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viviennes-tears · 2 years ago

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It’s all about her (Tom Hiddleston, Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan & X reader one shot)

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A/N: I apologise profusely for the very long delay as of late. Things don't always go as planned as work and life do tend to keep you busy at times, but hopefully things will pick up again. Yet thank you for everyone waiting so patiently for me to write their prompts. Speaking of prompts, they will be temporarily closing on June 25th 2023.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one and the slight changes I made to the prompt x

Prompt request by Bellamagic22 on A03: Hope im not too late to prompt! Been in anticipation for months!

Prompt: Tom and reader GF is taking a relaxing bath. They start kissing as she's stroking him and he's fingering her. Sebastian Stan and Chris interrupt because Tom was suppose to meet them. They yank Tom and GF out of the bath and touch and kiss their bodys (Evans X Tom Sebastian X GF) Chris and Sebastian strip off their wet cloths and throw Tom and GF on the bed and take turns screwing their brains out.

Summary: Tom and his girlfriend find themselves enjoying some alone time together, while Tom was meant to meet up with Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan for coffee. What his girlfriend didn’t expect was that Chris and Sebastian would join them or for her to enjoy it either.

Warnings: Fingering, hand job, sex, masturbation, strong language, mentions of past m/m/m relationship, f/m relationship, nudity, dirty talk and strip tease

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"Darling, I'm home!" Tom called cheerily, as he stepped in through the front door and he set down a brown paper bag of baked goods on the side table beside the door, but you hadn't replied to him. "Darling?!" He calls again, as he shuts the door behind him. Yet you still didn't reply even though he waited a little longer this time, as he took off his jacket and hung it up on the hooks.

However seeing as it was twice now that you hadn't replied to him his eyebrows frown. He could have sworn you were still at home, because you never said you were going anywhere while he went out getting you both breakfast. Albeit he suddenly heard a thump coming from upstairs which imminently caught his attention so he sprinted up to check on you. His heart was racing out of fear that you might be hurt. Although as soon as he got upstairs he noticed the bathroom door was open whilst all the other doors were closed. He knew that's where you must be. He just hoped you were alright.

"Darling, are you alright?!" He calls once more, as he heads towards the bathroom. Yet again you failed to answer him which only worries him even more.

Tom soon pops his head around the opened bathroom door and yet to his surprise he finds you in a bubble bath with your AirPods in and your eyes closed. He ends up coming face to face with your face contoured in a look of pleasured expressions, along with soft moans escaping your lips as you masturbate in the bathtub. Clearly he's no longer worried about you after seeing you like this and you still haven't a clue that he's even home yet. Although he does spot the bottle of bubble bath on the floor, which he realises must have been what he heard from downstairs, and it gave him some more relief too. Of course he was enjoying the sight of you masturbating when he got over the initial shock when he saw you. Yet the longer he watched the closer he approached you with quiet footsteps, his breath slightly getting heavier, as well as him feeling himself getting excited just from watching you. He then quietly sat down on the edge of the bath tub just to get a closer look at you pleasuring yourself. Once he was confident that you were still too busy to notice his presence, he reached down into the water and a sly smirk spread across his lips, then he processed to lightly caress your leg.

You imminently stopped pleasuring yourself and jumped a bit, as your eyes flew open after you felt something that wasn't there before, and you see Tom trying to look innocent with his hands up in surrender. "Christ, Tom!" You say, as you removed your AirPods due to him catching you off guard like that, but your reaction only caused him to laugh once the innocence was gone. "You ass!" You added with a slight chuckle escaping your lips and a playful eye roll to accompany it.

"Ehehe, I'm not even gone long and you can't keep your hands off yourself." Tom teases and sees a light pink hue to your cheeks.

"Shut up!" You say childishly and splashed water at him a little. "I was horny and you weren't here, okay?" You added with an embarrassed chuckle.

"Alright, I'll admit I've masturbated too when I've been away from you for extended periods." He says, as his own cheeks heat up slightly too after admitting that to you, yet he quickly clears his throat before he continues speaking. "What were you listening to anyway?" He asks curiously as he tries to turn the conversation back onto you.

You bite your bottom lip nervously as the light hue of your cheeks seemingly darkening now and you've suddenly gotten a little shy too. Tom always enjoyed the sight of you when you got flustered and your sudden shyness right now is a rarer sight to behold these days. At least compared to when you first started dating two years ago, but when the occasion aroused when your shyness returned that just reminded him how cute that part of you is. Which is exactly what was happening right now. He chuckled as he reached his hand to your face and then he softly caressed your cheek.

"You can tell me, love." He says softly whilst he continues to caress your cheek.

"IwaslisteningtoHigh-Rise." You say quickly. Yet he was barely able to catch your muffled and rushed words as they seemed to rush into one.

"What?" He asks with a soft chuckle, as he stops caressing your cheek and you see a slight confused glint in his eyes.

"I-I was listening to High-Rise." You say more slowly and your flustered cheeks remain.

A quick flash of surprise crosses his face and then it is replaced by one of a sly smirk accompanied by a cheeky wink. Of course he knows how much you love the sound of his voice. Actually there have been times where you had asked him to read to you for that very same reason. Also there's been times when he would tease you and purposely say things in a certain way just so he could tease you simply by the sound of his voice.

"My voice always has turned you on, hasn't it, darling?" Tom says, practically purring.

Words seemingly failing you for a moment, not that you needed to anyway. Instead he lent forwards with his eyes closed, capturing your lips with his own in a tender yet soft kiss. It took you a few seconds longer than expected for you to react, your own eyes closing and for you to kiss him back. Both of you getting lost in the moment, as he reaches back down into the water to caress your leg, the tenderness of the kiss heating up as it doesn't seem to be ending any time soon. Although it doesn't take you too much longer before you start to melt into the kiss and reach a hand up to the back of his neck. The tender kiss is also more passionate than before, the soft caress to your leg under the water, and you massaging the nape of his neck only adding to how you both felt in this moment.

"I do enjoy teasing you so." He purrs breathily once the kiss breaks.

"I know you do." You chuckle breathily.

As Tom stands up he winks at you again. Then he starts to slowly tease you as takes his clothes off. Unbuttoning his shirt firstly, albeit about half way down he slips the left sleeve down his shoulder, posing for you like some sort of clothing model, slowly revealing bits of skin for the camera. He proceeds to do the same with his other sleeve, slowly slipping it down off his shoulder, slipping both sides half way down his arms before posing again for you. It's almost hypnotic watching him strip for you.

Next Tom pulls his arms right out of the sleeves and seductively shimmies his shirt down his body instead of taking it off like normal. The way his hips roll as his shirt passes them causes your heart to skip a beat. You already knew that he was a good dancer ages ago, but it never ceases to impress you when he moves his hips like that. Once his skirt was just around one ankle he kicked it off to the side before he continued to move to the music in his head. He soon undos his jeans and his fingers wrap around the waistband as he makes eye contact with you, making sure you're watching, then he painfully and slowly reveals his pubic-bone to you as he pulls his jeans down. Although as you keep watching you realise he has chosen to go commando under his jeans. His hard on from watching you pleasure yourself mere moments ago mixed with teasing you like this is now on full display once his jeans are far gone past his thighs. Upon seeing how excited he'd gotten causes you to bite your bottom lip as you try to suppress a groan.

"You can be as vocal as you like, love." Tom says flirtatiously and takes his jeans off completely.

Tom then advances towards you in his naked form as you invite him to join you in the bath with a hand gesture. He climbs into the bath tub without hesitation and he sits down opposite you. His long legs spread out on either side of your own, making the space feel a little cramped, not that you minded one bit.

"That was quite the show." You chuckled as he winked at you again.

"You're welcome." He says, almost looking proud of himself for having chosen to do that.

You soon moved until you were kneeling in between his legs and then you lent forwards to kiss him once more. kissing deeper, longer and more passionate kisses than before, while your hands softly caress his thighs and his held onto your hips. Your right hand soon wandered up higher and higher on his thigh, before you wrapped it around his hardened length, making him groan into the kiss as he felt your hand around him. The kiss deepened further as you started to stroke up and down his hardened length under the water. Your strokes getting firmer and more confident with each passing second, although it didn't take long for Tom's own hand to wander down between your thighs. His fingers brushed against your core in perfect timing to one of your strokes, causing you both to part lips in gasp of pleasure at the feeling of that spark between the two of you.

However you both soon take advantage of each other's reactions, as you begin to stroke him firmer and faster, as his fingers devilled into your core. He firmly fingers you in perfect sync to your hand stroking him. The heat within your bellies rose as you both didn't stop giving the other pleasure. You and Tom started to breathe heavily the longer you pushed each other closer to the edge. Almost as if you were incompletion with each other, seeing who would lose control first.

"You're so good at this." Tom groans, yet he doesn't falter when you pick up the pace once more, in fact it only encourages him to do the same to you. The intensity builds stronger between you two.

"You're not doing too bad either." You teased breathily, causing him to playfully shake his head.

Not long after teasing each other more as you give one another pleasure you both reached your climaxes simultaneously. After calming down from your releases and the need for each other still raging strong, you both got out of the bath, trailing water to the bedroom once he pulled the plug out. Neither of you cared about the water, the urgency of needing each other was far more important, luckily neither of you slipped on the titled flooring on the way out of the bathroom either. Albeit as soon as you reached the bedroom Tom pulled you closer to him, holding onto your waist while your arms wrapped around his shoulders, lips crashed together in a needy and hungrily way.

After your lips parted he pulls away and puts his hand on the small of your back as he gently pushes you towards the bed. You allow him to do so without resisting, once beside the bed you get onto it like he wants you to. He's then quick to join you and his lips are back on yours before he kisses along your jawline and down your neck. You gasp as he kisses and nips at your neck, his hands caressing your bare sides softly as he continues to kiss and nip on your neck, while your own hands reach up to his biceps. His biceps flexed underneath your touch for a second.

As Tom began to kiss his way down your chest right down to your navel, and he softly caressed your naked body, causing goosebumps to form on your skin. He just knew what to do to make you feel good. The longer he takes the more excited you become, knowing that he will make sure you enjoy it just as much as he does.

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"Is Tom with you?" Chris Evans asks, as soon as Sebastien Stan approaches him. He'd been waiting around for a while and he thought it was strange that Tom wasn't the first one waiting in the café for everyone. After all Tom is usually so punctual that he ends up being the first to arrive for meet ups.

"No...he's not here yet?" Sebastien says, as he sits down opposite Chris with a frown on his face and his voice filled with surprise.

"Not yet, no." Chris shrugs.

"That's not like, Hiddles." Sebastien chuckles.

Chris and Sebastien waited a few more minutes for Tom to show up before they ordered a coffee each and Sebastien tried calling him. To their surprise Tom doesn't pick up. They knew Tom hadn't forgotten as they had massaged each other the night before checking that their plans to meet up was still happening. Tom being the one who had actually asked the question in the first place. The pair of them kept trying for the next hour calling Tom and after a few tries they phoned you too hoping you knew where he was. What they found out was that you didn't pick up either. Seeing as neither of you answer their calls they only get more worried with every unanswered call.

Later Chris and Sebastien arrive at the house as it's been just over two hours since Tom was meant to meet them. Their unanswered phone calls only concerned them more about the pair of you. Luckily for them Sebastien had a spare key in case of emergencies and he uses it as their last option. They just had to check in to see if you were alright. Upon entering they hear groaning and the bed creaking upstairs. Both Sebastien and Chris looked at each other once they heard the sounds, Chris slyly smirked knowingly, as Sebastian licked his lips. Next they raced upstairs and barged into the master bedroom.

Tom suddenly stops mid thrust as he's balls deep inside you, your legs over his shoulders, his hands gripped tightly around your thighs. He proceeded to look around to see Sebastien and Chris standing in the doorway, still paused in mid thrust and his hands gripped tightly around your thighs. You noticed Tom doesn't appear to be unfazed by their sudden intrusion, on the other hand as you peer over into their direction they see embarrassment filling your features.

"Nice to know you're not dead." Sebastien shakes his head playfully, as Chris gives Tom a little wave with a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

"Fuck..." Tom says, as they begin to enter the room, you just stare in disbelief at them, unsure how to feel for certain beside the embarrassment.

"Language!" Chris jokingly says.

"You didn't show up as planned...it's all about her, isn't it?" Sebastien asks, a smirk playing on his lips as he begins to softly stroke Tom's back now that he is in reach. Tom shivered slightly from his touch as he kept hold of your thighs. You're still so quiet as they advance closer.

"She's my girlfriend after all. I can spend time with her too." Tom replies in his defense.

"We're not saying you can't, it's just good to know where you are." Chris says, as he softly strokes two fingers down Tom's arm.

"You know things have changed since we started dating." Tom said, as he pulled out of you and gently set you down on the bed.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean that you can bail out on friends." Sebastian replied, as he caressed Tom's cheek.

"What the hell is going on?" You speak up, as you finally find your voice.

Tom sighs as the other two men look at him and wait for his reply. "Darling...there's something I never told you..." He trails off, as he bites his bottom lip nervously.

You look between the men and after a moment of shared looks you realise what Tom was trying to tell you. "You and them?" You asked with some uncertainty in your voice.

Tom nods yes slowly with puppy dog eyes.

"Don't worry doll, it's been a while." Sebastien only confirms your question more clearly and his suggestive wink that follows only adds to the fact.

"It's true...we only got together occasionally anyhow." Chris confessed with a slight innocence to his tone.

Somehow the next few seconds are in a quick blur. Sebastian and Chris seemingly take things into their own hands. Chris pulls Tom closer to him as he stands beside the bed, he kisses him deeply whilst holding Tom flush against him, Tom fingers brushing through Chris' hair. Sebastien looks at you up and down before he kneels on the bed in front of you. His hands reach out to softly caress your arms and then he leans in to kiss you. The kisses between both pairs heat up. Surprisingly you get caught up in the moment and end up kissing Sebastien back. A few moments pass before Sebastian swaps with Chris. Chris kissing you hungrily as his hands explored your body, while Sebastian does the same with Tom. One thing you wouldn't admit out loud though is that you thought Sebastian was the better kisser between him and Chris.

When Sebastian breaks the kiss with Tom he begins to strip off his clothes. The jiggling sound of his belt causes you to stop kissing Chris. It was like it made you realise the situation as you pulled away from Chris. You weren't sure how you'd gotten to this moment with these men. However Tom was quick to start kissing you when he saw the hesitation on your face. His familiar touch and kisses were helping as Sebastian finished undressing while Chris did the same. Once they were naked too they knelt behind each of you. Sebastian kneeling behind Tom while Chris knelt behind you. They touched you two as Tom lips kept yours busy and his hands gripping on your hips tightly.

Between the four of you you get into a comfortable place. kissing between each other as hands explored bodies. You seem to get more confident and less shy the more they pay attention to you in turn. Although your mind hadn't fully comprehended what was going on yet your body was reacting well to it all. The attention you were receiving really was something you hadn't experienced so greatly before, it was a little overwhelming to you, although you knew what was to come next. In that moment of thought you had never felt more relieved with the fact your birth control is an implant.

Before you knew it Sebastian had you laying down on your back as he kissed you deeply. He nudged your knees apart so as to accommodate himself between them. As he got closer you felt his erected cock prod against your pussy. You moaned into the kiss as you felt him prodding you which Sebastian took as a good sign. He then thrusted once quickly inside you right down to the hilt, his thrust made you break the kiss as you gasped in surprise at his sudden intrusion inside of you. Upon hearing your gasp Tom was quick to be by your side holding your hand as he softly whispers to you encouragements.

Sebastian gave you a couple of minutes to adjust before he began to roughly thrust in and out of you. He got into a good rhythm, one which you seemed to enjoy a lot, eventually Tom let go of your hand then returned to Chris. Chris by this point had gotten prepared. A bottle of lube at the ready now as he knew exactly where Tom kept it in his sock draw. Tom lay down on the bottom end of the bed as Chris applied a generous amount of lube to his hands before he began to prep Tom.

As things had been going at such a fast pace it only got blurrier as time went on. You found yourself going between the three men. Each of them pushes you to have orgasm after orgasm. They also took it in turns with each other too. Only they held back every time right until their last go with you. Each of them reaching their climaxes inside you, none of them giving you much time in between each other. Although after they reached their climaxes in turn you had never felt so full before, nor had your body shook so much either, and you could hear your heart pounding your ears by the end of it. It has been an intense and incredible experience. One you had never even thought you would ever do in your whole life, but you had. You had willingly partook in the passion between the four of you.

All of you lay on the bed in a mess of tangled up limps, heavy breathing with hot and sweaty bodies. You all had truly fucked each others brains out and tried yourselves out completely.

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bloomingpresent · 3 years ago

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POV You're dating Chris Evans

This is how your camera roll looks like dating Chris.

(Disclaimer: this is for fun ok?. I took some pictures and made manips in PS. I don't mean to offend anyone. Much less Chris. Who I respect and admire. My PS skills are good but I feel like someone better than me is going to laugh. Anyway, it's just for fun. This may be a series in the future if someone sees them.)

Nothing better than a jacuzzi soak after a premier

Coffee date

Romantic get away with this stud

Let me know what you think. And if you have a photo to suggest, drop it in my ask.

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f10werfae · 2 years ago

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Protector, mine

pairing: BF!Chris Evans x GF!Reader

summary: Hi! If you take requests can you write one where reader is home alone when there's a break in while Chris is out with friends?

requests are open/likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated♥️

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Y/n padded around their open pan kitchen gracefully, her boyfriend Chris pressing a soft kiss to her lips, his hands placed onto her chin. “I’ll be back before midnight baby, alright? Ring me if you need anything, I love you so so much” He whispered against her lips, kissing both her cheeks then her nose, causing it to wrinkle adorably in response.

“Okayyy Chris, go enjoy yourself and don’t get too drunk. I’ll be fine, now go you big goof” Y/n laughed pushing her man’s hands from her waist and pushing him towards the front door, even handing him his baseball cap on the way out.

'Finally’ She thought to herself, a night just for her to relax by herself, and of course her baby Dodge who was now looking up at her with his puppy eyes. Giving him a scratch to the ear she went off to her first mission, a lavender scented bubble bath with a lush bath bomb, something Chris had specifically bought for her.

God was he smitten with her. His friends were even surprised he came out tonight, ever since they had started dating 2 years ago he had been on his knees for her basically, he was definitely the happiest he had ever been. Taking off her clothes Y/n settled into the steaming hot water, her hair tied into a bun onto the top of her head, her skin turning in the purple water.

It all started when Chris came into her family’s restaurant that Y/n was helping out in over the Christmas holidays, and Chris couldn’t help but obviously ogle the gorgeous woman in front of him. Her beautiful eyes and caring demeanour immediately attracted him, heck on their first date he even made her a bouquet out of books. Books she had mentioned that were on her reading list during one of their first conversations-

*BANG*

Interrupting her daydreaming session, Y/n sat up a bit more in the tub, but this time more alert. Silence filled the bathroom,

Chris would definitely have called up to here by now?

Not having a good feeling whatsoever, Y/n stood up and put on Chris’ white fluffy robe that she tended to steal often. Dodger’s poor whines calling at her through the en suite bathroom. Opening the door, she knew something was wrong when she heard multiple male voices booming from the downstairs. Her heart basically dropped to her pussy, bless her soul.

Within seconds she went from a state of panic to pure fear, what the fuck do you even do in this situation? What if they were armed?

Hearing footsteps come up the house, she backed herself and Dodger back into the bathroom, turned off the lights and settled them into the corner furthest away from the door. Her hands were shaking as she texted Chris

Y/n: There’s people in the house Chris, I don’t know what to do but i’m calling 911. Do not call me or else they’ll hear

Not even waiting for his response she straight away called 911, and those few seconds of ringing were the worst few seconds of her life. Poor Dodger was whining at his momma, his snout booping her arm to hide under it himself. Y/n was shivering, cursing at herself for putting her clothes into the washing machine before getting into the bath. Now she was stuck and practically naked.

911: 911 What’s your emergency

Y/n heard whispers and shouts coming from the direction of their bedroom, surely they were close by, fuck sake.

Y/n: There’s people that have broken into my house, please come quickly, i’m at (insert address)

911: Ma’am who else is there with you? I’ve dispatched a team, so stay on the line with me

Y/n: U-uh just me and my dog, my boyfriend’s out right now but I’ve let him know-

*Rattle*

Y/n: please please hurry they're trying to get into the room im in

Y/n felt herself freeze, multiple bangs were thrown against the tough bathroom door, which she could only assume was them throwing their shoulders against it; accompanied with the door knob rattling every few seconds.

911: Ma’am they’re on their way I promise, stay on the line with me, you don’t have to talk but stay on the line

Y/n switched the tabs on her phone and saw the spam texts from Chris

Chris: babe what do you mean?

Chris: Hello?

Chris: HELLO

Chris: Did you call 911?

Chris: Y/n are you safe?

Chris: I’m on my way.

And that text was sent 8 minutes ago.

Y/n: Dodger and I are in the bathroom hiding, I don’t know how many there are but the police are on their way. I’m not coming out of here unless you’re the one outside the door

Turning her phone off, she listened to the reassurance coming from the caller, her breath shuttering and her eyes letting tears out from fear. Thankfully the intruders seemed to have just left the bathroom door, probably ransacking the array of jewellery hidden around their shared bedroom.

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Chris’ knuckles whitened on his drive home, dare I say he even ran through a few red lights and speed limits. His girlfriend had sent him that most recent text and Jesus, his heart was going 100 miles an hour.

Approaching their suburban house, Chris saw the police cars lined up and down the street, multiple officers standing by the front door.

“Excuse me officer, my girlfriend is inside” Chris said shoving past them and forcing his way inside to see two officers cuffing two men who were clearly off on some sort of substance, Chris didn’t even want to imagine what they were capable of.

Ignoring the questions and pleas from the officers to calm down, Chris sprinted up the stairs, skipping a few along the way. Their house had absolutely been ransacked, furniture and their beloved items thrown carelessly around the place, photo frames cracked and scrambled. To say he was angry was an understatement, not even words could describe how he was feeling.

“Ma’am it’s okay to come out, it’s police, i’m Officer Birch-“

“I told you, i’m not coming out until my boyfriend is here” He heard her voice say, not the usual jolly sound he loved, but a fragile broken tone.

Going over to the door past the officers,

“Baby? It’s me Chris”

“Chris?”

“It’s me honey, your Chris-“

Before he could even say anything else, the door had been thrown open and his girlfriend was back where she belonged, with him and in his arms. Her body still clad in his white robe as sobs wrecked through her entire body, was this really happening right now?

Chris felt himself sigh in relief knowing that she was safe,

“Sir, we need a statement-“

“Can we leave it to tomorrow bud? It’s late, you can come back tomorrow” Chris whispered, but the silence in the room amplified it. His arms rubbing up and down Y/n’s back, his lips kissing the top of her head. Nodding at Chris, the officers left and the only thing to be heard a few minutes later was the front door clicking shut.

“I-I was so scared, Dodger was scared too. What if they got the bathroom door open-“

“Bunny shh, i’m here, you’re safe now okay?” Chris cupped her face in his hands, his nose nuzzling gently against hers, Y/n’s glossy eyes staring back into his deep blue ones.

“Do we have to stay here Chris? Don’t wanna”

“No baby, i’ve got something set up for us already, you don’t need to worry your pretty head about anything else. Now let’s get you and Dodge all set up and ready to go” Before Chris could even leave the embrace, Y/n had latched onto him shaking her head, his heart breaking even more.

“Alright bunny you stay with me yeah?”

Nodding, Y/n held onto his hand and let him lead her towards her dressed. The shock from the break in still extremely fresh in her mind. Holding onto his shoulders, Chris helped her slip on her underwear and fluffy pyjamas bottoms and then his soft jumper to top it off. In silence Y/n watched Chris pack both their overnight bags, along with Dodger’s who was sitting patiently with his head in Y/n’s lap.

“Come on bunny, let’s get outta here” Chris said softly holding his hand out for her to hold, both of them getting out of the car quickly and into Chris’ car, Y/n not letting go of his hand once.

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“ babe, we’re gonna stay here is that ok?” Chris had driven them to his smaller bungalow almost an hour away, a place they use for small getaways to the countryside. Y/n nodded looking at him with a small smile, feeling a sense of comfort looking at the familiar house.

With Dodger settled in the living room in his bed with his water and food bowl, the pup knocked out from exhaustion almost instantly. Chris frowning at the effect it had on his little companion before following his lover into the small cosy bedroom. Lit up by rosey lamps, Y/n took his hand and led him to the fluffy bed. Her arms wrapping around his torso, her head laying on his pec.

“I was so scared of losing you ya know?” Chris whispered brushing through her hair with his hands, his lips pecking her forehead every so often, her fingers tracing shapes over his bare chest. His clothes discarded onto the floor mindlessly with Y/n whimpering about wanting to be as close to him as possible.

“I love you Chris, thank you for coming as soon as possible. I-I was terrified and I still am to be honest. I know with you i’m safe”

“I-I love you so much more baby, you don’t even understand. I will never let any bastard come near you again, and it never should have happened. I’m sorry I couldn’t have done more though”

“You’ve done all you can Chris, and you’ve done more than enough by just being here with me”

Chris tilted her head up and kissed her lips softly, his lips travelling to her cheeks and neck, leaving a trail of open mouthed wet kisses; something he knew comforted her. One of her legs wrapped around his waist so she was fully on him, her lips pecking his chest softly before laying her head down.

Thankfully soon enough, Chris watched her eyes close peacefully, the stress of the day leaving her for now. All Chris knew was that he would be with her every step of the way during this whole ordeal, so much that he couldn’t help but steal another kiss from her lips, her lips smiling subconsciously in her sleep. His hands up under his jumper that she was wearing, lazily drawing shapes onto her back, her soft breaths filling the room.

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buckybarnesandmarvel · 3 years ago

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The Premiere

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Lil bit of anxiety...

Summary: Chris takes you to the Lightyear premiere.

A/N: THE THINGS THIS MAN IS DOING TO ME RN. MF IS DOING IT ON PURPOSE. IM DYING. SEND HELP.

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“Holy shit...”

You trailed off as your mouth dropped open when you saw Chris in his suit. He looked simply breathtaking. The light blue suit accented his eyes perfectly and your eyes couldn’t help but linger on the chain, tattoos and the grey in his beard. It all looked fucking sexy.

“Baby? Sweetheart?” Chris called out and you snapped back from your trance.

His corner of his pink lips curled upwards into a smug smirk as you checked him out again.

Chris’ laughter filled your ears as he grabbed your hand.

“C’mon, baby, or we’re gonna be late.”

You were stilled to stunned to speak, keeping your eyes on Chris, you followed him out.

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“Holy shit...”

“Yeah...”

“There’s so many people here!”

“Yeah...”

You heard the nervousness and apprehension in his voice, so you turned, facing him. You cupped Chris’s face and made sure he was looking at you before kissing him sweetly on the lips. The series of clicks and flashes around you faded as all you focused on was the feeling of Chris relaxing and all he focused on was the feeling of you.

“Hey, hey, baby, look at me.” You called to him softly, once you had broken apart. “It’s just me, love, it’s ok. I know it’s a lot but you’ve been looking forward to it for ages. There are so many people but they all love you. It’s your birthday. Just relax and have some fun, okay?”

Chris smiled at you gratefully, easing out of the tension that had held his body.

He gave your hand a squeeze as you laced your fingers together. As the night went on, Chris became evidently more relaxed as the two of you joked around and had fun. Your fingers didn’t disconnect throughout the whole event.

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Once the Premiere was over, the two of you headed back to where you were staying. Chris opened a bottle of wine as you filled the tub. You took a warm bath, talking quietly amongst yourselves, mostly praising Chris for the success of the movie and another stressful event down.

The world didn’t exist as the two of you rolled around in the bedsheets until the sun peeked over the horizon. You fell asleep, wrapped in each others’ warm embrace.

Spending it with you, needless to say, this was one of the best birthday’s Chris had ever had.

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vxntagedior · 3 years ago

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wedding bells

summary | you had your bad thoughts but chris shut each of them done

pairing | mob!chris evans x fem!reader

warning | fluff, angst, like barely though

word count | 1.3k

You dreamed of your perfect wedding since you were a little girl, the dress, the flowers everything down to the color of your nails. It had always been portrayed to you as this magical moment you would get to spend with the person you would be with for the rest of your life.

And Chris didn’t set the bar low.

You met the mobster when you were 24, fresh out of graduate school, working at a bar while you were an intern for a CEO, Chris’s cover job at the time. The two of you officially met while you were bartending, at the bar he owned which you didn’t know at the time.

He kept a watchful eye over you after he found you worked for him. You always assumed he never had the time of day for you but after he sat down at the bar, it was game over.

Sitting on the highest floor of the building, seeing the rain fall against the New York streets, your hands rested against the railing on the balcony. No matter how long you lived with Chris, you couldn’t get over the view. In the center of the Upper East Side, giving you a beautiful look at the park overlooking the city.

“My love.” Chris called from inside, so in the moment, not hearing your fiance call for you nor hearing come out to the balcony to join you.

You stiffened slightly when he touched before melting into his hands.

“I called you.” He whispered, his arms rubbing up and down your arms, feeling your goosebumps. “It’s time to come back inside, you’re gonna freeze to death.”

You had spent the last 6 months planning your wedding, Chris giving you free reign, letting your dreams come true, just sitting back, watching you shop and eating a few slices of cake here and there.

Coming back into the master bedroom, the warmth envelops you, a small sigh leaving your body. Your hands were still wrapped yourself trying to warm you up again, watching Chris disappear into the bathroom, hearing the bath faucet turn on before coming back out.

You smiled at the man in front of you, always putting your needs first, making sure you felt comfortable and safe. Since moving in with Chris, you noticed the small changes in the penthouse, more art on the walls, the house always smelling like burnt wood, you turned his place into a home.

The tub was big enough for the two of you, mostly Chris, letting him fully extend his legs, letting you sit in between them. He showered you in love, making sure that everything he did in his life was to benefit you.

Staying in the penthouse in the middle of the city wasn’t long term for him after he met you, Chris imagined the two of you moving upstate, living in a city that was fairly small, having a house big enough for a few kids to play around.

He imagined himself with you for the rest of his life.

“Are you ready for this weekend?” You whispered, moving the bubbles around the tub. After months and months of planning, your wedding date is coming up this weekend. You talked about it constantly, keeping him up to date with every detail, just for him to smile and nod along. “You haven’t talked about it much and I don’t want you to regret anything.”

Your voice was meek, scared that he would say he didn’t want to marry you.

“I’m ready.” He said, kissing the top of your head. “I have been ready since the day I met you.”

You exhaled, melting more into his touch, feeling better than you were an hour ago.

Waking up in the arms of your fiance for the last time, the two of you nourished the moment together, before someone started pounding on the door, probably Sebastian and Scarlett, both ready to take you to the venue.

“I’m gonna miss you.” You whispered against his chest, your arms tight around him.

Chris tried not to laugh knowing you’d see him in a few hours. Patting your bum, sending you off with Scarlett, Sebastian smirked looking over at his best friend.

“Who would have thought?” He laughed.

“Shut up.” Chris rolled his eyes.

The venue was everything you dreamed of and more, caterers and decorators were running around, getting everything set up to the way you wanted. Scarlett pulled you away before you could continue watching, bringing you up to the bridal suite.

Your makeup artist and hair stylist had already been waiting, practically pushing you into the chair so you could get started.

“You look nervous.” Your makeup artist said, “giving me wrinkles.”

“I mean who wouldn’t be nervous.” You sighed. It wasn’t guilt or cold feet, just a realization of what was to come in your future, Chris always said once you were in, you were in for life.

“I know you aren’t getting cold feet.” Scarlett yelled at you from the other room.

“I’m not, I’m not.” You said. “I’m just scared, I just want to be with Chris and not worry about anything else.”

The rest of the time gave you a minute to compose yourself and realize you’d marry him no matter the circumstance.

The photographer had come in just as you were finished, being able to get snapshots of you alone before your father came for you.

“Look at you.” He smiled, kissing your cheeks. “My little girl is growing up.”

“Stop.” You slapped him lightly. “You’re going to make me cry.”

The two of you walked from the top of the venue, taking the grand stairway, you could hear the music and the small chatter from the people in the hall. Your grip tightened on your father as the two of you got closer and closer.

“You know it’s not too late, I have my keys in my pocket and we can book it.” He teased.

“No, no.” You laughed. “I’m ready.”

Two servers pulled the curtain, letting you see down the aisle, you stood in place for a while, just looking at everything, everyone.

Chris stood under the altar, black suit, his hair slicked back, you watched as he brought his hand up to wipe away the tears.

Your guests stood, watching you walk down, whispering among themselves quietly, their eyes trailing on your back, as you started to walk up the steps.

“You promise you’ll take care of my little girl?” Your father asked.

“With my life.” Chris swore.

Helping you up the rest of the way, your hands laid delicately in Chris’s, looking in his eyes.

By the end of the ceremony, there hadn’t been a dry eye after hearing both of your vows, seeing the clear love and devotion between the two of you.

You squealed when Chris kissed you, his hand wrapped around your thigh pulling it up, dipping you down. The rest of your families cried and cheered for the two of you.

Chris eagerly pulled you out of the ceremony, wanting just one private moment with you knowing there wouldn’t be many throughout the rest of the night.

“Hi wife.” He smiled, the two of you pushed against a wall in a secluded room.

“Hi husband.” You pecked his lips.

Chris didn’t say anymore, dipping his head down to kiss once more, before pulling away, but continuing to pepper you in kisses all over your face.

“You’re gonna mess up my makeup.” You tried pushing him away, his arms wrapped around you. “And we need to go take photos with everyone.”

“No.” He said bluntly. “Wanna stay with you.”

“I know, baby.” You said sweetly. “How ‘bout a couple photos and then you can help me change.”

You watched his eyes light up like a child getting an extra dessert, starting to leave the room, tugging you along.

Laughing at the antics of your husband, you smiled, knowing he was one you were going to be with forever.

fin.

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writersblog20 · 3 years ago

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Relax

Chris Evans x reader

Not my gif, credits to maker!

Summary: Chris was having very bad anxiety and you knew exactly how to help him.

Warnings: Anxiety, blowjob, fingering and cockwarming and fluff.

Words: 2,2K

Please if you like the story, reblog. It really does help your homegirl out! I love the likes but unfortanetly they don't do much so pretty please REBLOG 💞

Relax

Chris was very clingy today. With everything you did today, Chris was by your side either laying his hand on your thigh, leg or rested his whole body against yours, just mainly needed your physical touch. That was a cue for you that Chris was having trouble with his anxiety.

Maybe it was with his new film coming up that he got anxious about or thinking about all the interviews and stuff he had to do. You were making dinner and you felt a pair of arms around your waist and his head resting on your shoulder. You heard him let out a sigh and you could feel his heart pounding against your back.

You went with your hand softly through his hair before turning around. When you looked at him, Chris looked like a sad puppy. You gave him a soft sympathetic smile and pulled him in a hug. He placed his arms tightly around your waist, his head hidden in the crook of your neck. You placed your arms around his shoulders and softly went with your hands through his hair. You felt and heard him take a deep breath, taking in your scent in order to calm down.

“You want to talk about it babe?” you asked him softly “No, I just need you to hold me right now.” He murmured softly and you let out a soft “Okay” and pulled him more against your body, softly rubbing his back. After a while you got a little out of the hug and placed your hands on his beard that slightly covered his cheek and placed a soft kiss on his lips before returning to the food.

You both had dinner and Chris walked dodger so you quickly got upstairs and drew a bath so you could help Chris relax a bit. You placed some bath salt and bath oil in the tub, giving it a nice scent. You heard the door close “Babe? Sweetheart?” you heard Chris ask in order to know where you were. “I’m upstairs, can you come for a sec?” you asked him but you as soon as you said upstairs, he was already walking.

Chris walked into the bedroom and saw you standing there besides the door towards the bathroom.

“I made you a bath.” You told him with a soft smile which he returned. “You’ll come in with me right?” he asked you, making you smile. “Only if you want.” He nodded and you grabbed his hand and led him in the bathroom. You turned around and got his hoodie and shirt off his body.

When he was busy with his pants, you quickly undressed yourself and got in the bathtub first so Chris could lean against you. He smiled at you when he saw you already sitting in the tub. He carefully got in and leaned against you. You put your legs towards your chest, besides his body and he placed his arms around them, softly drawing patterns on your knees.

Your hands found his shoulders and you started massaging him. He let out a soft grunt. “You’re too tense baby.” he murmured a little in response “I know.” your hands went from his shoulders to his head and you pulled him more against your chest. “Try to relax now, I’ve got you.” you softly told him and he let out a sigh again. It was silent for a bit until Chris decided to tell you what was on his mind and you were indeed correct. The new movie, the upcoming interviews and stuff was really stressing him out lately.

You just let him talk while softly massaging his sculp and listened carefully until he was done. You kissed the side of his head and went to his cheek. Chris let his head rest on your shoulder, giving you access to his neck so you placed a couple of kisses there as well. “Let me try to get those knots out of your shoulders.” You told him, hinting to get out of the bathtub and on the bed.

He carefully got out and helped you. You placed a towel around your body and Chris pulled you into a big hug. “I love you so much sweetheart.” He told you while keeping you close to his body. “I love you too Chris.” He cupped your cheek and looked at you adoringly before kissing you. You put some underwear on and a shirt of Chris before you would massage him

The towel was draped around his waist when you took his hand and led him to the bed, taking some lavender oil with you. You quickly put on the salt lamp, since it’s known to calm people down and you quickly put the diffuser on as well so the whole room would smell like lavender and giving the room a warm orange color.

Chris laid down and you sat down a little on his back. You got some oil on your hands and started to massage his back. You could finally feel him relax a little bit underneath your touch but he wasn’t quite as relaxed as you wanted him to be just yet. You massaged his shoulders, neck and slowly made your way to his back.

You heard him softly sigh and moan as you worked your way through the knots. The sounds Chris made, helped you on an idea to help him relax more. “Turn around babe” you told him softly as you got off of him. Chris frowned a little but did as you asked, trusting you.

You carefully sat down on his groan and put some more oil on your hands and rubbed his chest. Chris looked at you awaiting for your next actions, not knowing where you were going with this. You slowly made your way down and you could feel his cock grow hard underneath you and it started to twitch. Chris suppressed a moan as your hands slowly made your way down.

You repositioned yourself and took the towel carefully off him and saw that his cock was getting harder by the second. “Sweetheart, what are you doing?” he asked you but not stopping you. “Just relax, don’t worry.” You told him and pushed him softly down by his chest with your hand.

You slid your hand slowly from his chest towards his cock and let your fingers softly slide over his shaft. You noticed that Chris breath hitched at your touch. You wrapped your hand around his cock and slowly started to move up and down. his breath started to pick up as he let out a groan and let his head fall on the pillow. You placed soft kisses on his inner thighs before you licked the side of his cock and twirled your tongue on the top, making him groan even louder before you tried to take all of him in.

Your hands found his balls and you played with them while moving your way up and down on his cock. His hands found your hair and he held it back for you while you let the tip of his cock hit your throat. Your other hand stroking what you couldn’t take in. You heard Chris moan and it was your motivation to keep going. Every time you tried to take more of him in.

You noticed that Chris was carefully pushing your head down to take all of him in, making you gag but you didn’t mind. You start to move your pace up and you noticed that Chris was desperate to take control but you wouldn’t let that happen, not tonight.

You got his cock out of your mouth with a pop and pushed Chris down again. “Stop trying to take control. Just let it happen.” You told him. He was surprised because you never denied him control but he was interested to let you do your thing.

You started to suck him off again and took up your pace. Chris was moaning loud, hinting that he was close. “Sweetheart, I’m about to cum.” He told you and you just hummed as you kept going. “No babe, I’m going to cum.” He told you, making you hum again but never stopping. Normally you would stroke him off when he was about to cum but not this time. This would be the first time that he would shoot his cum down your throat but you wanted it.

It didn’t took him long, since he wasn’t used to this but also was in very much need of relief, which you gave him. You heard him moan loudly and you felt something warm shoot down your throat, swallowing it all. You kept going, sucking him out while his cock twitched in your mouth and Chris started to groan and pant. His head fall back on the pillow while you licked him clean.

You got up again and Chris looked at you “That was amazing, thank you sweetheart.” He told you, cupping your cheeks and led you up to his face to give you a proper kiss. “God that was so hot. You’re so hot.” He told you a little out of breath and you giggled softly. “Come here, let me return the favor.” He told you but you shook your head. “Not tonight babe. This was all about you.” he was in an awe with you right now and in lost for words so instead he kissed you passionately.

“Let’s go downstairs, watch a movie and cuddle.” You suggested and he smiled lovingly at you. “God I love you so much.” He told you, placing multiple kisses on your face, making you giggle.

You both got dressed in something a little more warmer and walked downstairs. You made some tea while Chris searched for a movie. You came back and he found one. You placed the tea on the table in front of you and laid down on the couch. Chris laid half on top of you. He rested his head against your breasts, his arms lazily around you. You went with your hand through his hair and both watched the movie.

The end credits started to roll and you both decided to go to bed. Chris was now very relaxed and tired from all the stress. You both held hands when you walked up the stairs. You freshened up before you got into bed.

Even though Chris was very relaxed right now, you knew he wanted skin to skin contact so you got your underwear and shirt off. Chris was already naked and laid on his side so he could look at you. You put the light off and laid back down. You turned to your side so you were facing Chris.

You let your hand rest on his cheek, his beard tickling underneath your palm and you gave him a passionate kiss. “Sweetheart… Can I feel you tonight?” you knew exactly what he meant. You gave him a soft smile and nodded.

He came closer to you and stroked his cock a little bit before his fingers started to wonder over your body. He took a nipple in his mouth in order to turn you on even more while his fingers slowly teased towards your pussy, which was already dripping wet.

His fingers finally got to your slit and he softly but deeply chuckled. “You’re already so wet for me baby girl.” You moaned a little in reaction. You buckled your hips more to meet his touch. He noticed that you wanted some release too and he was more than willing to give you that.

His fingers started to play with your clit while he sucked your nipple harder, making you moan. You knew you were already so close. “Cum for me sweetheart. Let go for me.” he told you as he attached his lips to your neck. He knew that your sensitive spot was your neck and you felt it building in the pit of your stomach.

“Chris, I’m…I’m gonna cum.” He groaned, feeling you tightening on his fingers. “That’s alright baby girl. Cum for me, let go.” You did as he asked and let go as the euphoric feeling washed over you. You were panting and tired. He was already rock hard but stroked his cock a little bit more before he placed his fingers in his mouth, licking off your juices.

He placed his cock by your entrance and looked at you for consent. You nodded again and he slowly pushed inside. Your pussy still sensitive from the orgasm so you clenched around him, making you both moan out loud. He pushed further until he was completely in. He stretched you out completely to the brim. He moved his hips a little to create some friction, making you moan.

Once he found a comfortable position, he started to lay down again and letting out a sigh. “Thank you for taking care of me today sweetheart.” You smiled softly at him. “It’s okay, you take care of me, I take care of you.” he smiled softly and you noticed that he was worn out.

“Let’s get some sleep.” You told him and he nodded “I love you pumpkin.” You kissed him “I love you too Chris.” You both closed your eyes, completely entangled in each other but it was nice for the both of you to feel each other this close. Chris held you in his arms this time like you were his own personal teddy bear and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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ilovefandoms102 · 3 years ago

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Missing You

Pairing: Chris Evans x Plus Size Reader

Summary: You miss your husband, so surprising him was in both yours and his favor…

Note: Inspired by this ask my bestie left me, hope you guys enjoy🤪

Also I hope I did this head cannon thingy right this is only my second attempt 🥲

Warnings🛑: porn with a little plot, husband!Chris, kind of angsty, smut(dom/sub aspects, unprotected vaginal sex, mentions of anal, oral(f), overstimulation, husband/wife kink(?), squirting, spanking,(one) slap)

First of all let’s start saying this was a completely last minute decision made after indulging a whole half gallon bottle of wine while sitting in the bath tub after getting off Face Time with Christopher. So technically, this was his fault.

He’d been away for a few months filming and promoting his new movie, leaving you alone with Dodger.

“I miss you so much,” you’d whisper to him late at night.

“I miss you baby, I wish I could hold you in my arms, cuddle and give you all the kisses.” he admitted, tears forming in your eyes.

“I would love nothing more.” you almost sobbed.

This was how you ended up taking a week off from work, booking the next available ticket to where your husband had no idea what was awaiting.

You reconsidered your plan when you couldn’t figure out how exactly you should pose for when he entered his room, everything you did felt too forced.

Chris was always raving about how much he loved your body, how much he loved seeing your naked, feeling your bare skin….

Shivers ran down your spine, only making your wetness cling more to your thighs as it dripped. You’d been so lonely without Chris, there was no way you could satisfy your needs without him. You needed his fingers, oh god his mouth…the wonders he could do.

You were so lost in your thoughts you didn’t hear the door open, nor did you see your hot ass husband’s look when he saw you sitting on his bed naked.

Chris felt his pants immediately tighten, the sight of your beautiful body waiting for him in his bed made him feral. He hadn’t seen you, felt you, in so long he could have combusted right there.

“Look at that, my pretty little wife just couldn’t wait any longer?” he smirked, your squeal of surprise made him smile.

He slowly walked over to you, watching your naked body crawl to the end of the bed. God he wanted to just pounce, but no, he was going to take him time he swore to himself.

“Hi baby,” you greeted sensually.

It wasn’t minutes later he was equally as naked with your pretty ass perched on his face while he went to town on your pussy, the scruff of his beard only adding to your pleasure.

“Oh-shit!” you whimpered as you came for the fifth time, your thighs beginning to burn as your muscles clenched and unclenched from the intensity of your orgasms.

“That’s it baby, soak my face.” Chris growled while crudely slurping your cum.

You couldn’t recall when he’d moved you so your ass was in the air for him until he slammed his dick inside you, the burn of his girth almost made you faint. The squelching noises your pussy made as he railed into you filled the room along with your cries.

“Who’s fucking you this good baby?”

“You! You Chrisy!” you whined, pushing your ass back against him.

The loud slap of his hand colliding with your ass cheek made everything ten times hotter.

“I’m sorry…who?” he teased.

“My husband! You, my husband fucks me so good-fuck!” you sobbed while he laid a few more spanks down.

Chris loved seeing your ass all pretty with his hand prints, especially when he planned on taking your second hole that belonged only to him. He loved watching your ass bounce against him as he pounded into you.

“Chris! Baby-” you panted, arms giving out as your 8th orgasm took over.

He’d been so deep in thought he didn’t even realize you’d cum so much. Flipping you on your back, the fucked out look in your eyes made him smirk.

“Look how soaked my little wife is, just can’t stop cumming can you baby? Just love your husbands dick too much hmmm?” he taunted, bending down close enough for your lips to brush together as he entered you again.

Your eyes rolled back, fuck you felt so incredible. Going without this for months was pure torture. You knew you’d blacked out when Chris lightly tapped your cheek.

“You with me angel? Baby?” he called, his dominating tone off to make sure his wife was ok.

“Don’t stop Chrisy, I’m ok.” you whispered, smiling as you opened your eyes looking into his.

He kissed you fiercely, so in love with you he couldn’t explain it. He knew he was going to bust any second now, fill you up with his seed until your pussy got so full it dripped a mess on the sheets.

Your nails scratched down his toned back as he continued his rough movements. A smirk of your own appearing when you barely heard his little whimper.

“You gonna cum baby? Fill your wife up? Stuff my pussy so full of you baby? Come on Chrisy, I want it.” you whispered, Chris growling as he bit into the skin of your shoulder.

“Fuck baby, I love it so much! I love when you fuck me, missed it.” you whined, feeling his eyebrows furrow with concentration when he hit your gspot.

You screamed so loud he had to cover your mouth.

“That the spot honey? Choke my cock baby.” he hissed.

And you sure did when not seconds later your body locked up in a shaking, earth shattering orgasm. You squirted all over yourself and Chris along with the sheets.

Chris moaned as he let go inside you, shooting his seed inside of you as deep as he could push in.

After catching your breath, the two of you laid in each other’s arms. Fingers traced naked skin lovingly as your eyes memorized every feature of him, lips kissing softly. It was a complete 360 compared to the filth you two were just engaged in.

But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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littlemissnobody124 · 2 years ago

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Sunlight

Part 2

Pairing: Chris Evans x Black Reader

Words: ~2k

Warnings: age gap, slow burn romance, I think 18+ in later chapters but for now it’s just storytelling, somewhat dark, mentions/implied death

A/N: hi, this is the next part of my writing fic, I have finally decided to post the next part so I hope you enjoy this part as well :) *if you wanna be added to/removed from my taglist ask me and I’ll add/remove you with no worries at all*

While he was away, all I did, well all I could do was take in my surroundings, and how big this whole space truly was. Seeing the huge bed, all I wanted to do was lay down as it looked as soft as I thought it could be. But seeing a door cracked open a bit, I took a chance to see what could be in there. Walking in I saw how vast the bathroom truly was, a toilet with its seat carved with flowers on top, a counter with two sinks, two mirrors each on the wall on top of a sink, and a beautiful porcelain tub by the biggest window with sheer curtains covering as much as it could. But seeing the sun from a better viewpoint this time.

All I wanted to do was bask in its sunlight for however long. But sadly only could for a few moments before a long knocking came from within the room. Made me rush out to see who it was.

Before I could answer, the door opened itself. Standing before me was a man in armor, a sword at his waistband. Guessing it was Chris’ best guard, I was about to greet him before I saw how discontent he was by his face.

“I am here to guard your room until Sir Evans comes back, but until then I don’t want to see anything with your dangerous magic. I don’t want to watch over you but at his highness’ request I must. I am not his right hand as he wanted to stay with Sir Evans but I’m his second best. Now, this is your maid who is assigned to you,” he stated before walking back out into the hallway and slamming the doors behind him.

Earning a flinch out of me and no need to worry him. As I am powerless as I hadn’t been fed in so long and had not been in the sun either for so long and for barely a few minutes so he didn’t need to worry too much about me.

The maid, just a few inches taller than me, bowed toward me. Fearing she'll be like the guard and the maid from earlier, I began to move out of her way and ready myself for whatever words were to come. Until I felt hands holding my own. Turning to look at her, all I could see was the awe on her face.

“Your eyes,” she beamed, “they’re like the night sky, and magic all at the same time.” She was awestruck at how my eyes looked. It feels so long since I’ve had anyone so intrigued by how I looked except Chris.

“I’m so sorry for getting ahead of myself but I couldn’t help being able to finally be in your presence,” she rambled on, “all most of the maids could talk about how ’scary’ you are but how they described you I couldn’t imagine how scary you could be at all as you sounded so mystical and beautiful and you are but ten times more than what I imagined. I just couldn’t give you justice on what I believed you looked like.”

She gushed on until realizing she needed to get you dressed for the day ahead.

“Ah, I’m sorry once again your highness. I need to start getting you ready to see the new king,” she began before sitting me on the bed. Then running to the bathroom to ready the bath, and then ran back in to lay out the dress she planned for me to wear out.

After getting done, she ran out of the bathroom and slowly walked over to me. Gently taking my hand and guiding me to the full tub, allowing me to test the water with my hand before getting in.

“I hope you like it, miss,” she spoke to me softly. I thanked her before getting undressed and stepping in.

It felt so peculiar as I looked towards the ceiling this time seeing the art painted over my head I didn’t see before and couldn’t appreciate like I did when I first took a look around the room. Feeling such warmth from two people after my captivity slowly made me feel the warmth and affection run all over me.

The prick of tears coming from my eyes from the overwhelming feeling of my emotions not wanting to be seen by my maid I put my head underwater. Imagining I’m within the ocean like I was what felt like a millennium. Staying for a minute or more until I’m ready to come back out.

Coming out I felt the water falling from my face and my matted hair which once curled in front of my eyes until I heard both doors open from the room. The swift yet heavy steps came towards the bathroom. Once in front of the bathroom door, the figure slowly opened the door as I moved the hair from my face. And in he came.

I felt relief wash over my body as he came over me kneeling in front of the tub. I couldn’t tell what was in his eyes this time. He looked over to the maid and then back to me. I could tell I wanted to go back underneath the water once again by how he looked at me. All I could do was look toward the water instead.

“Who upset you and what did they say?,” he asked me as I felt his hand lift my face. He read me like I did every time I saw him and I just leaned in towards his hand before I found my words.

“No one,…sire,” I softly voiced to both of us knowing it was a lie that I uttered.

“No, I’m going to ask once again. Please answer truthfully this time, who upset you, and what did they say?” he urged me to tell him.

Compelled to say it this time, “as long as no one gets hurt,” I began taking a deep breath and swallowing before I went on, “your second-best guard, it wasn’t anything bad as I’ve heard worse from folks, I assure you.”

Taking his hand from my cheek, held it with both hands, and leaned my forehead to his knuckles, squeezing my eyes shut to show him my sincerity.

“I’ll take that as your answer. Now hurry with your bath and come down to the dining room. I'll be waiting for you,” he says to me as if we’re the only people here. He starts getting up, I realized I saw another figure in the room watching our interaction.

About as tall as him, dressed in armor as the guard outside the room, but with dirty blonde hair falling almost into his eyesight. I saw similarities between the guard and him, except for the eyepatch on his left eye and a scar that extends outside of it.

“Before I go, I will not harm the man who said what he said to you but I will still punish him,” beginning to take a breath before continuing, “don’t call me ‘sire’ again, only call me by my name that’s all I wish from you.” he ends taking a look back at me and walking on. His right-hand man bowed towards the maid and me before leaving with him and closing the door slowly.

Right before my maid spoke, all we heard was a shout, a short scuffle of feet, and then quiet once again.

“Would you like me to wash you?,” she asked me and I nodded her way. Before she rambled. I smiled to myself as I listened to her.

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Before long, I was already dressed. As she never took care of curls before all we could agree on was a sad matted bun.

Right as she stated it was time for us to go I had a nagging feeling to ask her something.

“May I ask your name?,” I stumbled out of my mouth, “I mean…I didn’t ask beforehand I feel it’s impolite that I hadn’t. As I wish to address you by your name and not what other royal ladies would say to you.” Feeling heat coming to my cheeks knowing they’re darkening before her.

“Alice, Alice Hartman. Thank you for asking as no one has ever really asked me this before.,” she told me. Seeing her eyes watering, I slowly wiped her eyes as gently as I could with the handkerchief I had grabbed from the vanity in the room.

We took a short breather so Alice could calm herself before we left for the dining hall. Opening the door to the room, there stood Chris’s second-hand guard seemingly exhausted and a bit roughed up but not quite hurt. He bowed as we walked out and closed the door.

You could see he was unwilling but it was better than what it was before. I nodded his way and then followed Alice to the dining hall.

On the way there I saw the garden again. All I could feel was longing to stay there and be in the garden as I could tell it felt freeing being just in its presence. But on we went passing by other maids, some who were cowering in fear and others who looked disgusted. Yet one or two like Alice appeared who looked on in wonder as if telling me they were fascinated by just me and all I could do was smile before we finally arrived at the dining hall.

I could tell we were close as the hall became more extravagant and I saw the doors almost five times my size that seemed like we were to go in there but instead we took a right and went into a room that was bigger than what I thought from just the doors as they were smaller from the ones we just bypassed moments ago.

Strolling in, there was a table as long as the room with multiple chairs but two big ones at each end. I thought I had to sit at one of them as I saw him at the one on the other side. Walking towards the chair, I saw him get up as well and walk towards me and Alice guided me towards him instead.

I begrudgingly walked over to the seat closest to him and sat there.

Telling as I was upset, he asked me, “What’s wrong, sweet pea?” All I could do was look at the seat.

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Now sitting in my glorious big seat, I felt accomplished. I still sat next to him but at least I was in the biggest seat in the room.

He could tell I was satisfied with the way I was beaming with smiles and ready to dig into whatever food was prepared for us.

The chefs wheeled in the food and set the table for us. It was revealed to be a braised roast with a buttered baked potato along with some garnish on top and wine for both of us.

I ate everything on my plate, it was delicious. Now it’s been a while since I had wine or anything with alcohol in it so I got tipsy off of it fast.

Before I knew it, it was dark already. Instead of being walked back to my room, I was carried back from what I remembered.

Then, I was in my bed which seemed to take me to sleep as I was laid down. I felt my hand brought in his rough one, and the deep kiss on my knuckles as he murmured something I couldn’t catch to himself.

He got up and was to leave the room but he turned back and saw a face that darkened and got close to me. Afterward, I dreamt, but I don’t remember much of what it was. But it was brighter and sweeter than any dream I had had beforehand. As every dream I had was just darkness.

I knew I was finally free just from my dreams alone.

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Playing With Fire

Chapter 5

Summary: After a change of heart nearly ten years into her career as a pediatric intensive care unit nurse, Ellie Maxwell has moved back home and returned to her old job at the local bakery, where the regulars are the firefighters from down the street. When sparks begin to fly between Ellie and the guarded, closed-off Chris, will anything come of it?

Pairing: Firefighter!Chris Evans X OFC Elizabeth “Ellie” Maxwell

Word Count: 7,096

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

We do NOT give permission for our works to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. Our work is our own.

Warnings: Angst.

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Chris glanced over his shoulder through the doorway into the bathroom as he folded Hazel’s small jeans, placing them in the laundry basket next to him on the floor of the hallway. His eyes darted to the small timer on the countertop, reading it as he called, “Alright Hazelnut, two more minutes.”

A splash sounded from the bathtub as the little girl groaned, Chris practically able to clearly picture the annoyed expression that he knew was on her face as she cried, “But Daddy!”

“No buts, two more minutes,” he replied firmly, chuckling to himself softly as he stood up, leaning on the doorway while he said with a smirk, “Besides, if you stay in that bathtub much longer, you’re going to turn into a prune.”

Her little lips pursed, Chris smiling to himself more as he watched her put her bath toys down, the water splashing up again. “You’d still love me even if I was a prune though,” she said in a matter of fact tone, a hand moving to brush the damp ringlet curls away from her eyes.

“You got that right,” he shook his head, watching her fondly as she smiled right at him before she turned back to her toys. He watched her for another few moments, making sure she was okay before he pushed himself off of the doorframe, stopping the timer. “I’m going to feed Dodger and when I come back, it’s time to get out. Yell if you need me, sweet pea.”

Chris couldn’t help but smile as he heard Hazel’s little chattering to herself as she played in the bath but her voice started fading away as he jogged down the stairs, his metal necklace clinking against his chest as he made his way to the kitchen. His sweet pooch was pacing around, waiting for his dinner, earning him a pat on the head from Chris before dumping his food into the bowl.

With Dodger happily munching his dinner, Chris headed back up the stairs two at a time, digging his phone out of his pocket as it vibrated once he hit the landing at the top of the stairs. He felt a smile cross his lips as he saw Ellie’s name on the notification, but the smile quickly fell as he read the contents. Almost the entire evening they had been texting back and forth and the smile that was on his face when Ellie had agreed to his date invitation hadn’t left his face since.

But when he saw her response of ‘Something came up. I can’t go out on Saturday, sorry,’ he tried not to panic. He knew it was his past history that was causing his brain to be hurled into anxiety but he reminded himself that Ellie hadn’t given him any reason to distrust her. He was just projecting, he had to be. Chris stood on the carpet covered stair, listening to the cheerful chattering from the bathroom, and tried to reply as calmly as he could, suggesting ‘No problem. Sunday instead?’

His anxious brain wanted to hold onto his phone, just staring at the screen to see her response but when he heard a tiny voice yell, “Daddy! I’m turning into a prune!” He was almost thankful for the distraction and slid his phone into the pocket of his sweatpants and headed back into the bathroom where Hazel was holding up her hands to show him the skin on her fingertips that were changing in texture.

He chuckled and shook his head, then reached for the hooded towel on the hook and held it in front of him as he made his way towards her and placed it on the towel rack next to the tub. “Well we better get you out of there before I have a prune for a daughter.”

“You said you’d love me anyway though,” she reminded him with a giggle, her hands coming to cover her mouth as Chris kneeled on the rainbow bath mat in front of the tub.

“Yeah but you’re cuter this way,” he murmured while he reached for the kid’s shampoo, gently pulling Hazel towards him. “C’mon Hazel Bo Basil, let’s wash that crazy hair of yours.”

Chris got to work soaping up her brown curls before rinsing off his hands under the water. He was careful to put his hand over her eyes, knowing what a calamity it was when she got soap in them, and he couldn’t deny his anxiousness to finish her bath to check his phone again. He laid Hazel’s head back, rinsing out the soap as he bit at his bottom lip, thoughts churning through his head and reminding him all the ways that Ellie could have decided she didn’t want to go out with him. He knew he shouldn’t have asked her out at the bakery. It was too impulsive and he caught her off guard… maybe she just didn’t know what to say so she agreed? Maybe he’d been reading her all wrong the entire time. Scott said that he wasn’t sure why she’d like him after how cold he’d been to her, but at the same time she had smiled at him when she agreed to his date and he’d been around the block enough times to know that was a real smile. She hadn’t been faking it. But then why did she say she couldn’t go?

‘Shut up Chris,’ he internally told himself ‘She probably just has to work or is doing something with her family.’ When the thought entered his mind, he almost wanted to laugh at how ridiculous he was being. That had to be it. If she wasn’t interested, she wouldn’t have been texting him all afternoon. He knew his brain always seemed to default to overthinking everything, churning it over in his brain until it tortured him but he tried to use logic for once and not fall into a spiral.

He reached for the cat towel next to him, pulling Hazel out of the tub before he wrapped her in the towel, laughing as she poked her head through the hole of the towel and made cat noises. A yawn escaped the toddler before Chris gently nudged her out of the bathroom, trailing behind her while they walked into her room as she asked him, “Daddy, can we read Madeline before bedtime?”

A huff of laughter escaped Chris as he flicked her lightswitch on, the warm light flooding the dark room. “I don’t think we need to read it, I think I have it memorized at this point,” he muttered, more to himself than to Hazel.

She turned around and looked at him with a frown, whining, “But I want to see the pictures.”

He grabbed the pajamas from where he’d laid them out on the bed earlier, helping Hazel get dressed as he relented, “Sure, we can read it.”

Hazel’s small eyebrow rose and she placed her tiny hands on his broad shoulders as a mischievous look appeared on her face, asking him, “...Can I sleep in your bed tonight?”

“Not tonight. You had a long day and I want you to get a good night's sleep, but maybe tomorrow night,” he shook his head, giving her a small smile before he patted her bed and jutted his chin towards it. “I’ll go get your book and then we have to brush your hair.”

As he went down the stairs, he once again checked his phone, hoping for any sign of life from Ellie but finding none. A sinking feeling set in, Chris feeling the anxiety flooding him from head to toe as he crossed the small home towards Hazel’s narwhal backpack while Dodger followed him curiously. All he could think about was that - somehow - he’d lost one of the best things that's happened to him, the only good or positive thing to happen to him since Hazel - without even being conscious of it. He swallowed the emotions down as he carefully unzipped Hazel’s beloved narwhal backpack, pulling out the well-loved book and steeling himself, but knowing there was little he could do to mask the pain that’d already set in.

He’d never let himself imagine much beyond the obvious, beyond the near future, and if he did - it was always him and Hazel, his little world and his constant. But he couldn’t help but imagine her and Hazel together when he’d seen the way she was around that little kid at the bakery earlier that day, unable to see anything except how good she would have been for Hazel and for once, and he was now mourning the “What if”.

Chris shook his head as he climbed the stairs next to Dodger, hoping to whoever was listening that Hazel wouldn’t be able to tell anything was wrong because he quite literally didn’t know what he’d fucking do if she asked. But he was saved when he walked back into her room to his girl pouting pitifully on her big bed, the brush lying on her nightstand as her arms were crossed over her tiny chest. “I don’t wanna brush my hair,” she whimpered, her big brown eyes welling up as she looked at him. “It hurts!”

“I know, but it’ll hurt way more if it dries tangled and we have to brush it in the morning,” he told her quietly, reaching for the brush as he sat down on her bed, carefully sliding her towards him and beginning to gently brush out the wavy strands that so easily tangled. His heart was breaking as he listened to her cries, wanting nothing more than to be able to cry himself for a much different reason as the thoughts settled back in on a never-ending loop, the undisturbed phone sitting like a brick in his pocket with every passing minute.

Thankfully, within a few minutes he was done brushing her hair. Chris pressed a kiss to the top of her head and ran a hand comfortingly over her shoulder, whispering, “Okay sweetheart, we’re all done.”

Her tiny hands came up to wipe away her tears, nodding while she asked, “Bedtime now?”

“Yep, it’s bedtime,” he murmured, silent for a moment, the heavy weight of sadness making him long to keep holding his sweet daughter, making him ask, “Hazel, do you want to come snuggle in my bed?”

The curly headed girl let out a squeal of excitement, her tears forgotten as she eagerly nodded her head before she turned, climbing onto his lap before he stood up, grabbing her blanket from where it laid on her bed and turned her lights off on their way out of her room. They made their way quietly down the hallway into Chris’ room, Dodger trotting after them and climbing onto the bed as he gently placed Hazel down on his side, watching as she got comfortable before he pulled out clothes for himself and headed into his bathroom to change. He couldn’t believe how much today beat him down compared to how he felt not even an hour ago. He’d broken his one rule, the one that’d guided him for the last four years, and gave into some of his impulses, and somehow fucked it all up without even intending to. But as he glanced out of the cracked doorway of his bathroom, listening to Hazel talk to Dodger quietly as her blinks grew slower, he realized that even if it was just him, Hazel, and Dodger together forever, he had no room to ask for more.

The following Wednesday morning, Chris got Hazel ready and off to preschool before he headed over to the local park in town, parking his SUV in an empty spot and grabbing his water from the passenger seat and threw the door open, climbing out of the car and tossing a wave to Mark as his longtime friend crossed the lot to come over to him. “Hey man, I was starting to think you were dead,” Mark called, his hands shoved into his pockets. “You ignored my texts all day yesterday!”

Chris waved a hand in the air, a frown on his face as he shut the car door, locking it and putting the keys in the pocket of his green jacket. “Yeah, sorry,” he murmured, glancing down at the sneakers on his feet before he shrugged halfheartedly.

Mark reared back a bit, looking at Chris in confusion. “Is something going on? Is Hazel okay?” He asked Chris quietly, following him as Chris began to walk towards the sidewalk, their pace quickening as they began to jog in tandem.

“Yeah she’s good. I just was kind of busy, and after school Hazel and I put up the Christmas tree,” Chris told him as he shoved his water bottle in his jacket pocket, zipping it up before his pace quickened more.

“Oh that’s right, I forgot you guys were doing that this weekend. How was it?”

“It was good,” he replied, tone clipped as he kept looking forward and away from Mark’s prying gaze.

“Why are you acting so weird?” Mark muttered, reaching a hand across and pointing at Chris as he said, “And don’t try to pretend you’re not.”

He sighed loudly, jaw tightening as the emotions that he’d suppressed all morning began to bubble up again. “I’m just… I don’t know…” he started, before trailing off in frustration. The pair slowed as they reached a crosswalk before they ran through it once the cars were cleared, Chris’ mind racing the entire time. “After we got our tree, Scott and I went to the bakery and I ended up asking Ellie out.”

Mark’s jaw dropped, his head turning to look at Chris in shock as he said, “What?! No fucking way. I don’t believe it.”

Chris’ brows furrowed as he met Mark’s eyes momentarily before he glanced away, muttering, “Well I did.”

“I can see why you’re pissed about having to go on a date with a nice, beautiful girl,” Mark trailed off, brows raising while his tone turned sarcastic.

“She ghosted me,” Chris shot right back, face hardening as his eyes stayed forwards.

Mark let out a surprised noise, his pace quickening to match Chris’ speed. “She ghosted you?” He asked incredulously.

“Yep. She said yes and then we kept texting all evening before she abruptly said she couldn’t go out on Saturday,” he told Mark, before shrugging helplessly and adding, “I asked her if a different day worked better and she never replied… and that was three days ago. I even called her and she didn’t answer.”

Mark let out a hum, saying slowly, “That’s kind of bizarre.”

“That’s what I thought, but it’s probably for the best. It wouldn’t have worked out anyway,” Chris shrugged, knowing it was true. He came with too much baggage and too many hang ups. He knew any girl who said yes to him was signing up for something complicated. He already felt that Ellie was out of his league, so he honestly figured it was better it stopped now before he got too attached and his heart hurt more than it did right now. At least this way he was only mourning the “What if” and it seemed to protect at least a little bit of his heart.

“It just doesn’t make sense why she’d do that,” Mark began slowly, Chris knowing he was trying to work through it in his mind, at least feeling a little more thankful that it was clearly stumping Mark as well. “Maybe you should go talk to her.”

“If she ghosted me, I really don’t think she’s going to want to talk to me,” Chris muttered, his jaw set impossibly tight as his feet pounded against the sidewalk.

“Aren’t you kind of curious as to why she ditched you?” Mark knew there somehow had to be more to the story. He’d seen how Ellie had come over to the station with some baked good as an excuse just to talk to Chris. It was obvious how much she liked him and he knew it couldn’t have just changed in a mere three hours.

“I’m not going to make her feel weird about it though. She’s allowed to change her mind,” Chris shrugged, his voice quiet as the cold winter air hit his face.

“But aren’t you owed at least the decency to know WHY she changed her mind?”

“I’m not sure I want to know the answer to that,” he honestly muttered.

They came to rest at another intersection, pressing the stop walk and pressing the button at the sign. They caught their breaths, quiet for a moment as cars rushed by, people rushing to get to work on the early Wednesday morning. “Chris, I’ve known you for quite a few years now and I have never seen you this excited about a girl before. I just would hate to see you throw it away over something that you don’t even have a clue what it is,” Mark began slowly, his eyes locked on Chris as the younger man leaned down, tying his sneaker again.

“But what would I even say? ‘Hey Ellie, those cookies look good also why’d you give me the brush off?’” Chris asked, throwing his hands in the air as he stood to his full height, then began jogging as the light changed.

Mark caught up to him, glancing over at him as he gave him some advice, saying, “Well don’t come right out and ask, just go in and see how she reacts to seeing you. Who knows, it could be something stupid like she broke her phone and hasn’t been able to call you.”

“I guess…”

“The bakery is just around the corner, just go in,” Mark nudged him, nodding his head towards the bakery around the corner from them.

Everything in Chris’ brain told him not to go. That it would be weird or that he’d find out something that he didn’t really want the answer to, but the feelings inside his heart made him feel pulled in that direction. He didn’t even know why… it wasn’t like he even knew Ellie that well but there was just something about her that kept pulling him in, that wouldn’t allow him to just let this all go that easily.

His ability to make quick decisions under stress came around to help him in this moment, making him look at his friend before he wordlessly decided to jog up the street, turning and climbing the few stairs to walk straight into the bakery. The door shut behind him, the bell chiming above him as he walked in, greeted with the sight of the large pastry case and the gray-haired woman behind the counter.

“There’s my favorite firefighter!” The woman called out, her eyes twinkling as Chris stepped in front of her.

He grinned, feeling warmed by her bright demeanor as he said, “Hey Dottie, you look beautiful today as always.”

“And you’re trying to charm me like always,” she sang back, her hands resting on the register in front of her.

“Not trying to, but I’m okay with it if it happens,” he shrugged, shifting anxiously.

“What are you in for today?”

“I actually wanted to see if Ellie was here,” he started quietly, frowning a bit as he added, “I was hoping I could talk to her.”

“She’s in the back… is everything okay?”

Chris cringed, confessing, “Well to be honest, I’m not really sure.”

Dottie’s face turned sympathetic, tutting before she jerked her head through the doors to the back, asking him, “Why don’t you go back and talk to her?”

“Thanks Dot,” he smiled, reaching out and touching her arm gratefully before he rounded the corner, pushing through the swinging double doors into the back of the bakery.

Instantly he was hit with the smell of vanilla and sugar and his blue eyes looked right to where the blonde haired woman standing behind the prep table who was smiling kindly at the door as he walked in - clearly expecting it to be Dottie - but a pain shot through his chest when he saw her smile fall the moment she saw it was him.

Ellie fumbled with the icing bag in her hand, eventually dropping it as she stammered, “Um, what are you- did you- can I uh, help you with something? Are you picking something up?”

Chris came to a rest by the prep table, leaving a few feet of distance between them. He knew he looked like a mess - in an outrageously bright green jacket, his hair sweaty, and his face bright red from his run - but he could only focus on Ellie, could only focus on the anxiety in her eyes, knowing they were reflected in his own. He shook his head, swallowing nervously as he confessed, “No, I just kind of wanted to see you…”

“Oh,” she said, her arms coming to rest nervously over her chest as her eyes darted around the otherwise-empty back kitchen.

Chris hesitated, unsure what to say before he quietly spoke, saying, “I um, you never texted me back.”

Ellie’s face hardened in a way he’d never seen before today, a scowl on her face as she scoffed, “I know.”

“It’s fine if you changed your mind about going out but to be honest, I was kind of confused,” Chris admitted to her, shrugging as he whispered, “I thought you seemed like you were looking forward to it.”

“I was until I found out that you lied to me,” she said firmly, her face remaining set and cold in that way, Chris’ heart stopping as she spoke.

His face fell, confusion filling his brain as he breathed, “Ellie, what are you talking about?”

She scoffed again, pushing the icing bag across the table, “I found out that you have a daughter and are married.”

“I’m not married, Ellie-”

“But you have a daughter, don’t you?” She asked, her eyebrows raising expectantly.

“... Yeah, I do,” he nodded, swallowing as that bomb finally dropped.

“I don’t want to go out with someone who isn’t going to be upfront with me,” she stated calmly, shaking her head before her face and mask fell, her voice emotional as she admitted, “I was really excited to go out with you until I found out that you lied.”

Chris rushed, wanting to at least defend himself a little bit as he pointed out, “I didn’t lie.”

“Well you didn’t really tell me the truth either.”

“I was going to tell you,” Chris insisted, blue eyes wide as he met hers.

“Oh really? When Chris?” She asked, throwing her hands in the air as she bitterly said, “Because I feel like you had a lot of opportunities to tell me and you didn’t. That makes me wonder what else you’re hiding.”

“I just didn’t know how to bring it up but I’m not hiding anything, I swear Ellie,” Chris pleaded, face falling once again as he begged, “Just give me a chance.”

“I don’t know Chris. It seems like this just isn’t going to work out,” she shook her head, placing her arms back across her chest and tightening her grip on herself.

He moved forward a few inches, but paused and kept some distance between them. “No, Ellie, please let me explain,” Chris implored.

“Chris I-”

“Please,” he repeated, blinking away the tears that threatened to spring to his eyes. “Can I see you tonight? Just let me explain, Ellie. I really… I want a chance to explain.”

“Alright,” she relented, biting her lip as she met his eyes.

“Do you have a lunch break today, or are you free tonight?”

She shook her head, fidgeting nervously as she said, “I’m off at five.”

“Could I maybe see you this evening? My daughter goes to bed around 7:30 or 8 and I could have my Ma come over and stay with her,” Chris asked her hopefully, both eyebrows raising as he trailed off towards the end, already reaching into the pocket of his jacket to text his mother.

Ellie hesitated, but nodded and told him, “Okay… I live in the yellow house on the end of Carson Drive.”

“Then I’ll see you tonight?”

“Yeah.”

Chris nodded, fumbling through an awkward goodbye - one that was so distant from any others they’d shared in the last few weeks - before he left the bakery. As he walked back to his car at the park, he sipped on his water and dug his phone out of his pocket, texting his mother and asking her to come by around bedtime to watch Hazel for him. He was only able to think about how much he owed Ellie the whole truth and the whole story, not just the half-truths he’d given everyone else in his life except Scott.

Ellie was shoving her unopened mail into a kitchen drawer when a knock sounded on the rickety front door, and a glance at the clock showed it was 8:30 on the dot. Despite the notice and the few hours she’d had to get ready between leaving work and now, she was still embarrassed by the way the house looked. Framed pictures still leaned against the wall, waiting to get hung up. A large, chunky knit blanket was thrown across the back of the fabric couch, a pair of slippers were underneath the small coffee table, and an embroidery hoop was still laying on the side table. They were not typical things for someone Ellie’s age to have lying about the house, and that was a fact she knew well - both because of her own head and because of Brooke.

She pushed away the fears and made her way to the front door, pulling it open to reveal Chris standing on her front porch, a bag in hand. “Hey,” she greeted casually, pausing before she opened the door wider and stepped to the side. “You can uh, you can come in.”

“Thanks, and thank you for hearing me out, Ellie,” he murmured as he stepped inside, Ellie shutting the door behind him while Chris paused awkwardly, before he turned and lifted the bag in his hand with a sheepish grin. “I brought some tacos. I wasn’t sure if you’d eaten yet or not.”

“Well, I can’t really turn down a taco,” Ellie laughed, watching as Chris’ previously-tense muscles relaxed at the sound.

He shrugged, smirking a little as he agreed, “That’s true.”

“Do you um want to sit down?” She asked him, raising an eyebrow as she jammed her thumb over her shoulder in the direction of her kitchen. “I have some wine.”

“I could use some,” he told her quietly, shaking his head. Chris followed her into the kitchen, sitting at the island as Ellie gestured to it while she headed to the counter and opened a bottle of wine, pouring a large serving for each of them and joined him on the barstools, gratefully taking one of the take out boxes of tacos from him.

Chris tensed again as silence set into the kitchen, only the quiet sounds of the pair eating their tacos and drinking their wine could be heard. He glanced around, seeing the baking mixer in the corner of her kitchen, the cookbooks resting on the kitchen shelf, and how lived-in the home already seemed, despite knowing how little time - just over a month - had passed since Ellie had moved in. It felt like Ellie in a way he couldn’t describe, in a way nothing else had ever seemed before, and with that realization, he knew he couldn’t let this cloud hang over them for any longer.

He took a deep breath and put the taco down on the take out container, turning to face Ellie. “Well I guess there’s no beating around the bush so I’m just going to get right into it,” he began slowly, before he explained, “I do have a daughter named Hazel and she’s four and a half. Her mom’s name is Ashlee and we kind of dated on and off in college and after we graduated, but when she found out she was pregnant, I decided to propose.”

She was quiet, nodding while she thought before she finally asked him, “Did you two get married?”

“Yeah we got married before Hazel was born but it didn’t take long for us both to realize it was a mistake, even if we didn’t admit it for a long time,” he admitted, shifting uncomfortably. He’d never spoken about this time of his life well - not to his brother, his sisters, or either of his parents - but with Ellie, he knew that she deserved the full story, despite how embarrassed and ashamed of it he was, even after all these years. “We never were a great couple but it just got worse after getting married. Ashlee and I fought a lot but once Hazel was past that newborn stage and getting close to a year old, it seemed like things were getting better.”

“But it didn’t?”

“Well I thought it was. I felt like we maybe could be a family and things would work out,” Chris shrugged as he stared straight ahead at her stove, his hands freezing in the air as his face pinched, his cheeks flushing despite himself. “But there just were some things that weren’t adding up between things on our bank statement and lies she was telling and I found out she was cheating.”

He heard her quiet but sharp intake of breath, turning to look at her out of the corner of his eyes as she reached for the wine, silently refilling their glasses, her face an unreadable expression. Chris paused as he watched her, quietly whispering a “Thank you,” to her as she handed him back his glass. Despite Ellie being entirely unaware, he was thankful for the way she almost wasn’t reacting to this, which allowed him to not spiral even more than he already had over these events through recounting them.

Chris nodded to himself before he willed the strength to keep going, adding, “I confronted her about it and she eventually fessed up. It was awful but I kind of felt like maybe we could get through it and we’d come out the other side stronger and more of an actual couple… but then around Hazel’s second birthday I ended up getting hurt in a fire we were putting out so I came home early.” He paused, shaking his head to himself as he recalled the emotional pain this day brought. “Ashlee was up putting Hazel in bed and I came in. Her phone was on the kitchen counter going off like crazy and I looked at the screen and saw she was planning on having a guy over that night while I was supposed to be gone.”

He felt Ellie’s hand on his shoulder, grounding him through the memories while she breathed, “Oh Chris, I’m so sorry.”

He shook his head again, quietly admitting, “After that, I was done. The fact she did it again was just too much and the breaking point for me was that she was going to have someone over in our home while our daughter was asleep,” he shrugged, a sad expression on his face as he looked at her. It wasn’t like him to trust people easily, especially when it came to Hazel, but he’d never trusted a soul with these details before. The only way Scott had found out was after a long day of drinking a few weeks after he’d filed. But actively making the choice to entrust her with this, to share this defining moment in his life, in all of his relationships from that point on, was something he owed to not only himself, but to Ellie, and to Hazel. “So I filed for divorce and that’s been a little over two years ago.”

She nodded sympathetically as she took in everything, her hand sweeping back and forth along the back of his shirt. “Do you have custody of Hazel now?” She asked him, her brows furrowed as she met his eyes.

“Ashlee and I share custody. We were terrible partners but Ashlee is a good mother. She loves Hazel and I don’t want to deprive either of them from each other,” he explained, his hand coming to rest on her forearm, the pair both abandoning their wine and tacos as he added, “We do have a custody agreement that neither of us have anyone spend the night in the house when Hazel is there though. But she and I can get along alright when it comes to Hazel, we just couldn’t be in a relationship and have it be healthy.”

Ellie nodded again, mind spinning and feeling herself dumbfounded at the onslaught of information and explanation that she’d never expected to come. “Chris, I just, I don’t even know what to say,” she breathed helplessly, shaking her head as she met his eyes again.

“You don’t need to say anything, Ellie. I really just wanted the chance to explain,” he replied instantly, turning to look at her fully, their hands dropping to their laps. “Because of everything, I guess I’ve been a little closed off the past few years. It’s just been me, Hazel and our dog Dodger half the week and then I work the rest of the week. I’ve been happy with how it’s been but then I met you. I understand if I come with too much baggage, but I just… I don’t know. I feel something different with you and I - I just - I guess for the first time in quite a few years, I want a chance to lean into that.”

“Well,” Ellie began, pausing as a smirk began to spread across her face, her eyes shining as she looked at him. “I’m still free on Saturday night if you’d like to go out.”

A smile instantly appeared on his beautiful face, his body slumping and relaxing again at the assurance in her words. “I’d really like that,” he admitted, looking up at her through his long lashes. “Thank you for giving me a chance, Ellie.”

“Thank you for being honest with me,” she responded, her hand moving to run through his brown hair before he sat up, reaching for his wine. Ellie’s brows furrowed as she watched him and she slid forward in her seat, looking at him from the side as she asked, “I’m just curious though, why didn’t you tell me about Hazel?”

“I guess I’m just not used to bringing her up. In the past, nobody ever stuck around long enough for me to even bring her up before,” he confessed with a sheepish expression, before a frown appeared and he added, “Then when I got to know you more, I was nervous you’d want to take a step back when you knew what I came with.”

Ellie nodded, her lips pursing as she slowly said, “Well I’d like to hear more about Hazel.”

“I don’t know that you want to get me started,” Chris replied with a chuckle, leaning back against the barstool as a fond expression slid onto his face. “God, she’s just the best. I know I’m biased but she’s so sweet and thoughtful but super sassy and very opinionated which I love. Sometimes she makes these faces when she doesn’t say anything but you know exactly what she’s thinking. I just fuckin’ love her so much and she’s just the cutest little thing ever… Here, let me show you some pictures,” he finished, digging in his pocket and pulling out his phone, swiping through his pictures and showing her them.

Ellie looked through picture after picture of the adorable little curly headed girl, instantly noticing she had some of the same expressions that she’d seen on Chris’ face before. He showed her so many pictures of his beloved daughter, gushing about her with each one. It was instantly apparent to Ellie how much Chris absolutely adored his daughter, his eyes twinkling when he spoke about her.

She just sat there, watching him fully relax, any bit of that wall gone around him as he endlessly rambled about some of the funny things Hazel had done. Ellie was captivated with the way he ran his hands through his hair, how his nose would scrunch up before he was about to laugh, and how his hands started waving around each and every time that he got particularly excited about something he was saying. The only thing that seemed to go through Ellie’s brain was the reminder of just how into him she was.

“I can see how much you love her,” Ellie was honest, tucking a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear as she turned her face to look at him.

“I do. I adore her,” the sincerity in his voice was apparent. He set his phone down on the counter, turning the screen off as he softly shook his head, “I didn’t know it was possible to love someone like this. I regret how it all happened but I don’t regret one second of having Hazel.”

Wanting to know more of his emotions, Ellie commented that, “I’m sure that was hard to adjust to having a baby at a young age though.”

“Yeah it was a lot. I was 23 when she was born and I was just starting at this station as a firefighter. But I was pretty immature at that time and it taught me how to grow up,” he honestly observed, realizing how he had matured so much in such a short time. He had been such a selfish young adult, focused on having fun and doing what he wanted, but having Hazel had completely changed him and for the better. Chris mulled it all over in his head before he reached out to tentatively rest a hand on Ellie’s knee, his blue eyes fixed on her as he spoke, “But Ellie, I don’t want any of me telling you this make it seem like I’m trying to excuse the fact I kept this from you. I should have told you and I’m sorry.”

“You’re right, you should have told me. It’s always better to be honest,” she stated before her eyes turned soft and she rested a hand on top of his, “But I accept your apology and I’m glad you were willing to share with me now.”

“Honestly, I’ve never told anyone all of that before,” Chris muttered, honestly unable to even believe it himself. A laugh bubbled out of his chest though when he recalled, “Well, I told my brother some of it but I was drunk.”

“Well after all you told me, I can understand why,” Ellie was sympathetic to the situation, so much happening to him at such a young age.

“Thanks for hearing me out tonight Ellie. It really means a lot to me,” He moved his hand to be able to hold her slender one in his, giving it a gentle squeeze.

She blushed softly, averting his gaze for a moment as she turned to stare at her basket of knitting supplies before finally looking back into that handsome face of his to reveal, “To be honest, I was really touched that you wanted to take the time to clear it up.”

“I just couldn’t let this chance with you slip out of my fingers,” His body moved closer to the edge of his barstool to get closer to her. “I had to at least try.”

“I can promise that you’re doing pretty well,” Ellie told him quietly through a smile.

“Am I?”

And there it was. That crooked smile and twinkling blue eyes that made Ellie’s stomach do flips and she felt completely powerless to resist him. She reached out, resting a hand on his bearded cheek, her thumb softly stroking the short well groomed hair before she started slowly leaning in closer, Chris meeting her the rest of the way and connecting his lips to hers. The kiss was slow and gentle, not asking too much but communicating all that they’d needed in that moment.

They stayed like that for several long minutes on their barstools until he heard his phone ding, his screen lighting up from where it was laying on the counter. Chris slowly pulled away from Ellie’s lips, his hand still resting on her leg while he glanced over to see a text from his mother, just checking how things were going.

“It’s my Ma, she’s at my house with Hazel,” Chris said out loud, reaching to grab his phone and type a quick response. “I should probably get home.”

He helped Ellie clean up and by the time they were standing by the door and saying goodbye, he was forcing himself not to linger any longer than necessary. He wanted to do this right, wanted to treat her the way she deserved and he was determined not to screw this up. Chris placed a hand on Ellie’s cheek, gently leaning in to kiss her sweetly before he left with a promise of picking up from her house on Saturday for their date.

He couldn’t stop smiling on his way home or while he talked to his mother quickly, then thanked her for watching Hazel for him before she left. Quietly, he climbed the stairs with an exhausted Dodger, Chris smiling as the dog headed immediately into Chris’ room and jumped into the bed while Chris made a stop in Hazel’s room.

Chris watched her quietly for a moment, observing how peaceful she looked as she slept with her mouth open and head tilted back, and how much she still resembled the little baby from four years ago. Before long, he pulled her blankets back up around her shoulders and pressed a kiss to her forehead, the pure love and adoration he had for this tiny little girl filling his chest with warmth before he couldn’t help but press one more little kiss to her forehead before creeping out of her room quietly. Chris shuffled down the hall to his room, quietly changing out of his clothes before falling into bed, a warm smile on his face as he realized for the first time in years, he felt hope and excitement for the days that laid ahead.

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Marvelous Friends

Part 10

Summary: You babysit Dodger

Pairing: Chris Evans x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, smut, mentions of anxiety, Dodger Evans (his cuteness is a warning) I think that’s it

A/N: sorry it took so long for an update

word count: 3.8k

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Pulling into Chris’ driveway you weren’t sure why you were nervous, you had slept over several times since you started dating but this just felt more intense, you have been together a few months but this felt like a big step.

You could handle this, and even though it’s been ages since you had a pet, you could handle this. Who were you kidding? This is the most face dog on Instagram, if you screw this up you know your relationship with Chris will be over. Shaking your head at the down spiral of nerves over taking care of his dog you reach the front door.

Deep breath, you can handle this. You reminded yourself as you knocked on the door. Once the door opened you were immediately greeted by Dodger who seemed just as uneasy to see you as you are to care for him over the next week.

You crouch down to his level and scratch behind his ears while whispering to him about all the fun you have planned for the week, laughing at Chris’ eye roll that Dodger was greeted before him. “Awe, I’m just saving the best for last babe” you rise on your toes to wrap your arms around Chris and pull him into a kiss.

He seems a bit tense, but you know he has a lot going on and brush it off. “So, should you give me the proper Dodger Evans care lesson now or after dinner?” trying your best to read his mood. He didn’t seem upset, but maybe a bit anxious and you didn’t want to add to that and be the obnoxious and demanding girlfriend.

“Yea, dinner first sounds good. Did you still want to try that Indian place you mentioned?” he asked with a soft smile.

“Well, we can, if you really want to but I’m kind of hoping we could just stay in” you smiled back at him hoping to ease whatever tension he was going through. “I know it’s selfish, but you’ll be gone for the next week and I’d kind of like to have you all to myself today” looking up at him and hoping that a quiet night in would help him relax a bit.

Chris seemed relieved by your suggestion “that sounds great actually” kissing you again. Dodger happily followed the two of you around the house while Chris pointed out all of the important info you needed to know to take care of the world’s favorite rescue. You realized he wasn’t that hard to take care of, and you were bound and determined to spoil him rotten while you were his caregiver.

Deciding to order in to make things easier, you perched on the couch, “so I assumed you're packed, any other pre trip rituals you have before leaving town?”

“Pre-trip rituals? Like what?” Chris smirks at you from behind his beer bottle.

“Well, I’m not a big fan of flying, so I try to relax as much as possible before a trip. Usually a long bath with a bottle of wine, maybe a little weed if I can get my hands on some” you shrug. Chris chuckles at you before getting up and heading into the other room, you aren’t sure what he’s doing or if you should follow him, but before you know it he’s back with an open bottle of wine and two glasses, grabbing your hand and dragging you to his master suite.

You could only smile as you watched him turn on the tap to the tub and start to undress. “What are you waiting for, you are joining me” he shrugs then extends a hand to you as he steps in the water.

Deciding that this should be about him you try your best to object but the sly smile and attempt at puppy eyes breaks your resolve faster “c’mon, please”.

You shake your head at him with a smile as you undress and join him “you know, this was supposed to be a way for you to relax and decompress before your trip, not me trying to get in your pants” you sat down across from him, so your legs were entwined.

Chris automatically fake gasps and tries to look offended by your comment, only for you to laugh at him “wow, you’re a really good actor”.

"Thank you, I'm flattered you even know I'm an actor, I heard you haven't seen many of my movies" he challenges you with a smirk. It's your turn to gasp as his allegations, "that is not true, and who ever told you that is a liar."

You had seen most of his movies, so you weren't sure who would have told him otherwise. He just stared you down while you sat there wondering how the evening made this turn. Is this why he was seeming a bit off, because you haven't seen his films? That doesn't seem to make sense, he wasn't that egotistical, but this conversation did seem to shift to a more relaxed feel between the two of you so why question it.

"Did Sophie or Benedict mention what I said about Steve Rogers? Because that has nothing to do with you personally or your portrayal, it was just my response at the moment and…" you are rambling and realize by the look on his face that your mention of Captain America was new information.

"No one said anything did they?" you sheepishly look at him hoping that this conversation will be over quickly and it won't cause you to die from embarrassment but that really is the only possibility right now. He just shakes his head and looks at you unquestioningly to elaborate.

You huff and reach for the wine glasses “I'm gonna need a little liquid encouragement to open up to you about this, I was hoping to take it to my deathbed."

Handing him his glass you both drink before you dive into your take on Steve Rogers, "his immersion from that capsule was intense and while all the muscles were appealing, the smooth shiny skin reminded me of a dolphin" you shrug. "I much prefer you hairy and covered in ink" you wink at him trying to lighten the mood.

"That's it? Just his dolphin skin?"

"Yea, for the most part. There were some parts of the story that I would have written differently, but he's a good guy."

That seemed to be enough for him and you decided to try and just enjoy spending the night chatting about everything that has been going on before he heads to LA in the morning. Unfortunately the tub water turns cold and you are forced out of the bath to prevent you from pruning, getting ready for bed in a comfortable domesticated silence was nice and you were both exhausted by the time you turned in.

Chris’s early morning flight means you are immediately thrown into Dodger duty head-on, but you can handle it, he’s a sweet dog that seems well behaved. You are determined this was going to be a good week, productive as you were getting headway on your newest novel you were writing and you had a buddy to keep you company.

Finding your way to the dog park was a bit more challenging but once you did, Dodger’s humdrum disposition vanished in an instant. So your pathetic excuse of a ploy to get this dog to like you was taking him to the park daily in addition to your strolls around the neighborhood so you could both get plenty of fresh air.

It was day three of your bonding week and decided to stop at a cafe without door seating so you and Dodger could dine together after your time at the park. Dodger was relaxing on the concrete beside your table when a few 20 something ladies passed by, you didn’t think anything of it until they stopped and back tracked to your table.

The first woman gasped as she approached and stage whispered “Is that Dodger Evans?”

“It has to be, look at him!” her friend responded immediately. None of them had even looked your way, but you could tell they were looking for someone, probably Chris.

It was a little weird, and you wanted to laugh but you also didn’t want to cause problems with his fans, so you just waited for them to say something to you before interacting.

The third woman finally looked at you and plastered on the fakest smile you had ever seen, you weren’t sure you could make it through this interaction without laughing.

“Hi, um is he around here somewhere?” she looked around into the café like the others had but seemed a bit more impatient than the others.

You took a sip of your coffee before responding, “um, who?” trying your best to seem oblivious to what they were going on about.

“Chris Evans” she sighed as if you were inconveniencing her, “this is his dog, I know it is, so where is he?” her smile started to drop a bit, apparently you were irritating her with your mere presence.

Well, here goes my attempt at acting, you thought to yourself. “Oh no, he’s not here, just me and Dodger” you speak softly and have to look down at Dodger to keep from laughing. And if it was choreographed they all deflated with an ‘oh’, clearly disappointed not to be getting a glimpse at your man.

When did I get so possessive? You distracted yourself by petting Dodger and giving him a bite of your bagel, which you hadn’t asked Chris about but a little bread shouldn’t hurt him.

“Um, so what’s he like?” the first girl asked, but apparently you were in a mood and decided to mess with them.

“Oh, he is the sweetest! Best dog I’ve ever met!” you praised Dodger while scratching his ears and making kissy faces at him. As soon as the word’s left your mouth you could feel the eye roll from all 3 of them but actually able to contain yourself before looking back at them.

Ms Fake Smile immediately huffed, “not the dog, Chris, what’s he like?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t know, I only met him once” you shrug and return back to your coffee and brunch, hoping they would just walk away, but that answer didn’t sit well with her.

“You’ve only met him once and you have his dog? That doesn’t make any sense” her hands are now on her hips as if she’s challenging you.

“Um, well yea, just for the interview, I’m his assistant” reaching down and giving Dodger more food to keep him appeased.

“If you're his assistant you would be around Chris all the time and know him pretty well” the first girl seemed confused.

“Oh, you misunderstood, I’m Dodger’s assistant. I take care of him whenever Mr. Evans is out of town, or occasionally travel with Dodger to take him to Mr. Evans when he’s away. So, I’m around Dodger all the time and know him pretty well, but only met Mr. Evans during the interview process” you shrug and take your coffee trying your best to control any laughter that may come out as you think of the absurdity of the claim you just made.

The three of them looked at each other as if they were trying to process what you just said, but you realized they must think celebrities live in a different world as you watched them nod at each other because it made total sense. All you could do was wave at them as they said their goodbyes to you and Dodger without trying to break from the ridiculous character you had just created.

Chris' week was nonstop meetings and more exhausting, he hadn't realized how much he missed you until a week of short calls and occasional texts were the only communication. He quickly decided getting back to Boston as soon as he could would be the best way to end his week.

Making it home a few hours earlier was easier than he had anticipated, he knew he wasn’t homesick per se, but he was in dire need of a comfort that only you could provide. Remembering the relaxing bath you forced on him made him smile, he was anxious about the trip and you had taken it upon yourself to help him without really knowing what was going on.

Chris automatically breathed a sigh of relief when he saw your car at his house, wanting to surprise you by showing up early and worried for a minute that you might not be here. Once he made it through the front door, he was surprised to not be met by Dodger immediately, but he could hear music coming from his bedroom and decided to find out what the two of you were up to.

Stopping dead in his tracks to take in the sight in front of him, he wasn’t sure if he should laugh or take a picture, but he most definitely felt a bit jealous when he walked into the bathroom. There, in the same tub the two of you had shared last week, was now Dodger and you sharing a bath together.

“Well, I thought this was our special thing, but apparently you bathe with any guy around, huh?” he asked with a smirk on his face. You squeal when you hear his voice, Dodger immediately jumps out of the tub and runs to Chris.

“We had a rough day and needed a bath, come on Dodger, we aren’t done yet” you call the dog back and he gladly jumps in, wanting to continue the belly rubs and butt scratches you were doing before you greeted his owner.

You immediately felt guilty seeing Chris, you were bathing his dog, looking like a complete mess, when you had planned to have a nice romantic night waiting for him when he got home. This wasn’t how you wanted this to go, but you did your best to school your anxiety about the situation and took a deep breath before explaining what he just walked in on.

“I wasn’t expecting you until later tonight, Dodger and I went on a little hike and were skunked” you pout at how ridiculous your day had turned out. “This is our second bath today, the first in tomato juice to get rid of the skunk smell, and now this one so we don’t smell like marinara”

Chris is looking at you, and you aren’t quite sure what he’s thinking. Your illogical brain decided you should start rambling on to explain yourself

“I know i should have called and told you, but it was really stinky, so I didn’t want to delay” before you can continue your apology, he’s kissing you so passionately that you can’t think straight.

Pulling away for air, Chris looks into your eyes and whispers “I love you,” you gasp and start to smile when he starts kissing you again.

“I love that you stayed here and took care of Dodger this week, and I love that you are taking a bath with him, even if I’m a little jealous” before he’s kissing you again. When you finally pull away, you are delirious,

“I love you too” you tell him as he’s picking you up and taking you to the bed.

“Wait!” you stop him from climbing in bed with you. He looks at you, worried he did something wrong. “I love you, and I want this, so much, but Dodger needs to be dried off before he runs loose in your house” you are giggling as you see the realization flash across Chris’ face.

Thankfully, Dodger, being the good boy he was, stayed in the bathroom to roll around on the floor rug and towel you had pulled out, and kept all his dripping on the tiled floor. The two of you tag team to get Dodger dried off as quickly as possible, and get back to your intimate reunion.

Before you even realize it, Chris has you back on his bed and is kissing you with such passion you almost melt. He mumbled into your neck as he kissed his way down your body, how much he had missed you this week.

“Mmm, you feel so much better than my hands” you breathlessly whispered as Chris was worshiping and kissing every inch of your body, but your comment made him stop almost immediately.

Looking at you with so much lust you weren’t sure why he stopped, ‘have you been touching yourself while I was away working?” The smirk on his face told you he enjoyed the thought of you in his bed, making yourself cum and envisioning him.

You could only nod, your brain was too foggy to form words at that moment, until he replied with “show me.” You were a little shocked, you’d never done that with someone else, but you weren’t embarrassed. Sex was something you always enjoyed, especially with Chris, so you started to run you hands from your chest and down your torso, but decided to stop and make the moment more fun.

“I need a little help” you told him with a coy smile. He shook his head at you, telling you that he was only watching until you explained that you had brought toys with you.

“Wh-what kind of toys?” he seemed a bit flustered at the idea but you knew it was going to be worth it. You giggled at his reaction and just pointed towards your bag on the other side of the bed, he got up much faster than you had expected him to move after a long and exhausting week away.

Coming back, he had quickly found your toy bag inside your luggage and dropped it on the bed next to you. Reaching in you pulled out your small bullet vibrator and rubbed it across your nipples before descending to your clit, humming you closed your eyes and slowly increased the intensity settings and basked in the vibrations before teasing it to your entrance.

Opening your eyes to the movement on the bed, Chris was down to only his boxers and was palming his erection while his eyes raked over your entire body. Your orgasm was building and you had started to pant and moan when Chris’ hand took the toy from you and continued to stimulate your pussy.

His assistance had you finding your release much quicker than usual, and you were surprised at how quickly you came. “That was incredible, any other toys in that little bag of yours?” he asked, kissing your body again, leaving bites and bruises in his path.

You shook your head no, “I was hoping I wouldn’t need any artificial assistance” and smirked at the way Chris grinned down at you. The next thing you knew, Chris had captured your lips in a bruising kiss and was slowly sheathing his length inside of you. He trailed kisses down to your neck, but when he hit that spot behind your ear you could only respond with a soft moan of his name escaping from my mouth.

And all at once, his hands and mouth were on every inch of you, consuming you like never before, the euphoria only allowing you to pant and moan with each new sensation he brought you. You weren’t sure how long the two of you made love, and you lost count after your third orgasm, only your breathing slowly coming back to normal when he reached his peak and laid next to you.

“That was one hell of a welcome home” he smirked as he kissed the crown of your head and pulled you into his chest. You both laid there for several minutes before you heard your stomach reminding you of your hunger.

Chris chuckled before lifting you from the bed and brought you into the shower “let’s get cleaned up and I can take you to dinner.”

The restaurant Chris chose was one you had never been to before, but you could tell it had been around for a long time, run by the same family for generations. Once you ordered your meals, you were able to catch him up on everything going on with you this past week.

“So you are going to NY?” he asks as the waiter pours your wine. “Yes, the day after tomorrow, I have a meeting and from talking to Gabe on the phone, he seems like a good option as my new manager. I haven’t booked the flight yet, do you want to join me for a few days?” you bite your lip hoping he will join you, it could be a nice getaway for both of you, even if it is work related.

The flight to NY is quick and you are excited, getting a new manager means getting your career back on track. You have been writing non stop since your classes at Boston College ended but without a contract with a publishing company, you weren’t as diligent as you could have been, you needed a deadline to really focus.

Checking into the hotel, Chris waits in the bar until you text him the room number, he warns you that NY papz are just as ruthless as LA and wants to not bring any unwanted attention to you. When he finally makes it to the room, he’s busy talking on the phone, so you decide to freshen up a bit before getting ready for your meeting.

You are nervous, and you aren’t sure why. You’ve had these types of meetings dozens of times, but this one feels more important, after everything Aaron has put you through, it’s hard for you to trust someone with your career. His hands wrapped around you from behind but you hadn’t even realized he was off the phone, you were too preoccupied on what to expect with the meeting.

“So that was Scarlett, she invited us to have dinner with her and Colin tonight at their place. I told them I would check with you first” he kissed your neck while talking making you completely distracted and you would probably agree to anything he asked you.

You hummed as you allowed Chris to have his way with you, you need this to relax enough to not freak out during your meeting today. “What time is your meeting?” he asked between kisses.

“I need to leave within the hour to meet him for lunch” you pouted, realizing that you just wanted to spend the day in Chris’ arms.

“Hey, don’t stress yourself out, he’s the one being interviewed here, not you. If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll be begging you to work with him” he winks at you. You can’t help but to giggle at him “do you always know exactly what I need to hear?”

“That’s how I earn the best boyfriend award” he shrugged before pulling you into another heated kiss.

NEXT CHAPTER

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