeth nip at your skin as he uses his strength to make the both of you fall onto your sides.

You let out an airy laugh as Chris pushes you back against the cushions of the couch as he towers over you. Your hands roam up over his stomach and chest. You feel Chris’ own hands travel over your stomach under your shirt. His hands cup your breasts under your loosened bra. You moan and arch your back as you feel his thumbs flick at your nipples.

“Chris,” you throatily moan.

“Mmhmm,” Chris hums as his hands travel back down over your stomach.

He drums his fingers along the waistband of your pants. He grabs them, along with your underwear, and pulls them off as he stands in front of you. Chris kneels next to the couch and pulls you towards him. He lifts one of your legs over his shoulders as he dips his head down between your legs.

His blue eyes on yours as he kisses down one inner thigh, then the other.

Your hands are grasping the cushions as your body vibrates with anticipation from what Chris is about to do. Pleasure coursing through your body as heat continues to flood your core.

“Chris,” you plead out in a whisper.

Chris dips his head and licks up your folds. He uses one hand to open your folds while the other is wrapped around your leg and holding you in place. His tongue finds your clit and begins flicking it teasingly.

“Fuck!” You moan out on a content sigh.

You keep one hand on the cushions while the other moves to Chris’ head. The buzz cut he’s given himself while in quarantine feels rough and prickly against your palm. All you’re able to think about is his tongue against your sensitive nub and the orgasm rising inside of you.

“Chr—oh—mmm—fu—,” you moan out in pants as your climax crests.

Both hands are on Chris’ head as your orgasm courses through you. You tremble under Chris’s teasing tongue as he continues to flick your clit.

You bite your lip and moan as Chris proceeds to move his mouth along one inner thigh. His beard sending shivers up and down your spine as he moves it along your flesh. You need him buried deep inside of you.

Chris stands to his full six feet height and pushes his jeans and underwear down over his hips, revealing his hard cock to your eyes.

You moan inwardly and lick your lips. Your eyes travel up Chris’ body and land on his face. He’s looking down at you with pure desire and lust. You know he enjoys taking you wherever you want him.

You position yourself on the couch and reach for his hand. You place it against your cheek then take one of his fingers into your mouth. Suck it lightly then swirl your tongue around it. You reach over and run a lone finger up and down his cock. You smile wickedly when you hear his sharp intake of breath.

You release his finger from your mouth, but keep the lone finger moving up and down his cock, “inside me Evans.”

Chris hisses, “you don’t have to tell me twice babe.”

Chris pushes his jeans and underwear further down his legs then kneels between your open legs. He strokes his cock against your folds and pushes into you. He moans loudly as he feels your wetness wrap around him tightly.

“Fuck yes,” Chris moans lowly as he buries himself completely inside of your depths.

Your hands move over the bare skin of chest and rest on his shoulders under the shirt he still has on. You lean up and brush your mouth against his as you feel his cock buried deep inside of you. You know he enjoys feeling you around him before he begins thrusting in and out of you. You let him have a minute before you remind him, “fuck me Evans.”

Chris begins moving his hips, thrusting in and out of you harshly. He feels your fingers dig into your shoulders. He knows this is what you want. You want the roughness he gives you to help you ease the tension inside of you, to let stress you have built up finally fall and crash. Chris knows him pounding into you is the exact medicine you need.

“Yes,” you moan loudly, “yes. Chris! Fuck yes!”

You roll your hips meeting Chris’ rough thrusts. You know you’ll be sore later and you don’t care. You just need another release. You need the high sex gives you to envelop and fill you with oxytocin so you’re able to forget about the long day, forget all the stresses which came from it as well.

You arch your back and bite your lip as you feel another orgasm building inside of you.

“Keep going,” you pant breathlessly.

Chris’ own orgasm is steadily rising inside of him. His hands move to your hips and grasps them as he feels your hands move up and down his chest a few times then back up to his shoulders where he feels your fingers dig in once more. He knows you are getting close to the edge like he is.

“Cum with me babe,” Chris growls as he continues to pound into your depths.

“Chris!” you hold onto the last syllable as you feel your orgasm reach the point of no return.

Your fingers grasp onto Chris’ shoulders as your body begins trembling and your orgasm rolls over you.

“Yes babe,” Chris pants heavily, “oh yes!”

Chris thrusts into you once then twice as his own orgasm erupts. He feels your pussy pulsating around his cock he empties himself inside of your depths.

You pull Chris down on top of you and brush your lips against his as you move your hands up his neck. Your body on a high as you relish in the two orgasms he’s given you. Your breathless as you pull away from him minutes later.

You run a finger along his jaw, “maybe I should thank you for staying behind.”

Chris smiles, “I didn’t want you to come home to an empty house. And I figured we could ride over together.”

You raise a brow, “what are you talking about? I thought you convinced Scott to give us, you know, alone time.”

Chris laughs, “oh I’m glad I got you alone without him or Dodger, but you do remember it is family dinner night? Mom still wanted it to occur even with all this craziness.”

“Are you fucking serious?” You ask in amazement.

Chris kisses you then pulls back faintly, “I am fucking serious babe. And I am glad I got to help you relieve your stress.”

“You always help with that. Thank you.”

“Anything for you is my pleasure.”

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[weirdochick56]

Mr. Evans II- Chris Evans AU Chapter Two

Teacher!Chris Evans x Student!Reader

Warnings: Explicit language, heartbreak, angst, MILD SMUT, a little bit of infidelity

Disclaimers: I don’t condone relationships of this kind, this is for entertainment purposes only.

Word Count: 3, 509 words

Read Chapter One here!!

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(Gif isn’t mine!)

He’s looking at you and you’re looking at him and all you can think is god, his voice is sexy.

Your dad looks between you two, brows raised.

“You two know eachother?” He asks, bewildered.

You barely hear him, too taken by Mr. Evans’ intense aqua gaze on you and how good that nickname still sounded and looked coming out of those oh-so kissable lips. 

“Hey, Chr-Mr. Evans,” you correct yourself in a soft whisper, unable to conjure much else in response. 

His name felt so unfamiliar in your own mouth, and yet, your tongue welcomed it with such vigor, wrapping around each syllable, each sound like it’d never get to do so again. 

You finally tear your eyes away from his, turning to your dad. “Mr. Evans was my English teacher.”

He beams, pleased beyond your comprehension. “What a small world we live in! Funny how I’m marrying your teacher’s aunt isn’t it?”

You can’t help it when your brows raise to your hairline. “His aunt?”

Ah, so that’s where the familiarity in the eyes came from...

You can see it now, their similar features.

Kennedy interjects, gripping your father’s arm with a grin. “Yeah. Chris’ mom is my sister. He’s been really great through all of this, too. He even helped repaint the house.”

At this, your stomach falls. Your face goes stone hard as you fight the urge to turn your gaze to him because you knew if you did you would explode. Betrayal burns low in your belly and you hold back the impulse to lash out on Mr. Evans, clenching your fists. 

Instead, you look at your dad with an icy stare. “Are you fucking kidding me, dad?” 

His face falls, the color draining. “Y/n, please not here.”

But you don’t care. Your heart aches and your stomach churns with anger. Seeing him move on and try to repaint over your mother’s memory- this wasn’t how you expected it to go. You wanted him to be happy, yes, but not if it meant he’d be erasing everything about your mother and her legacy. Everything but that. 

But what really bothered you was that Mr. Evans, of all people, had helped do such a thing. Just thinking about how he had helped erase your mother’s memory made you want to barf. Now that was a sting you weren’t quite sure you could ever recover from.

You step up to your father, chin held high. “With all due respect, father, I will talk my mind wherever and whenever I damn well please. As far as I’m concerned, you are not removing her entirely from our lives like she never even existed.” You smirk. “Luckily, I’m here now. And I’m gonna be your daily goddamn reminder of that.”

“Y/n can you please-“ your father grips your arm in his but you feel utterly repugnance for his touch right now.

“No, dad!” You hiss, ripping your arm from his touch. “She loved this house, and you knew that! Why would you let her-” you point aggressively at Kennedy. “Come in and change our house. My house. Mom's house?!” Without realizing tears have trickled done your cheeks. Of anger or hurt, you don’t know.

You wipe at them furiously. Fuck, you hated this and you were not planning on crying on your first day here. Pathetic little girl. 

Despite your blurry vision, you manage to preserve your snark, looking around at you. “Congrats on the engagement, guys,” you spit disgracefully before your gaze lands on Mr. Evans who watches you with an unreadable expression. That fucking wall again. 

You just wish you could read him like one of his books but that wall- it was damn near unpenetrable. 

“You know what? Screw this. I’m jetlagged and quite frankly your faces are boring. I’m headed to bed.” You look at your father and Kennedy, tone satirically lazy. “My room is still there, right?”

Your father clenches his jaw, clearly wanting to say something else before Kennedy squeezes his arm in warning, offering him a small smile. He visibly relaxes and a firm nod of his head is your only response. 

You can’t help it when you scoff, rolling your eyes as you spin on your heel to walk up to your room. “Fuck’s sake,” you mumble under your breath incredulously.  

*

Not even a few minutes after you’ve begun settling into your room, does a knock come at your door. You sigh, not necessarily wanting to speak or even see anyone right now. 

“Whoever it is, I’d appreciate it if you’d kindly fuck-!” you call out before being abruptly cut off as the person opens the door, striding in any way. 

“Still got that potty mouth, I see.”

You freeze at the sound of that voice. That voice...a shiver travels through your spine like a small ripple travels in water.

You immediately pause your unpacking, gaze immediately snapping to his. “W-what’re you doing here?” you fight against the lump in your throat, swallowing tightly. 

He licks his lips, watching you from his stance near the door with his strong arms crossed across his now even broader chest. His gaze is undecipherable and you feel at a huge disadvantage not knowing what the hell it is he’s thinking. 

Nothing much has changed, apparently.

“I didn’t know,” is what he says once he finally breaks the insufferable silence. 

You huff at him, going back to your unpacking merely to seem unbothered. 

“I’m sure you didn’t.”

He sighs, running his fingers through his hair. “Y/n,” he begins seriously. 

Your insides instantly melt at hearing his voice embrace your name once again after all this time and out of pure damn instinct, your movements freeze and your gaze jumps to him. Fuck. 

His gaze doesn’t waver. Doesn’t move away an inch. “I just-,” he licks his lips. “If I had known how much it meant to you- I mean....I-I wouldn’t have- I hate seeing you cry,” he whispers sincerely- as if that is all he is allowed to say.

And you believe him, dammit, you do.  

But you’re not the same naive girl from before and he needed to know that. He needed to know that you’d grown up and that he was a part of your past. Not your present and he sure as hell was not a part of your future. Not the one you had planned, anyway. 

“Okay,” you retort nonchalantly, not even sparing him a glance. “Do you mind closing the door on your way out? Thanks.”

You hear the shuffle of feet then the closing of the door and then silence. 

Finally feeling like you can relax, you release a small sigh, looking up.

A strangled, small, startled gasp escapes your lips and you force your hand down from jumping to your racing heart. 

In the few seconds you’ve kept your head down, he’s stridden over to you with incredible stealth and is currently towering over you so closely, you can smell him again. In fact, he’s so close that from this angle, the tip of your nose brushes against his firm t-shirt-clad chest. Was he working out more? Your stomach clenches and your lips part in shock. 

He gazes down at you with a spark of emotion in his eyes. “You’re back.”

It’s as if he can’t believe it.

You peer up at him, once again trying to read him. Was that...pride? Curiosity? Longing? It was hard to tell. 

“I wanted to be here for the wedding,” you confess quietly before chuckling dryly. “But I might just end up leaving earlier than planned.” 

At this, he jerks. It’s small, minuscule even, but you catch it before he regains composure. 

“Aunt Kennedy is a really kind woman and she loves your dad. Give her a chance,” he responds calmly. “I know it’s hard for you to watch this happen right now, but everyone deserves happiness.”

You look him in the eye, your heart clenching. ”I assume that includes my mom too,” is all you answer despite wanting to say “And what about me? Us?”

His gaze saddens dramatically. Still, it’s a controlled emotion-- not a crack in the wall. Merely a door he’s opened because he’s allowing you a glimpse into what’s simmering beneath. “I-”

“I know,” you cut him off. “I know that I have no right to stop them from marrying and finding happiness because my mother never got to live her happiness thoroughly. I don’t care that they’re getting married, frankly. What I won’t allow is having my mother’s memory destroyed.”

He licks his lips. “Sweetheart, I get that. I really do and I respect it, too. But-” he hesitates. “Why does it matter so much that we repainted?”

You sigh. “One of my fondest memories is painting this house with my mother. It was one of the things that made it ours. Home. Purple isn’t a common color in this neighborhood in case you haven’t noticed. And my mom- she absolutely abhorred blue.” Your lips quirk up lightly. “Thought it was too sad of a color.”

When you look up at him, he’s even closer, glancing down at you like he couldn’t get enough of having you close. Inspecting you too. 

“You’ve changed.” It’s not a question and you wonder how this is all still happening right now. How you had him in front of you, talking to you like you’d been long lost friends who’d had a rough patch but still somehow found your way to one another again.

“Have I?” you decide to play coy, remaining planted in your spot as if to let him know you weren’t intimidated by him even though you were quite literally shiting your pants right now. 

How your body was reacting to his proximity was freaking you out even though you should have been used to it. It infuriated you that even after all this time he was able to do this to you. To cause such internalized emotions to whirl around you and force you to suppress them.

He nods, his fingers twitching beside him as he scans your face closely. “You have.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, trying to control your fast-beating heart to no particular avail. “So have you.” 

He smirks softly.  “Have I?”

You nod in response like he had earlier, weirdly enjoying this new back-and-forth banter. 

It was as if this new energy between you from your time apart was fresh and new and clean- and suddenly you could feed off eachother like never before. But still, the weight of what you refused to discuss hung over your heads like some unreachable, unbearable burden. 

And there was an air of maturity and even an entitlement that came with that. Alongside it, all these old emotions you’d suppressed over the last two years ferociously fighting to break out of you. 

It was all too complicated.  

“You have. And it’s not just the hair,” you jest, giggling lightly at your own little joke. 

God, he smelled good. And looked so good. And-

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers like it’s hard to find his voice and you can see his hand slowly rising to touch your face. “Still such a firecracker-” he pauses to chuckle with sad endearment, his gaze twisting into a confused frown. “But...different somehow. And I can’t quite put my finger on it.” 

His words are enough to make your limbs tremble with delight and you can’t help it when you’re taken aback by his bluntness. You hadn’t expected him to be so upfront with his thoughts right away. 

He still thought you were beautiful...

In your time apart it is true that you’d hardened your heart. Truth be told, after the heartbreak he brought you, you couldn’t bear another heartbreak. It’d kill you. So you decided to put up a wall of your own.

His fingers are two centimeters from your face and your skin immediately buzzes with exciting liveliness, anxiously, desperately, seeking his touch on your skin. Wanting- no. Needing it more than anything. 

You ached for him to touch you like he had before. To light the same fire within you that you knew could never be put out. To hold you so close to him, entangle himself with you so intricately, you wouldn’t be able to tell when you started and he ended. 

But nothing is as it was before. And it wouldn’t be fair for you to act like it was.

“Then don’t,” you mumble and just before he can fully press his fingers to your face, you swiftly step away from him, rounding your bed and acting like you’re so much more interested in unpacking even though your heart is fucking racing in your chest. 

The silence that settles between you two is tense and horrible, the air filled with so many questions about what had gone on in the past two years you hadn’t seen eachother, but neither of you is brave enough to act on your curiosities. 

So you say the first thing that comes to mind without looking up. 

“Who is she?” 

He quirks a brow at you. “Who is who?”

He’s acting coy- baiting you to get a reaction, you can tell. It was a game you weren’t all too eager to play, to be honest. So you stop unpacking, looking up at him straight in the eye. 

“You know exactly who I’m talking about,” you retort sassily. 

He doesn’t even try to hide his smirk. “Why do you care?”

You hide your embarrassment with nonchalance, shrugging. “I don’t. I was just curious.”

He chuckles mockingly. “You know...curiosity killed the cat.”

“But satisfaction brought it back,” you quip, glancing at him.

He laughs that beautiful laugh that made your insides quiver, skillfully avoiding your gaze (and your question).

And rather than stand around awkwardly, he opts to spin on his heels and look around your room. He does this with such a high degree of casualness and familiarity that it boils your blood for some reason. He prods and pokes as if you aren’t standing right there with him, looking at the band posters and books. 

“Interesting...” he hums before laughing under his breath as he holds up a Queen vinyl record with a raised brow. “You’ve got some taste, sweetheart.” 

You snort, trying to hide how bothered you really were. “Yeah, says the guy who listens to Frank Sinatra.”

He freezes for a only a split second but you catch it once more. What? Did he not think you’d remember?

“Touché,” he retorts under his breath, flipping through one of your books.

Something about the way he carried himself in your space like it was his too- even after all the time that has gone by without you even seeing eachother- made you so utterly pissed. 

 “Can you-” you sigh, trying to refrain from letting your petulant side slip. 

“Why are you here, Mr. Evans?” you ask point-blank, unable to see why he was choosing to stick around you despite your weird and awkward situation. You’re also not seeing a point in beating around the bush.

He doesn’t respond at first, merely looks at you with that same unreadable expression you hated so much. 

“I had found out about your father and Aunt Kennedy only when they were already engaged. It came as a shock to us all. I don’t want you to think I planned any of this in some weird, creepy strategy to-“ he inhales sharply, smiling wryly. “...you know what I mean.”

You shrug. “I didn’t think it was either way.”

He clears his throat. “Good, because I have no reason to do that, you know?”

Sharp pain inevitably shoots through you at this and you can’t help but laugh dryly. “Of course you don’t. I hadn’t expected this either, for the record. If you were shocked, imagine how much of a sneak-up this was on me.”

“Well, that’s because you left.” It comes out of his mouth too fast and there’s something ever so slightly strained in it.

You reel back immediately, brows raised. Is he accusing you of something? And is that hurt you hear in his voice?

You don’t get time to voice these questions before he’s completely backpedaling, freaking out because he’s said and shown too much. 

“Anyway, I think it’s about high time I head back downstairs. Get some rest, sweetheart.”

Before you can even fully process what you’re doing, you throw yourself in between him and the door, blocking his path. Peering up at him, you try to ignore how close you two are and how softly your chests are brushing. 

“Answer honestly. Do you hate me?” you whisper so softly, you’re sure he has to strain to hear what you’re saying.  

His face immediately twists into a sad grimace- tender and vulnerable- as he looks down at you. His eyes are utterly entrancing, your lips only a few inches apart. Slowly, his hand reaches up to touch you again. 

A crack in the wall?

Your flinch is tiny, a twitch at best, but he notices. His grimace deepens and he slowly retracts his hand, letting it drop stiffly beside him. 

He gradually steps back and you’re terrified he won’t answer your question before he talks again, his voice soft and earnest. 

“I thought you would know by now.”

“Know what?” You frown.

 He smiles. “I could never hate you, sweetheart. Even if I tried.”

And then he walks out. 

*

You sleep for hours, too exhausted to even change out of your clothes before you tumble onto your bed and pass out.

You really must’ve been jetlagged because with all the thoughts racing through your head after what’s just occurred with Chris, you’d think it would have been impossible to fall asleep in the first place.

It’s all so confusing and weirdly coincidental. Like really, what are the odds of this happening? And maybe in a moment of insanity, you can’t help but think what if this is destiny? 

But it isn’t long before another thought overrides that one and you grow scared when it strikes you right in the gut. This would mean that you’d have to see a lot more of him. Especially since it’s the week of the wedding.

Something in you curls and you don’t know whether it’s in excitement or fear. Probably both. 

You stay in bed a while longer, unable to go downstairs in fear of awkwardness and having to face more guests with a fake smile plastered on your face. Your thoughts kept going back to Mr. Evans and all the questions that were left unspoken between you two, so you decide to distract yourself. 

Talking with Margo and catching her up on everything seemed as a good place to start at as any. 

And she -as you’d expected- freaks out after you tell her Mr. Evans is related to Kennedy and you have to take your phone off your ear momentarily due to her shrill screams.

“Margo, seriously. Calm down, it’s not that big a deal,” you lie right through your teeth, getting off your bed and putting your phone on speaker as pull your hair into a messy bun. 

She laughs maniacally. “What the hell do you mean, baby girl!? Do you even realize how gaga you were about eachother just a few years ago? It’s crazy that your teacher crush is now practically apart of your family.”

You scoff, blushing madly as you pull your heels off. “I was not gaga about Mr. Evans, Margo. It was just a schoolgirl crush.”

She hums unconvincingly. “Yeah, sure. It’s not like it was clear as day on both your faces that you loved eachother.” A pause. “...not to mention the fact that you both went on to have a relationship afterward.”

You freeze, eyes as wide as saucers. “W-what?”

She laughs breezily. “Oh please, Y/n. You’ve been my best friend since childhood, you really think you could hide something that big from me? Nuh-uh, babygirl. It was written all over your face when I even brought him up, too. But even more telling were the looks you gave eachother. That’s when I knew.”

You swallow harshly, slowly reaching for your makeup wipes, almost like you didn’t know whether you should be acting like this wasn’t completely unexpected or not. “We gave eachother looks?” 

She snickers. “Did you ever! Hate to break it to you, hun, but the look of two people in love is practically impossible to hide.” She sighs, voice lowering. “I’ll admit, at first I was offended you hadn’t told me but then I remembered those looks. You were wrapped up in your own little world and I knew telling me would mean letting someone else in that world. You weren't ready for that and neither was he.”

You’ve ceased everything you’re doing, your mouth trembling and tears already gathering in your eyes. You have no idea what to say or even do right now. Hearing someone else say this out loud...it was electrifying in a horrific way.

After a few seconds of this, she finally speaks up again. “Y/n?”

You swallow the lump in your throat. “I’m sorry,” is all you can say in a shaky whisper. 

She clicks her tongue. “It’s fine, really! I just- I know it’s not because you didn’t trust me with it. I mean I could see you practically dying to tell me. It must’ve been hard not being able to talk to anyone about what you felt, right?” Her tone is soft, comforting. 

You sag with relief. “God, you have no idea. It doesn’t matter anymore though,” you straighten out.

“Why?”

“Because it’s been over for a long time. In fact, we hadn’t even labeled what ‘it’ was,” you laugh dryly. 

She’s silent for a second before responding in a matter-of-fact tone. “Doesn’t mean it wasn’t real.”

That strikes you for some reason and you remember what you’d told him that day at his house when you were pointlessly and foolishly begging him to keep loving you. “What we feel is real. This- us, we’re real. You know we are.” 

And yet- You huff, a sardonically sad smile spread limply on your face. 

“I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what that means, Margo.”

Your talk with Margo had carried on far into the night, and you’d caught up with her life, not wanting to think anymore about Mr. Evans and everything that was going on with the wedding and your father. 

She had met a guy a few years ago- Todd. He was a nice dude. Kinda nerdy, totally not her normal type. But he treated her like she deserved, loved her endlessly and she did so too. You envied her happiness, truthfully. But you were also really excited for her.

You tell her about Daniel and the problems you had been having, practically screaming about how complicated it all was and how you “just wish you could fuck him”.

 Margo, who had never shied away from sex and all its conversation glory, explained that once you found someone you truly loved-- it was magical to become one with them physically. Heightened everything about sex-- the pleasure, was an obvious one, but the intensity with which you experienced that pleasure, on the other hand, wasn’t that obvious.

That also really stuck with you. Was it really? Would it feel like that with Daniel? What was holding you back from just going ahead and doing it? You loved Daniel so shouldn’t it be easy to want that with him?

I don’t know. Maybe I’m making it too complicated. Maybe I should just go for it.

After you’d finished talking to her, you’d changed out of your clothes into your PJs- a simple tank top and cotton shorts and once you thought it was late enough into the night that you wouldn’t bump into anyone, headed downstairs for some food. 

All this emotional turmoil makes one hungry.  

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The Getaway

Character Pairing:  Chris Evans x Plus size female reader

Word Count: 1714

Warnings: Fluff, Insecurities, Plus size, Humor, Smut,

Preface: You and Chris have been dating for about six months and this is your first getaway together just the two of you. Chris has invited you to a cabin near Worlds’s End, that is located southeast from Boston.

 The Getaway

 The sun was coming though the thin curtains by the windows and hid your face in against Chris’ back to try and block out the sun, the bed was too warm and you honestly did feel like getting out of bed. Groaning soft feeling Chris move slightly to get up, you move to get him room to move more. He rolled over onto his back and smiled sleepily mumbling. “Morning baby.” Stretching his arms bringing an hand to rub his neck. “Did you sleep well?” You smiled with a slight giggle pulling the duvet further up hiding your face, mumbling from under the duvet. “I did, but I’m not ready to get up!” Chris chuckled peaking under the duvet. “How about I get breakfast ready, I mastered the toaster you know” he said proudly. I nodded under the duvet and looked at him and smiled pulling down the duvet again. “Mmmkay, then I might as well get up and take a shower… I stink of sex!” Chris smirked leaning over tailing kissed over your shoulder, chest, jawline reaching your lips sucking your bottom lips a little harder “I don’t mind… the stinking of sex ” before pulling you closer to him and kissing you more forcefully. You narrow your eyes after him poking his side finding his ticklish spot. “I bet you don’t.” You say before kissing his again and savoring the taste of him. He smiled and kisses the tip of your nose before he moves to get out of bed. You watch him as he walks over to get a pair of boxers and you growls aloud. And he does a little wiggle for you before taking his boxers on, before he leaves the room he stops in the door looking back at you. “I’ll call when breakfast is ready.” And with that he’s gone.

You lay there for a moment stretching feeling the aftermath from an intense night. Getting up you head to the bathroom and take a shower feeling the warm water over your skin. Every now and then when the hot jet hit your nipples and you gasp softly at how sensitive they still are. Running a light finger over the nubs there react instantly growing taunt. Biting your lip closing your eyes you think back to the night you had together. Moving your hand down over your rolls and reaching your mount you moan softly once you slip your finger between your folds and touch your highly sensitive nub, feeling how moist you were from last night and thinking about him didn’t help on it either. Breathing deeply I force yourself to stop and finish your shower and step out drying yourself before heading into the bedroom again. The sun now shining at full force through the curtains. Standing by the old mirror still wrapped in your bath towel you looked over yourself letting the towel drop to the floor as you reached for your panties. Once you had them on you studied yourself in the mirror. A roll here, and extra one there. ‘I really had to get rid of that, I couldn’t look like this when I’m dating Chris, he can’t be seen with a fat person like me on the red carpet.’ You think to yourself sucking your stomach in stretching your neck trying to find an angle where you look the thinnest. 

“What are you doing Y/N?” You jump slightly startled by the sound of Chris’ voice and feel yourself blush crimson red at being caught. “Oh, uhm.. nothing.!” Chris pushes of the door frame and walk over to you wrapping his arms around you from behind you looking into your yes via the mirror. “Y/N, be honest… Please..!” You have a hard time keeping eyes contact with him not wanting to admit what you had just been doing. “Y/N!?” You hear him ask again and you reluctantly met his eyes. “I was thinking I need to lose the extra weight I had, I’m too fat!” You see Chris frown as he loosens his hold to move around, to stand in front of you and tightens his hold on you again. “Where does this come from?” Chris ask with a worried look in his eyes. Resting your hand on his shoulders you bit your lip again. “It’s just…. I still can’t believe that a person like… me… got my hands on you!” Chris presses his lips against your forehead standing like this for a moment before saying anything.. “Y/N baby, please don’t ever think like that… Please?” You smile apologetically. “Sorry”. Chris moved his hands to cup your face. “It’s your imperfections, that makes you perfect, at least in my eyes. I don’t care that you weigh more than you should, I’m with you for who you are inside, that’s the one I love.” He kisses you again and you fell him smirk against your lips. “That you have a nice ass that I can grab that’s just a plus.” He says wiggling his brows and you giggle.

Chris Slowly began walking you backwards still smirking at you. “I believe breakfast can wait.” You step backward carefully until you reach the bed and Chris keeps going until you sit on the bed looking up at him. “Lay down” Chris commands you and you obey still looking up at him as he leans down over you kissing you deeply before making his way down over your body reaching first your right nipple circling it with his tongue and closes his lips around it sucking into his mouth with he teases your left nipple by rolling it between his finger tugging lightly at it, making you moan. Chris looks up at you from under his lashes moving to the left repeating the teasing there and the same with his hand. Hearing him groan you can feel his erection against your thigh through his boxers and you reach down but he catches you hand before you get far. “No!” He said giving you a hard look and pins your hand to the bed. “Naughty girl!” You watch him carefully as the smirk reappear on his face as he moves his free hand down over your body and slips it under your panties and reach your folds and quickly finds your clit flickering it with his index finger making you moan aloud. Hearing him breath a laugh. “Tsh tsh tsh… Oh so wet baby, someone didn’t get enough during the night, that I can have on me.” He added his middle finger rolling it between his fingers madding you shudder. “Please…” Was all you could say as he gave your clit some TLC building on your climax twice you were about to cum but his stopped in time and you whimpered in frustration. “Patience baby” he cooed making his way down your body kissing his way down your body. “Lift your butt!” He asked and you quickly did as asked and he slipped your panties off and kissed your mount running the tip of his tongue over your folds, sucking you swollen bud between his lips switching between flicks and long laps of his tongue over your clit. You squirmed under his thorough and intense treatment raising you pelvic to meet his tongue, the climax was at a breaking point, Chris feeling this slipped two fingers into your hungry core and crocked his fingers rubbing your sweet spot along with sucking your clit, making your climax crash over you engulfing you as you scream out your climax. “Fu… uck… Chr… Ple…se Stop” You whimpered aloud Chris not stopping prolonging you release finally making you squirt. Chris licking up you love juices he growled appreciatively as he stopped. “Mmm baby, Delicious!” He kissed the inside of your thigh before moving back enough. “On your knees baby!” You look up at him and he gave you a stare with dark desire in them and you do as told turning around getting on your hands and knees. Moments later you feel his hands on your hips as he playfully bit your right ass cheek. “Perfect!” He says and push a couple of finger deep inside of you without any warning, making you gasp aloud, and quickly removes them to coat his manhood. Feeling his left hand on your hip again as he guides his length to your core teasing your opening pushing just the tip inside pulling out again, doing this multiple time you whimper and beg. “Please Chris..” He grins teasingly “Please what?” You whimper in frustration looking at him from over your shoulder. “Please Chris Take me!!” Hearing what he wanted to hear he grabbed both your hips and slowly pushes in sinking all the way to the bottom settling there before moving again. “God, Y/N you feel so fucking good!” and you purr in response. He starts moving in and out of you his thrusts getting harder and faster and you move to meet him. You bring a hand down finding your own clit rubbing it hard whimpering deeply at the sensations it is giving you. You tighten around Chris and he growls in response. “Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum!” he groan tighten his hold on your hips. You can feel him throb deep inside of you. “Cum for me baby” He groans between thrusts and your climax engulfs you and Chris follows seconds later filling you with his seed. Panting his rests his forehead against your back. “Fuck baby, you’re amazing!” You purr and smile. “As are you baby!” You both move to lay on the bed, you snuggle into him as he runs a soft hand along your spin and kisses your forehead before lifting you face softly with a finger under your chin to look into your eyes. “Y/N Please don’t doubt yourself, or change who you are. I love you just the way you are!” You smile and kiss the palm of his hand. “I promise, to the best of my abilities.” You lean in and kiss him deeply. “I love you too Chris.”

Chris’ stomach starts to rumble and you rub his stomach. “America’s ass needs some much needed food.” You say kissing him again before getting up and put a tee on looking at him and grins. “15 mins and there’s French toast!”

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To Spice Things Up (One-shot)

Summary: You and Chris decide to spice things up in the bedroom but will Chris enjoy it as much as you? Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader Word Count: 2k Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, toy usage (female receiving), light bondage, restriction, kinda rough sex, language, fluff A/N: I tried so hard not to make this just porn but oh well! Enjoy 😂 Feedback is welcomed 💜  thank you @one-big-dreamer ! *gif from google* 

“You sure about this?” Chris cocked his head to the side, a smirk threatening to appear on his face as he lifted the bondage rope that rested in the palm of his hands.

You shift, so you sit on your knees, humming in answer to his question. “I’m way too excited to back out of this now.” You playfully bit your lip, suppressing a giggle when you hear Chris growl at your words.

Ever since you told him you wanted to get fucked with your favorite dildo while tied up, Chris had been going crazy for weeks, asking where this thrill of an idea came from and if you were being serious.

You definitely were.

Your sex life was anything but plain or boring, frankly, it was filled with passion and love. Curiosity and the fact that you were horny had gotten the best of you one night when the idea randomly had emerged in your head. Well, not randomly- you wanted to be a little minx and see how Chris would react about it. He was lost for words, nonchalantly saying a small “ok” however, you knew he was going berserk.

You usually didn’t share crazy sex fantasies, but the idea and constant daydreaming of ‘what could’ refused to leave you alone, causing a warm tingly feeling in your stomach and weakness between the legs at night. You knew Chris was okay with you using a toy whenever you needed a quick release but he’d prefer you used him rather than something made out of silicone.

Today was the night that your fantasy will become a reality and the two of you were filled with excitement, nervousness, and anxiety, not knowing if this will turn out for the best. Or worst.

“Lie down for me, baby,” Chris said in a husky tone, licking his lips to the sight of your black lace panties and matching bra. You obliged, slowly lowering yourself on the mattress as the blood in your veins rushed to your cheeks, heating your skin at what was to come. Chris stood in front of you, shirtless and in his grey sweatpants, giving you the perfect sight of the outline of his cock. You bit the inside of your cheek from moaning, the anticipation killing you.

“Did you watch a video on how to do this?” You breathlessly said, yanking your thoughts away from the distraction. Chris simply chuckled, continuing to wrap the ropes around your thighs and legs. Your skin erupted in goosebumps, making your nipples hard and pressing against the flimsy fabric of your bra.

Chris tore his eyes away from his work to look up at you. “Yeah, I did. Had to make sure I’m doing this right or I’d be in risk of hurting you and I don’t want that happening.”

Your eyes went soft to Chris’ efforts of making sure you were safe regardless of your fantasy and you admired that. You went to lift your hand to cup his jaw but then you remembered you were restricted. “Oops,” you laughed to yourself, shaking your head as you felt a pinch of embarrassment. Chris huffed out a laugh with you, leaning close by you to peck your lips.

“There, does that work?” He mocked, grabbing another rope and wrapping your arms with it.

“Wow,” Chris swallowed, stepping back as his eyes scanned your body. You were in a frog tie while laying on your back, your calves touching the back of your thighs and your hands and forearms tied together to restrict you from doing anything.

Inhaling deeply, you look down at yourself and the heat returned to your cheeks. But your brows furrowed, noticing you had forgotten to take off your undergarments because now they were impossible to take off unless Chris untied you. “Chris, I forgot to take off my panties…”

Chris was standing in front of the dresser with the dildo in hand as he turned around and walked back towards the bed. “Nah, I didn’t forget.” He toyed with a smirk, crawling on the bed until he faced your clothed cunt.

Your eyes widened at his demeanor, “Hold up Chr- ah fuck,” You moaned, throwing your head back whilst arching your back when you felt the pad of his middle finger rub your bundle of nerves, shooting electrifying pulses through your body. You were already sensitive from the build-up so the friction was the cherry on top, leaving you writhing and needy.

Chris groaned at the scent of your arousal, cupping his dick with his other hand to release some of the pressure, sensing his blood rushing to the head of his member. Your obscene sounds were driving him nuts already and he barely started. He could see your slick seeping through your panties, coating his fingers as he continued to rub your clit.

“Jesus babygirl. You’re already wet. I guess we won’t be needing the lube.” His toned dropped a few levels, sending a shiver down your spine as you rolled your hips, craving for more.

“K-keep doing that,” you incited, your mouth dropping open, the pleasure building and progressing. Desperate to play with your breasts, you tugged at the restraints but it didn’t budge, leaving you defeated and whimpering to get loose.

Chris chuckled darkly at your pathetic attempts, “Isn’t this what you wanted, huh? Of course it is, look how wet you are Y/N.” He grinned, licking his lips as he pulled your panties to the side, growling to the sight of your drenched cunt. Chris clenched his jaw, the hunger to eat your pussy surfaced and it only made matters worse. You happened to look down and gasped, noting how dark Chris’ eyes looked, not a tinge of green or blue but black. They were as dark as a room with no light, sinister and free of his gentle side.

“Oh my god,” you breathed, in fear that you were going to be paralyzed with sincere pleasure.

You cautiously watched as he took the purple dildo in hand and spread the lips of your cunt, slowly pushing in the tip. He wanted you to feel every second of the stretch, observing your jaw going slack and a moan following after. You tried pushing your hips closer to get more but Chris placed his hand on your thigh, stopping you from doing so.

“Please Chris,” You whimpered in a sultry tone, pouting your lips in hopes Chris would take it easy on you, however it was the opposite of that.

He wanted to enjoy, no, savor his time tormenting you, knowing you were loving every moment of it or else he wouldn’t see you come undone like this, a complete mess. Deciding not to waste any time, Chris pushed the entire dildo in your cunt till its base was flush against your pussy.

“Oh fuck!” You hissed, clenching your walls around the toy as your breathing became labored, your lungs struggling for oxygen but the lack of it was intoxicating to say the least, and you couldn’t be more thrilled and satisfied.

Chris pulled the toy out then carefully slammed it back in, continuing this motion as he listened to how wet you were. If only it were his cock instead of the toy, then he’d have his real fun with you. He can practically feel the pre-come on the tip of his cock, his balls pulsating to every moan and whimper that spills out your mouth.

“Look at you… didn’t know you’d look so pretty stuffed like this,” Chris whispered before sucking on his bottom lip. It was the only thing helping him from fucking you himself.

The restriction you were in prevented you from doing anything, especially from moving away from the violation your pussy was enduring. You took what Chris was giving you and you were drugged by it- overwhelmed with its immense pleasure that it left you light headed and yearning for more. You were digging the side of your cheek into a pillow as you tried to hold back your orgasm, not wanting the euphoria to go away.

Chris roughly grabbed your jaw, making you look at him as he growled, “Tell me when you’re about to come.” The command enough pushed you to your limits as you felt the familiar tingle sensation in your abdomen as it tightens, your walls starting to pulsate around the toy. And before you knew it, you reached your climax.

“Chris!” You screamed, releasing yourself around the toy but it was quickly pulled out for you to notice and replaced with Chris’ cock. He pumped his member animalistically, grabbing the ropes around your forearms as leverage to fuck you nice and hard. He allowed his hips to rhythmically move in a pace that had you gasping for air, forgetting that you just orgasmed.

“Fuck, baby. That feels so good. So damn good,” you cried with a groan, biting your lower lip as the sensitivity worsened by the second.  

Moan after moan was music to Chris’ ears, but his cock had been getting the bad end of it, desiring for some kind of release so he couldn’t help himself. Not when you were like this in front of him. How could he not enjoy this like you were. “That's it babygirl. Tell me how much you love my cock in your pussy. I think it’s a perfect fit, wouldn’t you say?” He mocked, gritting his teeth as he could feel you clench around him, causing his jaw to go slack. “I love it when I can feel you squeeze around me,” he admitted, thrusting.

You were beginning to see stars and weren’t sure if you’d be able to hold on for much longer. You knew what he was trying to get you to say, but you refused to say it, not wanting to give in that easily. “At least the toy made me come quicker,” you sassed, earning a glare from Chris.

But he let those words fly over his head as he leaned down and kissed you hard. It was heated and messy yet empowering. The friction from his beard added to how his touches left you needing for more- unable to pull away because it left a fire deep inside you, a fire of passion and love.

You pulled away for air as Chris continued to kiss your jaw then down your neck, greedy to get every inch of you. And with a few more thrusts, Chris aimed for your g spot repeatedly which threw you over the edge. Chris quickly followed behind, not being able to handle how tight your pussy wrapped around his cock- white ribbons of semen spilling and coating your walls.

In all your years of having sex, you hadn’t come so hard and you assume you could say the same for Chris. He groaned as the last jerks of come spill out before he went slack against you, making sure not to put all his weight on top of you.

Once your orgasm subsided, you softly kissed the side of Chris’ sweaty head to see if he was alright in which he hummed as a sign he was good. You whimpered when he tried to move, your pussy quivering due to its severe sensitivity. Chris carefully leaned up on his forearms on either side of you as he looked down with a smirk. “I never thought a toy would lead me to have the most amazing sex ever.” He chuckled, pushing the strands of hair that were glued to your forehead away from your face.

You watched him with hooded eyes, a smirk spreading across your face, “I’m glad you’re turning sides now,” you hummed.

“Baby, you’re forgetting who was doing the real work now,” he reminded, quirking a brow before leaning down to place a gentle, sweet kiss on your head. You playfully rolled your eyes and giggled.

“Get me out of these ropes so I can love you properly.”

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[sunshine-and-bumblebee]

Long Day

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader 

Summary: You want to come home from work and relax but you soon realize that Chris is having an off day. You both want to make each other feel better. 

Word Count: 1470

Warnings: Smut, oral sex (female receiving), & language. Please don’t read if you are under 18. 

a/n: I wrote this months ago, i just reread it and changed it up a bit. If you want to be tagged in any of my writing just shoot me a message or an ask and I will be more than happy to tag you! Leave a like, comment or reblog, I love getting feedback <3 

“Ugh, today has been a horrible day,” you sigh as you walk through the door of your apartment. You close the door and your purse and keys on the kitchen counter.

“What’s wrong, honey?” Chris asks from the living room, turning his body to look at you.

“My boss is such an asshole and loves to give me all the work to do. Can you believe he makes me do work at work!” Chris shakes his head and laughs a little. “Wow actually working at work, what a concept.”

You shake your head in annoyance and head towards the bedroom. As your walking you come to the realization that Chris is still in his work clothes. Red and navy blue flannel with dark blue jeans. Seeing him in his work clothes always gets you all hot and bothered, and you just think about him sawing that wood all day long. It’s drives you crazy.

“Where are you going, little miss?” He turns the television off and gets up from off the couch. He is following you down the hall that leads to your guys bedroom. You are taking off your jewelry. “I’m going to take a bath, I just want to relax a little.”

“Do you want me to draw you a bath?” He calls out from the bathroom. “Yes, please.” As he is running the water for you, you are getting undressed and putting on your robe in the bedroom.

You’re in the bath for about an hour and had just gotten out and put your black robe on when Chris comes to the door. He knocks a little and then proceeds to slowly open it. He’s still in his work clothes and you just can’t help but put your hands all over him. You’re kissing his lips so passionately like you haven’t seen him days and you’re really getting into it, but he stops you.

“Why are you making me stop?” Your voice was so low, almost like a whisper. “I just don’t want to do this right now.” He turns around to walk out of the room, closes the door behind him and heads to the bedroom. You don’t quite understand what’s going on with him. You finish up throwing on your clothes in the bathroom and grab your things. You follow not too far behind him. You have this worried look on your face because you don’t know what is wrong. He is always such a happy guy. You climb on top of the bed and cuddle up next to him.

“What’s wrong, Chris?” You can see the sadness in his eyes but he just answers with, “Nothing, honey. Can we just cuddle and watch tv before we cook dinner?” You nod your head and say of course and lay your head on his chest.

He kisses the top of your head, “I love you, baby girl.”

“I love you too, babe.” ** After dinner, you tell Chris to just go get comfortable and get in bed, you’ll be in after you clean up from dinner. You’re still in your robe but you have a black tank top and red panties on underneath it. You clean up from dinner and turn off the remaining lights that are on, then head to Chris in the bedroom.

“Hey, Chr-” you stop mid sentence because you notice that he is fast asleep. You tip toe over to his side of the bed and place a long kiss on his cherry lips. He lets out a soft moan as your lips part from his. And just as you turn to walk away he pulls you right back in by the bottom of your robe.

“Hey come back here, baby. You aren’t getting away that easy.” His mood had changed completely, you weren’t complaining but what had changed. You liked this new attitude though. You fall right on top of him when he pulled you back. Your faces right in line with one another, staring into each other’s eyes.

“Well are you going to kiss me or not?” you said jokingly with a little pout.

“Am I going to kiss you? Baby, I’m going to do more than just kiss you!” He rolls you over so he is now hovering over you and he slowly unties your robe with the slightest of touch. He makes direct eye contact with you, never leaving his sight the whole time he is undoing it.

He runs his fingers down your side and kisses right below your ear. He whispers in your ear, “I’m going to sex you up real good.” You both laugh at the same time because he has never said anything like that before.

You bite your lower lip as he gently starts planting kisses all the way down your body starting at your nose and ending at your naval. He can tell how much his touch you are living hi touch and the effect it is having on you. He steadily removes your red panties with his teeth and that drives you wild. Your breathing starts to get heavy and you manage to mumble out “hurry up, you’re taking to long.” He smirks at you and you know exactly what is coming and there is no going back.

He goes down on you gracefully and takes his time. He is gentlest lover you have ever had. But he can be rough when he wants too. His mouth always felt amazing and his tongue work was out of this world. Luckily for you he is growing his facial hair out and boy, did it feel good on your inner thighs. You’re running your fingers through his hair, pulling it every time he hits the right spot. “Chris, I’m-” you moan out.

“Shh shh, I know baby. Not yet.” You try your best to contain yourself but damn he is just so good at it, the things he does with his tongue. It’s magic and takes your breath away. Just when you think he is going to give you a break, he starts fingering your folds in a nice slow manner. And if you know anything about Chris, you know that all the fingering is accurate.

“Daddy, just fuck me already,” you say breathlessly. He removes his finger from inside of you and you sigh at the loss of contact. He sucks your juices from his fingers and gets up on his knees to remove his flannel, but you stop him and say “leave it on, just unbutton it” with a wink. He goes to remove his underwear in the dorkiest of fashions and you both laugh. That is one thing about Chris he is the dorkiest guy ever and that’s what you love most about him.

You remove your robe and your shirt the rest of the way then he climbs on top of you, showering you with open mouthed kisses all over your mouth and neck. Your hips rise in search to find his, they connect and your grinding on one another. His hand guides his length to find your aching hole and once he is in, it is game over. As he starts off slow moving in and out, it drives you mad. You pull him in as close to you as possible, you become one with each other. His hips rocking back and forth with yours, his head nuzzled in your neck, you couldn’t think of anywhere else you’d rather be. He begins to pick up the tempo and your moans get louder and louder each time. You’re scratching his back with your nails and suddenly you feel you need to dominate.

You roll him over and you have all the power now. You hear his breath hitch as you got on top. You place your hand on his chest and he grabs your hips. You ride him like there is no tomorrow, and you can see how surprised he is that you’re doing this. “Damn baby, I didn’t know you had it in you,” he says with a smile on his face.

“Stop talking, Chris” you say as you throw your head back. You pick up your thrust and start to go a little fast, rolling your hips back and forth and Chris don’t know what hit him. “Baby, I’m so close,” he moans. Without even thinking you throw Chris’ words right back at him, “shh shh, baby. Not yet.”

You thrust a little longer until you see it in his eyes that he could combust at any moment. “Go ahead.” you say and you both release at the same time. You fall over to the side to catch your breath. You open your eyes and turn to look at him, “I’ll have to do that more often.” He looks at you and says, “I’d like that, baby girl.”

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[sonofadeanwinchester]

Someday Darling (Part Twelve)

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven

Summary: Leaving LA to go to New York to spend time with your brother might just be the worst/best decision of your life.

Words: 1,140

Student!Sebastian x Reader ; Actor!Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: SWEARING (y’all should just expect that by now) ; FLUFF ; accusations of cheating???

A/N: THIS IS MY NEW STORY! WELCOME ONE WELCOME ALL! If you wanna be tagged, don’t be shy and let me know! ;)

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I woke up to my phone vibrating like crazy on the nightstand. Sebastian was still in the bed, arm draped over his eyes, snoring lightly. I turned to see the name on the screen CHRIS. I shook my head but answered anyway. "What?"

"God, it's about time. I've been trying to get a hold of your for a hours now. What are you doing?" He sounded genuinely concerned.

"The fuck do you care?" I was still half asleep, but I wasn't about to put up with his shit.

"(y/n), come o, it's been a week. Can't we move past this and go back to being in love?" He sighed loudly. "I don't even know why you got so angry. I wasn't accusing you of anything."

I stood up, pacing the floor. My movement was light so Seb stayed asleep, I whispered. "Chris, I don't want to talk about this right now. And for the record, you did accuse me of wanting to sleep with Sebastian."

"Babe, come on. I didn't accuse you and I trust you enough not to kiss him let alone have sex with him." He was sounding desperate.

"Well, Chris sorry to burst your bubble, but Sebastian kissed me and I liked it." I whispered again, turning my back from the bed.

"(y/n), he kissed you. You couldn't control that." He was sounding very desperate now. "Why are you whispering?"

I paused my movements, turning my head towards the sound behind me. Sebastian was awake now, shuffling around in the sheets. He smiled at me and I waved lightly. "Hey." I whispered.

"(y/n), why the fuck are you whispering and who the fuck did you just whisper hey to so sweetly? Oh my fucking God, he is in your bed isn't he. God dammit." His voice dropped in anger.

I smirked into the phone, but felt guilty afterwards. Yes, I wanted to be done with him but I didn't want to hurt him so bad. "Chr-"

"Did you sleep with him?"

"What?" My breath caught in my throat.

"Did I fucking stutter?"

Tears were pricking the back of my eyes, "no."

A sigh filled the phone, "I don't believe you."

A wave of anger came over me again, the fury burning my eyes. "See, I open up and I’m honest with you and you go ahead and say that you don't believe me when I say I didn't fuck Sebastian."

Seb was behind me now, worry sketched on his face, he was listening to the phone call. He mouthed that he wanted to talk to him, I shook my head but he took the phone anyway. "Hello?"

"Hello? Who the fuck is this?" Chris was angry, and confused.

"This is the guy you are accusing you girlfriend of fucking."

"Fucking Sebastian. Look man, my problem isn't with you. Put (y/n) back on the phone, now." He was getting more furious by the second.

Seb's eyebrows shot up and he tsked his tongue. "Listen, buddy. You're problem is with me now since I didn't fuck your girl, or should I say your ex-girl. She just might break up with you  because you're being a complete dick." He ran his hand through his hair. "And for the record, you lost the best thing that ever happened to you. (y/n) is beautiful. She’s sweet, kind and sensitive and over all the most amazing person I’ve ever met. I plan to treat her the proper way, not like you did by fucking some other chick in England. Have some respect for yourself and your women dude. Seriously." Then he hung up the phone. "Fucking moron."

I stood in front of him, hand over my mouth, silent tears slipping down my face. He tossed the phone onto the bed and came to me, wrapping me in his arms, cooing into my ear. "Hey, listen. He's an idiot and he was upset, he didn't mean any of those things."

I shook my head into his chest, watching my tears soak through his grey t-shirt. "No Seb. He meant every word he said, he actually thought I slept with you."

Seb shrugged against me, "let him think what he wants. Besides, if he really has that big of problem, I'd like to see him get his pussy ass down here, so I get tell him the exact same thing to his face."

I chuckled into his chest, wounding my fingers tightly into his shirt. "Seb, I think a part of me wanted him to call, to beg me to come back but now that he has and it didn't go the way I wanted in my head, I don't know. I think I finally feel broken, like it's over .. for real." I sobbed into his chest and he just held me.

He led me back to the bed and sat down, placing me gently onto his lap, rubbing my back with one hand and the other placed protectively over my legs. "(y/n), I won't let him hurt you ever again."

I felt so safe in his arms, so warm and comfortable. I felt myself begin to calm down, my tears flowing. I lifted my head up, locking eyes with him. He looked back at me and smiled shyly. I brought a hand to his face and he leaned into my touch. My gaze looked over his face and drifted to his pink, plump lips. I leaned in slowly and kissed him. He pulled away and looked shocked. "(y/n).

I shook my head, "I need you to kiss me right now, please." Tears were starting to flow again and he nodded, placing his lips back onto mine. I turned myself in his lap so I had a leg on either side of his body. Leaning into the kiss, I deepened it. His tongue broke through my lips and played with mine. I felt his hands slide up my thighs and wrap around my waist. He pulled me into him closer, letting me run my fingers through his hair. I pulled at the roots as his mouth left my own and made a trail of kisses on my neck. I moaned lightly and felt him chuckle against my skin.

He pulled away suddenly and lifted me off his lap. "I can't do anymore without wanting to take you in this bed right now. Please, just let this kiss be enough for right now."

I sat on the bed, panting and nodded, trying to comprehend what had just took place. "Of course."

He thanked me and kissed my forehead. "I have to shower."

I smiled at him, lips tight and crawled back under the blankets. Letting my thoughts drift to the kiss with Sebastian and how right it felt to be in his arms, even for only a few moments.

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[marvelousheroes]

Fighting for Your Affection

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader, Sebastian Stan x Reader 

Request: Hi! Could you please write an imagine/ series where the reader has to choose between Sebastian and Chris and they're both fighting for your affection pretty hard..? You can choose who they end up with! I love your imagines😊 by @weasley16

Word count: 1220

A/N: I hope that this was what you were waiting for! :D I’m so happy to hear that you love my imagines! I always get seriously happy and excited when I hear that. I love you all! Also: Choosing between these too cuties was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.

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“Good morning Chris!” you greeted Evans as he walked to the set. You had been cast in the fourth Avengers movie as one of the superheroes where you had been working for a few weeks now.

“Morning Y/N!” he gave you a big smile and handed you a coffee. “I bought you this” he continued as you took the cup from his hand.

“Oh, thank you so much” you grinned at him and gave him a small hug. “I really needed this” you yawned and took a sip.

“Hey Y/N!” you heard Sebastian shout at you from behind making you turn around. “I brought you a—” Sebastian stopped when he noticed the coffee in your hand. “—coffee” he finished disappointedly. “I see you already have one” he laughed disappointedly.

“Well after getting like no sleep last night I’m really going to need the second coffee asap” you laughed taking the cup from Sebastian’s hand. “I’ll just switch drinks after every sip” you grinned widely at the guys. “Thank you” you smiled at Sebastian sweetly and took a sip from the cup he gave. After standing in an awkward silence for a while you coughed a bit. “Okay, now I really need to go get my makeup done” you pointed at the direction of the makeup trailer.

“I’ll walk with you” Chris answered a bit too fast making Sebastian give him a death stare.

“Yeah, I’ll come with you two. I have to go that way anyway” Sebastian smiled at you but gave Chris a smug look when you didn’t look.

“Okay thanks guys. Don’t know if I could have survived the two-minute walk all by myself” you said sarcastically, laughing at the way the guys were behaving.

You walked into the makeup trailer and greeted your makeup artist. She looked at the coffees in your hands and gave you a questioning look.

“Had a rough night?” she asked pointing at your coffees.

“Hah, yeah, Sebastian and Chris both brought me coffee this morning” you explained and put the coffees on a table.

“Oh, I see” she gave you a knowing smile leaving you confused.

“What?” you let out a small laughter.

“Oh, nothing. Just thinking what great friends you have” she winked at you and turned to her things.

“Yeah I have” you laughed confusedly and sat on the chair.

“Thanks that was great!” The director shouted at you, Sebastian, and Chris as you finished a scene. You had been filming for a few hours and you were absolutely starving.

“Oh finally, a lunch break!” you exclaimed exhaustedly.

“Hey, you wanna go eat at that new restaurant a few miles away?” Sebastian asked you with a small smile.

“Yeah, I’ve been wanting to go check that place out!” you said excitedly. Just thinking about food made your stomach let out a loud rumble. “Okay I need food FAST, let’s go,” you laughed at Sebastian and turned to Chris with an asking look.

“Oh, I have to film another scene before I can have my lunch break. But you guys have fun” Chris smiled through gritted teeth.

“Oh, that’s too bad” you gave him a disappointed look. “Well, I’ll see you later” you waved at him and walked away with Sebastian.

The next day you were sitting in your trailer between scenes when you heard a knock on your door.

“Hey Y/N” Chris smiled widely as you opened the door.

“Hey Chr...is” you almost asked when you noticed the flowers he was holding. “What’s with the flowers” you asked him with a small blush.

“They’re for you. Happy one-month anniversary in the Avengers” Chris handed you the flowers making you smile widely.

“Oh Chris, thank you! They are so beautiful” you took the flowers and gestured him to come in. “I didn’t even realize that I’ve been here for a month already” you confessed as you put the flowers on a table.

“Well I could never forget the day I first met you” he gave you a sweet smile making you blush ten times brighter.

“It’s so weird that it has only been a month and yet, I feel like I’ve already known you for years,” you said and sat next to him. He turned to face you and looked deep into your eyes.

“Yeah” he gave you a small smile. He looked at both of your eyes in turns almost like he was intensely pondering something.

“What is it” you laughed a bit.

“What?” he gave you a questioning look making you shake your head.

“It just seemed like you were really thinking about something” you smiled a bit. “You know you can tell me anything that’s in your mind,” you gave him a reassuring smile and grabbed his hand. He looked at you for a while then at your hands. He squeezed your hand a bit and turned his gaze to your eyes again.

“Okay look,” he started and took a big breath. “I really like you. I’ve liked you since the moment I met you” he continued, and you smiled at him widely.

“Well, I like you too Chris” you grinned making him shake his head.

“No, not like that, I mean like I’ve been trying to flirt with you for a month now” he laughed still shaking his head. “I get it if you don’t feel the same way about me. It’s just a small crush, I’ll get over it” he continued with a nervous laughter.

“Oh,” was all you could say. After sitting in silence for a few seconds Chris stood up and gave you a sad smile.

“It’s okay, I understand” he started to head to your door when you stopped him by grabbing his hand. Chris turned to you with a confused look and you hesitated for a second. You gave him the widest smile and kissed him gently. “Does this mean—” Chris started, and you nodded your head.

“You know if you had been a bit more obvious about your crush we could have saved a ton of time” you laughed, still standing so close to him you could almost feel his heartbeat.

“Okay the only way I could have been more obvious is if I had had it written in the freaking sky” he laughed, and you buried your head to his chest.

“Okay, maybe I’m a bit oblivious when it comes to things like this” you laughed while still hiding your face in his chest.

“Yeah, just a bit” he said sarcastically and wrapped his hands around you.

“Hey Y/N, Happy on—” Sebastian said while knocking on your door and stopped when he saw you and Chris. You lifted your head from Chris’ chest and walked to Sebastian.

“Oh hey! You, too, remembered my one-month anniversary here?” you smiled at Sebastian who was holding a box of chocolate.

“Yeah” Sebastian laughed nervously. “I just came to give you these and congratulate you. I’ll leave you two alone now” Sebastian gave you a small smile and handed the chocolates.

“Thank you Seb!” you smiled at him as he walked away. “So sweet” you turned to Chris and put down the box. “Seriously, does everyone else remember that I’ve been here for a month but me” you laughed as you walked back to Chris. He let out a small laugh and pulled you in a hug.

“Oh, so cute but so oblivious” he muttered with a smile.

“What?” you let out a laugh.

“Nothing” he smiled at you and gave you a kiss on your forehead.

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