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HI, could you write about frank adler being a single (again) uncle and meets a new female bartender, reader in his usual bar. Both of them hit it off and started dating for about two months. frank introduced her to his niece, mary

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Making his way into his usual, Fergs, on a quiet Thursday night, Frank didn’t expect anything different. Place still looked the same; dimly lit with neon bar signs covering the walls and the smell of old beer. It felt like a second home, predictable, familiar and warm (due to the fact that they haven’t gotten that goddamn AC fixed). He settled onto the counter, head lowered waiting for his usual to appear magically in front of him like always.

“What can I getcha?” The voice wasnt from the usual gritty bar manager. For one it was feminine, young and perky. 

Frank couldn’t help his eyebrows raising at the sight of you. Sure they’ve hired pretty girls before but they usually didn’t last the week trying to keep up with demand while also hindering the advances of regulars. So how a beautiful <your hair colour> in a white tank top and denim short shorts was still here was a mystery to Frank. 

“Umm yeah hi can I just get umm.. just a..” he stumbled on his words trying to avoid your questioning gaze. 

“A beer?”

“Yeah that.” Frank gave a flat smile.

You undid the cap on the edge of the bar, Frank holding out his hand expectantly but you held the bottle away from him, holding it just above your shoulder. Raising an eyebrow expectantly.

“Please?” Frank said hesitantly.

“And…” You slowly inched it towards the bar top. 

“Thank you.” It was becoming increasingly clear to him how you have survived here. You don’t put up with shit.

You placed the beer in front of him “Manners..” you trailed 

“Maketh a man. William Horman.”

“Yes.” You smiled down at him from the bar.

“What are you doing here?” He said outwardly.

“Working.”

“Oh I see that. I meant what is someone like YOU doing HERE?" 

“What is someone like me… exactly?” You placed your palms on the bar, leaning into him closer. 

He took a long swig of his drink. Sighing in contentment at the taste.

“Too smart to be a bar maid, too classy for Coors beer and way too pretty for a place like this.” 

You looked around at the empty bar with a few drunk stragglers. Taking the beer from his hands you took a long swing. “I am never too good for Coors beer.” 

Frank let out a low whistle “That’s good to know.” 

“I’m Frank by the way.” He held out his hand for you to shake.

“Y/N.” You shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you.” He smirked

“Likewise.” You bit your bottom lip. 

“So when do you get off?” He smirked devilishy.

“So she’s not like other kids.” Frank looked over at you, peering over his sunglasses.

“What do you considered “other kids”…” 

“She spends a lot of time with adults so she talks a bit differently.”

You shrug “I’m sure she’s fine, she’s got a good uncle.” He grabbed your hand, placing it under his as he moved the gear shift. 

“She just takes a while to warm up to people so I just don’t want you to be discouraged.” 

“Frank, she doesn’t bite.” You waved him off. 

“No she grew out of that 2 years ago.” He joked with you.

He pulled into the driveway of their humble abode. Paint falling off the rackety old porch framed by the half dead grass from a hot blazing summer. You loved it. It was Frank, imperfect yet homey.

You got out of his truck and waited for him to lead towards the screen door with an obvious hole that had been scratched out by a cat desperate to decide when and where they go.

Hearing the sound of car doors being shut, Roberta made her way out. Taking one look at you, she stopped in her tracks, placing a

hand on her hip. 

“Well my goodness you are prettier than he described.”

“Why thank you Miss Taylor.” You let her embrace you in warm tight hug.

Her chin resting on your shoulder, she raised her eyes in excitement at Frank behind you. 

“Alright break it up you two.” He pulled you back into his side. 

“Thanks for watching her.” He gave the woman a warm smile. 

“Anytime, now I gotta go but it was lovely to meet you and hey don’t take what she says to heart… she takes a while to warm up.”

“I’ve been told! Hopefully this goes well and I’ll be seeing more of you.” She gave you and Frank both a quick kiss to the cheek. 

“You ready?” He whispered in your ear as you both stood in front of the door separating you from your make or break meeting.

You readjusted your bag strap on your shoulder, taking a deep breath “Ready.” With that he pushed open the screen. 

“Mary… I’m home. We’ve got company.” 

You both walked into the living room where the young girl sat, mindlessly stacking lego blocks on the floor, ignoring the calls of her uncle. 

“Hi Mary, I’m-“ You started to introduce yourself in your high pitched little kid voice. 

“Did he pick you up at Fergs?” She said dryly. 

“Close! I work at Fergs.” You gave a tense smile.

“That’s a stark change isn’t it Frank?”

“Mary!” He scolded.

You placed your hand on his shoulder mouthing it’s okay as you walked a little closer towards her. 

“Frank said you’re pretty smart.”

“I’ve gotten “baby Einstein” once or twice.” She replied, not looking up from the floor. 

“I was thinking more Hypatia.” She stopped her movements, looking up at you for the first time quizzically. 

“Whose that?”

“Oh you don’t know who Hypatia was?” You said in faux shock. 

She shook her head. 

“Huh… well for one she was a girl…” You stalked towards her, plopping down on the mat beside her. 

Pulling your legs up to your chest, hugging your knees. Her lack of running away was a good start so you went on…

“She was a mathematician in ancient Egypt back in a time were only men were allowed to do math.”

“Women can do math too!” She piped up, brows furrowed. 

“Oh I agree! Well she figured out a way for ships to navigate and I think I have… oh here it is!” You reached into your bag, pulling out a thick book on the ancient academic that you had secretly brought for her. 

It was brand new with a glossy cover and you threw it around your trailer a couple of times beforehand to make it look worn and read. You had read it of course but maths wasn’t really your thing, the history of women on the other hand… you were always down. 

“Can I please see?” She looked up at you with doe eyes, biting her bottom lip, desperate to flick through the pages.

“Yeah you can have it. I already read it. I’m onto Beyond Good and Evil now.” 

“By Friedrich Nietzsche?” She smiled at the common interest found.

You nodded, eyes widened at her. 

She looked up at Frank; “I like this one.” 

He leaned against the doorway, watching you two in amazement. No one got Mary besides him and Roberta but now he’s starting to think that no one had tried like you. No one bothered to listen when he’d tell them that talk of Barbies and pink nail polish didnt get her interested. That she was pulling thick academia books from the shelf at age 4, desperate to absorb the knowledge they held. How she wanted to be talked to like an equal or better yet be given the materials to have what she so desperately craved. Have someone listen, guide her, talk to her as she was and not try and dumb things down. And here you were, making her eyes light up and hanging on your every word. 

“Good. I’ll leave you two to it then I guess.” He said simply tapping the frame before making his way into the kitchen to prepare his two girls a snack. Smiling like an idiot. Yeah you were a keeper. 

Miss you💟

I miss you too 🥹

…And writing but I’m going on a 2 week vacation (like a real one with sun and pina coladas) so I’ll get to clear my head and maybe when I’m back I’ll feel good enough to write again (which is the plan)

Sorry babies, it hasn’t been just Chris being a ho a lot of other personal stuff came up with work etc and your girl is BURNT OUT.

But I still ❤️ you all

Part 2 of bubba? Would love to see more of protective!chris 🥺

Bubba Part 2: Bump

A/N: Everyone grasp your loins i'm back... lol and a funny update after being bullied by my roommates they found this account and followed it to "keep tabs" so everyone say heyyy to my inner circle who I recommend sleep with one eye open 🥰

"Stay beside me yeah?" Chris held you tightly, staring at you intently as he helped you out of the car.

"I can barely walk, you don't have to worry about me pulling a runner." Chris gave a small smile at your light hearted joke.

At this stage, you were 6 months pregnant and HUGE. The last thing Chris wanted to do is shove you in front of a thousand cameras and screaming crowds but you insisted you two go. You desperately wanted to get out of the house and do yourself up after living in sweatpants.

Chris couldn't deny despite the heartburn, oily hair, night sweats and cankles you were glowing and looked absolutely stunning tonight to the point he had to hold himself back from giving you another baby.

"We can go home at anytime." He rubbed the small of your back lightly, fidgeting with the top layer of your dress.

You two approached the interview platform, Chris easing you gently yet forcing your whole body weight on him as he helped up the short 2 inch step.

You smiled at him endearingly as you approached the report. He wasn’t necessarily a bad reporter he just was a bit too enthusiastic for you and Chris’s liking not to mention a little invasive both figuratively and physically.

Chris knowing this placed himself between you and the reporter, hand encasing yours between you two.

“And here we have Chris, Y/N and the bump..” He outstretched his hand, verging towards your bump but not before the ever alert Chris, pushed his hand away promptly

“Absolutely not.” Chris said sternly, eyeing the report with challenging eyes.

He laughed nervously, moving his hands back into his pockets.

“Well do you guys know the gender yet?”

“We do!” You both said proudly, at the same time.

“Well how about giving us a W News exclusive huh?”

“Yeah no we plan to keep that information between us and our family for the time being.”

“Oh come on is Captain America having a strong boy or beautiful girl… let it out.”

Chris was getting annoyed at this point, so you gave his forearm a soft squeeze.

“I don’t care if it’s a boy or a girl and either can be beautiful and strong at the same time. I’m just grateful for a so far healthy baby and wife. Thanks for your questions.”

You smiled up at him as he led you off the platform, reaching his limit on stupid questions.

Moving off the platform you let out a groan of pain. Chris’s eyes shot to your face concern written all over his;

“What’s wrong? You hurt?”

“No no.” You waved him “My feet are killing me.”

“I did tell you not to wear them.” You glared at his hindsight for now was not the time to play the “I told you so” game.

“It’s called an OUTFIT Christopher.” You spat at him through gritted teeth.

“Sorry sorry… here take ‘em off.” He crouched down, pulling up his slacks slightly to get on one knee.

“I can’t just do that in public!”

“You’re pregnant, you can get away with anything.” He brushed you off.

Chris lifted up the skirt of your dress, slowly easing your foot out of the shoes.

You sighed with relief as he gave your feet a quick massage in his large hands.

“Better right?”

“So much better. Thank you.” You gave him a quick peck on the lips.

Holding the heels in his hands, you walked the rest of the event barefoot and in way less pain.

Headcanon ideas

.Super curious Chris about pregnancy that is sooo cute and annoying for his pregnant wife

.Chris start to cheer his gf up.how?with stupid cheesy pick up lines

Headcanon: Better Half

Loooveeeeee this!

"Why da face?" Chris walked in your shared bedroom, oreos in hand with one half way in his mouth.

You rolled over dramatically, pulling the covers under your chin

"Just that work thing, I have to work with that lazy, mother-."

"Carol." He said flatly

"Yes! Carol! It's always Carol."

He plumped in the spot next to you.

"Hey honey..." He cooed.

"What." You sat up, moving next to him.

Twisting the oreo in his hand, he moved the frosted side in your direction.

"You're my better half." He said, showing a goofy grin.

You paused, staring at him with a flat expression, the corner of your lip creasing slightly, you couldn’t hold back the all out laughter.

"You're the cringiest person i have ever met." You gasped through laughs.

"Yeah but it worked to make my girl smile didn't it"

You grabbed the cookie half from him, shoving the whole thing in your mouth.

Miss you

🥺

Hi. Sorry for asking this again. When do you post Nick Vaughan series?

Haven’t posted it yet and its cause I haven’t even started! I’ve been so busy and exhausted and I’m going on holiday soon so it’s a lot going on. I’m sorry!! I’m working on it 💕🍀

Me getting the ick again and putting all my fic reqs back in the folder.

Sorry but like… nah I can’t talk right now.

Shame as well since some of those photos had fic potential to bad him saying baby makes my skin crawl.

What about chubbish and kind reader getting criticized for dating the world's sexiest man of 2022, she felt upset and cries. Chris felt angry at the people who doesn't know about his girlfriend

Sexist Girl Alive (Curvy!Reader)

A.N/WARNING: Screenshots are obvi fake, TW for fatphobia, slurs, people being mean ☹️ but happy ending, photos arent mine (mwah pinterest)

You smiled at the photo of you two, dressed up before a night out. Chris lips lovingly on your cheeks as you smiled happily. You thought you looked great in your new skin tight dress. Sure it showed a few insecurities but you hoped the black would hide it. Your makeup and hair was all done up and Chris couldn’t stop loving on you all night.

You chuckled at the sweet yet corny caption. He would never live it down - would he? You shook your head, grinning like an idiot. 

Fighting your better instinct, you went through the comments, chewing your thumb nail as you eyes laid on the key words:

“Fat” 

“Cow” 

“She takes up the whole mirror.” 

“It should be illegal for someone like her to wear a dress like that”

“Chris Evans is legally blind if he thinks she’s sexy”

You licked the taste of salty tears that had landed on your upper lip. You took a shaky breathe out as you quickly wiped away the tears that were forming. You felt pathetic, crying about what a bunch of nobody’s had to say about your body. They were jealous, they didn’t know you, they were protective of their internet boyfriend - your mind ran through all the reasons for such vile comments but that still didn’t stop the feeling of sadness and inadequacy that ran through you. 

That was until a wet little nose landed on your cheek, paw pushing the phone away from your face. 

“Would you look at that you found mama- baby what’s wrong?” Chris came in, catching your tear stained cheeks and red, watery eyes.

“The um… instagram you posted you-“ You were hiccuping, anxiously patting Dodgers coat. Too embarrassed to meet his eyes, firmly focused on the Instagram comments that were now blurry. 

“I didn’t post your nudes did I?!” His face full of concern that he had pulled another, much worse, social media blunder. 

“No.” You left out a shaky faux laugh 

“You left comments on and well some people aren’t very nice.” 

“Show me right now.” His jaw went tight and his expression changed to pure disgust and anger.

You handed him the phone, digging your face into Dodgers coat, drying your tears.

Chris’s eyes scanned the comments, jaw tightening as he grounded his teeth. 

“That’s it.” He throw the phone next him, making his way up in a frenzy.

“Chris it’s not a big deal I’m just emotional.”

“It is a fucking big deal.” He raised his voice now, running his hands through his hair in frustration. Chris wasn’t an angry person, rarely getting upset but when you were involved; people better run.

It perplexed him everyday how he thinks he landed the most beautiful woman in the world yet people want to pick apart something as stupid as your weight.

Chris wasn’t blind at all, he was  engrossed and obsessed with every curve, every roll, every stretch mark, every sag. He loved them all.

He couldn’t get enough of grabbing your belly whenever he could, even in public. His hand without fail always travelled from your waist to your pudge, slowly stroking the skin or the fabric - it relaxed him.

Or at home when he’d forgo your ass and instead just grab a roll and jiggle it in his hands, fuck, in his mind it was a bonus to your ass, more skin he could fondle and touch and enjoy, more ways to get a whole body ripple out of you.

Or in the morning before you’d wake up when he’d slowly trace your stretch marks, adoring the way they looked like tiger stripes he felt like they were a natural piece of art on your body.

The way your thighs would wrap tightly around his head, a built in pillow for him to rest on while he traced your body with his hands, following the natural trail created by your curves.

How every hug felt soft and warm as you pressed your plump body up against him, he would get so frustrated that he couldn’t grab every single part of you all at once and just squeeze but a hug was the closest thing.

He didn’t think pure beauty existed until he saw you for the first time, he remembers the way he jaw fell agape slightly and his eyes widened desperate to touch you, desperate to have you in his bed every night. 

You were his now and he wasn’t going to let some bullshit comments take that away from him.

To take the spark and light out of you, to push you down to a place where you felt you were anything but incredible.

You body wasn’t just a wonderland but the home for the soul in which he adored, his kind, intelligent, resilient, witty, outspoken, well read and highly cultured, drop dead gorgeous woman.

The purity of you being so authentically yourself was sacred to him and he was fiercely protective of you for that.

He dreaded the day the comments got too much and he cringed at the thought of you changing any part of the woman he met for some fucking comments. It wouldn’t happen. Not on his watch.

“You can’t just- you can’t fucking say those things about someone! I mean we go back 200 fucking years and there’s your body in fucking oil paintings around castles and here we are now where your accomplishments, your personality, your kindness, your fucking beauty is just completely shitted on.”

“I dealt with it way before I started dating you.” 

“Well it ends now.” He said crouching down in front of you as you sat curled into a ball on the couch. 

His eyes had softened and he was desperate for you to meet his. Wanting to assure you with everything he had that this meant nothing to him. 

“Baby you know I don’t agree with those comments right. Fuck, you remember how much I couldn’t keep my hands off you that night.”

“And every night before.” You snorted 

He gave you a soft smile, happy you were back to making jokes “Exactly.” 

“It’s my fault I should of turned comments off but we shouldn’t have to do that. I’m going to write something and that should be the end of it.” 

“We shouldn’t react that’s what they want.” You said wearily.

“In no world is that going to be said about you and I just sit back and let it happen. Absolutely not. Now come on, let’s get you in the bath.”

You sunk into the steaming water as the smell of lavender and rose filled your nose and muscles you didn’t realise you were tensing finally relaxed. Repeating mantras of self assurance in your head with the distant sound of Chris scurrying around the bedroom and his muffled voice on the phone. 

 Getting out and into your robe after an hour you made your way into the bedroom, finding an exhausted Chris waiting for you on the bed.

“Come here I wanna show you something.” He tapped the spot next to him, inviting you to snuggle against his chest as he got out his phone.

You rolled your eyes, sighing as you got comfortable. 

“Read.” He said sternly, putting his phone into your hand.

You brushed the tears forming in your eyes from happiness. Two things you could always count on with Chris is his ability to make you the happiest person alive and his passion. Combine them and you’re a babbling mess of gratitude and love. Pulling his head down towards you, peppering kisses all over his face and whispering thank you against his lips. 

“Don’t thank me come on now.”

“It was very well said.”

“Yeah well we won’t need this for awhile.” He grabbed his phone from you, throwing it down the bed as he fell off the edge, landing with a small thump.

“Come here sexy, I wanna love on my girl.” You giggled as his beard brushed against your neck as he left wet soppy kisses down your body, untieing your robe to get your unfiltered body in all its glory. 

Chris’s comments created a storm of support, bringing up a conversation of why a woman’s body is ever a topic of concern and the high expectations of male celebrity partners to look a certain way. 

And months down the line he still stood by them. Stating in an interview:

“I don’t think I have ever been more furious than when I read those comments. You know you have this beautiful, intelligent partner and you’re both in this happy little bubble of love and admiration and then these strangers, randoms on the internet just start attacking them for all the things you love about them. It’s like a kick in the gut. I felt so guilty like it was my fault because she didn’t ask to be famous or anything and it’s not easy to give that privacy and anonymity up to follow your heart but she did it anyways and all she was met with was horrible comments. Man, I was so scared that was going to be it for her and I’d never see her again. It just felt like people don’t realise that’s a real person, we are real people and if you wouldn’t say that to someone’s face then why comment it where they can see? She didn’t deserve that at all and I was going to do everything in my power to make sure it never happened again. She means the world to me, I’d do anything to protect her. I’m just lucky I get to wake up to her everyday and she’s this strong, resilient person who can’t be knocked down easily.”

Please post something. I crave your writhing

This is the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me 🥹

Lying down on the floor at work rn but fics coming soon 😘

Love your patience 💕☘️

I didn't know your inbox is not full. I have manyyy ideas for fic. Can i send them? Do you write headcanon?

I just got SO MANY requests! But I love getting them so yes please send me all the ideas 🥰 just know they make take a little while but you’ll always get it!

Would love to get into headcanons cause it’s so easy for me to get into and do on my phone so yes more of those people!!!

hello there :) i was wondering are you still accepting request?

I am! It’s been crazy that I haven’t got anyone new ones. My inbox is almost empty so then I’ll start working on my series but yes I am still taking requests and always checking my inbox!! 💕☘️

Smut

Chris still have His costum from Captain america. What does that mean? Rollplay with chris.

Mint Condition

WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, roleplay, dirty talk, sex, P in v, edging.

You mulled through your large walk in for a Halloween costume, stray pieces you could put together to make an encrypted costume, all black and slutty you could do Charlie’s Angels… but there’s only 1 of you. You huffed as you swiped from hanger to hanger until…

“CHRISSSSSS!” You hollered

“Yeah honey.” He walked into the room stopping to a halt when he spotted you, devious look on your face as you held the costume in front of you.

“Hi Captain.” You purred

“Put it back.” He said sternly

“Why should I… look at this… it’s beautiful and omg mint condition.” You lifted one of the sleeves feeling the fabric.

“Because it’s the past.” He came towards you reaching for the costume but you turned your body away.

“Then why is it here?”

“Because one day I might hand it down to our son or if we go broke I can sell it.”

“I feel like I missed out on so much with this costume… can you wear it for me? Just once?”

He sighed, studying it with his eyes “It won’t fit anymore.” Chris tapped on the small sight of pudge on his stomach.

“Oh nonsense just try… please.”

“Fine.”

You squealed “ok let me go get a shield!”

You came back in the room with the glorified frisbee in your hand, but Chris didn’t realise your presence too busy in the mirror admiring himself.

“You need this.” You came up behind him, handing him the hard plastic prop.

“Thanks Peggy.” He smirked at you

“You’re welcome Captain… now turn around and let me look.”

You bit your lip as you ran your hands along the stretch cotton, the color hadn’t faded a day from not seeing the sun in 10 years.

“It’s tight on me.” Chris gritted his teeth

“Where?”

“The crotch.”

“Is that the suits problem or your problem?”

He looked down at you a sarcastic smile, as you ran your fingers slowly along the the silver star emblem and the intricate red and white panels.

“So how does it get on?”

“Like a onesie.” He grinned

“Ooooh.” You nodded, never fully understanding the layout of the suit.

“Oh it’s got a zipper.” Your eyes widened at the discovery.

“Yeah what if I needed to piss?”

“And the other thing…”

“You think I was spending my days fucking on set?”

“If I was around you would of.”

“That’s true baby.” He pulled you closer by your waist.

“So what do you think of Captain America.” He purred in your ear

“I think he’s gonna be in a lot of trouble.” Your hands on his bearded cheeks as he pulled you closer by your waist so you could feel the straining fabric against you.

“Hmmm why’s that?” His words mumbled by the kisses he was leaving on your exposed neck.

“Because he’s too busy fucking me to save the world.” You bit his ear lope eliciting a feral groan from Chris.

He threw the shield to the side, letting it land with a thud as he hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he placed you on the centre counter of your walk in.

“Well that’s your fault isn’t Ms Carter?” His eyes honed in on you, noticing the delight as he’s finally catched on to the dirty game of role play you’re playing.

“You know I always wondered…”

“Hmmm.” His tongue still exploring the skin exposed on your robe as you toyed with the hair on the nape of his neck.

“Whether the serum applied to your whole body…”

His hands moved to loosen the tie around your waist, letting your body be fully exposed beneath him.

“You wanna find out?” He quipped as his mouth made its way down your stomach.

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please… Captain.”

Chris growled as his grabbed the back of your knees, pulling you to the edge of the counter and placing them on his shoulders.

“Tsk tsk no panties… not very professional.”

“They got too messy thinking of you.”

You pushed his head closer to your core as you finally felt the sweet feeling of his warm tongue flat on your sex. Chris wasted no time, creating a wet sloppy mess of your pussy as his tongue travelled up and down your weeping core and sensitive clit.

“Agh Chris more.” You dug your heels into his back but it was no restraint for the brooding man. Pulling out to stand over your flushed body.

“Call me that again and I’ll stop.” You swallowed weakly seeing a side of your man you’d never seen before.

“Yes Captain.”

“Good girl.” His hands went to the zipper pulling it down, letting his hard cock finally free from the tight fabric and pumping it slightly in his hand.

His pushed it slightly towards your centre, teasing it back and forth on your slit, letting your juices soak his head, pushing the tip in slightly but not even close to enough for any real pleasure.

You withered and moaned, making grabby motions towards his face.

“Stop moving or you’ll get nun’” His Boston accent slipping through.

Slowly and achingly he inserted himself into your begging core, anchoring himself with your fleshy thighs. With ever move in, he pull you closer aiming to get as deep as he can.

Finally you felt the cool zipper against your clit as you wrapped your feet together behind his back, desperate for him to lean over you and pound you viciously.

“You feel that honey?” You nodded, mind clouded by the feeling of his length pulsating inside of you.

Inching in and out, you savoured the feeling of Captain America fucking your sweet hole, keeping a steady pace. You mewled wanting to grab on his large biceps, he grabbed your hands pushing them down, lacing your fingers in his as he pinned them down.

“No touching the suit baby.” He tsked as he loomed over you. “You’re just gonna lie down and let Captain take care of you.”

His thrusts increased, the friction of he material rubbing against your sensitive clit only enhanced the novelty, his beard brushing your skin as he kissed you deeply, swallowing your moans.

You grabbed his hair, pulling him deeper, close to your release you pulled out the kissing panting,

“I’m gonna cum.” With that he pulled out to your shock.

Your mouth fell agape as he avoided your eyes “what’s wrong?” You grabbed his chin, pulling his face to look at you desperate for him to return inside of you.

“Mint condition you can’t cum on the suit honey.”

“You can’t be serious?”

“Oh I’m very serious.” He pecked your forehead.

“Go lie in bed, Captain looks better naked anyways.” He chuckled.

You huffed as he held your hand while you slipped off the centre counter.

Was better than nothing you thought.

the reader and chris meet for the first time at a dinner with shared joy. the reader notices chris directly and would like to get to know her better. the reader just thinks he is from the market since she heard the news that he is dating alba. only his family and friends know that alba and chris only have a personal relationship. chris tries to explain that to her

Pork or Pasta?

Disclaimer: All characters, mentioned and referred to even those based on real people are entirely fictional. All characters and events are entirely works of fiction for the purpose on entertainment. I make no comment on those mentioned within the request or story. (Can't sue me now baby I'm a law school drop out 😘 )

Fuck fuck fuck. You were late, sooo beyond late for the Charity Gala. Security were mulling outside and in an attempt to save face and avoid having them open the large and very loud doors for your entrance you ripped off your heels clutching them in your hand with your bag as you raced up the stairs. 

“You’re late…” Tommy, the security guard who got rostered on all the events in your city was at the door, eyes honed in on you with a devilish smirk. Tommy had gotten you out of many difficult situation and in return you’d sneak him beer to drink out the back. 

“No shit Tommy.”

The security guard laughed “Don’t worry no one’s taking your spot, get in there.” 

“You’re the best.” Giving him a quick hug

Muffled conversation filled the room as you made your way to your seat in between your work bestie, Nigel and… who the fuck was that?

“Always making an entrance.” Nigel leaned over to the mysterious stranger with dark hair who you couldn’t see the face of but you swooned at his booming laugh. 

“I’m here! I’m here! Don’t fret!” You slid into your seat with a huff causing your bangs to raise slightly from the sudden gust. 

“Omg when did you stop wearing shoes that’s not chic.” Nigel faux gasped. Realising you were still clutching them you quickly tried to manoeuvre your foot back into the all too expensive, uncomfortable heel under the table. 

“I ran here.” You huffed at Nigel.

“That’s great sweetie good for you! Smashing those New Year’s resolutions! Now turn around and meet Chris.”

You were finally able to look up at the handsome celebrity, who looked thoroughly amused by your grand entrance and clunky movements.

The event was held annually to raise money for the arts and your work was a key sponsor but occasional celebrity appearances were nothing to make your jaw drop like this. 

“Be nice…” Nigel whispered swiftly in your ear before he pranced off to socialise. 

“I’ve heard lots about you.” He held out his hand for you to shake

“Good stuff I hope.” The corners of you mouth raised slightly as you returned the gesture. You never saw Chris Evans on the guest list and Nigel always handled the table seating, it was starting to became incredibly clear that the man who had listened to you rant on and on about your relationship status for years had pulled off the mother of all blind dates. That sneaky, conniving little bit-

“Nigel was telling me about how much you do for the artists you work with and quote how ‘You’re their God’…” You were pulled out of your train of thought by Chris smirking at the last line. 

You finally were able to look at his face properly, the small signs of ageing present in the specks of grey in his beard and the wrinkle on his forehead. He was a borderline silver fox, still in his prime with obvious experience present in his face and demeanour.

But you weren’t going to let yourself swoon so easily. Memories flooded in of your recent girls night, as you all huddled around Instagram reading about his newest girlfriend who was conveniently not present. 

She was young which was fine but your FBI level investigator friends were intricately telling you about her background like she was some girl from college. Her horrid behaviour towards waitstaff, her lack of work ethic and how little she cared about her projects, the tweets of her shaming anyone who wasn’t skinny and white - those ones hit hard. You were never the beauty type but that didn’t stop you from gaining the attention from men. But the idea of another woman shaming another for their looks made your skin crawl. She was the antithesis of everything you ever believed in; good manners, kindness and hard work. You believed people were a reflection of those who they surrounded themselves with. And as the memory recalled in your head you couldn’t help but feel icky at the man who while nice and polite probably felt little of you. 

You felt to get through the night you’d definitely need a little help. 

“Well not really, I just listen. People like when you hear them out. I feel like today that kind of personal aspect is lost in interactions.” 

Great answer. Professional. Clear. Nailed it. 

“Well I think they’re lucky to have someone like you. It’s great to see someone give people a platform to share their art.” 

Your eyes diverted from his intense gaze as he spoke sincerely at you to one of your favourite people walking past with a large bottle of wine, the condensation on the sides told you it was white. Your favourite.

“Yeah it’s great, sorry just a second… pssst Geraldine!”

The elderly woman looked at you with a beaming smile on her face, immediately shuffling over to you. 

“Hey! how are you girl?” You took her outstretched hand, squeezing it with happiness. 

“Good! So happy to see you here - I’ll get you the good stuff this stuff… it’s no good!” She waved her finger at you, sticking her tongue a little. 

“Thanks Gerry.” You smiled at her, appreciative of her and the gifts she brings. She was your version of God. 

“You’re welcome darling!”

“You know the waitstaff by name?” His eyebrow raised and you prepared yourself for a snarky comment. 

“They’re human too aren’t they?”

“No I agree I just have met very few people at stuff like this who aren’t so self absorbed with themselves to notice the people who are doing things for them.” You heart pinged a little at that comment, you started to soften in his presence. Catching yourself, you readjusted your posture, pulling your shoulders back. 

“I dont believe you should treat people on their perceived importance, besides kindness pays and now we are all gonna be drinking the good stuff.” You raised your empty glass up, ready to receive the tasty confidence from a bottle.

“I’ll drink to that.” He raised his tumblr of dark liquor, clinking it to your now full glass, making eye contact as you both sipped.

You had nothing to lose and decided to have fun with this, already planning how you are going to recount this epic story of ego takedown to the girls. 

“So Evans right?”

“Yes ma’am.” 

“Huh didn’t recognise you without your bucket hat.”

Chris scoffs “So you saw that huh?”

“Against my will but yes.”

“Well it was complicated.”

“Yeah I imagine hanging around models and c list celebrities all day is “complicated”.”

“I’m hanging around you aren’t I.”

“I’m not a model and I’m not complicated.”

“That surprises me.”

“You don’t know me near enough to be surprised.” You shake your head. 

“No but I would like to.”

“Now THAT surprises me.”

“Seems you don’t like me very much based on what you’ve read.”

“I never I said I didn’t like you I just believe you are the company you keep and I don’t like your company.” 

“That’s still an assumption.”

“Well screenshots live forever don’t they?” You gave him a sarcastic grin.

“You think I would know about those and still continue to hang around someone?”

“How could you not know, do you not know how to use Twitter?” 

“During all your research I thought you would of realised I’m not the best with social media.” He laughed awkwardly.

“I didn’t research you, as I said ‘against my will’”

“Well we are both here now so ask away.” He gestured his drink outwards.

You bit your lip trying to decipher the bullshit from reality but every word he spoke sounded so earnest.

“Why do you date the same skinny actress just in different fonts every time?”

“Who said I dated all of them?”

“Fair enough.”

“Not every woman I’m pictured with I’m necessarily dating.”

“Why would you chose to hang around someone who is so…”

“Horrible?” He interjects 

“I was going to say repulsive.”

“I don’t always have a choice.”

“That’s ridiculous you’re in your 30s.”

“40s… thank you but it’s the way of the game.”

“So you’re a coward?”

His jaw tightened at the suggestion and his playful gaze fell from his face.

“No I just haven’t found the right one.” 

“Maybe because you’re going for the wrong ones.”

“Do you know what this industry is like? I’m constantly getting pushed into being around people that I don’t particularly like.”

You gestured around you with obviousness apparent on your face. 

“Your job is different.”

“So now you’re saying my life is easy?”

“No I’m saying you don’t have 50 cameras in your face at once and people usually aren’t using you for what you have.”

You pursed your lips realising you’ve hit a nerve,

“You really didn’t know did you?”

“Nope. If I did I wouldn’t of taken it as far as it got. People are damn good at hiding their true-selves when it’s convenient but something tells me, you would never understand that.”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well for starters, you came in late, expensive heels in hand - tells me you have good taste but are practical when need be.” 

You nodded at the analyse. 

“You’re nice to everyone you meet, I think about 50 people have walked past beaming at you which is a nice change to have the attention off me for once.” 

“I’m just good at my job.”

“I don’t doubt it but you give it humility. Nigel told me all about what you do and he didn’t understate it.”

You blushed at your accolades particularly coming from the handsome actor.

“I think you can’t help but be anything but yourself and why would you when you’re so great? It’s endearing and a little bit intimidating.” He chuckled out that last line. 

“So I’m asking, can we start over?” He leans in a little closer, placing his hand on your knee like it was nothing out of the ordinary. 

“Yes.” You place your hand on his.

“But first… what if your type?” You quizzed.

“I’m looking at her.” He smirked at you.

After many speakers, more glasses of wine and an unspoken plate swap with Chris who graciously gave you his pasta after you starting drooling over it, the night was starting to become less formal and performers started to play covers of songs you couldn’t help but bop and sway to.

“Do you dance?” Chris asked casually

“Well yes but-.”

“Great!” He interjected, pushing out his chair and holding out his hand.

“Dance with me.”

“I don’t think that’s a good look, there’s photographers around and I know-“

“Omg woman just shut up and go dance with him!” Nigel nudged you out of your seat with Chris quick to steady you.

“You’re an asshole.” You faux sneered at him.

“And you’ll thank me Monday.” He gave you a smug smile.

Chris walked you both to the makeshift dance floor. Wrapping his arm around your waist as you swayed softly.

“So what do you think?” He quipped

“The Gala is going great, no major issues everyone looks like they’re having a good time.” You looked around nervously at a few curious eyes on you two.  

“About me I meant.”

“Oh! Well… I’m 80% convinced.”

“Convinced of what?”

“That you’re not an ass.” 

“That’s promising.”

“Well I’m not easy to sway.”

“Didn’t think you would be.” He purred at you.

You bodies were moving in a slow sway, Chris taking the lead as you melted into his arm as he moved you around the floor. 

“Do you know what you’re doing?”

“Dancing?”

“No being seen with me.”

“What’s so wrong with it?”

“People still think you’re dating her.”

“And? Now they won’t and for good reason.”

“And I was the perfect choice?”

“You weren’t a factor in the plan but if you must know a news report from a “close friend” is due to come out in…” He checks his watch behind your shoulder. 

“12 hours that her and I called it quits.”

“So how do I come into it?”

“You’re just the beautiful woman I met at a charity ball days after a break up that turned out to be my future wife.” He was grinning now. 

“You’re ridiculous you know that?”

“Maybe, but I still want to see you again.”

“80% Evans.”

“Well do you think it’ll be at 90% by next Wednesday?”

“Possibly why?”

“Cause that’s when I’m taking you out… lean back.”

He dramatically dips your body down near the floor never letting an inch of hair even come close to the ground, pulling you back up slowly so your bodies are closer than ever.

You were slightly panting now as he eyes raked your face for a sign of agreement.

“You’re a little too good at this aren’t you?”

“I use to do Tap.”

“No with swooning women.”

“Well if it helps you’re harder to crack than most.”

“Keep it that way.”

He spins you out, only for you to spin back in, your back towards his chest as his arms wrap around your stomach securely. His nose dragging along your cheek.

“So Wednesday?”

“It’s a date.” You move around, hands now landing on his strong chest, his arms clutching your waist protectively, scared if he loosens his grip you’ll somehow disappear into thin air. 

“Would you mind being the front page of a gossip magazine?”

You looked at him confused “Yes why?”

“Because I really want to kiss you but there’s a guy with a camera just over your left shoulder.” 

“Can he see my face?”

“No.”

“Is he filming?”

“Photographer so don’t think so.”

“Could you make him delete it?”

“Definitely.” He grinned.

With that you leaned up a little closer, putting your weight on your toes and placing a soft kiss on his warm plump lips, seeing a sudden flash of white light through closed eyelids you pulled out a little flushed, biting your lip as brush rose to your cheeks. 

“Make him send that to me before he deletes it.”

“Whatever you want.” He leaned down for another kiss.  

Can you do a Imagine where gets jealous because the Reader have a Big crush on Ransom(His character)

Eat Shit Ransom

Chris held the bowl of popcorn in front of your face.

“Aww thank you.”

“What’d you pick.” Chris plopped down next to you, stretching out his arms across the back of the couch.

“Don’t groan.” You gave him a warning look.

“Oh Jesus”

“Knives Out.” You bit your lip quickly

“Argh honey…” Chris threw his head back with a sigh.

“I said don’t groan!”

“Babe we have 5 different streaming subscriptions with 1000s of movies why do you want to watch the same person you see everyday?”

“I don’t want to watch you… I want to watch him.” You gestured to the promo banner of Ransom smirking.

“Fine you win but I’m going on my phone.”

The movie went on with you snacking of your popcorn and Chris occasionally looking up at you as you were engrossed in the same movie you’ve seen multiple times.

You hummed contently almost purring when Ransom came onto the screen, adjusting your position on the couch, thighs rubbing together.

“That’s it.” Chris snatched the remote off the table, pausing the movie

“Hey!”

“He’s a fucking murderer Y/N.” Chris raised his voice slightly.

“So what if he’s the devil Chris, at the least the devil has a job!”

“He doesn’t have a job, he’s a preppy rich asshole who MURDERS.”

“He’s hot!”

“It’s me! I’m right here!”

“Omg” you smirked with realisation

“What?” He scoffed

“You’re jealous.”

“Of a murderer…”

“No you’re jealous I find Ransom hot.”

“Pft I am not.” Chris leaned back, waving you off

“Yes you are, that’s why you hate watching it.”

“Do you hear how ridiculous this conversation sounds, Y/N, that’s me in a sweater.”

“It’s not just the sweater… although I love the sweater… it’s the confidence, the suave, the dickish behaviour… the clean shave.”

Chris’s mouth dropped “Take that back you love my beard!”

“I’m messing with you.” You turned to him, cupping his bearded cheek in your hand.

Chris groaned, head falling into your chest.

“I’m sick of that murderous asshole.”

“I prefer you if that helps.” You smiled down at him.

“I think I just like Ransom so much cause it’s you being very very sexy.” You ran your hands through his hair.

“You think I’m sexy?” He smirked up at you

You nodded “But can you say the thing in the voice just once… please?”

Raising upwards, stretching out his neck a little, he took a deep breathe, moving his faces inches from yours, the classic Ransom smirk on his face

“Eat shit.”

You squealed in delight, mounting his lap.

Your Chris's fluff alphabet was great. Can you write a smit alphabet?

Chris Evans | NSFW Alphabet

A/N: I cant write a smit one but I can write a smut one. Lol. But also thank you cause I love these and loved my fluff one!! If anyone wants any fics on any of the letters send it to my inbox babies x

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Chris will want to remain inside of you for a while after you’re both done, just catching his breath plus he likes the feeling of being inside of you but eventually you’ll shove him until he gets up and goes to the bathroom. He comes back with a warm cloth and then slowly cleans you up, making sure you’re alright, asking you your favourite part (He loves hearing he did good, mans has a praise kink). Then he’ll make sure you pee (YOU HAVE TO PEE) because he knows UTIs aint pretty and doesn’t want to be the reason you get one. Sometimes you’ll have a shower together and he’ll wrap you up in a towel and then takes you back to bed, cuddle with you and pat your hair until you’ve fallen asleep. Sometimes if you both aren’t completely dead by the end, he’ll open the door and let Dodger back in, make you both tea and you’ll cuddle while watching a movie.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

His hands calloused and rough his fingers fit perfectly around your throat, and he always knows the right kind of pressure to apply with his fingers against your skin or your pussy. You can’t get enough of his long digits deep inside of you or down your throat as you taste yourself on him. He also loves how good his hand looks around your pretty little throat, the way your eyes roll back into your head, and you gasp a little at the partial loss of air.

Everyone thinks Chris is an ass guy… and he is but your tits make him go wild. He’s arguably toeing the line over into tit guy territory. He always wants to have his face in them, even if you’re just sitting on his lap innocently, he calls them his favourite pillows. During sex, they’re always one of the main places he goes, just licking and sucking and nibbling on your nipples knowing it makes your back arch and you let out a gaspy moan. He loves the sound.  He’s also gotten very used to tit jobs and while they don’t do much for you, you love how excited he gets, mounting you and putting his cock between your tits.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Chris has a massive breeding kink, so the idea of you filled with his cum turns him on beyond belief and he wants as much of it in you as possible. Which includes shoving the oozing cum back in you with his fingers once he cums in you. Sure, you look absolutely gorgeous to him when its covered over your cheek and you show him his load on your tongue before you swallow but nothing beats a good cream pie.

The thought of putting a baby in your warm, soft womb and it being his, how nice and round your belly would get with his baby – drives him nuts. He’ll wait a little longer though for the real thing.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You get a pedicure every month and always pearly white toes and Chris always asks to see them after, rubbing your feet, giving your toes a cheeky suck. He loves how they look against his cock when you tease it with your feet. It’s not an outright foot fetish but he does find your feet weirdly sexy, especially in heels or sandals. Especially the fact that they’re connected to your strong, curvy legs.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

The man has history and he’s not ashamed of it. He always says there may have been girls before you but you’re the one in his bed every night so who cares. You weren’t no angel either! He always tells you the sex with you is different and he hasn’t experienced that level of intimacy and love with anyone else, plus you two are always doing new things together so it’s not like you haven’t had firsts with each other.

F = Favorite position (This goes without saying)

One week when Chris took you away to the cabin, he pulled out the Kuma Satra and you attempted every position in the book. Granted, some required flexibility that neither of you two could muster but it was one of the best weeks of his life. Trying out new things, you two never leaving the bedroom except for food and water. He loved it.

But the classics are still his favourite, particularly doggy in front of the mirror. This way he can see your pretty face when you cum. He loves how good you look with your back curved, ass high up in the air. He’ll bend over a little and put his fingers in your mouth or around your throat or force you to look at yourself by pulling on your hair. The angle is the best for both of you, with Chris hitting the super deep spots and you not having to do much work. He loves watching your ass jiggle and ripple when he has you in doggy, he can’t get enough of the thickness of your ass and how it feels when he rolls it around in his large hands, trying to get as much as he can.

But when he’s feeling a bit more romantic and intimate, it’s just classic missionary. He can look at your face and kiss your neck, intertwine your fingers, and hold your hands above your head. he likes it when you wrap your legs around him, trying to take him as deep as possible and the way your chest presses up against his, that alone drives him crazy.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in that moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

The Kuma Satra week ended a lot of the time with you both falling into each other, laughing your heads off. He likes how you don’t take it too seriously all the time and he can joke or tease you a bit. Sometimes in doggy or when he’s going down on you, he’ll make a stupid joke saying he found a mole you’ve never seen before, looking up at you smirking. Early on in your relationship you named his dick “The Captain” and while at first, he groaned and told you not to call it that, he got on with the inside joke quickly. He’ll come up behind you and say, “The Captain is on alert.” Then rub his boner against you, or text you that “The Captain misses you”.

We love The Captain.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes)

You banned Chris from shaving his snail trail because you just loved it so much. When he doesn’t have to shave his chest for movies, you’re the happiest girl alive. You love the big manly chest. Down low, he keeps it trimmed, it’s much like his beard in texture and length.

As for you, he says he doesn’t like hair in his food, but you were waxing way before he came along so it didn’t matter. A little hair isn’t going to stop him though so if you get lazy and let it grow, he treats it all the same. He knows better than to start telling a woman what to do with her body.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Chris feels that intimacy isn’t just sex. It’s the little jokes you share or the soft squeeze of your waist to pull you closer. He’s a complete and utter romantic normally, and sex really comes into that.

He cried having sex with you once and when you thought you had done something completely wrong, he just looked up and said

“Sawrry its not you… well it is… I just got a little emotional about how much I love you and how lucky I am to be so close to you… its nothing though we can keep going if ya want. Sorry it’s probably not the biggest turn on to have a guy cry during sex” Safe to say you cried as well.

He thinks what you two have is super special and loves every second he gets to be close to you in that regard. He likes the ritual of lighting a candle, giving you a nice massage or putting rose petals on the bed just because.

He’s intense, when he’s deep inside of you, looking into your eyes and your hands are interlocked he’ll tell you he loves you with complete earnest laced in his voice. He loves that he’s able to be so intimate and vulnerable with you and only you. He thinks sex between you two is sacred and goes above just fucking – it’s an act of love and devotion for him and he makes that known every time.

J = Jack off (Masturbation head canon)

While nothing beats the feeling of you, long stretches of time away meant he had to take matters into his own hands (literally). Doesn’t mean he doesn’t take all the help he can get even to the point of spraying your perfume on the pillow and pulling out a pair of your panties from his luggage. And obviously, facetiming you no matter how tired he is. Being able to see your face and hear your voice as you egg him on sends him over the edge. He loves watching you doing your thing on camera, turning him on. He’ll lock the door and silence his phone, so all his attention is on your pretty little face.

When your miles away and fast asleep, he’ll go off the endless photos and videos on his phone of you… some with clothes on and some not…

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

The way you call him Daddy drives him wild, you’d never do it in front of people, but he loves hearing it. The way you release into his strong figure, letting him take control of things. He loves how cock drunk you get, unable to talk with him inside of you as he pry your mouth open with his thumb, rubbing it along your lower lip.

Pulling your arms behind your back in doggy and holding them secure with his hands is the nice and quick old-fashioned way. But you’ve got a little time, he’ll get out the fluffy handcuffs, they were a joke at first, but he loves watching you squirm, unable to touch his chest, his arms, his face or your clit, desperate for a release.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

The bedroom obviously is the top option; everything you need, endless privacy and the bathroom is right there.

But you both get a secret kick out of event bathrooms, doing a sneak away, one at a time to be discrete. The last person closing the door behind them and immediately you two jumping on each other, literally, you’ll jump him, and he’ll catch you readily, lips attached yours as he places you on the sink while your hands fall to his belt, trying to get it undone as quickly as possible.

The back of cars get too stuffy and aren’t your favourite, but he’ll slip his fingers under your dress and tease your clit a bit or you’ll palm him over his pants maybe even stroke it a little before you have to get out, both now horny and frustrated till the moment you can sneak away.  

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you wear his clothes.

When you’re sweaty after a workout, he reckons you taste like a beautiful, salty/sweet mix and he loves how you look in leggings.

When you have to jump a little to get something off a high shelf or when running up the stairs and your boobs bounce, and a ripple falls across your whole body.

 Anything tight and sexy that shows off your soft skin and the curve of your body – he adores. When you have to be serious for a work call or a meeting. He could watch you talk all day in your professional voice over zoom, hair in a claw clip and glasses on your face, only he can see the tiny shorts your wearing under the desk. He calls you his sexy receptionist and he’d stare at you all day if he didn’t want to rip your clothes off.

But his true motivation, is people flirting with you. All the ogling eyes, lingering stares, and poor attempts to whoo you motivate him more to pull you closer, take you home and prove to you, who really deserves your love and that he’s the only guy allowed to take you to bed.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Three ways and above. Chris was never good with sharing growing up so there is no way in hell that he would ever share his favourite thing in the world… you. People think you have this open Hollywood relationship, but it couldn’t be further from the truth because he is extremely loyal and holds you to the same standard, he holds himself. 100% Monogamous. He wants to be the only one making you cum. (and he gets jealous way too easily)

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He loves when you get on your knees and worship his cock, and all your little tricks you do with your tongue and mouth. But he much prefers the way you react when he goes down on you.

He loves overstimulating you and making you go crazy; he knows if you say stop you don’t really mean it (you have another safe word) because your hand is pulling his head deep into your core. He’ll pull your legs over his shoulders, get a firm grip on the skin of your ass and pin you down to the bed and his favourite, using his strength to pin you up against the wall effortlessly no matter your size. He won’t stop until you’re completely out of juices to cover his beard with. He loves the taste of you on his tongue, the feeling of you pulling on his hair and leaving red marks on his back. He doesn’t care if he can’t really breathe while he’s being smothering by the beautiful, soft, plump skin of your thighs. Lapping, sucking, nibbling, and rubbing with his tongue and fingers.

Chris thinks he has a magical tongue… and he does, he just doesn’t let you hear the end of it. He will always go down on you first, he likes it even more than getting head. He’ll be between your legs, licking and sucking up every drop of your sweet goodness, spitting on your folds, inhaling the scent of you and holding you down as you try and wiggle out of his grip. It’s a lot of “Give me one more baby.” And “God, you go crazy for my mouth don’t ya sweetheart?” He’s such a dick about it but you love him between your legs so you’re not gonna complain. He’s not just using it on your pussy... no… he’s licking at your ear, rolling it along your thighs or your lower back and shoving it in your mouth whenever he gets the chance – he always tastes either like mint gum or beer… and sometimes both and it’s a delicious mixture that makes you go weak.

Especially, when you’re on your stomach and he can move his tongue up towards your tight little hole, teasing it to prepare it for his finger.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough, slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends, sometimes sex is for you two to reconnect in an intimate, sexual “I missed you” way and then its slow and sensual with lots of slow, deep wet kisses and you can enjoy feeling every vein of him against your walls.

But other times, to get you both over the edge it’ll move into the vigorous pace of his balls slapping against your pussy and his cock pounding into you so you can feel every hit of your cervix.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickie, how often etc.)

With Chris’ schedule you don’t get many nights together and you both kind of like the sudden thrill of ripping each other’s clothes off to get as close as you possibly can. Wherever and whenever you can, his pants will be at his ankles and your dress ridden up, with you pushed against the nearest wall or surface. You stopped wearing underwear so frequently so he could always have easy access. It always ends with you just making sure your dress doesn’t look weird after a quickie in the bathroom and you trying to push him off because he keeps kissing and rubbing on you saying he wants more. But you always end, smiling from him kissing every inch of your face and tickling your sides to emit those cute little giggles.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

If no one gets hurt… he’ll do it. While you two don’t do anything super crazy, he gets a kick out of reading some bizarre sex tip online or seeing some crazy position and then doing it with you. He brought a massage candle and went crazy for the feeling of you pouring hot wax on his chest. He likes trying new things because he figures you never know what crazy idea will make its way onto your permanent list of activities.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

He goes well for his age, as long as you cum at least twice he’s happy. Hell, he could go all day with breaks for meals. One time as a “joke” he took Viagra. He didn’t need it; a buddy just gave it to him as a joke and he took it. You both were sore for the next 2 weeks because he couldn’t stop fucking you. You tried a thousand different things to try and get him over the edge, you were up till 4am until sleep gave in. It was fun but the mix of horniness and inability to cum just made him go crazy. You promptly banned him from ever taking it again.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

The drawer. You two are kinky, so you have a whole drawer in his bedside table dedicated to toys. Handcuffs, rope, blindfolds, butt plugs, vibrators, dildos, vibrator remotes – you don’t always use them (because you don’t have to) but it’s always fun when you have time and want to get a little extra spicier. He’ll sometimes lean over and grab the little bullet vibrator he got for you and place it on your clit while he’s fucking you, for that little extra push to get you over the edge.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Chris is a massive tease whether it’s coming out of the bathroom holding his towel so it’s just covering the Captain or coming up behind you, barely scraping his crotch against your ass. Always the non-cholent, faux innocence asking you what you’re doing, how you are feeling, if you want some loving. Running his hands down your sides, moving them towards your hips and ass and giving you soft grabs, pinching at your rolls to make you giggle. Then you’ll confront him and ask him what he’s doing, and he’ll go all “Oh nothing… don’t worry about it.”

Sometimes, he’ll even just pretend not to care when you’re in the mood, giving you “hmms and umms” not looking up from whatever he’s doing just to see how long you can take it. Like a fucking psycho.

He knows not to tease you too much when you’re in the mood or in the moment or you’ll start crying from frustration, Chris doesn’t want his baby crying he just wants to make you feel good. He also can’t keep his hands off you for long.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

There’s no need to be quiet with the house to yourself so Chris is full of groans and grunts, even a little bit of whining if you tease him too long, to the point your neighbours probably think he’s in pain…

But he loves how much you love dirty talk whispered in your ear.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon)

Your period and Chris’ schedule don’t always see eye to eye. Meaning when he comes home after a long time away and all he wants to do is bury his cock in you, a bit of blood is the last thing that’s going to stop him. He’ll throw a towel down and never makes a big deal if a little gets on him, it’s just a period. You also enjoy it more (if that’s even possible with Chris), all your hormones running wild, orgasms and sensations are heightened. He notices it a huge help with your mood swings and cramps so now he just sees it as a win-win situation.

He’s not putting his head down there though.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

We’ve all seen it. That shit is as thick as a coke can.

So, Chris knows that before he even tries to push it there must be lube. Whether that’s the good stuff from the bottle, his spit or him taking extra time to get you really turned on beforehand. Because there is no way that thing is slipping in raw. He’ll always make sure to mention how tight you are around him and how good you take his cock.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Pretty fucking high… but not to exhaustion.

If Chris is at home, you’re doing it 4 times a week minimum. Morning, during breakfast, lunch, before bed, middle of the night – it doesn’t matter if you’re both game and wanting. It’s impressive for his age and he doesn’t isn’t the old man he claims his is with all that energy to please you. You think he’s trying to make up for all the times he’s away. Maybe if he wasn’t away for half the year it’d be steady and normal but he always comes home ravenous and desperate for you.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep)

After a hot and heavy love making session, once you’ve both done the necessary aftercare you are both spent. Chris nuzzles his bearded chin into your chest or neck and falls right asleep in your warm embrace and you both drop off pretty quickly. But don’t worry he’ll be nudging you awake at 2am for round 2.

Can you write about ransom being interested of fucking his shy wife, reader's big ass.

Good Bunny

A/N: You said being and not actually doing it so I went off that. Sorry if thats not what you meant at all lol.

Warnings: Mentions of anal, anal sex, rimming - I feel this is obvious. Also first Ransom fic! Yay!

You lay in your silk nightie, face down on the bed, mindlessly scrolling through your phone until you felt the mattress sink and a familiar figure appear next you, rubbing their hand up your calves and towards you partly exposed ass.

“Hey bunny.” Ransom eyes were fixated on your lower back.

“My eyes are up here.” You moved your head to the side, smiling at your handsome husband.

He moved to lie on the bed, hand still lightly moving back and forth into your fleshy backside.

“I had an idea bunny.” He looked you in the eyes now, mischievous written all over his face.

“What is it?”

“You know it’s such a waste, having an ass like that and not using it for good.”

“What you mean? I’m always shaking it.” You wiggled your ass a bit for emphasis. Ransom groaned at the ripple that flew through the flesh, he grabbed it lightly and gave it a soft smack being met with a small yelp from you.

“Not that bunny, it’s just that I’ve been lucky enough to fuck 2/3 of your holes and thought maybe we should go 3 for 3..”

Your eyes widened at the suggestion.

“We don’t have to. I’d go slow and if you hated it we’d stop but I know how you like to try new things and-.”

“Would it hurt?” You looked at him, worry on your face.

“Yeah, but so did your first time and now you love it.”

You bite your lip “That’s true.”

Ransom moved closer to you, lying next you and holding out his arm for you to snuggle closer. His hand running down your back, rubbing your ass softly.

“We can start slow.” He purred, pulling you up by your chin to look at him so he could gauge the emotions of your face.

“How does that work?” You were anxious but curious.

“Well, we’d start with my tongue...” The mention of his tongue made you perk up.

“Like I always do.” He chuckled. “And I’d move it lower, run it around your rim.”

“And then when your you’re in doggy and nicely turned on… I’d get the wet stuff from your pretty little pussy and slip in a single finger.” He held up the number one.

“It wouldn’t hurt, you’d love it… you like feeling full don’t you bunny?” You nodded submissively at your handsome husband.

“And then, when you’re really ready, I’d get you a pretty pink buttplug and while you’re all hot, heavy and distracted, I’d slip it in your ass.” You gasped as Ransom.

“I’d give you a little time to adjust and it would only be a little bigger than my finger.” You nodded agreeably, thoughts of buttplugs danced through your head.

“Would it get stuck?” You asked innocently, Ransom’s head threw back in a chuckle.

“No baby it has a stopper, I wouldn’t let that happen… you know why?”

“Why?” A smile was showing now as you were impressed with your ability to make him laugh.

“Because I’d have control of it, slowly pushing it in and out of you.”

“And then what?” You were curious now, moving onto of Ransom so your hands were on either side of his chest, his hand still firmly on your ass.

“And then when you’re about to cum, I’d pull it out with a pop.” He moved his mouth and mimicked the sound of the word for emphasis. “You’d lose your mind bunny.” You lay your head on his chest, gazing up at him, hanging on his every word.

“And then overtime, the buttplugs would get a little bigger and longer each time I fucked you until I think you’re ready.”

“Ready for what?”

“For my cock in your ass.” He said it so casually, the smirk on his face never leaving.

You bite your lip at his salacious comment. Thoughts clouded your head and a wet spot formed in your panties at the thought of Ran filling all your holes.

His digit slowly slides up and down your crack, teasing the hole under the thin strip of fabric.

After that discussion, Ransom’s touches and slaps on your ass became more frequent.

Grabbing a bunch of fat to pull you closer.

Teasing your crack as you were standing and occupied, dragging his finger up and down.

He took you to the sex shop letting you pick out whichever buttplug you wanted, you naturally chose the pink one with a sparkly stopper.

And lube, a whole bottle of anal relaxing lube.

Ari is divorced and moving out of the house to an apartment where he meets a happy married, reader with big breasts. Her husband is out of town one day, she and ari have intense sexual one night stand

Neighbours

A/N: I'm baaaaccckkkkk and as always I have something to say ☺️ I am in love with Ari Levinson. Great request but I have to ponder... If reader is “happily married” then why would she cheat? I feel like her being married adds absolutely nothing to the plot, so we are gonna change it to obsessed ex because like… mi no comprehend how happy = cheating. Also, I feel cheating can be triggering for some.

I also think I forgot how to write so please give feedback on this one, like why are some bits in past tense??? Idk I'm insecure validate me 🥺

WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, oral (f receiving, m receiving), dirty talk, sex, orgasm, P in v, Daddy kink (naturally), hair pulling, spit, shitty exes, swearing.

You sat in your apartment, comfy on the couch and freshly single. While most people would see this as a great time to spend their Friday nights going to clubs, seeking for a new dick to get under – you found it the perfect time to bask in the freedom of having uninterrupted you time. That was until a knock at the door caught you off guard.

You sprung up with a groan, tip toeing to look through the peephole and find out who had the audacity to knock on your door at 10:30 on a Friday night.

“Brian” You muttered under your breath in a disdained tone.

Brian. Your whiny, dickish, loser ex. Who despite not having any concrete plans for life besides his regular Friday night strip club visit still thought you could prove yourself to be more “wife material’. By that he meant, on top of making dinner, picking him up at 2am from said strip club visits so he didn’t have to spend money on a Taxi. Safe to say, dumping him didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would.

You pulled open the door, standing in your almost too small pyjama set. “Can I help you?”

“I think you can.” He gave you a sick smirk, closing the space between you by moving his hands towards your waist.

“Don’t fucking touch me Brian. We aren’t together.” Slapping his hand away.

“Don’t be a bitch, everyone hooks up with their ex.”

“Well, I don’t want so can you please leave?” You heard heavy footsteps coming up the stairs from the lobby and you got anxious at the thought of a neighbour witnessing this cringe worthy altercation.  

“I’m not leaving until you let me in.” He moved his foot past the threshold of the door frame, to prevent you from closing the door on his face.

“Brian you can’t-“

“She said leave.” A foreign voice sounded from down the hallway cutting you off, both your heads flung to the source.

The tall, brooding man had only been your neighbour for a week, you passed by each other with tight smiles both of you too occupied to say hello. But that didn’t stop you from getting a good look at him. He was handsome in a ruggish way, often only sporting shorts and wife beaters, sweat forming on his head as he lugged boxes into his apartment. You noticed the gold band on his large finger, yet no man or wife in sight. Yet, today there was no ring and he had swapped the wife beater for a button up shirt and jeans.

“Who the fuck are you?” Brian spat at the man who could beat him to a pulp with minimal effort. Ah Brian, always so confident for a man whose dick was the size of your pinky.

Your hide your face in your hands in a mix of embarrassment and frustration.

“Ari, now I suggest you leave her alone.” He moved closer to you both, slightly moving his body in front of you, blocking Brian from entering.

“She’s my girlfriend and this was our apartment so I think I can stay but thanks pal.” Brian sounded confident but his voice waivered as he cranked his neck to look up at Ari.

“I’m not your girlfriend.” Ari looked back at you, catching your eyes, giving you a soft smile.

“Well, that settles it so either you leave, or I make you leave.” Ari knelt a little, getting close to Brian’s face his voice was calm and level, but his eyes told Brian he wasn’t bluffing.

Brian huffed and made his way back down the hall, not before turning back “Enjoy her she’s a bitch but she’s slutty.”

Ari flashed a glowing smile and a prominent middle finger as he pushed his way into your apartment, closing the door behind him.

“You, ok?”

“I’m used to it but thank you for helping he wouldn’t have never left if you didn’t step in.”

“Don’t worry about it but you look like you need a stiff drink – got anything good?”

“Tequila?”

“Perfect.” He purred, following you as you made your way to your small bar cart, catching a glimpse of the soft skin that hang out slightly from your pyjama shorts.

You grabbed the bottle and twisted the cap;

“You know your wife’s really lucky to have you around.” You spoke as you poured two shots.

“Ex-wife.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be she was my equivalent of him.” You both chuckled at the mutual understanding of horrible exes.

“Y/N, by the way.” You spoke as you handed him the novelty shot glass.

“Good to finally put a name to my pretty neighbour.” You blushed as you clinked glasses, both downing the burning liquid in sync.

“Another?” You smirked at him.

1 shot turned into 4 as you and Ari sat on your couch, bonding over stories of your exes’ antics and anxieties about re-entering the dating scene. Both losing track of time as the hours fell into early morning. But neither of you felt tired, invigorated by your conversation and the upper coursing through your veins.

“She did not!” You hand fell to your mouth as Ari recounted the story of walking in on his ex fucking his friend on their kitchen counter.

“She did.” He nodded slowly, sipping his beer as he recalled on the sight.

“Well, she’s crazy. I mean, why would anyone cheat on you… when they have well… YOU. God, I mean if I had my own version of sexy Jesus at home, I’d never leave bed.” Ari’s eyes went dark at your bold comment as the image of you and him in bed clouding his mind.

You swallowed hard, realising the tequila was speaking for you and you had invertedly just admitted you found your neighbour hot.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to say you were hot, I mean yes you are hot but-“

“Sexy Jesus?”  He crocked an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah, I mean you know with the hair and beard... like… Jesus”

“I’m Jewish.”

“So, you could possibly be a descendent of Jesus then.” You tried to muffle the laugh threatening to spill as your nonsensical statement. But Ari beat you to it, reaching forward in a fit of laughter, his hand grabbing his pecs.

“You are something else Y/N… in a good way, I see why your ex showed up at your door.”

“What can I say I’m very addictive.” You twirled your hand along the rim of your glass, avoiding his prominent gaze.

“Was he telling the truth about that last comment?”

“That I’m his girlfriend? No no we definitely broke up.”

“No, I meant that you’re slutty.”

Your eyes widened and the mouthful of drink you just sipped threatened to spit out.

“I mean that depends…”

“On…?”

“On your definition of slutty.”

“I took it as you were good in the sack.” He was leaning back on the couch now, his long arms stretched along the back, his hand deathly close to your neck.

“I am not “good in the sack”, I am fucking great in the sack.” You leaned in closer to his figure on the last line, your face getting closer to his. Slowly placing your drink onto the coffee table.

He licked his lips in hunger, shortly before he closed the space between you two, his hand falling to your cheek to pull you closer.

You closed your eyes, relaxing into the soft feeling of his beard against your skin as you explored each other’s mouths.

In a swift motion, his mouth never leaving yours, he placed his drink next to yours, moving his hand back to you cup your ass that was slowly raising itself off the couch.

Moving his hand downwards, hooking your leg over his lap so your chest was now pressed against his button up shirt. Not satisfied at the feeling of fabric against you, you pulled away to undo the buttons, revealing his tanned, hairy chest and the shiny gold Star of David chain.

His chest heaved, watching you eagerly as you fiddled with the buttons. “Oh, fuck it!” You ripped his shirt to reveal the delectable abs hidden underneath. Your mouth returning to his as you ran your hands through his dark, shiny locks. He shimmied the rest of the flannel off, hands going to the hem of your cami, eager to reveal the plump, delicious tits, constrained by the fabric. With a final pull over your head, your breasts bounced, hard nipples falling in place against his chest.

“Jesus Christ.” He huffed out, pausing momentarily to admire the sight in front of him. His lips moved from your mouth to your jaw, nipping and sucking at your skin down your neck towards your breasts.

His hands cupped the supple flesh, bringing it to his mouth as he sucked delicately on the hard nib. His eyes looked up at you past his long lashes as your head fell back in pleasure.

He moaned as your pulled on his hair. His hands, took a firm grip of your ass, raising his hips slightly, flipping you on your back with ease, you lay exposed across the couch. Leaping up to undo the zip of his jeans, shoes long discarded he stepped out of the worn denim. Your hands grabbed at the clothed, outline of his cock in his briefs, eager to taste the hunky man. Positioning yourself at the edge of the couch. Ari crouched his knees slightly, noting his height, eager to let you at your want.

Revealing his cock, your eyes widened at his size, bigger than anything you’ve ever seen and much bigger than Brian. You grabbed his base, kitty licking at the plump head, catching the loose drops of pre-cum that oozed from his red slit.

“Fuck Y/N, I knew you knew your way around a cock.” You smirked up at him as his hands pulled your hair into a ponytail, taking the hair tie from his wrist and securing it.

You placed the thick head in your mouth, pushing your spit onto his cock as you ran your lips up and past the head.

“You think you can take the whole thing baby?” He quipped at you.

Giving him a small nod, you opened your mouth wider, flattening your tongue on the underside of his cock as you slowly moved you head forward to let his cock push down your throat.

“Fuck baby! That’s it.” Ari’s hands clutched your ponytail tightly, edging his hips towards your head slowly.

You pulled out, looking up at him, with spit smothered around your lips “Don’t hold back Daddy.” Ari groaned roughly, head falling back at the sight of the beautiful woman on her knees in front of him calling him such a salacious name. It was all he needed to roughly fuck your throat, the sounds of your gags and wet, sloppy punctures filling the room.

He pulled your head back by your ponytail, you whined at the loss of his cock.

“You’re so good at it baby but I need that pussy.” He looked down on you with awe. You nodded, shuffling back onto the couch. Ari fell to his knees, head inches away from your pussy as he helped you pull your shorts down.

His mouth immediately went between your thighs, spitting on your exposed cunt before flattening his large tongue on your heat, leaving a long strip of warm, wetness from the skin above your ass to the tip of your clit. Sucking on the sensitive pearl as you mewled at the sensation. He moved downwards, nudging the tip of his tongue at your weeping hole as his beard brushed against your sensitive clit creating a sensation you have never experienced but was addictive. The bristles moving roughly against any inch of exposed skin.

“Ari please I need it!” You begged as you pushed his head closer to your core.

He stopped suddenly, pulling away to look up at your flushed face, sweat formed on your forehead. “What’d you call me?”

“Daddy, please fuck me.” You looked into his deep blue eyes, need in your voice.

“That’s better.” He smirked up at you, moving upwards to join you on the couch. You pulled him closer desperate to taste yourself on his lips. His movements slowed as he moved his hand to support your head pulling it back slightly to get deeper into the kiss.

Between the rushed, desperation appeared a moment of deep intimacy and want for the person in front of you. He grabbed his cock in his hand and slowly glided it through your wet folds, catching your deep moan as his length filled your tight, velvety interior.

Slowly, he moved in and out, eager not to go too far out and lose the sensation of finally being inside of you.

Letting out a deep groan as you ran your nails down his back, leaving long, red marks.

“Harder Daddy please… I need it.”

He looked at you, strands of sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, dipping his head down to give you a soft, wet kiss, pulling out, he grabbed your chin with his thumb and pointer, opening your mouth slightly as he spit roughly down your throat. You swallowed his spit greedily, flashing him an innocent smile which quickly faded as he pulled out to the edges of your entrance and thrusted roughly back in. You gasped at the sudden hit of his bulbous tip at your cervix. The repeated assault at your most sensitive core caused the coil inside you to tighten, your desperately grabbed at his large arms for stability, nails digging into his hard skin as your release rushed out of you and seeped down his length.

“That’s its baby let it out, fuck that makes me close.” His eyes darted between your two sexes, watching as the cream wrapped around his base like a decorative bow. His thrusts became sloppy as he chased his high, savouring the feeling of being inside of you amongst your juices.

He collapsed into the warm embrace of your chest, softly kissing the supple skin of your breast as you both breathed heavy post the best sex of your lives. As his now limp cock fell out of you along with the sticky, hot mix of your release.

Your eyes squinted at the sudden realisation of light pouring through your window, releasing it was now sunrise, tiredness took over you.

You shook the heavy man on you “Ari, it’s morning, do you want to come back to bed with me?”

“Don’t have to ask me twice.” He steadied himself by his arms on either side of your head as he rose. Holding out his hand to help your shaky figure up and into the bedroom. Arms forming a tight grip on your hips as you hobbled towards your bed.

You both collapsing, ready to enjoy a well-deserved sleep.

I’m just a girl, staring at my laptop… thinking about maybe… MAYBE… finishing the requests that I started 🤨

Watch this space girlies…. momma is back. 😎

Hey girlies update…

I still have the ick 🥰

Trying to un-ick myself so I can write which includes a lot of videos (pre 2020) lol

Per the drama as I grieve the man I thought he was and wake the fuck up to reality… fic writing is postponed for a week or so.

I am tired girlies! And I cant write genuinely when I have the ick about a grown ass man hanging around Miss Teen Portugal and her fatphobic, racist overall musty looking sidekicks.

My thoughts? He needs to get it the fuck together hope momma Lisa slaps him across his smug ass looking face so he wakes the fuck up. At this stage, his chances with me have dropped to 58% and pending - I’m too hot and smart. 💅🏼

Xo

Clover 🍀💕

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. 

Hehehe you buy velvet legging hehehe but you’re in public ish so no smutt can he keep his hands off your leggings?

Tik Tok Leggings

A/N: The thought of velvet.. on my skin is just 🤢 so instead we are doing those Amazon leggings, I know you wont complain you love me too much xo 💕☘️

“Y/N! Let’s go” Chris called up the stairs at you as he waited and fastened Dodger’s leash to his collar.

You came thumping down the stairs, holding your poorly supported chest, covered in a simple V-neck tee. Chris looked up at you, but his eyes didn’t leave your legs. You had been together for a while meaning Chris knew every single item in your closet but the leggings you had on, he was sure he had never seen before.

The fabric wrapped around your thighs tightly, the waistband was the firm back support you needed, coming up over your hips snuggly, meaning you didn’t have to be constantly pulling up your pants and the skin-tight fabric sat comfortably on your skin.

“Oh, wait my phone!” You stopped in the middle of stairs, making your way back. Chris eyes widened at the sight of the ass shaping leggings, perfectly curving inwards onto your crack, shaping the two wide cheeks and giving you false Brazilian Butt Lift. Chris had seen your ass many times, in different angles and leggings and skirts and dresses but he had never seen it like this before. Goddamn Amazon.

You came back down moments later, he had dropped Dodger’s leash and his mouth hang agape as he watched you, tongue threatening to spill past his lips as he dragged it against the inner part of his curved, bottom lip. Eyes wide and dark like dinner plates.

“What?” You looked at him quizzically.

“Those... um... leggings.. they new?” he stuttered out with a gulp.

“Oh these” You turned your hips slightly towards, allowing him a new angle to ogle you at.

“Yeah Amazon, I saw them online and they’re super comfortable… do they look ok?” You crooked your head a little, trying to reach an answer to his dumbstruck face.

Chris just simply nodded hastily, reaching down to grab the leash off the floor, that had landed close to your feet. He noses pressed briefly against your hips before you jolted down.

“I got it!” Dodger moved behind you, forcing you to bend over in front of Chris, turning your body and presenting your ass towards him. That was it.

“We aren’t going.” He said sternly.

“What? No, we are, Dodge needs a walk, and you promised me coffee.” You pouted, lifting the leash into your hand and bypassing Chris towards the front door.

“Snap out of whatever is with you right now you’re being weird.” You huffed, letting Dodger lead you outside.

Chris groaned, biting his knuckles, and rolling his eyes into the back of his head. Knowing the next hour was going to be torturous.

He walked a couple of steps behind you, admiring the view of your ass, every step caused a ripple of jiggle as you walked side by side with Dodger. He was hypnotised, worried he’d trip if he didn’t keep a steady conscious right now.  

Chris jogged a little to catch up to you both, his hand falling to your lower back innocently as you bypassed neighbours and strangers going about their day.

Slowly as you walked, with his head looking back slightly to get a view, would his hand fall incriminating lower, feeling the fabric against his palm as he softly patted the round of your ass, smoothing over your left cheek.

“What are you doing?” You stopped in the street.

“The leggings.” He growled.

“Yes, leggings, they’re leggings Christopher.”

“Yeah, well these leggings look like a second skin on you, and I don’t know what it is, but I have this relentless need to bite your ass and then rip the fabric off.”  

Now it was your turn to be shocked.

“Really? Is it that bad omg that’s embarrassing.”

“It’s far from embarrassing baby.”

“Chris the paps could be anywhere you have to be careful.”

“Yeah, I know but just give me one squeeze and I’ll try and keep it PG for the rest of walk.”

You rolled your eyes “Fine.”

His hand immediately glided towards your waist, inching his way to the thick, prominent mound that was your ass cheek, taking as much mass as he could in his hands, he gave a rough squeeze, palming the skin in his hand a little, forcing it to jiggle up and down. His breathe ragged against your cheek as he watched his hand rhythmically play with you over your shoulder. “Jesus Christ have mercy.” He breathed out.

“Ok ok.” You pushed him back.

“Y/N, can we please go home now?” He was begging at this point, and you could see the slight straining bulge under his workout shorts.

You rolled your eyes “Ok ok but you have to make me a coffee.”

“I’m buying you a new pair.” He looked at you, not a hint of humour in his voice.

“Why? They’re brand new!”

“You’ll see. Heck, I’ll buy you a pair in every colour. Throw out everything else you own.” He was smirking now.

“You’re an animal.” You rolled your eyes.

“Baby you haven’t even see the worst of what I’m about to do to you.” His whispered in your ear, handing stealing another squeeze as you made your way back to the house.

Me making a dent in my requests, posting and then getting more requests

I absolutely love it cause it means you all like my writing but girlies there is a 3 week turn around for requests so please be patient with me! X

But also if you just submitted a request (there were a few of you) I LOVE THE CONCEPTS, GREAT, CREATIVE, BRILLIANT, EXCITING. THE REQUESTS… THEY FUEL ME.

I’m going on a trip for the next few days where reception is next to none so I won’t be active for a little bit 🥺 but I have your requests on my laptop and I will be writing 😘

High Off You

A/N: Ok so not a day goes by I dont think of this quote:

I dont think it’s talked about enough that my our little ray of sunshine use to smoke. Makes me love him a little more! So this is for my stoner girlies... I see you!

WARNINGS: Mentions of weed, being high

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 took a drag of the rolled-up joint, placing it back on the ashtray beside him. Blowing the smoke into your mouth like he always did, placing a wet open kiss to your mouth sealing the smoke between you two.

You loved this time of year, when Chris had ceased all commitments for the year, and you took time off work for the holidays. You had a decent week between both of you finishing up for the year and when the chaos of the festive season started so you’d always take time for you two. With no responsibilities and nowhere to be, you’d both go to his LA home and lock yourselves inside, spending the majority of the time reconnecting and occasionally, such as nights like this, getting baked on that sweet Californian green. It made you both feel younger and meant for many funny, giggling nights wrapped up in each other’s arms.

The intimate moment was promptly ruined though when Chris barked with a jolt;

“I got it! I’m the George Clooney!”

“You’re what?” Your eyes squint in confusion as you tilt your head to look at your boyfriend more clearly.

“Like the George Clooney effect that’s me!”

“Explain” you went back to laying on his chest, eyes looking up at the starry night.

“Ok so older guys settle down...”

“You’re not old”

“I’m older than you by 10+ years.”

“You don’t act it.”

“Shhh baby let me finish.” He placed his hand over your mouth lazily.

“So older guys like me who people think are a player…”

“Think? Are.” You mumbled under his hand.

“Shhh I’m talking here!” His Boston accent was thick as he playfully hushed you. He tried to be serious, but the giggle threatened through his voice.

“Eventually… ya know… settle down with an educated, independent, success, BEAUTIFUL woman who just happens to be younger than them.”

“Are you saying you’re like George Clooney?” You snorted

“I’m saying you’re my Amal Clooney baby.” He nuzzled his beard into your neck.

“Ok I like that.”

“It’s true, I got lucky with youuuu.” He pursed his lips, looking at you with bloodshot eyes.

“You’re high baby.”

“So are you.” He giggled

“Yeah I am.” Your giggles soon turned into a fit of laughter.

“You know what we should do?” He cupped his hand around your ear, whispering into it. Even though it was just you two on the porch. Cuddled under a singular blanket on the outdoor couch, lit up by artificial light as you watched the stars.

“Make popcorn and go watch Fantasia.” You bit your lip up at him.

“I wasn’t gonna suggest that but it’s a way better idea than what I was thinking.”

“What were you thinking?”

“We go for a walk around the block.”

“Chris, we did that an hour ago…”

“Was that an hour ago? Did we actually? Well… what if somethings changed?”

“In an hour…?”

“You don’t know Y/N, you just don’t.” He put on a serious tone to the ridiculous suggestion which made you burst out laughing.

“Yeah, no you’re right maybe in the hour since we last walked around, a new owl has appeared.” You got up from his arms and started to make you way inside.

“Ya never know!” He quickly followed up behind you. You got up too fast and suddenly realised the effects of the drug had hit you more than you expected. Wobbling slightly, you almost fell before Chris caught you in his arms, quick on your step.

“Easy girl.”

“Omg why is the floor moving!”

“It’s not your just stoned out of your mind… come on take my arm.” You wrapped both of your hands around his large bicep as he eased you through the back door back into the house, closing it behind you two. You looked like a storybook witch wrapped up in the tartan blanket.

“Ok popcorn.” Chris clapped his hands together as you made your way into the kitchen. You sat on the bench seat and watched as Chris just stared mindlessly into the pantry.

“Bottom shelf.”

“I know I just forgot how much food we have… holy shit… Y/N.. have you seen this?”

“Chris!”

“Yeah sorry sorry but wow what a nice pantry.” He shook his head in disbelief, dopey smile planted on his face as he bent down to grab the popcorn.

You watched as he slowly and methodically read the instructions on the packet, rubbing his face a few times to focus on the task.

“Do you need help?” You looked at him

“No it’s fine, don’t get up, but just quickly, does it matter which way I put it in? Like will the kernels get confused?”

You sniggered at the insinuation that kernels get “confused” and the way his words kind of slurred when he spoke

“Turn it over.”

He turned it over still looking at you for clarification

“What does it say in big red letters?”

Chris moved the packet around a couple times bringing it closer to his face, inspecting the writing “This.. way… up.”

He looked up at you with a smirk “God you’re so smart baby.” Leaning over to kiss you on the forehead. He put in the microwave and grabbed his phone, putting on music as he waited for it to pop.

Chris loved to put on 70s disco when he was high so when he landed on Young Hearts Run Free you couldn’t stop laughing at his ridiculous yet shockingly good dance moves as he mouthed the words and put on a little show for you.

You got up and decided to join him as he took you in his arms, doing exaggerated spins, turns and hip thrusts into your direction. Grabbing you close when you tried to move away, holding you back against his chest as he swayed you in front of the microwave, leaving wet sloppy kisses on your neck.

“Chris… stop! It tickles!” You laughed, reflexes forcing your chin into your neck as you felt the vibrations of his laugh on your shoulder.

Once your little dance party was over and you had settled on the couch, exaggerating your annoyance at the fact that you had to go back to sharing your makeshift witch’s cloak. Chris turned on Fantasia.

“Come closer.” He cooed.

“Chris I’m right here.”

“Yeah, but I want you on top of me.” He groaned like a disgruntled toddler.

“Fine!” You moved your hips onto his lap, leaning back into his chest.

“Besides you get paranoid and hit the ceiling at the scary part.”

You instantly froze in his arms “omg I forgot about that part.”

Chris laughed “How do you forget, last time we did this you hid under the blanket and cried TURN IT OFF! TURN IT OFF!” He was full belly laughing now reminiscing at the memory.

“And you just laughed! It is scary! With the fire and the weird bat thing!”

“Y/N… it’s a fucking DISNEY movie!” He was wheezing at this point, his whole body laughing, threatening the stability of your position on his lap but he was quick to keep the strong grip of his arm around your waist.

“Ok ok… hahahaha… god… that’s… ok… fine we’ll watch something else.” The remote still in his hands as he backspaced the search.

“Let’s say it together on 3.” You turned to look at him.

“We are both gonna say the same thing aren’t we?” He quirked an eyebrow up, eyeing you with a smirk.

“You’re definitely thinking what I’m thinking.”  Your eyes widened, flipping yourself over so your hands lay on his chest and you’re face to face.

“3” he said

“2” you said

“1… Rick and Morty” you said in unison

“God this is why I’m gonna marry you, holy shit!” He laughed, his head falling back.

You woke up to the sound of birds chirping. You and Chris still on the couch, popcorn kernels spread amongst you both as he snored peacefully, grip lazily on your back as you noticed the small patch of drool on his shirt from you, and Netflix asking if you are still watching. Realising you had fallen asleep on the couch in a high haze, you shut off the TV and went back to cuddling your boyfriend, who instinctively kissed your forehead and pulled you closer towards him.  

Request if possible. Eating out/ Banging in kitchen.

Cookie

A/N: Enjoy 💕☘️

WARNINGS: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, daddy kink, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, rough sex, orgasm, P in V

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.

“Stop stop stop!” 

“What? you said add flour!” 

“I said add a cup not the whole container.” 

“Oooh shit sorry baby.” He smiled at you sheepishly, flour now covering the counter and Chris’s shirt and hands. 

“Gosh now I’m all dirty.” He said in a sarcastic annoyance. He pulled his shirt up over his head, revealing his intricate tattoos all over his torso. He sighed as he ripped his shirt off, throwing it across the counter. 

You leaned against the counter, arms crossed, drinking in the sight of him but trying to resist his clear attempt at turning you on. “We are making cookies Christopher.” 

“They’re not going anywhere.” He closed the space between you, mouth going to your shoulder and trailing up to your jaw with sloppy kisses “I can name something that would taste much sweeter.” Blush rose to your cheeks as he pulled your arms apart and placed them on his shoulders, eager for you to hold him close.

His hands went down to your waist, inching under your ass, squeezing as his pulled you on top of the counter.

“Let’s make this more even shall we.” He slipped your knit dress off your body, your tits bounced free with the final pull of the fabric over your head. 

“Tsk tsk no panties, naughty girl.” Chris crouched down in front of you placing soft kisses on your thighs, forcing your legs open by your knees.

Immediately sliding his tongue up and down your slit. 

“Chris baby don’t tease.” You begged 

“As you wish cookie.” He smirked up at you

His beard tickled your inner thighs as his tongue explored the hole within your folds. Sucking lightly with his lips on your swollen clit. He lapped up the juices of arousal flowing out of you, slurping them up and spitting them back, getting you wet and excited. Your hand fell to his head, pushing him closer to your core as you moaned his name, in a singular motion he moved you closer to the edge. Replacing his tongue with his fingers, moving himself up to be level with you. 

His fingers thrusted inside of you vigorously.

“Open your eyes baby” he cooed. Your mouth latched onto him as he swallowed your moans, warm liquid shot onto his hands and fell to the floor with a splash as you squirted in ecstasy, eyes bulging and your mouth agape, holding onto Chris’s shoulders for support as your body threatens to fall back in pleasure.

“I got you baby, good girl, cum on my fingers baby, God… that’s so hot baby.” He slowed down the motion of his fingers, pulling out slowly.

“You ready or you need a minute baby?” Chris looked at your eyes, care across his face. 

“I want you now.” You pulled his mouth onto yours by his chin

He chuckled into your kiss, loving your eagerness.

He pulled down his sweats, pumping himself a little as he positioned his rock hard cock at your entrance.

You watched as the veins in his hands flexed, resting your forehead on his as you both watched the repetitive motion. You bit your bottom lip in anticipation of his girth.

He ran it tauntingly between your folds, you groaned at the sudden touch on your sensitive clit. 

“Beg for it.” His eyes darkened as he purred at you.

“Please baby, I need it.”

“What do you need sweetheart, use your words.”

“Daddy’s cock in me.”

“Hmmm good girl.” With that he slipped his whole size into you. You gasped at the sudden contact as his tip brushed your cervix. 

He stayed there for a moment, letting you adjust to his size before he started to move agonisingly slow, in and out, this time avoiding going too far before he met your gspot.

“Chris please fuck me baby.” 

“Because you asked so nicely.” He pushed you back slightly, you laid your back on the cool marble tiles as Chris pulled your legs up over his shoulders, exposing you both to a whole new angle. His fingers bruising into your fleshy thighs, holding you steady as he aggressively thrusted in and out. You were a moaning mess of “yes” and “don’t stop” as Chris grunted with every harsh thrust against your core. The quick pace put constant friction against your sensitive core, not allowing it a moment that wasn’t free from intense pleasure. 

“Oh god baby I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too don’t stop.” You cried.

He pulled you back up closer to him, wanting your hot skin against his chest, as your hard nipples pressed against his pecks, your tits bouncing up and down vigorously with the sudden thrusts. 

 Your nails digged into his back, scratching red lines into his skin. You grabbed onto his ass to pull him in closer, wanting him to release deeply into you.

With a final thrust, you both cum in unison. Panting as you caught your breathe after the intense session of passionate lovemaking. 

You threw your head back with a deep sigh

“God, now I really want a cookie.” You looked at Chris, exhausted, puppy dog eyes staring at his content smirk. 

Chris roared with laughter

“Fuck it I’ll buy you whatever cookies you want just come shower with me.” As he lifted you up towards the bathroom. 

Chris x reader being really tight friends.

Like they hold hands, hug, forehead/cheek kisses.

They go to an award show, reader is friendly flirting with a Co star of Chris.

He sees it while giving an interview.

When he finishes he comes up from behind, hugs reader close to him and kisses readers cheek. He's slightly jealous...

Media goes wild...

Both phones blow up. Speculations about secret relationship...

Something like that. Thanks 😘

Because I Want You

WARNINGS: Swearing, big mad Chrissy, little angst, jealous Chris

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. 

“How you feeling?” Chris placed his hand on your knee in the limo, rubbing small circles with his thumb over the expensive fabric, desperate to feel your skin. 

“I might die from excitement! Did I say thank you? because this is a dream come true.” 

“You’ve only said thank you 500 times… but once again you’re welcome and for the final time I wanted you to come because there was no way I was doing this alone.” 

“I know I’m just super excited to rub shoulders with celebrities.” You bit your lip, shaking your head in disbelief. 

“You know I’m considered a celebrity, right?” 

“Yeah, but a REAL celebrity not my guy best friend who despite being a movie star is still in my mind the 12-year-old boy who pinned my down and threatened to lick me unless I gave him the last cookie.”

 “Classic move. Worked every single time.” Chris sat smugly.

“You’re disgusting” you glared at him.

“Yet you love me.” He moved a hair out of your face and kissed you on the cheek. 

“Do I look good?” You gestured at your dress,

“For the 20th time you look fucking amazing” Chris’s eyes scanned your body like he had done many times this evening, but this time felt like he could openly admire how you looked in the dress. Your boobs and curves filled it out in a way not many women could master, you looked sexy and classy. 

 “Ok good I just wanted to hear you say it again, also because Henry Cavill is going to be there and omg that man is just… swoon” You smiled, jokingly fanned your face. 

Chris’s hand gripped your knee a little tighter. “Yeah. he will be…” His voice got a little quieter as he looked out of the window, slightly taken aback by the comment about his co-star. 

Noticing the car coming to a stop, he prepared himself to step out.

“It’s showtime baby, now remember I’ll be right next to you the whole time but when I have to do an interview go stand near my assistant, so I know where you are, ok?” 

“Yeah, yeah I get it come on!” You pushed him out of the car, his eyes rolling at your eagerness as he moved around to your door and opened it up for you. 

Holding out his hand to help you out of your seat. You were immediately met to the sounds of screams and flashing lights. 

Your hand still firmly on Chris’s as he eased you towards the carpet, he dropped it monetarily to wrap it around your waist, putting you in a secure position close to him.

You posed in front of the sea of photographers, increasingly more aware that you’re getting 1000 photos taken of you at once, you go tight in Chris’s grip.  

Noticing the instant tension of your body at the scene in front of you, he moved his mouth down, kissing your temple “relax, they’ll love you.” He whispered against your head. 

You gave him a small smile moving towards his ear “I’m shitting myself.” You whispered in his ear, his head immediately fell back in a roar of laughter “don’t worry me too babe” he said, smirking at you. 

“Chris, we need you for an interview can you come over here please.” 

“I’ll be 5 minutes.” He squeezed your waist in reassurance, kissing your cheek quickly as he moved to the handheld mic, and you sulked to the side-lines.

Taking the moment to catch your breath and take in the scene of chaos around you, a hand pressed gently on your shoulder blade. 

“Apologies, I just had to talk to the rumoured woman of the hour.” A suave British accent startled you out of your haze. 

Your eyes widened at the gorgeous man who had appeared behind you, his tall, muscular figure, looking down on you was contrasted by his soft eyes and charming smile. 

“Don’t apologise… woman of the hour?”

“Seems everyone’s talking about that dress…” He gestured to your navy-blue number. 

“Well, I was worried about whether it would be ok for this kind of thing, I’m not really used to it.” 

“I think it’s more than ok; I’d say it’s brilliant, especially on you.” His piercing gaze never left yours as his tongue peaked out to wet his lower lip, admiring the sight of you. 

Your eyes were firmly fixed on Henry’s, lost in the intense eye contact so you didn’t notice the fidgety Chris, stuttering to answer questions as he neck stretched out, trying to reach your eyes. His jaw tightened at the sight of you and Henry, jealously burned in his stomach as he watched his co-star undress you with his eyes. 

Trying not to show his annoyance but it was clear his mind was half in the interview, giving vague answers of “oh yeah” “it’s great, it’s brilliant, ya know…” eyes skating towards you constantly as he shoved his fidgeting hands in his pockets, shifting his weight back and forth on his feet.

“Where are my manners, I’m Henry.” He held out a hand, you placed yours in his, where the size difference between the two become obvious. He sandwiched your hand softly between both of his, shaking slightly but never letting go. 

“Oh, I know. Y/N, I’m a friend of Chris’s.”

“Friend, you say? Oh well that’s good news, I thought maybe you two were...” 

“Chris and me? Oh no we are just-“ you were interrupted as strong hands wrapped around your waist pulling you towards his chest, hoping you’d ease into his grip. His mouth going to the skin between your jaw and your shoulder, placing a soft, wet kiss. 

“Hey baby, I see you’ve met Henry.” 

“Ahh Chris, hi! Yeah, she’s great we were just talking about you.” Henry got visibly nervous and confused seeing the sudden affection between the two of you. 

Blush rose to your cheeks in embarrassment. 

“Oh really! Awesome well seems Y/N here forgot about this thing we have to go do…”

“I… what…” you looked back at Chris, confusion all over your face.

“Yeah, the thing inside, come on. But hey! we’ll see you after, man. Alright?” Chris was smiling and charismatic but the look in his eyes was a clear, stern stare of “she’s mine, back off.”

The men shared a silent conversation with their eyes, marking a clear understanding that you couldn’t quite decipher. 

“Yeah, of course, lovely to meet you again, Y/N hope you enjoy the night.” His hand rubbed the back of neck, unsure of whether he should kiss you goodbye but not wanting to further anger the territorial bear that was Chris right now. 

Chris pulled you by your arm inside and towards a secluded hallway away from wandering eyes and all the noise. 

“What the fuck was that about? Chris you just ruined my chances with Henry Cavill!” 

“Good! What the fuck was that? I’m giving an interview and can’t give you attention for 5 minutes, so you go off and find someone else? Sorry I didn’t know Henry fucking Cavill was your best friend for 25 years and that he took you to a major award show as his date!” 

“We were talking Chris! It’s not like I was playing tonsil tennis on the carpet - what has gotten into you? You don’t own me! I can flirt with whoever I want! Why do you always have to ruin every chance I get with a guy because you’re so miserable being single you can’t stand to see someone else happy!” 

“Because I want to be with you!” 

You paused in shock at his sudden confession. 

“I’ve been in love with you since middle school for fucksakes and you never noticed. I saw you and Henry and fuck it yeah, I got jealous, I couldn’t stand. I’m sorry I ruined it for you, I just-“ 

You cut him off by planting a strong kiss on his lips. He instantly relaxed, hands falling to your waist as you ran your hands through his hair, deepening the kiss. 

You pulled out looking up at him “I don’t want Henry Cavill.”

“You were trying to make me jealous?” He looked at you quizzically. 

You nodded slowly. “It worked though, didn’t it?” 

He shook his head and tutted “You are something else you know that?” Before grabbing your face and planting another kiss on you.

What you thought was a private intimate moment turned out to be filmed by some intern peaking around the corner. Turns out you too loud mouths weren’t as quiet when you were fighting as you thought. 

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Hey, I have an inspiration request that I want you write, please. It's about the reader being a Victoria secret model and married to Chris Evans. One day, reader was in the fashion show and Chris is there with his brother, scott. he was there support her

My Angel 

A/N: Ok so while I’m not a huge fan of VS Fashion Shows (we all know) I shamelessly attended many VS sleepover watch parties and those girls got it! Queens! So for the purpose of this fic we are gonna do the Adam Levine (🤢) and Behati Prinsloo (🥰) outfit/moment. Linked here.

The stylist fiddled with your diamanté encrusted bodice. You took deep breathes as they adjusted and tightened at your body while easing your feet into the intricate knee length sandal heels.

You’ve walked runway plenty of times, it was your job for god’s sakes but when you were offered the chance to be a VS Angel let alone the Snow Angel while you couldn’t turn it down, you had reservations about walking down one of the biggest shows in the world in your underwear none the less.

Anxious how your husband, Chris Evans, would feel about the whole world seeing what only he does. Let’s just say his reaction was better than expected…

“Are you kidding me? You’re doing it. Omg baby that’s incredible! My girl, my wife, a VS Angel, holy shit!”

“Are you sure?? Chris I’m going to be in my UNDERWEAR, your mom will see it!”

“And…? She’ll be cheering you on just as hard as me. It’s a job honey, I’ve gotten in my underwear plenty of times.”

“That is true I’m just nervous I guess with everyone watching.”

“Hey, you’re gonna blow them away - I’ll be in the crowd, and you can look at me and it’ll be like no one else is there. Just pretend you’re strutting your stuff for me in the bedroom, it’s not different than what you do every night.” He purred the last line pulling you in by your waist.

“You’re still my Angel though.” He looked down at you, biting his lip as he stared into your eyes.

“Always your angel, baby” You kissed him.

The memory of last month was interrupted by the producer calling you.

“Y/N you walk in 2… go line up! Now!”

With only seconds to spare, you breathed in once more, planted on a smile and walked down to the sound of Trouble by Taylor Swift.

Walking the runway in long, gracious strides, waving your hands on either side of you to the crowd.

Grabbing Taylor’s hand and giving it a squeeze as you swanned past her.

And there he was. Front row. Centre stage.

Smiling like a Cheshire Cat at the sight of you. Grabbing Scott’s jacket, next to him, he shook him a little and pointed up to the stage, his face like a kid who just saw an ice cream van.

He stood up, hollering and hooting, cupping his hands around his mouth to extend the sound of

“That’s my wife!” “Go baby! Yes! Go Y/N.”

Scott next to him had equal enthusiasm as they clapped and cheered.

You made your way to the tip of the stage. You were going have fun with the large, fluffy wings on your back, grabbing onto the hidden handles tucked into the outrageous white feathers, you thrashed the wings inwards and outwards in a dramatic fashion as the chorus beat dropped.

Leaning forward, your eyes landed on Chris’s, blowing a kiss and winking at him.

He blew it back and the camera caught the romantic interaction between two lovers.

Once the show had ended and you had changed into a more modest outfit, you met Chris at the after party.

Spotting him immediately, he held out his hands ready to catch you as you ran towards him, jumping on him and wrapping your legs around his torso.

“Omg baby! You killed it.” His hands on your ass supporting you mid-air.

“Really?” Your hands cupped his head looking at him as his chin rested on your chest comfortably, his grip on you never faulting.

“Yes, now the whole world knows how good my Angel is.” He smirked; you bowed your head down to plant a kiss on his lips. He placed you on the floor to let you go hug your friends and family.

His hand stayed firmly on your waist, beaming with pride at your performance and feeling just a little smug that he’s married to a VS model.

Imagine

Chris loves the feeling of sleeping on ur boobs

https://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0580/0837/1362/articles/70_ff3f59ef-5c8a-48fc-a4b1-4435c34c0f82.png?v=1636438945 thats how i imagine then, honestly idk The size

And I wanna say that I love your writing and that I’m proud of you<3

Favourite Pillows

A/N: Aww I’m proud of you too. Wait can I get more little messages after requests its so cute. 

The Pic:

You were propped up in bed, Dodger at your side, glasses sitting lazily on the end of your nose reading your book. Covers pulled up to your chin, warm and snuggly in the sheets. It was almost 11 and Chris still hadn’t come home.

They were shooting night scenes and while you appreciated that were filming in Boston so he could come home after work for once, this was a late one even for him.

You heard the front door being opened and closed slowly, the sound of soft steps coming up the stairs. Dodger stirred slightly but then seemed to decide it wasn’t worth the effort and went back to his slumber on your lap.

Chris appeared in the doorway, peaking his head in,

“I thought you would have been asleep by now.”

You placed your book out flat in front of you, looking up at him through your glasses

“Can’t sleep without you.”

“I’m coming.” He slipped off his shoes and undid his pants, stripping down to his boxer briefs.

He whistled while he took off his clothes “Dodger. Bed.” With that the pup, lazily made his way back onto the floor and towards his mat near the door.

“More room for me now.” Chris smirked at you.

You put your book on the bedside table and opened the sheets that covered your body. Your thick thighs revealed a small triangular window of your hot pink lace panties. His eyes trailed up to the tight grey cotton tank top, which while stretchy and comfortable looked like a size too small as it hugged your chest tightly, exposing your prominent nipples and large mounds.

“Now this is why I like when we film in Boston.” He crawled towards you on the bed, getting himself comfortable as he kissed you before placing his head down on your tits, his favourite pillow, his warm large body swallowed you up as he distributed his weight on top of you, tangling his legs in yours.

With a sigh he lay his head down softly on your chest.

“Big day?” You enquired.

“I am exhausted and been thinking of this all day.” His voice muffled as he sunk into your cleavage. Being fully supported by the soft, fleshy melons. His beard tickled the skin of your boobs, as he nuzzled in between them, inhaling the scent of your coconut body oil and various other shower products.

You giggled slightly as you ran your hands through his hair, he let out a content moan as he enjoyed the motion of your hands gliding through across his head, slightly scratching his scalp.

In no time at all you heard soft snores fall from his lips. As always, he had fallen asleep in his favourite position. You turned off the light next to you and slowly shimmied down the pillows to lay comfortably, careful not to stir the sleepy boy.

Hi, I loved your Yes, No, Maybe... fic, is so good 🥰. I don’t know if you accepting requests but I would love to see a part 2 about their date 🥹🥹

Trust Me?

A/N: It is ready. Enjoy 💕☘️

YOUR POV

It was hard to find sympathy from your bestie at this point in time. 

Because they were right. 

Like always. 

This is not the worst thing to ever happen to you. 

It may be the most stomach curdling, sweaty palm, internal freak out moment of your life but nothing about having uninterrupted time with Chris Evans was bad. But you couldn’t help but think the worst. You sat in the foyer of your building, taking deep breathes, and pressing tissue to your forehead to make the sweat less obvious. 

You hadn’t told a single soul but them about this date. In the case it was a complete fuck up, that way you didn’t have to explain the could have been. 

When Chris asked to pick you up for your date you were a little taken aback. Where was he taking you? You didn’t know because he said it was a secret. The douche used your own line against you. But before you could run back upstairs to your apartment and throw up, you saw a slick black car pull up outside your building. And there he was. 

The moment you saw him again, the butterflies in your stomach ceded, replaced with this gooey feeling of mush and warmth. Your body tingled with excitement and your mind had to fight your body to just pull him in and kiss him. It felt like walking into a warm room filled with familiar faces or that first sip of hot tea on a cold day. Safe to say in the 24 hours since you had last saw him, you had developed a serious crush. Maybe it was all the YouTube bingeing of his interviews. But, this crush could not happen because from 1 week from now eh will be gone and you will be a past memory. 

He told you to dress casual but comfortable. Whatever the fuck that means to a man. You swear you had a 3-hour breakdown to your besties about the definition of casual yet comfortable who all came to the same conclusion.

Jeans and a nice top. So, there you stood. In your best ass hugging jeans and a top that didn’t make you look like a nun but screamed soccer mom with subtle cleavage.  The most basic outfit to ever exist. Basic = Safe. You were happy with it. 

He got out of the car, throwing the keys in his hand and shoving them into his pocket, beaming as he came up to the front door. 

It’s time to fall to your default in any awkward situation in which you don’t know how to feel… sarcasm. 

CHRIS’S POV 

Holy shit how did she get prettier overnight? 

Stop smiling like that she’ll think you’re a psycho.

God, Jeans, she wants to kill me. 

Truth is, I couldn’t stop smiling. She was just so goddamn gorgeous. 

“You look great.” You fucking idiot why don’t you say hello? Now she’ll think you just like her looks. 

“Is this what you meant by comfy yet casual?” She gestured to her outfit. Simple yet absolutely perfect on her. 

“Yes, but I wouldn’t have cared if you came out in Pyjamas or a ballgown.” 

“Really? Do we have time for me to get back into my pyjamas?” She looked at me, sarcasm written on her face. Funny too. 

That’s another point on the never-ending listing as to why she’s perfect. 

“No, now come on.” I hold out my hand. And…. she walks straight past it. 

“Alright then.” I’m not complaining, gives me at the great view of her ass.  

“Ladies first.” I pull out the car door for her, raising my eyebrows. 

“Ladies? As in plural? As in you have other ladies who are joining us tonight?”

“They wish now get it.”

She rolls her eyes at me. Ooft the sass. I love it. 

YOUR POV

“Sooooo you going to tell me where we are going?”

“Nope, watch your feet by the way the rope and duct tape are underneath them.”

“Very funny.”

“Nah I only bring rope into the relationship later on, so you have nothing to worry about for now.” He winked at you. 

You scoffed at him, trying to hide the blush forming on your cheeks. 

“Do you not trust me?”

“Not really no.”  

“How about we do this thing, where you have to trust me until I give you reason not to. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“Good so now you can stop hiding the fact that you’re blushing.” He smirked.

“Oh, bite me.” You groaned. 

“Gladly.” He smirked. 

You laughed off his advances.

“We are here.” He pulled up on a gravel road, trees surrounded you, but you hadn’t been driving long enough to end up outside of the city. 

“Where are we?” You looked around at the unfamiliar landscape. What seemed like a forest oasis in the middle of the city.

“Thought you lived here?”

“Yet, I’ve never been here.”

“Good then its new for both of us. A buddy of mine told me about it. It’s private that’s what you wanted right?”

“Fair enough.” 

Chris came on the passenger side, opening the door for you and holding out his hand and this time you took it. Appreciating his help as you got out of the car. 

“You’re gonna want to hold onto me for the next bit.” He looked at you.

You stood in your tracks, eyeing him down. 

“You trust me now remember.”

“Fine.”  

You grabbed his hand; it was warm and big encompassing yours. 

You walked down the old, sandstone stairs, with no railing. Rather than uniform steps it was more like large, blocks of rock in the shape of stairs. Chris walked ahead a step, as you had no choice but grip his hand tightly as he led you down the steps, easing you down and in position in case you fell and he had to catch you, all your weight being supported on his strong arms. 

“Great, now one more.” You did a small skip down the last step, finally looking up from your feet at what was in front of you. 

A lush well-manicured garden bordering on the harbour. You could see the whole city in all its glory as the sunset over the skyline, illuminating a golden light as a few office windows started to emote bright yellow light. 

A picnic blanket with two deck chairs between them a complete spread of deli meats, French cheeses, chocolate covered strawberries, assortment of crackers, various dips and spreads, and two champagne glasses laid out on the small table. Fairy lights surrounded nearby branches, lighting up the most romantic picnic you had ever seen. 

“Omg.” You gasped.

“Nice, isn’t it? Came down earlier to set it up. Thought you’d like it. Oh, and don’t worry about visitors or anything the park is officially closed.”  The man grinned sheepishly at you.

“Chris it’s… too much.”

“Really? Cause I’ve got the helicopter on standby if you want to go for a ride on that instead? Or maybe the boat?”

 You were pulled out of your shock “Ok shut up!” 

“Thought so… now come on.” He led you by your hand to the comfy chair. 

The sun had set and the beautiful, arranged platter was now a mess of crumbs and food scraps. The bottle of champagne, empty and the second one half full. For the last 3 hours all you and Chris had done was ask each other questions and you now know his whole family by name, their sacred Christmas traditions, what his first memory was, his favourite place in the world, what meal he’d eat for the rest of his life and the book that changed his life plus more. And he knew the exact same about you to the point you don’t know if you have ever shared this much with someone in such a small space of time. Nor would someone ever listen so intently as you shared your past and hopes for the future, never interrupting but hanging on your every last word, bowling over in laughter at your funny stories while he clutched his left boob. Teasing you and keeping up with your quick-witted jokes if not giving them back in 10 folds. It felt like talking to an old friend you hadn’t seen in while, the warm feeling in your stomach never fading but now spreading to the rest of your body… or maybe that was the champagne. Either way you felt safe and content, like the moment was never ending and once you left the park, reality would return, and you’d be left feeling cold and empty as the feeling dissipates. He felt like heroin, this addictive warmth that you just had to keep, you wanted doses of him 24/7, to feel the electric shock over and over every time he grazed your knee with his hand or when you’d watch his eyes crinkle at a joke you told.  

“Ok, first pet?”

“East, he was a British bulldog. Best dog ever.”

“Your turn, favourite movie.”

“Don’t laugh.”

“I will but tell me anyways.” He grinned, taking another sip of his drink.

“<Insert fave romcom>”

“I was supposed to be in that movie.” 

“Really?” Your eyes bulged at the image of Chris as your biggest movie character crush.  

“No, but if I said I was would you like me more?” He smirked at you at you with faux puppy dog eyes.

“You’re a dick.” You slapped his chest in a fit of laughter, he caught your hand on his chest, holding it in his.

Your eyes locked at the sudden contact.

“You’re cold here have my jacket.” He immediately shrugged off his jacket, moving to the edge of his seat to place it on your shoulders.  Placing it over you, his hand ran down the zipper enclosing it around you. 

“There, all better.” His eyes gazed at the skin of decolletage before concealing the sight in his jacket. 

“I don’t want to leave.” You blurted out, looking at his eyes. 

“Me either.” He moved upwards towards your mouth, planting a soft kiss on your lips. You put your hand behind his head, pulling the kiss deeper. He tasted like champagne and mint and everything delicious as his warm mouth encompassed yours. His hands moving to your jaw to support it as his tongue slipped into your mouth. You moaned at the sensation, quickly coming to your senses, and pulling out.

“Sorry.” You readjusted the jacket around you. 

“Why are you sorry?” His hand still on your face, looking into your eyes for a sign that he hadn’t completely fucked this.

“I just don’t want to make this more than it is.”  

“What do you think it is? You think I plan picnics for girls in major cities and then dump them before I leave?” There was a shock, pain in his voice. Your words stung. He didn’t think you’d take him as a playboy. 

“It’s not you, it’s just me not wanting to get attached to something fleeting.”  

“Y/N, you told me about your past, I told you about my family, heck, I told you things that haven’t ever left my head before. This isn’t a game to me. I don’t want this to end when I get on that plane.”

“Really?” 

“Yes really. I want to do this again and then I want to figure out how the hell I can get you in my arms every night of the week.” 

You smiled, avoiding his gaze. Your mind in a war with your heart that you’ve never experienced before.

“It’s impractical, you’re you and I’m me, I don’t do this life of yours, I don’t fit into it. It won’t work.”

“This..” You gestured to your surroundings. “It’s nice but it’s not the real world and its definitely not my world.” You looked at your hands defeated, trying not to cry as you break his heart into pieces. 

“I’ll make you fit. All the best things start off as a dream. That’s how movies came to be. Look, I can’t tell you it’ll be easy, and I can’t expect you to drop your whole life for me, but I can tell you, heck, promise you that if there is a way for me to make sure you can be a part of my life, I will make it happen no matter what. Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel what I’m feeling right now too, and I’ll leave you alone forever, but I’d bet everything I have on the fact that you do.” 

You could feel his stare burning into you. You knew if you’d look up it’d be game over for you. 

You bite your lip, finally gaining the courage to look him in the eyes again. You sat in silence just staring at each other. Waiting for you to say something. 

“Oh, fuck it.” You said before throwing yourself back into his arms. 

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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.