All Worth It

Ok I have request where Chris Evans got nominated by a random movie. His florist or highschool teacher, reader was there to support him. He decided to propose to her in front of the celebs and everyone watching on tv

Happiest Man Alive

A/N: Sorry, I couldn't think of anything worse than being proposed to on international television. I’d say no out of pure angst of being asked like that. Sorry Chrissy. But this is still very cute! Hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: All characters and events written, even those based on real people are entirely fictional and are no representation or comment of said characters in real life.

Chris came into your shared bedroom, holding a zipped-up dress bag. 

 “It cameee.” He sang hovering over you in the bed. 

 “What came?” 

 “Your dress. For the Oscars this Saturday remember?”  

“What! Chris, I told you I was just gonna wear that black one in my closet, it’s perfectly fine.”

 “Yeah, I know, it’s a great dress but it’s dull. You weren’t made to blend into the crowd and besides I wanted to treat you.”  

You got up and took the bag from his hand. The dress felt heavy in your hand, and you wondered what he would of picked out. 

 “What if it doesn’t fit?”

 “I doubt it, was custom made to your measurements.” He smirked at you.

 “Chris! That would have costed hundreds if not thousands of dollars you can’t spend that much on me.”  

“Yeah, well too late I already did now come on go try it on!” Shoving you into your wardrobe and closing the door behind him.

 “I’m not opening this door until you put the dress on.”

 You sighed, hanging it up on the hook, you slowly unzipped the bag.

 You gasped when you glimpsed the first detail. 

 It was beautiful. The sheer body-hugging fabric was garnished in individual hand stitched flowers, embossed onto the dress. Each one different from the next sewed all the way to the floor and on the sleeves. 

(This dress but LONG)

Slowly, you took it off the hanger, stepping into the gown. 

 “I need some help with the zipper.” You called out to Chris

 He opened the door, frozen in his step when he saw you in it.

 “Wow.” He breathed out in whisper.

 Pulling your hair to the side, you turned your back on him. “A little help please.”

 “Of course, yeah… sorry.”

 His warm hands made contact with the skin of your back, pulling the zipper upwards smoothly. 

 “Perfect fit.” He whispered in your ear, turning you towards the mirror to look at yourself properly.

 “Florals for my florist.” He grinned

 “Chris, this is beautiful I don’t know what to say.”

 “Thank you is a good start.” He chuckled.

 You turned around to face him. Embracing him in a kiss. 

 “Thank you.” You whispered on his lips.

 “It’s my pleasure… really.” His hands delicately grasping your hips. 

 “Hair and makeup are coming at 2, and I booked you in to get your nails done tomorrow at 4. Keep it simple yeah?”

 “You’re doing too much Christopher.”

 “Nonsense nothing is ever too much for my girl.” Closing the space between your lips once more.

You finally got to look at yourself all done up in the mirror. Your hair in a bouncy blowout falling on your shoulders, your makeup done in a way where you looked flawless, yet your natural features stood out. 

 You were kind of shocked Chris chose such a neutral tone for your nails seeing as he usually loved your standard red shade, but you assumed it was a fashion choice to match the dress better. 

 “Hey, baby the car’s out front are you read-”

 “Jesus.” It was his second time seeing you in the dress, but he was equally blown away as the first time. He stood there just admiring you for a moment, beaming like an idiot as he let out the breath, he didn’t realize he was holding in. 

 You looked beautiful everyday of course. But knowing that today was the day and that he was staring at the woman he was going to make his wife heightened his appreciation of you. 

 You and Chris met while he was buying flowers for Lisa at your store in midtown Boston. He spent 2 hours pretending to find “the perfect bouquet” just so he could watch and listen to you talk about flowers endlessly. He was enamored by you. The fact you had your own thriving business, the way your hair at the top of your head tied up with random ribbon, how knowledgeable you were about different types of flowers and all the possible color and breed combinations. 

 He knew one day he was gonna make you his… for good.

 After the wild carpet walk in which cameras flashed everywhere and reports kept asking you about your custom gown, complimenting the stunning and relevant choice for a florist. Chris led you into the grand hall.

 “You ok honey?” His hand pulling you closer by your waist.

 “Yeah, I just don’t think I’ve ever gotten that much attention on the carpet, Jesus.” You puffed out a breath, running your hairs through your hair.

 “Told ya you weren’t mean to blend in.” He winked at you.

 “Come on we are sitting over here.”

 The night went on as you drank and ate, mingling with people at your table and clapping when winners and nominees were announced. 

 It was coming up to “Best Actor in A Short Film” Chris instantly got nervous, his hand instinctively going to your thigh. 

 While he didn’t know if he was going to win, he knew he was going homme with his most prized possession tonight you. The ring box secured in his jacket pocket. He was planning to take you on a walk down at the pier after and propose to you there.  

 He had been working with Mark on this short film for ages. It was his second time directing and acting and he was incredibly proud of the result. The Oscar’s nomination in itself was a massive acknowledgement of his hard work. 

 The camera panned over the Chris who gave a small wave as Jimmy Kimmel announced the nominees one by one.

 “And the Oscar for Best Actor in A Short Film goes to…” Slowly opening the envelope. 

 You leaned over to Chris whispering to him,

 “It’s going to be you.”

 “No, it’s not.” He brushed over your comment.

 “CHRIS EVANS.” Announced Jimmy

 The crowd roared and stood in applause as Chris was announced. 

 He immediately embraced you in a hug.

 “Congrats baby!” You cheered.

 “Come with me.” He whispered to you.

 “Chris, I cant!”

 “Yes you can come on.” 

 Chris lead you by your hand through the crowd reciprocating high fives and cheers as went.  He stood in his tuxedo on the stage, accepting his golden statue. You to the side, a little nervous but beaming with pride and excitement. 

 Thank you, Thank you so much for this. Ya know this project was a vision I had with Mark Kassen and none of it would have been possible without the incredible cast and crew who had helped us not only make this vision come to life, but better than we thought it could be. 

 There are so many people I have to thank for this award but honestly, I wouldn’t been up here or even be performing to the level I did, without the encouragement and support of my beautiful girlfriend, Y/N.

 The camera panned on you as you blew a kiss with your hand.

 And you know, I wasn’t planning on doing this now, but I want everyone here tonight and the folks watching on TV; Hi mom, Hi dad, Hi Y/N’s parents! To know, while this award is amazing, I still would have gone home happy tonight without it, because tonight, I am going to ask a very special girl to marry me.

 A gasp fell over the crowd. 

 Hang on, hang on I need to do this properly, Jimmy you mind holding this? Thanks bro.

 He got on one knee, up on stage, in front of thousands of people, but his eyes were firmly on you. 

 “Y/N, you have made me a better man and I have been hopelessly in love with you since the day I met you. Will you do me the honor of being your husband.” 

He pulled the box out from his pocket presenting the glistening diamond ring.

“Omg.” Your hand flew to your agape mouth. 

“Say yes!” The crowd heckled. 

 “Yes, a thousand times, yes.” He stood up, pulling you into a kiss, his grip raising you above ground as he pulled you into his arms. 

 “Well folks looks like tonight just got even better. Congratulations to the happy couple!” 

 Jimmy spoke to the mic. As cheers grew at what was sure to be one of the most iconic Oscar moments. 

Bikini Bottom

pairing: Frat!Chris Evans x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Frat!Chris falls lovesick and clings onto his girl for dear life, it doesn’t help when she’s parading around in a bikini. Overall, Y/n and Chris are the ultimate campus couple 💌 (lovesick puppy chris)

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Y/n posed in the mirror, rightly checking herself out in her newest bought black bikini, the underwear seamed with fine jewels. Hearing her friend’s bedroom door open she saw one of the head brothers of the frat, her boyfriend. Dressed in navy blue swim shorts, the brunette strolled over whistling out in awe, Chris' hands landing onto her sweet behind.

“Why don’t we just slip these off for a min?” He whispered placing his head onto her shoulder, making direct eye contact through the mirror. His fingers naughtily playing with the strings holding up her bikini bottom; giggling she pulled his hands off and turned to face him.

This was one of her first college parties of her sophomore year, it was her best friend’s Lucy’s pool party, and of course a certain frat was invited.

“How’d ya know I was in here pretty boy?” She smiled combing back his hair underneath his backwards cap, his hands now climbing up her waist and settling on her ribcage.

“Little birdy called Lucy told me, how long were you gonna hide all this from me then?” Chris growled grabbing a handful of ass once again, smiling contently as Y/n leant up and kissed his lips gently. Her hands cupped his face while he fondled her softly, his hands going up to her breasts and copping a few feels.

Despite him being a senior, Chris couldn’t help but feel enamoured by the girl in his arms, and it all started because he knocked on the wrong dorm door; the rest was history. Even though frats have this reputation, Chris definitely put his to rest, the poor guy was seen following her around campus like a lost puppy. Holding her books for her, walking her to her lectures, spending his weekends in her bed, taking her home for thanksgiving and even proclaiming their relationship on his social media.

“God how are you all mine? Is life even real right now?” He moaned against her lips, pecking her twice more, their lips moulding perfectly together. Her hands playing with the St.Christopher medallion around his neck, as she pecked his cheek once before turning back around to face the mirror, placing his arms around his waist.

Now Y/n was definitely the more keep to herself kind of girl, her social media was private yet it adorned over 1k followers, courtesy of being Chris' girlfriend. Her only post was one of her dog from years ago, so Chris was pretty shocked when she reached for her phone and told him to pose with her.

She turned halfway, her ass to the camera with his hands gripping onto it for dear life, both of their lips connected in a passionate kiss for all to see, his other hand held onto her waist whilst she held onto his bulging bicep.

“Well that was a lovely surprise” Chris laughed wiping the side of his lips, his shock deepening when he saw her caption it with,

“I’m a handful, but only his handful 🍑” Before pressing post.

“Now what have I done to deserve a place on your VIP post”

“I think it’s time people know for real that you’re taken, and that i’m taken too. I’m serious about you ya know?” Y/n said throwing her phone onto a table, her eyes landing on Chris’ chest on the multitude of tattoos covering it, her heart pounding waiting for what he had to say.

“I’ve said it a hundred times, and i’ll say it again. This is for life baby, I already know it yeah? Doesn’t matter that I graduate this year, because you know damn well i’ll still be up your fine ass every second I get-“

“Chriss stop ittt” She whined embarrassed, his arms caging around her waist so her head laid on his chest, his lips peppering kisses onto the top of her head,

“Come on, we’re missin the pool party and I still wanna see you all wet and-“

“I swear Chris say another word and you’ll be sleeping on my doormat instead of my bed, that you love oh so much” Y/n said playfully turning around as they walked back out the room, Chris' lips forming into a big pout, “You’d really do your future husband like that huh?”

Now when I say they stuck together, they meant it. Whether it be them clinging onto each other in the pool, or her making sure he had enough sunscreen on him and food in him. The campus couple everyone strived to be like, but no one could; no one could love like they do.

“You comin back to mine tonight baby?” Y/n asked rubbing her hand softly over Chris’ stomach, looking up at him from her place on his chest, the sun-bed somehow fitting them both. The alcohol slowly taking its effect in Y/n as she felt more drowsy, although Chris made it a rule for himself not to drink when at parties with his girl, he had to make sure she was safe. Her safety always comes first.

Chris knew that once they got back to her place there’d be an array of activities going on, from cuddles all the way to full on make-outs, whatever it takes to get his precious princess to sleep. Heck sometimes he’d even have to scratch her back to sleep, or she’d request for him to be inside her as she slept (Chris' favourite method)

“Of course I am, is that even a question? I can’t skip out on my newfound skincare routine, and I still need to feed your fish because I swear you don’t feed the little guy enough”

Y/n smiled up as the man beneath her babbled on and on, Chris had ultimately become a major part of her life, hell her parents loved him more than they loved her at this point. Sure at first she was wary with his social position in the frat, but on the inside he’s a big cuddly bear that needs a lot of lovin. Lovin that she’s extremely willing to give.

Chris fell first, and he fell even damn harder.

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Morning with Chris again

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I got up earlier than both of them. I think that's a first.

But everything was truly a first this weekend

Staying over at Chris or with Chris ever. He offered another room for me if I wanted but I said I wanted to cuddle.

"I was hoping you'd say that," he wrapped his arms around my waist and gave me a kiss on the cheek as I smiled and giggled.

"Plus I didn't actually think ahead to prepare a guest room for you."

I just laugh.

But the next morning....

I woke up in his embrace. His arm around mmy shoulder my head on his shoulder and I was just look at him watching him sleep memorizing his tattoos. It took everything I had to not run my fingers over them. He looked peaceful. Happy.

"Hi" his voice deeply groggy

"Hi" I smile

"What cha looking at pretty girl? " he undoes the braids i put my hair in too protect them from split ends. And runs his hands through my hair.

"Just a hansome man with gorgeous hair"I smile

"Oh really?" His eyebrows raised

"Yea I just wanna kiss him all over and put my hands in it."

I wrinkled my nose and smiled- apparently I do that a lot I never knew until Chris told me he loves when I do that.

"Sounds good to me." Chris snuggles in closer

"But I don't want to wake Dodger"

"He's fine he won't wake up for a while he was so exhausted after playing with the kids all day yesterday"

"Yea but dodger always wakes when I kiss him and pet his hair if he's taking a nap so-"

Chris gasped dramatically

"Oh no you didn't" the he leaned up with a smirk.

Chris attacks me with tickles and sweet little kisses on my face, neck and lips and I cant stop laughing. As we roll around on the bed I can never quite get Chris to laugh as much as he makes me-I was never this ticklish before but I just had to meet Chris.

"Ok ok uncle I give up. I guess ill settle for you." He was on top of me.

I look up into his eyes.

As I run my fingers through his hair sans palmaid God it was so soft.

"Chris I-" i stopped moving my hands in his hair and I think I even stopped breathing- don't say it you'll ruin everything. "I I just"

"I love you too" he leaned down to capture my lips in a kiss.

I was smiling when our lips broke apart. He looked like he wanted more

"You realize you're not leaving here." He shook his head with a shrug.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yea."

" watcha gunna do keep me in the basement?"

"If I have to- what? Its got a screening room down there a pool table a bar its cozy."

I laugh.

"You'red forgetting one thing my love."

"Oh yea? Cause there a fridge too a bathroom-"

I put my hand over Chris's mouth.

"Who said I ever wanted to leave?"

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Dad! chris evans and mom! reader took their kids to see disney land, florida for the first time!

This is great! I love it! But... I already wrote a Disneyland fic and since I have never been to Disneyland Florida, you have two choices

I repost the one I already did with tweaks (boring... lazy... yawning)

OR

You give me Dad!Chris different scenario... 🤭

Keep it fresh people!

Oh oh! What about Chris Evans finds out that he is going to be a dad for the first time!!!!!

Bubba

A/N: Dad Chris kills me. Enjoy 💕☘️

You hand fell to your mouth in a gasp as you eyed the little blue line on the stick in front of you. Tears well in your eyes. You were pregnant. 

Chris and you had been trying for months, it was a lot of good sex but also a lot of “maybe next month.” In anticipation of the red line. You and Chris were looking into IVF and were going to enquire about it next month. No matter what it took, you both were going to make sure you had the first of many babies. 

It couldn’t have come at a better time, with Chris due to arrive home from filming tomorrow night and you knew the perfect way to tell him.

“Honey I’m home.” He sung out as you heard the sound of a roller bag and jangling keys. 

You jumped from your seat in the living, Dodger, on your lap, tail wagging with excitement. 

Dodger hadn’t left your side since Chris left, 2 weeks ago. Sure, he was always cuddly and cute, but he wouldn’t stop following you around and would whine whenever you’d leave the house or go to the bathroom. Something told you; he knew even before you did. 

You pulled out the plastic wrapped test from behind you. 

“Hold, good boy.” The pup delicately grabbed the stick in his mouth. 

“Dodger stays, ok honey?” You whispered to the pup. Making your way out to the entryway to meet Chris. 

“There’s my girl.” Chris pulled you into a dramatic kiss, your back arching to give him more access to your mouth.

“How you feeling?”

“Pretty good, you?”

“Happy to be home so I can snuggle my favourite girl and-.”

His head shot up in curiosity, he pinged the lack of puppy excitement, no dog nails clacking on the floorboards. 

“Dodger… where are you buddy?”

With the sound of his dad’s voice booming through the house, Dodger came bulldozing into the foyer.

“Hey buddy, hey hey! I’m home.” Chris let you go, crouching down to meet his furry friend.

“Hey what you got there? That a new toy?” Chris grabbed the plastic from the dog’s mouth, unwrapping its tight seal to figure out what the hell was underneath.

“What the hell is this, Y/N, did you-“  

You could see the gears in his head turning as he registered the stick in front of him, blue cap and white long body, he had seen one of these before, plenty of times in the last month but one thing made this particular test different. Two sharp red lines. 

“No way.” He whispered.

“No fucking way.” You stood off to the side, hands nervously fidgeting as Dodger, unaware of what was going on, thrashed his head between the two of you wondering if he had done a good job.

Chris finally looked up to face you, eyes already becoming red and watery at the news.

“You’re pregnant.”

“Well, yes, but I haven’t gone to the doctors yet but I did it yesterday and I didn’t want- OMG.” Not letting you finish, Chris pulled you into him, lifting you off the ground.

“We are gonna be parents! We are gonna be parents! We are gonna be parents!” He jumped around with you in his arms ecstatic at the news. 

Promptly falling out of his haze of excitement into dad mode;

“Oh my god! Wait you’re pregnant sorry… sorry… sorry little bean, you, ok? That was, ok? Do you need to sit down? Was I too rough?” His arms falling softly to your waist, inching towards your soft stomach, eyes filled with concern.

“I’m ok haha I’m only a couple of weeks according to the test.”

Pulling you into his arms, his hand falling to stroke your hair. 

“Jesus, I knew you looked more beautiful than when I last saw you but wow you’ve just made me the happiest guy in the world Y/N, I’m going to be a dad… finally.” 

He choked up at the final statement, all he had ever wanted was right in his arms at this very moment and he didn’t know whether to cry from joy or continue jumping from excitement. 

You cranked your head up to look at him, smiling with glee at his reaction. “I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone but you.” You said, earnestly. 

“You. Are going to be an amazing mom.” He beamed at you, seriousness laced in his voice, believing every word he spoke. 

“Thanks baby… Doctor’s appointment is Friday, it’s not an ultrasound just a test to confirm.”

“I still want to go. Every appointment, baby shop, birthing class, private doula… whatever you need from this moment on I will be there.” 

“I don’t think I could do it without you there, I’m beside myself with nerves.”

“You’ll be a natural… have you told ya ma?”

“No, you’re the first person to know… besides Dodger, little bubbas hasn’t stop following me around.”

“Good boy, keeping bubba safe.” Dodger beamed at the praise he so desperately needed from his master.

“Do you want to tell people yet or wait? Up to you honey.” Chris stroked your arm, lovingly. 

You couldn’t help but appreciate how selfless he was about it all. You know the next 9 months that if you said jump, he’d say how high.

“I kinda want to just stay in this little bubble for a bit… all 4 of us you know? To be sure.”

“Sounds perfect my dear.” He planted a kiss on your lips, then crouched down.

“I love you already.” He whispered on your clothed belly, placing a delicate kiss as you ran your hands through his hair. 

Hi there. I just read yes no maybe both parts, and i loved it! It was so well written. Love everything about it. Since request are open can i ask first sex for Chris and reader? When it's her first time. She has waited for the one.

Pretty Special

A/N: Happy New Year! First one of 2023 and I must say I'm very happy with it if I do say myself but feedback is always welcome. 💕☘️

WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, pain during sex, sex, orgasm, P in V

You fiddled with your hands nervously in the black car. 

Chris had generously brought you out to LA for the week, you had been talking on FaceTime and over the phone for over 2 months now. 

Making it 2 months since you’d last seen him and 2 months since you’ve had his lips on you. 

You don’t think you’ve ever been on a holiday where you did so little planning, he’d organised everything from the flight to the car, you just had to show up with your bags. 

You had landed a little after sunset and thanks to the comfy first-class seat you were well rested and just excited to meet Dodger for the first time. 

The elephant of the room sat in the back of your head, a looming force reminding you of the make-or-break situation that the future of you and Chris hanged on. You were a virgin. 

It’s not like you were lacking in offers from suitors it’s just that it was never right for you, wrong location, wrong guy, wrong underwear, too drunk, too tired, too bored. 

You had done anything else but that final threshold of having a dick inside of you was yet to be crossed, and why else would Chris spend all this money and fly you out if it wasn’t for the expectation for a little hanky panky? 

It’s not like you didn’t want the gorgeous man on top of you. That was all you could think about the last two months whenever he’d send a photo without a shirt on or if he’d send a bit of a suggestive text. God, it was all you thought about. 

But what if it turned him off? 

Taking someone’s virginity may not be a lot to some guys but what if he thought you were some inexperienced prude? 

What if didn’t want you to get really attached to your first time, but who were you kidding you were already attached.

The sex would probably just make you a sappy begging mess. That’s if he does. Worst case he tells you to get the fuck out and find your own way home. But he wouldn’t do that… 

Would he? 

“We are here ma’am.” The driver pulled you out of your train of anxious thought, parking in the driveway of a luxurious house that was definitely trying to sell itself as modest. Single story. So modest. If it wasn’t in the most expensive suburb of Hollywood and completely gated. You looked out the window to see Chris jogging out of the house towards your door. Your stomach flipped seeing him. He looked so… cool. In sweats and a T-shirt. You suddenly felt extremely overdressed in your casual dress and sandals. He was in sweatpants for God sakes! But he looked absolutely delicious and less tired than he did 2 months ago. He seemed calmer, more relaxed, and absolute overjoyed to see you. 

He opened your door “Hey pretty lady! You made it.” You got out of the car opting for a hug because at this stage your relationship was still undefined, and you didn’t want to come off too strong by planting a big fat kiss on his plump pink lips. 

“I made it!” Omg you’re an idiot. 

He pulled you in close, sneaking a whiff of your hair. 

“Was the flight, ok?” 

“It was the best flight I’ve ever been on. So much leg room!” 

“Yeah the first class seats a pretty comfortable.” 

“Thank you again it was very generous but you didn’t have to.” 

“I want you comfortable so yes I had to.” He thanked the driver pulling your bags out of the trunk. 

Taking them and wheeling them up the driveway, you inched towards your bags, but he quickly shielded them from you “Hey no I got it.” You followed him to the front door where he stopped with his hand on the doorknob. 

“Just warning you, when I open this door, you will get attacked.” 

“I’m ready” you were grinning like an idiot, excited to see the pup in the flesh 

“if he’s too much I’ll pull him off you.” 

“Please don’t.” 

“Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.” He shook his head opening the door just a crack, but it wasn’t long between Dodger wiggled his way out, immediately going to sniffing and pawing at your legs, licking every surface he saw. 

“Oh hello! Hi puppy! Hi! Hi! Hey.. how are you?” You crouched down to be met with more puppy kisses. 

“Hey hey Dodge easy I haven’t even gotten a kiss yet.” Chris pulled him lightly by the collar. You looked at him smirking as blush rose to your cheeks. 

You rose, pecking him on the cheek. “More where that came from Evans.” He chuckled, leading you into the foyer with Dodged staunchly between your legs. 

“Did you eat already?” 

“I did, food was better than I get on the ground sometimes” reminiscing on the 5-star meal you had in the air. 

“Well can I get you a drink then? I have wine, beer, spritz...” 

“Beer is fine.” 

“Geez a woman after my own heart.” 

Your bags abandoned in the foyer you followed him into the modern kitchen as he fetched two beers from the fridge, pulling off the cap with his teeth. 

“Omg you’re gonna crack your teeth!” 

“Veneers.” He grinned at you, cap between his front teeth as he spat it onto the counter. 

“No way!” 

“Yep but don’t tell anyone.” He winked at you, handing you the ice-cold drink. 

“It’s a nice night why don’t we sit outside?” You nodded, sipping your drink as you made your way outside and settled on the plush outdoor couch. 

Chris right next to you, falling with a sigh. 

“Soooo…” 

“So.” 

“There’s a guest bedroom if you’d like, has a bathroom and everything I did it up for you. But I was kind of hoping you’d sleep in my bed but if you don’t want to…” You bit your lip at the suggestion. 

“I want to it’s just-“ 

“Yeah no sorry too soon I didn’t want to pressure you or anything.” 

“No it’s not that like I want to sleep with you. Badly” his eyes lit up your statement 

“I promise I don’t bite.” 

“I wouldn’t mind if you did I’ve just… I’ve never… slept with anyone before.” 

“Oh so you have a habit of sneaking out when the deed is done… should I lock the doors then?” He chuckled, holding the bottle to his mouth.

“No Chris, I haven’t had sex… with anyone.” 

“Wow.” A silence fell over you two.

“Yeah I know it’s embarrassing.” 

“No, its not, definitely not embarrassing. I’m just kind of shocked no one has gone there before I mean… god you’re gorgeous.” 

“It’s not that they haven’t tried I’m just… picky.” 

“Would you want me to be your first time? I mean I’d be honoured but I understand if you want to save it for someone special.” 

“I think you’re pretty special.” You smirked at him. 

“Well how about we sit down here for a little and then we can go inside.” He placed his hand delicately on your thigh, rubbing it softly. 

You leaned over towards his ear “I’ve wait this long why are you gonna keep me waiting longer?” You purred. 

His ears went red, immediately jumping up and pulling you up, wrapping his arms around you “we’ll go as slow as you want.” 

“Thank you but I think I’m more than ready.” He planted a soft kiss on your lips, putting his hand on your face, inching your neck back a little to deepen the kiss.

“Come on.” He led you inside towards the bedroom door. 

Dodger behind you two “Nah-uh, Dodger stay.” Chris told him, before he had a chance to sneak in with you two. The pup wined a little, falling on his stomach. “Sorry buddy adults only.” You sulked at him. 

You sat with Chris on the edge of the bed, side by side, his hand sliding to your waist as his softly palmed the fabric of your dress. 

“So how far have you gone?” 

“Everything but.” 

“Ok great so you won’t mind if I slip this thing off.” His hands went to the edge of your dress. “You first.” You stopped his hands, eyeing him. 

He groaned, getting up and ripping off his shirt. 

This was your first time seeing him shirtless in the flesh and you couldn’t help your mouth fall agape as your eyes widened, looking at the intricate tattoos covering his chest. You were desperate to the trace them. Pulling off his sweats, revealing some basic Calvin Kleins, with a large, hard cock straining against them. 

He winked at you “Happy with your choice?” You just nodded shyly as he scooted back onto the bed next to you. 

Hands going to the hem of your dress as he pulled it over your head revealing your matching black lace set. 

“Matching? You definitely planned this.” 

You slapped his chest as he eased you back onto the pillows. 

Mouth falling to yours as he kissed you deeply, hands falling to your hips, grabbing you softly yet firmly. His mouth fell to your jaw, peppering kisses and nipping at the skin of your neck as he made his way towards your bra. 

“As pretty as this is...” he toyed with the lace edging, “Can I take it off?” He looked up at you, hands grabbing the two breasts. 

You just nodded as he smoothed his hands around your back, sitting up a little to allow him to expertly undo the clasp;

“You’ve definitely done that before.” 

“Practise makes perfect baby.” He purred against your lips going into kiss you. His tongue moved down towards your breasts, lightly sucking at the skin of your now erect nipples. You moaned, body instinctively moving into his. 

“Jesus… so perfect baby.” He left out a muffled groan while your tit sat delicately in his warm mouth. Moving towards your stomach, his movements slowed as he explored your bare skin with his fingertips, leaving a soft, wet trail of kisses towards your panties. He pressed his nose against your covered groin, inhaling your sweet scent. Licking at your inner thigh, your hands falling to his head, pushing him further giving him all the encouragement he needed to slowly pull off your panties. Mouth immediately returning to your folds as his tongue explored the insides of your oasis. Licking and sucking at your sensitive, erect clit, leaving you a moaning mess. It felt like he was between your legs for hours, making sure you were a soaking, moaning mess for him. 

“Good girl, god you taste so good baby.” Cumming onto his tongue, he continued to suck up and spit out your precious juices. 

Your hands aimlessly travelled towards his cock desperate to feel his length in your hand. 

“Nah-uh baby tonight’s about you.” He loomed over your now naked figure on his bed, drinking in the sight of you. 

“You can make up for it later.” He whispered in your ear as he sucked on your lobe. He broke the contact monetarily to finally release his now pulsating member, hard and erect with veins pulsating along the length. He was thick with a round, cut bulbous head. Your eyes widened at the sight of it in all its glory, gulping at what was soon to be your fate. 

“We’ll go slow.” He assured you, trying to ease the hesitation in your eyes. He sat over you, hands reaching towards his bedside table pulling out a bottle of lube and a condom. Slowly and delicately, he squirted the sticky liquid into his hand, rubbing it over his length in a teasing rhythmic fashion. Hands falling to your pussy, he slowly pushed a singular digit in, easing the lube in and out as you withered under his touch. Using his outer fingers to rub it on your folds, slowly adding a second finger to stretch you out;

“fuck you’re tight baby” 

“No shit I’m a virgin” you choked out through moans

 “Shit I almost forgot” he chuckled sheepishly.

Slipping in a third finger seamlessly, his other hand working your clit trying to inch you to a second orgasm. Your hand clawed at his forearm at the sheer feeling of you being stretched by his fingers. 

“Oh god Chris.” 

“Gotta make sure you’re all ready for me.” 

“Are your fingers the same size?” 

“Unfortunately… or fortunately… not.” Your head fell back to the pillow as you took in a deep breathe “I’m ready” 

“Are you sure cause we have the whole week we can-“ 

“Stop talking.” You pulled his head in for another passionately, sloppy kiss. 

“Ok ok… shhh. Now, it’s gonna sting at first, for a little bit it’ll feel better if I move,  but I’m not gonna move unless you say so and if it really fucking hurts say chocolate and I’ll stop.” You nodded at his instruction. As he positioned his now wrapped head at your core, making sure you were both overly lube up. 

He pushed his head against your tight hole, he moved inwards slightly earning a groan from you 

“Ooft” 

“You ok?” You nodded, gritting your teeth a little at his size. 

“Is it all in?” 

“That was the head baby.” 

“Fuck.” 

“Hey it’s ok I’m not gonna move until you tell me to.” You lay like that for a moment, Chris leaving soft kisses on your décolletage. 

“Move.” You told him.

He pushed in a couple of more inches, 3/4 of the way in at this point. Your body jolted at the sudden sensation of being stretched beyond belief, the sting he warned you about forming in your insides. 

“You wont believe me but look really beautiful right now.” He was staring at you in the eyes now, a small smile on his lips as he watched you bite your bottom lip, sweat forming your forehead. 

“I’m gonna kiss you while I push the rest in it’ll help distract you does that sound ok baby?” You nodded, pawing at his neck, desperate to taste him again. 

You gasped into his mouth at the final push, him now sitting tightly between your fold, stretching against your walls. 

You winced slightly at the feeling of being fully stuffed. His lips fell to the tears that you didn’t realise had fallen, kissing your cheek and tasting the salty liquid, “Hey you’re doing so well baby, you’re ok.” 

You stayed like that for a while, adjusting your insides to his length. 

“Move.” 

“You sure?” You confirmed the statement by leaning into kiss him as he started his slow short thrusts, staying firmly inside of you and only moving enough to get you adjusted to the feeling. After a couple of minutes of just that and more passionate kissing, the sting subsided, making way for a new sensation of pleasure and fullness.

“Oh wow, holy shit.” You breathed out 

“Good?” He looked up at you searching for reassurance 

“Really good.” You smiled at him, moaning again at his movements 

“Do you want me to go a little faster?” 

“Please.” You begged out, with that his thrusts turned more natural, as he moved in and out of you, hips pressing against yours as you started to adjust to the rhythm of his drive. Slowly accumulating to the feeling of hot, delicious, pleasurable sex. Chris’s pants grew as he supported himself by his forearms over you. Continuing his assault of his lips over your face and mouth. Deepening the kisses when he hit your cervix, swallowing each other’s moans you grew confident enough to move your hips upwards slightly, allowing a new angle for both of you. 

“Jesus Christ baby that feels fucking amazing.” Proud at your first foray into Sex Goddess status you continued to match his thrusts with a nudge of your hips. Your buttocks squeezing together as the coil in your stomach tightened when his head would hit your G-spot, a previously undiscovered spot of pleasure for you. You fell into a moaning mess begging for a release from what was sure to be an explosive orgasm 

“Chris, I’m gonna cum, omg please don’t stop.” You moaned loudly.

“I’m gonna cum too where you want it?” 

“Just cum in me please.” 

“Oh god Y/N” he let out a guttural moan with his final thrust into you, shooting out his cum as you creamed over his cock. 

Slowly pulling out gently, you whined at the loss of contact. He collapsed in a heap of heavy breaths beside you. Both of you now, spent from the intimate and passionate activity. He got up towards the bathroom, you heard the water running but with your eyes blurry from the orgasm still, you didn’t think you could find the strength to lift your head. Suddenly you felt the cool press of a wet rag against your heat, sopping up the mixture of your cum and lube. You opened your eyes to see him gently cleaning you up with the soft cotton towel. “That was-“ you breathed out. “Amazing.” He smirked at you. 

“Happy with your first time?” 

“As long as it’s not the last.” 

“Oh, it won’t be, but you do need to pee first… here.” Chris held out his hand, easing you up out of your euphoric state, up to your legs. Placing you gently, on the toilet seat, you sat loopy from your orgasm. Chris leaned against the sink, watching you with a smug smirk 

“A little privacy?” You looked up at you, lazily covering your chest. 

“Nope I need to make sure you pee.” 

“You’re a freak.” 

“It’s going to take a lot from you to get rid of me.”   

“Lucky I’m planning on keeping you around.” You blew him a kiss.

Chris brought you breakfast in bed the next morning, softly rubbing the sore spots you had never felt before as you ate. Ravenous after a beautiful passionate night. 

You moved to get out of bed, wanting to inspect yourself in the mirror.

“Y/N I wouldn’t try and wal-“ With the final word, your legs gave out like jelly and you plopped onto the soft carpet with a dramatic ow falling from your mouth.

“Walk.” Chris finished, coming around to help you up. 

“How did you know that was gonna happen?” You asked as he grabbed your hands, pulling you back onto the bed.

“You’re not the first.” He grumbled. 

Hey lovely! Which story is this 💕///

Oh sorry. I was so exited i forgot to mention the fic. It was Chris and Curvy reader. There are 3 parts of it. They are so good. Would you mind wite more about them? Like headcanons of dif events? Going on a date, someone is sick, first "i love you"...

I love this!!! I'll definitely keep this going with headcanons if you send in reqs for individual headcanons I would defs do this! 😘😘

How does Andy take care of us when we’re sick 😷 🤒 🤕

He HATES seeing his precious girl sick but he thinks you look adorable with your red nose. He calls in to work and tell them he can't come in because you're more important to him than work. Rarely leaves your side, waiting for you to wake up to make sure you take your meds and drink lots of water. Even if you refuse he'll coax you into it "Come on bubby it'll make you feel better, please for me?". If he has to he'll get more stern "Water. Now." as he feeds you little sips. He's not afraid to get a little dirty so if you do need to barf his instincts kick in and he has the bucket in front of your face before you even say "I". He makes sure you're not moving too much even to the point he's carrying you into the shower and washing your hair all while softly telling you it's gonna be okay and he's right there when you need him.

hey do you write platonic? and besides chris and his character who else do you write?

Hey! Thanks for your question. I love answering them makes me feel like I’m giving a celebrity Q&A lol.

Anyways, yep I do platonic!

While I only think I can write good for Steve / Peter Parker (maybe even Thor.. eh) in the Marvel verse… I could also possibly do

- Harry Styles and any one direction member that isn’t Liam (sorry ick)

- Male #StrangerThings characters (the ones over 18 that is but anything platonic happy to do all characters)

- Suits (this tumblr was an OG Harvey Spector appreciation page)

- Harry Potter

Male Celebrities like:

- Theo James

- the Hemsworths

- Any 40+ male celebrity (daddies if ya know what I mean)

I haven’t written fan fiction since I was like 15 (started off with One Direction OGs know what it was like circa 2010-2014… I still have battle scars) but I’m enjoying it so far and am really in the grove of Chris and his characters atm.

Just ask and I will let know if I can or I can’t! I try to put out good stuff and am happy to put in a little time to research and get the vibes of whoever you request a fic about.

While I don’t have many limits as to what I write as you can see on my page I do draw lines somewhere! So as long as it’s not too weird/illegal I’ll write it.

I am plus size/curvy myself so I’m really good at specialising in curvy!reader x character/celebrity because I feel like that demographic is underrepresented in fan fiction!

Fun fact about me:

I have a big girl corporate job so this is a hobby I do on weekends/after work to just unwind and do something fun and creative. I’ve been sick lately hence the massive output of stories. I like using my imagination for scenarios and what better way to take those maladaptive daydreams to the next level then to write them down!

Thank you again and my inbox is always open for any questions or if you just want to chat about life and what not. Fully anon! 💕

ok i have request where after Liam Hemsworth divorced with Miley Cyrus and news spread out about it. Liam was unhappy but glad he came back to his family. One day, he was invited to his highschool reunion in a local bar where he was reunited with his ex-girlfriend, reader.

Nostalgia

A/N: OK THIS WAS MY SHIT! Thank you sooo much for this request. I have been obsessed this man since his Elephant Princess days (real ones know 😘) and its absolutely insane to me that I was flipping from Elephant Princess to Hannah Montana and never thought "Oh yeah these two will end up together." Anyways, I had this down to a T, cause southern hemisphere gal here. And because I may of gotten too into character I have provided a friendly dictionary below for clarity. ☺️

sook/having a sook: whingeing, complaining, having a tantrum but where you go all sad and sulky.

dickhead: term of endearment. Your bestmates are dickheads, you love them.

deck: Porch, veranda, that wooden flooring with no roof just outside the back of your house.

pub: bar but definitely not a club

the local: the pub, but your local pub where everyone goes. A single venue in a small town. Think Coyote Ugly...

Logies: The Australian Emmy's yet more chaotic, and an ugly little award.

Neighbours: Iconic Australian Show, like Days of Our Lives, super long and only your grandma watches it. Arguably better that American stuff though.

are just something else: A compliment, you're special.

Reckon: Like saying I think or I bet with confidence i.e. I reckon it'll rain today... ya reckon? Like saying you really think so.

Disclaimer: All characters and events written, even those based on real people are entirely fictional and are no representation or comment of said characters in real life.

Liam signed switching off his phone once he landed at the airport. Ignoring the onslaught of texts and messages that arose from the TMZ article on his divorced. 

  It was never his plan to be 30, divorced and sulking back to his childhood home. Yet here he was. Craving a long hug from mum and an ice cold beer.

  “Welcome home honey”

  “Thanks mum”

 He pulled her into a tight hug making his way into the passenger seat.

  They drove in silence on the way, his head against the window looking at the familiar sights. His mum glanced worried looks at him 

  “Hey so Luke came over and told me you reunion is tomorrow night what good timing!”

  “Yeah, I know I got the email I’m not going.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I’m 30 years old, the whole world knows about my divorce to a well-known former childhood star and my brother is fucking Thor” his snapped at her slightly at the end

  “Oh, stop being such a sook… you should go it’ll be good for you to reconnect with your roots, they always say when you don’t know which path to go down, go back to start and try again.”

  “I just don’t know if I’m up for it.”

  “You might change your mind when you know who’s going…”

  “Yeah whatever.” 

Chris laid out on the deck, letting the Australian sun warm his body, in nothing but sunglasses and board shorts he was finally getting into the grove of relaxing until a sudden jerk of his deck chair meant he was hitting the ground.

  “WHAT THE FUC-“

  “Long time no see dickhead.”

  “Holy shit! Joel!”

  Joel was Liam’s best mate from high school.

  He pulled his old friend into a bro hug.

  “Heard from your bro you were back wanted to see it for myself… you haven’t gone all LA on us have ya?”

  “Nah I haven’t.”

  “Good cause you’re coming to the pub tonight.”

  “Is that where they’re having the reunion?”

  “Great detective skills Sherlock.”

  “Nah mate can’t we just hang out here.”

  “And drink wines on the couch with your mum while watching Neighbours? I think the fuck not. Come on you’re not too famous for the local.”

  “Fine. One beer though.”

  “Yeah, that’s what they all say.”

  He grabbed his beer from the barman and made his way through the crowded pub, offering “Heys” and “Good to see you’s” until he landed in a quiet spot in the back. Sulking down with a sigh and sipped his beer, watching the scenes in front of him. 

  It was comforting to be home, familiar sights, faces and smells but couldn’t help the pit in his stomach of feeling like an outsider. 

  YOUR POV:

  “Hey stranger.” You stood in front of your sulking ex-boyfriend, as his head rose at the sound your voice. 

  “Y/N, Hey, shit look at you!” Liam beamed when his eyes connected with yours, pulling him out of his haze. You couldn’t help but spot the hint of sadness on his face. 

  He couldn’t believe his eyes. You looked more beautiful since he last saw you, relaxed with your hair out, a little textured, clearly air dried after a late afternoon dip. Your skin pink from sun exposure, in its early stages of what was sure to develop into a tan. His eyes scanned over your body, the summery dress leaving little to the imagination, with your strong legs on full display and ample chest held together by a thin piece of string. 

  “Same old me… move over” The large man scooted on the bench, opening the space for you to sit down, drink in hand. While it was a two-person bench, his sheer size left little space between the two of you, his knees touching yours. Moving his arm to drape across the back, he gave you a little more room but now you were borderline engulfed by his arm. A tinge of nostalgia hitting you remember the same position, lying down in bed, your body snuggled up into his warm armpit. 

  “What you been up to? Heard you got a job in the city.” 

  “Yeah, but unlike you I’m not too good to come home once in a while.” You took a swig of your drink, feeling a little tipsy at the familiar taste of alcohol. 

  “I’m here aren’t I?” He quipped at you. 

  “Barely. It’s not like you to sit in a corner and sook.” Reminiscing about all those nights, he spent singing on top of the tables in the very pub you sat talking in now. 

  “Fuck everyone’s been calling me a sook lately.”

  “Cause you’re acting like one… what’s got your panties in a bunch?”

  “Do you not get internet at your joint or something?”

  “No, I just don’t spend my days googling my high school ex. So, where’s Hannah Montana?”

  “In LA.”

  “Why? does she not like it here?”

  “No, I just didn’t think I’d take my ex-wife to my high school reunion.”

  “EX Wife?”

  “Since 3 days ago yeah.” He took another swig of beer.

  “Shit, Li I’m sorry.”

  “Nah it’s fine, it’s fucking whatever.”

  “Well, it’s not “whatever” you had a connection with someone, it hurts when you lose them. And nothing anyone says can really make the pain feel better.”

  “Is that how you felt when I went to LA?” A sudden tension fell over you two. How could he ask that?

  “Yep.” She popped the P. Avoiding his intense gaze on you. 

  “Well, you’re in a much better spot than me now.” He shuffled in his seat realising he hit a soft spot. 

  “Doesn’t mean the pain magically goes away.”

  “Are you still mad?”

  “Still mad? you told me you loved me and wanted to get an apartment together then we graduated, and you fucked off to LA. I’m not mad at all Liam, I’m hurt.”

  “I’m sorry it was selfish.”

  “Especially considering I would have gone with you if you just asked.”

  “No, you wouldn’t, you would of hated it.” He tsked. 

  “You don’t know that. And you will never know because you never asked. I loved you Li I would have followed you to Antarctica if that’s what you wanted. You were so passionate about acting I was so excited to see your dreams come through I just didn’t expect to be excluded from them.”

  “What do you think would have happened if I didn’t go?” He pushed.

  “Honestly?”

  “Honestly.”

  “We probably would have stayed together, brought a house on the beach, I’d be on my third baby by now and you’d keep doing local TV, maybe take me to the Logies hahaha.”

  “Why didn’t you call me?”

  “I did… like twice and your assistant would always answer and tell me you’re not taking personal calls at this time or some shit, when I saw you shacked up with Miss Best Of Both Worlds, I stopped.”

  “I wish you didn’t.”

  “Why?”

  “Cause then maybe I wouldn’t be sooking here right now.”

  “Yeah, well too late for us to go over what we would have done differently.”

  You both sat silence letting the truth of your words sit in. 

  “Do you want to go for a walk on the beach?” He looked at you, eyebrow raised. 

  “Do you even remember the path?” You scoffed at him,

  “Of course, I do, the secret passage near Batty’s path… where we used to ya kno-”

  “OKAY I GET IT, good to see you haven’t forgotten everything, now come on.” You slapped his chest, jumping up out of the seat, Liam closely followed behind you. 

  You walked in silence, listening the waves crash. His hands in his pockets and you holding your shoes and bag in the other. The sandy shore lit up by the moonlight, a light breeze in the air. 

  “I don’t think there’s such a thing as too late ya know.” He piped.

  “What you mean?”

  “Well, you reckon it’s too late for us but who’s to say it’s too late maybe it’s just the beginning.”

  “You’ve had too many drinks.” You laughed him off

  “No Y/N I’m serious.” He grabbed your wrist, stopping you along the shore. The tide coming as the water’s edge tickled your bare feet. 

  “Hearing you describe what could of been… honestly sounds pretty good right now. You think I’ve gone all too big for my boots, but this place is still home to me ya know… why do you think I came here when everything went to shit?” You looked up at him, barely making out his facial expression in the dark. From what you could see, he was a broken boy, he seemed wrecked, and you decided take his words seriously. 

  You sighed

  “Cause when you don’t know what to do you should turn around and go from where you started.” 

  “Exactly but I think I know what I want to do next”

  His hand, falling to your face, thumb rubbing your cheek, he leaned in and you breathe caught in your throat. Your body once a little chilly now warmed by the sensation of his mouth on yours. What started with a tender kiss turned into a deep passionate embrace. It was different to all those times before, mainly due to his now beard face rubbing against your skin and the reality that his kissing skills had definitely improved. 

  “Liam...” You pushed him off you, hands grazing the hair exposed on his unbuttoned chest, he felt firm and warm. Like the perfect mattress you could sleep peacefully on top of him.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “There’s no point, you’ll go back to your big city and forget about me all over again once you see some leggy model.”

  “Not happening.”

  “Doubt it.”

  “I didn’t get a return ticket Y/N.”

  “What?”

  “I’ve been looking at places, I’m here indefinitely.”

  “Well, that’s good but still doesn’t mean we are going to work.”

  “Can we at least try?”

  “So, you can break my heart a second time?”

  “I like to see it as giving me a very generous second chance to prove I made a mistake the first time.”

  “I don’t know Liam, its all ve-“

  He cut you off with his kiss, planting his lips on you a second time and this time you didn’t push him away. Your hands instinctively going to his now long locks, running your hands through the familiar boy now a man. Your mind rushed with memories of late nights sneaking out to go play on the beach, always ending up curled in a towel on the shore counting stars. You felt 18 all over again and the pain of loss slowly seeped away with him in your arms again.  

  You both pulled out, panting at the sudden passionate embrace.

  “Please?”

  You licked your lips, biting slightly on your lower lip.

  “Kiss me one more time and I’ll see.” You grinned at him.

  “Fuck me you are just something else Y/N” He pulled you into his arms, you squealed as he took you running with him into the ocean. Dropping your bag and shoes before the sudden shock of cold saltwater hit you as you were thrown into the blue. Coming up for air, you stood waist deep in water, smoothing your now soaked hair back, you were met with a hysterically laughing Chris

  “You son of a-“ Swimming over to him, you immediately jumped on him, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him down into the water with you. Making sure he was as equally saturated as you.

  He pulled you both out this time, you still firmly clinging onto him in the Koala position. Laughing you both passed, looking into each other’s eyes, you kissed his salty lips again as he held you against him in the water, under the moonlight. And in that moment, it felt like no time had passed at all.