#chris evans blurb

[imyourbratzdoll]

Hey babe!! I'm beyond obsessed with your recent Lloyd/Ransom lollipop fic! Could we perhaps get a follow up where Lloyd tests out said lollipop on reader?👀🥵

hi baby! I'm so so so sorry for taking so long to do your request! I hope you like what I've done.

last part to wedding crasher and the prequel lollipop

summary - after your ex ransom crashed yours and lloyd's wedding and revealing your dirty little secret. your now husband wants to try it out for himself on your honeymoon.

warning - smut, food play, being called a slut, daddy kink.

18+ only please, the gif isn't mine and divider by @newlips

After the wedding and your ex crashing it, Lloyd decided during your honeymoon that he should be allowed to experience your lollipop kink. So, that’s exactly what he did. After a lovely romantic dinner, he led you back up to the room and threw you on the bed, reaching over with a devilish smile as he pulled out a strawberry lollipop from underneath his pillow, bringing you into a rough make out session before he begins with his plans. Which leaves us too now.

“Stay still, Pumpkin. Let daddy fuck you with this sweet treat.” Lloyd growls, you’re sprawled out on the bed, lips puffy and swollen from your husband kissing you roughly, your cunt dripping as you anticipate what’s going to happen. Lloyd lies between your legs, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he eyes your glistening folds. One hand grips your hip, holding it down while the other rubs a strawberry flavoured lollipop between your folds. The lolly bumping against your puffy clit causes soft whimpers to fall from your lips. “I chose strawberry for us, Pumpkin. So, whenever you see anything resembling a strawberry, you’ll think back to this night.” He smirks, “Be a good girl for daddy.” He says with a hint of a warning behind his words, knowing how greedy you can be once he gives into your desires.

Your eyes roll back as he pushes the sweet treat into your cunt, his cock twitches as he watches you practically suck the thing in as though it were your mouth doing it. “L–Lloyd!” Smack “Daddy!” You moan as he coats the lolly with your juices, picking up the pace and swirling it around, hitting your sweet spot. 

Lloyd thrusts the lollipop faster and harder into your sweet cunt, his thumb connecting to your puffy clit, groaning as your back lifts from the mattress and you begin to squirm. Your fingers curl into the bedsheets as he fucks you hard, slowly turning you into his kinky little slut with each movement. Lloyd huffs out a chuckle, “Huh, your ex was right. You are a kinky little slut.” 

His words cause tingles to erupt throughout your body, juices flowing out of your now strawberry-flavoured cunt as you cum. You slowly sink back into the mattress, hazy eyes locking onto Lloyd’s as he gently pulls out the lollipop, you whimper as you watch him put it in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the treat as he collects your taste. Your eyes widen as he crawls up your body, leaning over you with the lollipop hanging loosely in his mouth. He hums, “I think I just found my new favourite treat, Pumpkin.” 

The rest of the night is filled with everything imaginable, not leaving the bed until two days had passed and you were utterly fucked out. 

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[intoanotherworld23]

Intoxicating Touch

Summary: you were Chris’s favorite drink, and he got drunk so quickly off of your touch

Warnings: mdni 18+, mature context, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, dom Chris Evans, praise kink, spanking, overstimulation, dirty talk

A/N: I haven’t written for Chris Evans in a hot minute and it’s been long overdue so I hope y’all enjoy! I owe this one for @rogersbarber since they always checked in on me, and have been patiently waiting for me to write for him again! Reblogs and comments are encouraged and appreciated always support your fanfic writers! Also, my Chris Evans tag list is still open so feel free to join! Thanks! XOXO

Hall of Hunks

Chris Evans was the epitome of sex. Fucking you cruelly pounding your tight hole with no mercy whatsoever. His tight grip on your body was sure to leave marks almost like you were a canvas for him to draw on. Cries of pleasure leaving your lips calling out only his name.

"That feel good sweetheart?" He hisses directly into your ear as a hand comes down on your backside. A jolt coursing through your body at the impact making him snicker. Encouraging him to spank you again and again until he could see the outline of his handprint on your skin.

"Mmmm it feels good." Nodding your head as you turned your cheek to lay against the marble table that you were currently bent over. Lost in the intoxicating bliss of his touch your mind in a whole other world.

“That’s it baby fuck yourself against my cock.” He encouraged when he noticed you started to back your hips back to meet his. Keeping himself still for a few minutes and let you have control for a little bit. Loving to see this side of you that would come out of nowhere.

Tears glistening in your eyes as he pushed his hips harder against you your body being pushed forward on the table. Breasts rubbing against the table sending shivers down your spine. His lips warm and eager as they trailed across your shoulder leaving a trail of saliva across your skin.

"You're incredibly tight baby." His deeps voice drips with praise as his thrusts quicken. Moving your hands in front of you splayed out as you gripped the end of the table. “Don’t know how much longer I can keep going.”

Thick warm hands gripping your flesh as he squeezed the fat in the palm of his hands. Relishing in the softness of your curves. If there was one thing Chris loved it was to always be touching you. Watching as goosebumps would appear on your skin when he touched a certain spot.

"Oh my god." You whimpered closing your eyes shut as the senses started to overwhelm you, and you could feel the heat swarming your body. Feeling the stretch of your walls every time he pushed himself all the way into your gut.

Sex with Chris was always mind blowing, and definitely had you feeling sore for several days. He knew all the right places to touch, and right words to say. Chris knew your body inside and out even when you think he didn’t he could surprise you by awakening a new kink. He was adventurous and just wanting to explore new horizons with you.

“Use that pretty mouth and tell me how good it feels.” He demands as he stills his hips his voice laced with a mocking tone. The words stuck in the back of your throat as you struggled to speak any words.

“Come on baby, tell me how good I’m fucking this cunt.” Pulling back then slamming his body straight into yours with full force a scream leaving your lips.

“It feels so fucking good Chris.” Relentlessly pushing and pulling you back until all you could muster was gasps and whimpers.

Chris always thought you looked the most beautiful with makeup smeared down your face, and a glazed over look in your eyes. If he could take a picture of your face every time he would have enough to make a book describing each moment.

“I know you’re so close sweetheart.” He cooed as he leaned forward his chest pressed to your back kissing under your ear sucking on the flesh nibbling down hard enough to make you cry out. Reaching a hand between your bodies slithering his way to your swollen clit. Rubbing the nub in rhythmic circles alongside his thrusting. The feeling was becoming overwhelming as your head started to spin and your vision was becoming blurry.

“‘M right there baby let go. Wanna feel that creamy cunt cum around me.” Grunting and growling like a wild animal as he could feel himself getting closer. Your moans and whimpers getting louder as your knees started to buckle making it harder to stay still.

“Come on you know that’s all I want.” He begged as you recognized the familiar clench of your stomach around his length. Using the table to keep yourself propped up entire body going limp. Tummy sagging from the intensity and pure exhaustion as you just continued to lay there. Legs shaking as he fucks you with reckless drive.

Large hands palming the rounds of your ass as he uses you as leverage. Flesh of your ass cheeks jiggling and sticking to his thighs as the coil in your stomach becomes painfully tight. A low arch to your spine as he plunged deep inside your guts and hit that sweet spot.

“Fuck me that’s it I’m cumming I’m gonna cum in that sweet cunt of yours.” You whine with various cries his cock twitching aggressively inside of you.

A sharp gasp escapes him as he can feel you clenching your tight walls around him a warm liquid flood around his cock. Keeping still as he squirts his seed in your raw cunt some of it leaking out and dripping down your thighs. The feeling was ticklish but your legs trembled with ferocity that you didn’t care.

It was as if someone turned on the hose as he pulled out swiftly watching yours and his fluids descend to the ground. In awe that you were able to hold that much inside your stuffy and swollen cunt. Keeping hold of your body and he helped ease you through your long orgasm. A sheen of sweat glistening your body like a diamond.

“Fucked that delicious cunt so good.” He proudly stated as you tried to involuntarily push that last of the milky substance from your body. Licking your dry lips trying to obtain some type of moisture.

“So proud of you my sweet girl. You did so good for me.” Praising as he now rubbed his hands up and down your sides soothingly this time. Such sweet words had you weakly smile as your eyes started to grow heavy. Thinking it was over but mistaken when you felt the soft push of his swollen head into your throbbing cunt.

“And I need more.” He growls.

[avenging-fandoms]

imagine chris being way more clingy than normal one day and you’ve got no idea why, he doesn’t leave your side all day but never tells you what’s wrong, but you finally coax it out of him that night and he says he’d had a bad dream where he lost you so he didn’t want to let you out of his sight all day:((

Chris's spot next to you in bed was usually empty when you woke up. He’d be out at the gym, walking Dodger, sometimes cleaning the house. When your eyes peeled open there he was, back to you while his phone played at a low volume as he watched videos on Instagram.

You press your hand against his ribs, scooting forward and draping your arm over his stomach with your eyes still closed and you planted a soft kiss on his skin.

"Well what a nice surprise." You mumble into his skin, a soft nose laugh coming from Chris as he grabs your hand and pulls it to his chest. "Just wanted to be lazy today?"

"Yeah.." He sighs, your eyes peeking open and watch his back muscles move with every slow breath. You trace a heart on his spine, Chris finally turning to face you kissing you like he hadn’t see you in months. His hand held the back of your head and gripping your hair softly.

Chris pulls away and pecks your forehead. You check your phone, realizing you had no food in your fridge as your stomach gurgles and you groan. "Do you want to come get groceries with me? I know you hate shopping but-"

"No I'll come, you wanna shower together to save some time and water?" He asks and you smile, nodding. You both get out of bed and you stop him, hand on his bare stomach.

"Did you take Dodger out?"

"Yeah I did, earlier this morning" You nod. He probably woke up at his normal time and did everything for Dodger then came back to bed.

You and Chris shower together, Chris spending his time pampering you. You were getting worried. You surely didn't miss an anniversary, or his birthday, so you were so confused why he wanted to come shop and pamper you in the shower. Maybe he was just a good husband.

A little over an hour later, you two were off to Costco. You sat in the passenger seat while Chris drove, a hand on your thigh the whole way with your Dunkin breakfast, his treat. You didn't question this, he was always holding your thigh while driving.

Although at the grocery store, his hand was always on your back, arm, hand, or shoulder. This wasn't normally how he acted, he usually ventured off himself and grabbed things he wanted, or following you and complaining and asking how much longer. However today he was right next to you as you walk up and down the aisle - his least favorite thing ever - not a peep coming from him except to chime in on what or whatnot to get.

You two get the shopping done in two hours, and you tried to break Chris in the store by going to the miscellaneous sections and taking your time, but he let you. You two bring the groceries in and he lets Dodger out while standing at the sliding door and watching you put the groceries away.

“Chris, have I done something wrong?” You broke and he knits his eyebrows in confusion. “Did I forget an anniversary? Is it the anniversary of when we met? You know I can never remember if it’s the 12th or 13th.”

Chris lets out a soft chuckle, crossing his arms over his chest after letting Dodger back in. “No, you didn’t do anything wrong. No anniversary, and it’s the 13th.”

“Then what is going on, hon? You’ve been up my ass all day. Not that I care, but you’re never like that. You love to love me but you would not let me out of your sight or would hold onto me. What is going on?” You walk over to him and place your hands on his shoulders, darting your eyes back and forth between his sad ones. “Chris..?”

His arms wrap tightly around your waist, picking you up off the ground softly with just your toes barely on the ground. His hand reached up and held the back of your neck, taking in your smell and you rub his back. “I had this really bad dream last night. You were in a crash and I was with you. I sat next to you as I watched you.. oh God Y/N it was so bad.” He cried softly and you held him tighter.

“Chris you should’ve woke me, why didn’t I wake up when you did?” You pull away and hold his face, wiping a tear with your thumb.

“I wasn’t thrashing or anything, just a jolt awake. There was some light outside so I took Dodger outside and sat out there for a bit before coming back in here. Couldn’t go back to sleep so I watched you sleep for a bit then went on my phone.” He laughs to himself. “I sound like a stalker, I watched you sleep.”

“You watched me sleep because you had a very real feeling dream.” Your arms wrap around his neck. “You should have woken me up, honey. Especially if it’s a dream like that.” He nods and hugs you again, taking a deep breath. “Do you want to get some comfy pjs on and watch some Disney movies in bed while we order food?”

Chris pulls away and rubs his nose against yours, lips brushing over yours. “We just went shopping for 8 hours, we have food here.” You giggle, his nose pushing your head up more as your nails scratch the back of his head.

“I don’t feel like cooking, and it takes time for the food to get here.” You whisper and he hums, kissing you and swiftly picking you up and taking you upstairs.

[littlemelaninfics]

Boston Cream Pie

an: this is fucking appalling. i’m quite proud of it :) . CHRIS WON THE LAST POLL 🎉 and again, the pair are in their late teens 18+

"A WHAT?!"

"A dirty cunt. That's what I call it."

"Fucking WHY?"

"Think about it, Y/n," he dives on the bed and takes my hand. His large palms close mine into a soft fist, "say this is your pussy, right?"

He starts to lick the makeshift pussy and I instinctively pull my hand away.

"Ugh! What are you doing?" I asked inspecting my hand.

"Y/n, this wouldn't be realistic if the pussy wasn't wet. That's fucked up. C'mon." I look him in his eyes before slowly giving my hand back to him. He continues to plunge his tongue before pulling away. He looked at me and smirked before letting spit leak into my hand. My jaw drops and he smiles. He turns my hand to me and I see the white substance leaking out of the hole in my fist.

"See, that's a dirty cunt." He turns my hand back and starts smearing around what has seeped out. He collects it and pushed it into my palm. I just sit there and watch him in awe.

He takes a second and then laps up his mess from my hand and I pull away again,

"Oh, Chris! Ew!" He leaned back and laughed dramatically.

"What do you mean ew? That's one of the most personal things you can do with your partner."

"That and anal."

"Nah. I think anal is a little more mainstream these days. Now, eating your own cum out of a pussy? Not a lot of people do that."

"So, basically you have a breeding kink?”

He shrugged, "I mean I guess playing with the thought of my girl carrying around my kid makes me hard. Plus, seeing a pussy drip with my cum makes me-" he let out a dramatic growl while leaning his head back and rolling is blue eyes.

"So wait, you want to be a dad?"

"Not necessarily right now, but I do like pushing those boundaries."

I chuckle at him and we just looked at each other for a moment before Tara popped in and we all hung out for a few hours.

That night in bed, all I could think about was what happened at Chris’. I looked at my hand and I could still feel his tongue. The way he swirled it around as if he were going in small circles with his cock. My other hand made its way to my throbbing clit and started rubbing. The memory of his pointed tongue going in and out, making sure to hit every wall created by my palm.

I insert two fingers and pump them in and out. I reach as far as I can and feel that spongy organ. I press it against until I'm moaning his name.

"Fuck," I sigh and bury my face in my pillow.

The next day, I got a note in my locker from Chris asking me to come over and I take a while to shoot one back, but agree to go. I've haven't had this feeling about him for long, but after last night he's all I want. I knock on his bedroom door and he answers. I take him in until I realize I'm staring. He saunters over to his bed and lays down. I stop at the threshold, feeling a little weird that I masturbated to my best friend last night.

He sparks up a joint and takes a couple of hits before offering it to me. I walk over to him and grab it and take a seat at the foot of his bed. I take my hits before turning back to him. We do this two more times before the high really sets in. When I turn back to grab it a third, I make sure to brush his fingers with mine. This catches his attention. I put the joint out on the nightstand and go to lay down with him. He looks confused at first, but then gets comfortable. He meets me half way when I grab his face in one hand and lean in to kiss him.

His lips are soft, but sticky from the weed. I push him back and he pulls me on top of him. We stay like this for a short time until he's taking off my shirt. He kisses up my torso before reconnecting our lips. I take off his shirt and he flips us over. His mouth goes to my neck and he starts kissing and biting. I can't help but let out soft moans,

"You don't know how long I've waited for this," he whispered. I moaned again and tried to pry him out of the confined restraints of his pants. He sits up and unbuttons them before pulling them and his boxers off. He unclasps my bra and then removes my pants as well. He starts to move down, but I pull him back up,

"I'm already wet enough. Just please." He kisses me deeply and flips me onto my stomach. I see him reach for something in his nightstand and I stop him,

"No."

"No?"

I turn back and look at him, "I want to be your dirty cunt." He lets out a noise I've never heard before, lining himself up at my entrance. He teases my opening by rubbing himself against it and only pushing hard enough to apply pressure.

"Chris please," I whined.

He pushes his cock deep in me and starts to snap his farmer tanned hips. With no time to adjust, my pussy spasms around him trying to get used to his size. This causes his rhythm to sputter with wild jerks, lurching his bed and its frame into the wall.

“You can’t say shit like that, baby,” his hands bruisingly digging into the skin on my hips. Having a bestial grasp on me physically and mentally.

“Fuck, fuck fuck. Goddamn it,” he chokes out, cheeks already filled with blush and jaw more prominent with how tightly it’s clenched.

“The way your tight pussy is squeezing me. I’ll fill you up until you’re dripping for days. There’s no doubt you’ll be swollen with my seed.”

“Fuck! Please claim me. Make my pussy yours."

He turned me back over to look deep into my eyes. "You look so beautiful like this. Ready and begging to take my cum. Nothing but a cum whore for me. My own personal cum dumpster, hmm? Does that sound good?"

I had no energy to speak. All I could do was clamp around him even harder and pull him closer into me. All I was feeling was blinding white heat when he reached a spot deep within me.

"Fuck, I'm cumming! Please. OH!" I let out a moan and he pressed deep into my hips.

He pounded into me heavily even after I already came, making me squeal at the sensitivity of it all. I dug my nails deep into his tensed shoulder blades making sure he didn’t go anywhere. I let out another loud moan when I felt him shoot long, hot streams deep within me. So deep I'm sure it would still be leaking out of me by the next day.

“Hold it.” Is the first thing he says when he finishes emptying himself. We both come down from it, making me clench weakly around him again. “Like a fucking glove, baby."

He finally pulls out and leans down. He spreads my glistening lips apart, vulgarly displaying my inner most parts as his elixir leaks out of me. His mind goes wild at the thought of how much of him is still left inside of me, muddying my womb. He was fixated on marking every inch of me. Inside and out.

I feel his tongue dip inside of me to collect some of what he left behind. He climbs back up my body before kissing me and depositing it into my mouth. I moan and arch my back off the bed while swallowing what he gave me.

He presses his forehead to mine and sighs,

"You have no idea what you've done."

[freedomfireflies]

hi hi i saw that you have a story with chris evans so i was wondering if you'd ever be open to writing something about him? and if so ... this is my official request 🥰

“I need you.”

The words out of his mouth are rushed and guttural, and your pulse quickens as you blink the sleep from your eyes. “What…what’s wrong? What happened?”

You hear some shifting and a bit of static before he takes a deep breath and whispers, “Please…I can’t…I just don’t—”

“Chris,” you interrupt firmly, palms beginning to sweat as you attempt to sit up. “Baby, what’s wrong? Did something happen? I can’t help if I don’t know what—”

“Come over.”

You stop, lashes fluttering as you look out into the darkness of your bedroom. “You…baby, it’s three a.m. I can’t just…please, just tell me what—”

“I made a mistake.”

His words are few and far between but this effortlessly breeds fear into your heart as your breath hitches. “What…what do you mean?”

Another sigh. More static. “Please come over.”

You hesitate, heart aching at the sound of his plea. “I don’t…I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

He goes quiet and your eyes squeeze shut.

You don’t like fighting with him. You don’t like doing…this. This awkward exchange where you don’t say how you really feel.

The silence stretches over two minutes but you can hear him on the other side. He’s not letting you go and you settle back down into bed as you prepare for the conversation you weren’t sure you were ready to have before.

“What’s wrong?” you ask again, a bit gentler. Encouraging. “You can tell me, okay? Whatever you did, whatever…whatever’s wrong, you can just tell me. I promise.”

There’s a brief beat before you faintly hear him murmur, “I’m sorry.”

Something in your stomach tightens. “For…for what? What happened, are you okay?”

You think you hear him scoff, but you can’t be sure. “No, I…I fucked up, I shouldn’t have…I…I’m sorry, I never should have…”

Your fingers squeeze the sides of your phone as you will yourself to remain calm. The possibilities and explanations are endless but you don’t go there. Not yet. “Hey, it’s all right, okay? It’s fine, just…you gotta tell me what’s going on, okay? Just tell me what’s wrong.”

More silence and as the seconds tick by, you feel your self-control slip. 

Finally, he speaks. “I never should have let you leave.”

And there it is. Unsure whether to be relieved or saddened, you dejectedly whisper, “Baby—”

“No, I…I knew I shouldn’t have. I knew it when I was watching you walk out. I even knew it as I was watching you get into your car to drive away. I knew it was dumb and that I should have asked you to stay so we could fix it, but I didn’t.” 

You shake your head, despite the fact that he can’t see you. “Baby, it's fine. Okay? I didn’t expect you to ask me to stay. It was a fight. That’s what happens when people fight. We just needed some time to…reevaluate—”

“No.” He rejects this immediately, and you can imagine his frown. “No, I don’t want to reevaluate. I don’t need to reevaluate. I just need you.”

“Chris—”

“No,” he says again. “No, I shouldn’t have let you leave this afternoon. We don’t fight like that, we don’t…we don’t do that. We stay and we talk it out and we fix it. And I didn’t ask you because I thought I knew better but I don’t. I just know you.”

He’s doing his absolute best to tug on your heartstrings, and it works.

“I let you walk away and now I don’t know what to do,” he murmurs. “I can’t sleep without you here. Don’t know how I did before, but I can’t and I just…I don’t want to fight with you. I don’t want to miss you, I just…”

You wait with bated breath for the rest of his admission. You’re desperate to comfort him, all too familiar with the pain he’s struggling through.

You’ve been struggling with it, too.

“I just need you,” he finally whispers. “I need you here. I need…god, please come over. Please. I won’t ask for anything ever again, just…don’t make me go tonight without you. Please.”

And what other choice do you have?

You’re at his place in under half an hour, driving up the mountain to his house tucked behind the trees as he waits for you. 

He’s left the gate open and the front door unlocked. It’s easy for you to slip your way inside the familiar home and Dodger is there to greet you the second you step foot into the living room.

You crouch down to offer a bit of love before timidly murmuring, “Where’s your daddy, hm?”

Dodger simply wags his tail but offers you no answer.

Unsurprised, you straighten back up and glance around. “Chris?” You make your way down the hall, stealing glances into the adjoining rooms. “Baby, I’m here.”

You find him in his bedroom, sitting on the bed and sporting a rather defeated expression.

But the moment he looks up and catches your eye, he sighs with relief.

You make your way for where he sits and he’s quick to part his legs and allow you a space between.

And you find a home there, your palms on his cheeks as you smile down at him.

“You’re here,” he breathes, almost as if he can’t believe it.

You nod once, lip between your teeth. “I’m here.”

For a moment, he simply stares at you as you work through what to say next. The fight is far from over and you know there are still wounds to be mended.

But right now, tonight…this is more important.

You agree to a truce as he tugs you onto the mattress, face nuzzling into your neck as your nails scratch down his back.

You both sleep beautifully that night.

And come morning, you realize he plans to keep his promise.

He’s never letting you walk away again.

I love him my gosh, never hesitate to send me more Chris requests because OOF 😩

~ Other Blurbs

~ Full Masterlist

[enchantedsoulofmine]

Sleepover ‘fun’

Chris Evans x Wife!reader

I got a request from a lovely anon and here it is- Girl could you do one where Chris+Reader are having a family dinner at their house and his fam is sleeping over but he's horny af and haven't had "funny activities" in a while?

Sorry Anon, I’m a little late but I have my exams😭

Warnings: steamyyy

Note: English is not my first language

‘Chris’ you squealed,dropping the spatula on the counter as a hard slap landed on your cheek. You turned around and saw your husband leaning against the counter with a smug look plastered on his face.

‘What?’ he asked innocently with a goofy smile. You just rolled your eyes smiling to yourself.

Chris had been horny rather on top of horniness since this morning. You both have been extremely busy from the past few days and haven’t had a steamy session in a while. Chris was craving your ‘sweet mound’. You wanted him as well but was resisting as Chris’ family was on the way for a get together.

‘They’ll be late’ Chris scoffed, wrapping his muscular arms on your waist,pulling you backwards so that your back came in contact with his chest.

The bell rang making Chris whine and you smirk. ‘Yes, very late’ you giggled, going to open the door.

‘Hey guys!’ You greeted them with a smile, hugging Lisa,who hugged you back, placing a kiss on your cheek. ‘Ma!’ Chris came from behind and hugged his mom tightly. ‘Scott’ Chris laughed and hugged his brother with a laugh. You guys welcomed them inside and Dodger ran towards his favourite people.

‘Dodger’ Carly remarked, petting the fluff ball.

‘Shanna was busy today’ Lisa spoke softly, ‘no problem we’ll Face Time her’ Chris added, closing the door.

‘Is that my favourite lasagna’ Lisa beamed, ‘yes it is’ you smiled at her. Lisa was such a mother figure to you, she was sweet and loved you like she loved Chris. ‘Oh dear’ Lisa cried and hugged you, caressing your hair.

The oven tinged, ruining the sweet moment. You excused yourself and went to the kitchen. You turned around and gasped loudly when you saw Chris in front of your face, ‘you scared me’ you breathed out.

‘Sorry love’ Chris apologised with a soft smile. You shook your head and opened the refrigerator to keep the chocolate cake you prepared.

When you closed the door, you were pulled towards the narrow pantry by your husband. ‘Can we have a quickie?’ He pleaded, ‘Chris— you were cut off when Chris cupped your throbbing mound. ‘Stop it’ you giggled trying to remove his hand, ‘Chris’ Scott called out and it seemed like he came inside the kitchen.

You both hurriedly went out of the pantry and Scott landed his eyes on you both mischievously. ‘Guys’ Scott narrowed his eyes, ‘Scott, let’s go outside’ Chris took a hold of his shoulders and took him out before he could say anything, while you stood there blushing.

~~~

It was soon dinner time and the Evans fam was setting the dining table. ‘God, this cake smells so damn god Y/n’ Scott grunted, ‘thanks Scott’ you smiled at him.

‘Your cunt tastes more sweeter’ Chris whispered huskily in your ear, which made you shudder.

All of you had dinner and chatted for a while until each of you started yawning. ‘Okay guys gonna go to sleep, good night’ Scott yawned again, rubbing his eyes.

‘Good night Scott’ you and Chris said unison, ‘Scott, room to the left you know right’ Chris asked, ‘yeah I do,I’ve been here loads of time’ Scott remarked and went upstairs.

‘We’re gonna go to sleep as well Chris’ Lisa said, getting up. ‘Goodnight Ma, night Carly’ Chris said and waved at them, ‘night baby’ Lisa kissed his hair, ‘good night guys’ you smiled at them, ‘good night lovely’ Lisa kissed your hair and went upstairs, Carly following her.

You leaned forward to get the remote to switch off the T.V, unknowingly giving your husband a view of your ass.

You shut the Tv off and was about to get up when Chris pulled you by your arm, which made you yelp but Chris covered your mouth. You were sitting on Chris’ lap and Chris was holding you tightly.

‘Feel how hard you made me love’ Chris took your hand and placed it on his groin. You felt Chris’ cock hardened and twitch, before you looked up at your husband.

‘Gotta make me get rid of it right?’ Chris asked, lust in eyes. ‘Sure Mr. Evans but not here, in our bedroom maybe’ you smirked kissing him softly.

‘You’re in for a long night Mrs Evans’ he picked you up from your waist and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

‘Gladly’ you smashed your lips against his and he started kissing you passionately.

He was right, it was indeed a long night.

~~~

The next day you woke up sore but jittery. Despite Chris’ attempt to have a shower sex, you went downstairs after getting fresh.

Chris soon came downstairs with a poker face while you were making some coffee.

Soon everyone came down and helped you prepare breakfast.

Scott was done with his breakfast and was going upstairs, when he turned around.

‘Guys, next time try to be a little quiet’ he smirked.

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[astranva]

Clingy.

Word Count: 2.2k

Category: fluff, angst-ish

Warning: None

Summary: In which your baby, River, is clingy to you and Chris is upset.

Pairing: overprotective!dad!chris x mom!actress!reader

a/n: can be read independently.

Planet Evans Masterlist

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While being new parents came with sleepless nights, chores, and stress, it all also came with so much in return.

Parenthood with someone you love felt rewarding, even more so when you witnessed your baby’s first smile, heard the first giggle, first babble, and got to hold your baby as you all cuddled.

River was a low-maintenance baby; something that you and Chris were more thankful for than anything.

Sure, the sleepless nights were there, and there were moments when he would cry just because, but it was the new norm for your cozy farmhouse to be full of happy giggles and babbles from your 3-month-old.

But there seemed to be moments that caused River some distress—all were moments when he was in anyone’s arms but yours, and that included Chris, too.

Your farmhouse was decorated to the brim with Christmas decorations, bringing the festive spirit to life with stockings, gifts, and the giant Christmas tree you and Chris had chosen and decorated. While you wanted the house to be festive because you and your husband were hosting Christmas this year for your families, you also went big because it was River’s first Christmas.

The house smelled of herbs and seasoning, the air warm despite the December weather and thankfully, River was sleeping as you and Chris cooked. For better wording, as you cooked and Chris helped.

“Baby, you forgot to wash that one,” you said as you pointed to one potato, gathering the others in your hands as you moved to place them in the pot with water.

“Oh,” Chris was quick to get the unwashed potato to the sink, thoroughly washing it, “Here you go,” he said, placing the washed potato in the pot with the others.

“Can y-” You instantly stopped, the moment your son’s babbles sounded through the baby monitor that lied on the kitchen table, “He’s up.”

“I’ll grab him,” Chris said, pressing a kiss to your temple before leaving to head to your son’s nursery.

While you knew both families would be bringing some food with them in attempt to help you with dinner, everyone knew that cooking for people was a love language that you had and Chris liked to remind you that all the times he had to double his workout before a movie was all because of you.

“Look who’s up and changed!” Chris announced as he walked back into the kitchen, your pets, Dodger and Pam, following behind him.

Instantly, a grin was on your face as you washed your hands before turning to your family, your eyes falling on River in Chris’ arms.

The moment River’s eyes fell on you, he instantly started letting whimpers, a frown on his face as he moved his legs.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Chris cooed.

You were quick to approach him, putting a hand to your son’s back, “What’s wrong, bubba?”

It was the moment before River was about to cry that you took him in your arms.

And he relaxed.

“Oh!” Chris raised his eyebrow, “All that because you just wanted Mommy?” He teased.

“What can I say?” You joked, teasing your husband before kissing River on his head gently, swaying a little in your spot, “Mommy can’t keep holding you though, baby. I have to finish cooking.”

“You’ll have to settle for me, buddy,” Chris joked, his knuckle softly grazing River’s chubby cheek before grabbing him from you.

At that, River’s face slightly scrunched with a frown, tiny legs kicking lightly as he let out sounds of discomfort that were indications of him beginning to cry.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” You mumbled, “He might be hungry.”

“That’s weird, he usually isn’t when he’s up from his nap,” Chris said.

“Don’t judge him,” you joked, taking River from him again, “I’ll go see if he wants to eat,” you said as you walked away, “Check on the roast!”

It was when you sat down before pulling the side of your sweatshirt up that River only looked at you, tiny and chubby hands moving before his legs were kicked in excitement as he giggled.

You beamed, “What are you smiling at?” You cooed, “You excited to eat?”

But he didn’t latch and showed no interest in doing so.

“That what are you fussing for?” You let down your sweatshirt after a few attempts, not being able to help but laugh as your son continued to giggle, even when you stood up with him in your arms to go back to the kitchen.

“He’s not hungry,” you let Chris know as soon as you walked in.

“Then why is he cranky?” He asked, drying his hand on the yellow checkered towel.

“He’s not, look,” you said, only doing as little as looking at your baby and smiling, instantly making him giggle.

“I think he just wants you to hold him, babe,” Chris said, approaching you, “You just want Mommy’s attention, don’t you? Don’t you, Riv?”

“Yeah well, Mommy’s got dinner to finish,” you chuckled.

“It’s okay, I can finish. Just need you to direct me.”

Making dinner was spent with you sitting on the windowsill couch with River on your lap and your cat, Pam, beside you and Dodger by your feet as you directed Chris on what to do to finish dinner.

But it was when you needed to get ready that it all seemed challenging.

“Do you think these are signs of separation anxiety?” You asked your husband, who held a crying River in his arms while you stood in your underwear.

“You’re right there,” Chris said, “There’s no separation. And-Y/N, I’m his dad.”

You frowned, “You’re right, you’re right,” you mumbled, “Maybe it’s just a clingy type of day?”

Chris stayed quiet, only looking at River as he gently rocked him in his arms to calm him down but no avail.

It wasn’t any later before you blew on River’s face to get him to breathe as he cried and before Chris handed him to you.

It was almost magical how River’s cries were replaced by quiet whimpers as he calmed, tiny hand clutching a locket of your hair as he looked around as if he hadn’t been screaming bloody murder a few seconds ago.

“My ego as a dad is fucked right now,” Chris put a hand to his heart and although he was joking, you knew he was at least slightly upset about it.

“He’s just having a day,” you tried, “He’s exactly like you. Both of you can never get enough of me.”

Chris laughed, sensing that this was your attempt at brightening up the mood. He leaned toward you, his lips finding your shoulder to leave a soft kiss to your skin.

Putting on your clothes was a challenge, but you made it work. You carried River against your chest in a carrier as you did your makeup, his giggles and yours sounding through the room and making Chris have a hard time of not smiling as you played around with your son as you did your makeup.

At the sight of your husband in his cream-colored cable knit, you smiled as you approached him, River still strapped to your chest.

“You look handsome,” you said, one manicured hand reaching to graze his jaw.

Chris hummed, letting his hand grasp your hip before giving it a squeeze as he leaned to press his lips to yours, “You look gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, leaning to peck his lips, “Help me change Riv?”

In true Christmas spirit, River was changed into a red onesie with reindeer and a matching hat on his head and you and Chris had a photoshoot for the oblivious baby.

It wasn’t so much later that your families started arriving, the farmhouse soon enough being full of loud chatter, cooing, and laughter.

“He’s grown up so much, oh my goodness!” Lisa exclaimed, a hand to her heart as she looked at her grandson in your arms.

“It feels like yesterday when we were at the hospital,” your mom said.

You smiled, looking at your son, “Chris and I were just talking about that earlier. I wish we can keep him this small forever.”

River, being the happy baby, let out an excited giggle and a kick of his feet as he clutched your sweater.

“Oh, he gets it! He understands what you’re saying!” Shanna laughed along with everyone else.

You all laughed together before it was time for you to bring out the food.

“Can you hold him while I put the roast on the serving plate?” You asked Chris, already handing River over.

“He’s going to cry,” he mumbled, holding him before Chris frowned, “The waterworks are starting, Y/N.”

“What’s wrong?” Your mom asked, “Is he cranky?”

“He’s been clingy to Y/N today,” Chris said, “Cries bloody murder when I hold him.”

“He’s a little too young for separation anxiety,” she said, “He might be having a clingy type of day.”

Chris chuckled while rocking River in his arms, “That’s exactly what Y/N said.”

It was less than a minute before everyone was checking on the crying baby, Chris’ cheeks red at the fact that despite being in his dad’s arms, Chris wasn’t able to calm him down.

“Coming! I’m coming!” He heard you call out before you rushed over, taking River in your arms with a sigh.

“I’ll go set the table with Scott,” Chris mumbled, his steps quick as he left the living room.

You frowned, sighing again before softly hushing while swaying with River in your arms, his death grip back on your sweater.

“It’s alright, it happens,” your mom assured.

Lisa nodded, “Now we know he’s a Momma’s boy.”

“Yeah but,” you paused, “He’s everything to Chris. I know he’s upset by it.”

“It can be just a day,” Lisa said, “Let’s ease into it.”

But as the night went on, River was still adamant on not being in anyone’s arms but yours.

Some might think that that was supposed to be assuring to Chris, but he wasn’t River’s uncle or nephew or niece—he was his dad.

“I’m going outside for some air,” Chris said quietly to you.

“But it’s cold outside,” you looked at him, watching as he only squeezed your arm before standing and walking away.

“He’s upset upset,” Scott said.

“He has every right to,” you said quietly before looking at River who was sat on your lap, “Can you not be so stubborn?”

“Maybe Chris can play with him or something,” your younger sister suggested, “Hold his giraffe?”

You nodded, “I’ll tell him when he’s back.”

“I’d offer to take Riv so you can check on Chris but your baby’s being a sticking gum and will cry out,” Scott joked.

You chuckled, “I’ll wait for him,” you said, “I don’t want to see any full pudding plates,” you pointed, changing the topic.

It was only 10 minutes later when Chris came back and plopped beside you, giving you a side smile when you placed your hand on his leg and looked at him.

He leaned toward you, pressing his lips to your temple in an assuring kiss before tapping your thigh.

“Maddie suggested you play with him,” you told him quietly.

“Let’s just get the night over with.”

“No, you’re upset,” you stood your ground, “Get his giraffe,” you said, “Go on.”

Chris got up with a sigh and slumped shoulders, going away to fetch River’s plushie before he came back with the same defeated plop.

“Entertain him,” you smiled, turning River slightly on your lap so he got a better view of his dad.

“Hey, Rivvy.”

“Be more excited,” you instructed, laughing when Chris gave you a look, “Come on. You’re an actor. Put some respect to your name.”

Your families tried to not interrupt your moment, but everyone could only smile as they watched Chris put on a show with River.

“That’s a nice outfit, is that designer?” He asked in a different voice, moving the giraffe in his hand before he pressed it gently to River’s neck, making kissing noises that had your baby kicking his feet and giggling, arms wide.

“Is that your first Christmas? It’s mine, too!” Chris exclaimed, reaching one hand to softly wiggle his fingers on River’s round belly, the three of you laughing together. Chris handed the giraffe plushie to River, whose grip was instantly on the giraffe’s leg, holding on to it as he gazed at Chris.

Chris was nervous as you slowly and carefully handed River over, his hands instantly going to hold him against his lap before he slouched lower on the couch, letting River lie on his chest.

Sure enough, River remained calm.

You grinned, raising both arms up, “I’m free!” You joked, everyone laughing along.

Chris reached one hand to your back, rubbing it as everyone got into their own conversations. You looked at him, falling back on the couch beside him, slouched and smiling.

“Thank you,” he said quietly.

You only smiled before leaning forward, pressing your lips to his in a short kiss.

“It really was a clingy type of day, huh?” Chris asked his babbling son.

[drtyelvisfantasy]

Love in the Hamptons🤍🥂

Parings: Chris Evans x reader

Summary: You and Chris spend a romantic weekend in the Hamptons

Song for the fic: Old Money- Lana Del Rey

The warm summer breeze swept through the car as Chris drove down the winding road towards their house in the Hamptons. The scent of saltwater filled the air, and the anticipation of a relaxing weekend away together made your hearts flutter.

As the both of you arrived at the stunning beachfront property, Chris parked the car and turned to you with a grin. "Welcome to our little slice of paradise," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Hand in hand, you and Chris walked up the stone pathway, surrounded by vibrant flowers and manicured gardens. The sound of seagulls filled the air as the both of you reached the front door. Chris unlocked it, revealing a beautifully decorated beach-style interior that exuded warmth and comfort.

Your eyes widened in awe as you stepped inside. The spacious living room boasted large windows that overlooked the ocean, inviting the golden sunlight to fill the space. The scent of fresh ocean air mingled with the soft sound of waves crashing against the shore.

Chris wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling them close. "This place has always been my sanctuary," he confessed, his voice filled with affection. "And now, it's ours."

Over the next few days, you and Chris reveled in the beauty of the Hamptons. The both of spent lazy mornings strolling along the shoreline, the both of your bare feet sinking into the warm sand. The sun kissed your skin, and laughter filled the air as the both of you chased each other, playfully splashing water.

In the afternoons, you and Chris explored the quaint little town nearby, hand in hand as you both ventured into charming boutiques and indulged in ice cream cones. The both of you shared intimate conversations over candlelit dinners, savoring every moment of each other's company.

As the sun began to set, you and Chris would retreat to the porch, sinking into plush chairs as you both watched the sky transform into a canvas of vibrant colors. With your fingers intertwined with his, you and Chris would whisper sweet nothings and dreams for the future to each other, feeling the weight of Chris’s love grow stronger with each passing day.

On one particular evening, a gentle breeze rustled through the palm trees that lined the property. Chris pulled you into a slow dance on the porch, swaying to the rhythm of the waves crashing against the shore. The soft sound of “Moonlight Serenade” by Frank Sinatra playing in the background added a touch of magic to the moment.

The both of your hearts beat in sync as the both of you danced under the starlit sky, together your was love casting a warm glow around the both of you. In that moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only Chris and you in your own little universe.

As the night wore on, the both you wrapped yourselves in blankets and lay on the porch, your bodies pressed close together. Your fingertips traced constellations in the sky, sharing stories and dreams that the both of you had never spoken aloud before.

Eventually, exhaustion took hold, and you both retreated to the cozy bedroom, falling into a peaceful sleep wrapped in each other's arms. The Hamptons had witnessed your love story unfold, and it held those memories close, ready to welcome them back whenever you and Chris needed a sanctuary from the outside world.

In the embrace of your shared beachfront home, the both of you found solace, love, and a never-ending bond. The Hamptons became not just a place, but a symbol of your love, a reminder of the beauty you both had created together.

And as the both of you drifted off to sleep, your hearts and souls intertwined, you knew that the Hamptons would forever hold a special place in your hearts—a haven that would always welcome the both of you back, whispering tales of love and memories yet to be made.

[urcatslitterbox]

𝘼𝙙𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 ~ 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙀𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙨

Chris Evans x reader

A quick blurb for the absolute sweetheart that is Chris Evans.

Cw: none just super soft

The tv across from you played some random sitcom though you weren’t really paying attention. Instead, you laid listening to his steady heartbeat as your head rests on his bare chest. Tilting your head slightly, you take a moment to gaze at the man in front of you.

Eyes trailing up his neck to his face taking in the light scruff you love so much. His perfect pink lips, so soft and plump. Moving further up following the curve of his nose. The slight bump of it that he says he hates, but you assure him it only adds to his never ending beauty. Letting your gaze fall to the side slightly, you appreciate his eyes. Those ocean blue eyes. The ones you could comfortably get lost in forever. And his unfairly long lashes.

At this point Chris can feel your eyes on him. He looks down only to see you staring right back at him.

“What?” He speaks lowly, a playfulness to his tired voice. You smile slightly as you answer. “Nothing, Just think you’re beautiful.” You whisper. A smile begins to bloom on his serene face. “Beautiful?” He questions. You hum in response still staring with half lided eyes as sleep begins to creep up on you as well.

A hand reaches up to gently stroke your cheek. You lean into his soft touch loving the warmth it provides. He leans closer to you, so close you can feel his breath but you don’t touch. “Baby I’m not a mirror” he jokes before closing the small gap between you two. His kiss is soft and full of nothing but pure love.

When the two of you pull apart you can’t help the smile that over takes your face. “I love you” you say and give him another peck on the lips. “I love you more” he says, his eyes fighting to stay open. You snuggle back into his chest ready to finally surrender to sleep. “Not possible” you murmur as you close your eyes and let the darkness and Chris’ warmth consume you.

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A/n: This is honestly just me projecting how I love (bc I have no one to actually love..) but anyways hoped you liked it!

I’m really working on finishing the things I write in a faster amount of time as well as the format so I hope this is better. Also if anyone has any tips on how to actually finish writing something I’d really appreciate it LMAO.

[imyourbratzdoll]

Hi! I love your fics so much and wanted to send in a request if that would be okay with you!!💗 could you please do a lifeguard!Ari Levinson x Tiny!reader where she brings him lunch while he’s at work, she’s wearing a bikini… obvi. When she gets there she sees girls flirting and staring at Ari and she gets really jealous, size kink… smut? 😁

hey honey! thank you so much, I'm sorry this took so long, and I hope you like it.

summary - you go to surprise your boyfriend and get jealous over the women hanging around him.

warning - smut, angst, jealousy, daddy kink, creampie, breeding kink, swearing, public sex.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You wanted to surprise your partner. You decided to make his favourite food, wrapping it in cute packaging before putting it in an adorable picnic basket and wearing the sexy bikini that Ari had gifted you. You were happy as you skipped up, excited to see Ari, but you began to regret it as you got closer. Your man stood with tall, good-looking women around him, their hands touching his biceps, and they seemed to be flirting. Was this what he does when he’s here? Did you not mean anything? Were you too short? Many thoughts flew around in your mind, causing the green-eyed monster to appear. 

You can feel your inner brat begin to make its way to the surface. With a huff, you stomp your foot and angrily turn around, not feeling in the mood to have lunch with Ari anymore. You don’t notice Ari turning his head with a smile as he sees you, which slowly turns into a frown when he catches you walking away. He growls when he realises why. These stupid bimbos are always crowding him daily, and he’s learnt to zone them out, watching out for danger. They had known he was taken, but they didn’t care, and he wished he could drown them in the same ocean he was watching. 

Ari pushes the women as he stalks after you, nodding to the other lifeguard to take over for him. “Baby!” Ari huffs, breaking out into a jog as he chases after you. “Baby! Goddamit woman! Slow down!” He growls, wondering how a tiny ass woman can be so damn fast. Ari finally catches up to you, quickly getting ahead and stopping before you. He sighs when he notices the look on your face, knowing he’d have to make it up to you. “Baby girl. Where do you think you're going?” 

You roll your eyes, attempting to walk past him but feel annoyed as he stops you. “Ari, let me go. I’m not in the mood. Go back to your beach, bimbos.” You grumble, and a squeal escapes as you are suddenly lifted, your feet no longer touching the ground as Ari carries you to a secluded part of the beach. Your tiny fists hit his back, gasping as his large hand smacks your plump cheeks. 

Ari plonks you down onto the ground and stands over you. “Now, baby girl. You know I love you, and I’d never cheat on you, so why let your inner brat take over?” His hands rest on his hips before he kneels and crawls on top of you, gripping your cheeks softly. “Did my little baby come to give daddy some lunch, hmm? Did you come here wearing my favourite bikini and then get jealous thinking I’d rather have someone else?” A moan slips past your lips as he rubs his prominent bulge against your covered cunt. “Why don’t I make it up to you, baby.” You whine when he slides your bikini bottoms to the side and takes his throbbing member out. Ari lines the thick cock with your entrance before slowly pushing in, grunting with how tight you are around him. “Fuck, baby!” 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, feeling your walls spasm wildly around his cock as he continues to push in deeper and deeper, stretching you open from the inside. Your hands fly to his back, digging your nails into his flesh as your head flies back. “Daddy! Daddy! Oh fuck!” You whine and moan, wrapping your tiny legs around his giant body. Your screams echo as he begins to pound into you, fucking you hard and deep, marking you, claiming you. 

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good, baby. Why would I want someone else when I have you, huh?” Ari growls, holding your tiny body down as he destroys you, taking you apart underneath him. His cock splits you open, drilling into you until you wither underneath him, your back arches, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as your arousal squirts out of you and covers him. “Yeah, that’s right, baby. Squirt for daddy.” Ari’s hand slithers between you and plays with your swollen clit, prolonging your orgasm. His balls tighten, and his cock begins to twitch wildly before thick amounts of cum spurt out of him and deep into you, stuffing you full of him. “Gonna pump you full of me, let everyone know your mine, and I’m yours as your round with my child.” You whimper underneath him, cumming at his words. 

Ari leans down and places a soft kiss on your lips, holding you close to him as he strokes your cheek. “I love you so much, baby. You’re my little doll.”

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[coltrainbat]

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

Tik Tok Leggings

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” You looked at him quizzically.

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

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

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

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

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

“We aren’t going.” He said sternly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The leggings.” He growled.

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

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

Now it was your turn to be shocked.

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

“It’s far from embarrassing baby.”

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

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

You rolled your eyes “Fine.”

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

“Ok ok.” You pushed him back.

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

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

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

“Why? They’re brand new!”

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

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

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

[avenging-fandoms]

imagine giving professor!cevans head under his desk while he’s talking to another teacher

or

imagine professor/student teacher!drew and you not so subtly flirting with eachother and then one day he just asks you to stay behind to “talk about grades”

😵‍💫😵‍💫

You do not have my permission to repost my fics! These are MINE and mine only! :) You can reblog! Every reblog is appreciated!

*Adding another request: The reader and chris are having a affair she tells him it either her or his wife.

*Loosely based off of 'Teacher's Pet' by Melanie Martinez

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"Enjoy your weekend, folks. Don't forget your papers are due Tuesday!" Chris announced to the class and you took your time packing your things, standing up as the last student left the room. You smirk to yourself and Chris closed his door, heading to his office inside the classroom.

You followed behind, your mouth softly in a frown as the office was empty. You jumped as the door slammed behind you, Chris pressing you against the door as he roughly kissed you. You dropped your bag and held his face, Chris's hand touching your thigh and you hum.

"You're such a tease, you know that? You're wearing a skirt, with no shorts underneath it? Like I told you to?" He mumbled against your neck, pulling his hand up your thigh and brushing his pinky over your underwear, and you shivered. "I might have to fail you for that, my dear"

"You wouldn't dare. I thought fucking the professor got you straight As?" You smirk and he holds your hair with his fist, making you look at him and you hiss.

"Not when you tease them and disobey them after they give you very specific rules to follow" He growled in your ear, biting your earlobe. You hum and held his elbows, Chris taking you to his desk and sitting you on it, Chris sitting in his desk chair and licking his lips slowly as you spread your legs in front of him.

Chris leaned forward, hand holding under your knees as his warm tongue pressed against your underwear. You let out a breath and ran your fingers through his hair, your leg over his shoulder as he pulled your underwear off your hips and groaning as his mouth wrapped around your clit.

Chris's tongue pressed flat against your pussy, drinking every drop of you and pushing his tongue into you. Your body laid back against his desk, holding onto the edge of the desk and moaning. You knocked a few things off his desk, including the picture of Chris, his wife, their two kids and Dodger. You didn’t feel right about what you two were doing, but the way his tongue licked your clit you forgot all about the ring on his finger.

Chris slapped his hand over your mouth as he stood up, sliding two of his fingers into you and looking at you with dark eyes. “Shut your whore mouth before anyone hears us, understood?”

“Y-yes sir” You bit your lip and he pulled away from you, unzipping his pants. You smile as you watch him pull his cock, but it quickly drops as you both heard a knock on the door. You quickly scramble underneath his desk, Chris scooting far into the desk and cleaning up his desk.

“Come in” He says and pretends to grade. The door opened and a voice greets him. “Ah, Professor Anderson, what can I do for you?”

“Oh, I thought you had a student in here” You could practically hear how hard your stomach dropped. “A student told me they saw someone come in here with you”

“No, a student asked me about a grade and left shortly after. No one in here but me and my pen” He cracks a joke and you roll your eyes, looking at his hard cock and drooling. You smirk and lean forward, sliding your tongue along his cock.

“That’s actually why i’m here, I wanted to ask you..” The words trailed off in your mind as you worked your mouth around his cock. You laughed to yourself as Chris stumbled on his words as your mouth sucked his balls with your hand pumping his tip.

"If you need anything else, give me a call" Chris says and the woman chuckles and you roll your eyes. You pulled away from Chris and watched from a little hole in the desk her feet turn and the tips of her shoes hit the picture frame on the floor. She bent over to display her ass and you wanted to jump her.

"This was on the floor, beautiful family" She says and your eyes fell, closing your eyes and shaking her words as she walked out the door. Chris got up to lock the door and you stood up, putting yourself together again and gathering your things.

"I can't believe you did.. what are you doing? Hey, I'm talking to you!" Chris grabbed your shoulder and you pushed his hand off as you put your bag on your shoulder, Chris fixing himself.

"Don't, Chris" You huff and he knits his eyebrow.

"What happened? Was it Anderson? She's just desperate I don't want her, I want you" He holds your cheek and you look at him.

"Then leave her! You want to be with me forever, you take me to your beach house, take me on nice dinner dates, I've had it" You drop your bag, teeth gritting together. "You say I'm so special, then prove it. Tell her you're leaving her, and you be with me" Your eyes darted back and forth in his as he thought.

"It's not that easy, honey" Chris whispered and you pushed past him, and he grabs your wrist.

"Let go of me!" You shout and he puts his hands on his hips, leaning on his left side. "Me or her.. choose wisely" You slam the door behind you and Chris took the picture frame, throwing it at the wall and the glass shatters, as well as the frame.

He was fucked.

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Summary: Chris doesn't win the Oscar and you are there to comfort him.

Warnings: slight angst and comfort.

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“And the winner for the Best Actor goes to Chris… Hemsworth.” You know that you and Chris will have to keep appearances in front of the camera right now. Everyone seems to be focusing more on you and your husband than the winner. Squeezing his hand under the table, you try to plaster on a smile.

The rest of the ceremony seem to have passed in a blur as you could see slight tears welling in your husband’s eyes. His hopes and dreams were let down yet again. After the ceremony, came the food and Chris mindlessly pushed the food around in his plate. You know that he hasn’t eaten anything since morning due to server but you just kept quiet. Now was neither the place nor the time.  Although, Chris did not eat a single thing the whole event, he really did not hold back on the alcohol. 

“Chris, I think you should stop now.” You murmur in his ear after he tells the waiter to bring another whiskey sour. 

“Why, Y/N? It’s a celebration and we should all fucking celebrate.” The slight edge in his voice lets you know to not push the matter any further so you try a different approach. 

“Come on, let’s go home. The ceremony is about to end as it is.”

Bitterly agreeing with you, he stands up and buttons his coat. “Shouldn’t have come to this waste of an event anyway.”

After saying proper goodbyes to your friends and colleagues, you make your way to the car where Chris is aggressively scrolling through his phone. Thank god, you both had decided on a chauffeur prior to the oscars because you don’t think either of you could have driven.

Your breaths seem to be the only source of sound in the car so you try to diffuse the tension. “Babe-“

“Don’t, Y/N. I’m not in the mood.” He carelessly throws his iPhone on the middle seat, running his fingers through the neatly gelled hair. 

The anger seems to follow him all the way to the house but you don’t say anything. “I’ll be upstairs. Once you’ve calmed down, we can talk about this baby.”

“Y/N, I ju- this is su-“ He wasn’t able to complete the sentence before a slight sob came out of him. 

“Oh, darling. I’m here. Talk t’me.” Slightly maneuvering him towards the couch, you sit right next to him. Instead of sitting down, he places his head on your lap and curls into your stomach. You let him stay like that as you lightly ran your hands through his air.

“I know this shouldn’t be a big deal because other awards will come. But I can’t shake off the disappointment like other times. I work hard for all my movies and I really thought that I will get acknowledged for it. You haven’t seen twitter or instagram, all of my fans are so sad. I let them down and I don’t think I can do this anymore. (Y/N), I can’t do this anymore. I can’t, I can’t, I can-“

“Calm down, baby. Don’t get yourself worked up.”

Snuggling into you a little bit more, he curls himself into a little ball. Your heart breaks a little after seeing him like this, so uncertain and unhappy. You know that he has a lot of responsibilities on his shoulders, be it a good actor, a good son or a good husband. Of course, it gets overwhelming sometimes and you feel slightly helpless in these situations. You want to be there for him but you don’t want to invalidate his feelings. 

“Chris, listen to me. I know you’re feeling lonely and lost right now. But it is going to be alright. There are ups and downs in our lives and I’m sure there is something great for you around the corner. There are some failures along the way but it just makes our victory all the more sweeter.” He looks at you through his lashes and silently waits for you to continue. “You have to take it one day at a time and I know you will get everything you desire. Babe, you know your worth and so do I. Don’t doubt yourself for one second. I’m your person and I will always be here for you. Talk to me whenever you want. I love you.”

“I love you too. Thank you, babe. I just want to sleep and forget about today.” Kissing you on the forehead, he silently thanks God for you. 

“We can do that, babes. Let’s just lay down.” Laying down on the couch, you snuggle into him and wait for this day to be over. 

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[freedomfireflies]

Hey lovey,

How are you doing? First and foremost, I’m so happy to have stumbled upon your blog—I absolutely adore your writing. You have such a beautiful ability to convey a story even in such a few words.

I know I’ve already requested a little something before, but in the event you do find time, and interest in my request, would you write something else for Chris?

Your latest blurb with Harry and Chris reminded me of a fic I read a while back about reader being Chris’ younger girlfriend and him being quite jealous and uncomfortable of her closeness to Harry Styles, given his age.

If you are comfortable, I’d love to see your take on Chris and a younger reader, who’s in her twenties. I don’t really have a premise in mind, but I feel given his history with anxiety and desire to settle down he’d be second guessing his decision to be with someone younger and maybe even feel insecure.

Thanks, sweetheart. 🤍

You are so sweet, thank you so much for reading and requesting 😭💞

“Right, which is exactly what I told him…before I realized he wasn’t even listening.”

“Oh, he never is, no. Unless you’re talking about statistical reports or the number of shares involved, he won’t have a fucking clue what you’re talking about.”

“See, that would have been good advice before I wasted half an hour of my life trying to explain why Jack and Rose both being able to fit on the door was a moot point.”

Harry laughs as he crosses his arms and leans back against the wall. “Oh, well, now I’ve gotta hear this.”

Pleased to share, you clear you throat and sneak a glance at Chris. He’s heard this spiel a hundred times, and he smiles knowingly as he nods at you to continue. “Okay, well, obviously they both could have fit. Duh, that’s the first thing they try in the movie. But the second Jack climbs on top, it starts to sink, because it can’t support both their weight. Therefore, they both would have frozen to death, and Jack made the choice to die for her.”

Harry smirks, head shaking as he glances down at the floor. “Well…shit.”

“Exactly,” you agree. “I will die on this hill, it’s such a stupid argument. Because even if things had been different, Jack still would have chosen to die for her because that’s just who his character was. And, honestly? I think we can all agree that saving Leonardo Dicpario just…isn’t worth it anymore?”

He laughs again as Chris slips an arm around your hip and grins down at you.

“You…might have a point," Harry muses.

“Thank you,” you sigh, before you feel a familiar sort of tapping on your waist. You straighten up. “Anyway, thank you so much again for inviting us to your show. It was…so great to see you again, Har. Really. You’re doing so many amazing things. And I’m really proud of you.”

A lifetime of memories pass between you as Harry meets your eye and offers that understanding smile you’re so used to. 

“Anytime,” he says gently, throwing a grin to Chris as well. “Seriously, both of you are always welcome. Just let me know and I’ll make it happen.”

“We might just take you up on that,” you smirk before the tapping on your side increases. “Thank you again, and hey—good luck on your tour.”

“God, yeah, thanks,” he laughs as the rest of his team begins to fervently gesture him over. He winces. “I’m gonna need it.”

With that, he tosses you both a wave before the three of you part ways and disappear down different ends of the hall.

The drumming continues all the way down the corridor and even after you’ve rounded the corner.

It’s not until you find yourselves alone that you place your hand over Chris’s and give it a firm squeeze. “Okay, all right. What’s wrong?”

You slow to a stop, quickly turning to face him as you watch him sigh and look down at the floor. “Nothing. I’m fine, I’m just ready to go.”

But you know him. You know each nervous tic. You know he only taps your hip when he’s anxious. When he needs a reminder that you’re there.

“Chris…” you try again, fingers tangling in his shirt as you tug. “You promised.”

He looks at you, eyebrows weaving through the lace of guilt as he slips his hands around your wrists. “I know, but it’s nothing. Really—”

“Baby—”

“I…just…” He sighs yet again, one palm dragging down his beard. “Look, I know…I know he’s a part of your past. Okay, I know that. And I accept that, I just…I don’t know how to not…think about it.”

Your head tilts as you squeeze his shirt a bit harder between your hands. “Think about what?”

He goes quiet for a moment, eyes flicking between yours. “If you would have been…happier. With him.”

You lean back, almost as if struck by the very notion. “Why…baby, why would you say that?”

He runs his tongue over his bottom lip and shakes his head, seemingly embarrassed. “I know. I know, I just…you guys have a lot of shared history, you know? And I know he’s closer to your age, can maybe give you things that I can’t. So, seeing you guys together, it just…reminds me that I’m not…that I can’t be your past the way he can. That he’ll always be a part of what led you to me…and I just…I fucking hate that.”

With a wounded heart, your eyes soften. “And what is it you think he can give me that you can’t?”

“I don’t know. A husband that you don’t have to push around in a wheelchair,” he huffs, and there’s a hint of teasing, but you know he’s not kidding. “And he’s probably got a little more stamina than I do these days. Can go more places, do more things. Be who you need him to be. And being with him would probably open a lot of doors.”

“Okay, well, I can open my own doors, thank you,” you playfully retort, and you’re rewarded with a gentle smirk. “I’m gonna be honest, it sounds like you think about him a hell of a lot more than I do.”

He snorts and glances off down the hall. “Funny.”

“I mean it.” Your fingers tug once more on his nice dress shirt. “I knew what I was signing up for when I agreed to go on that first date with you. I knew people would talk about our age difference, and I knew there would be things we’d have to work out. I knew. And I still said yes.”

He looks back.

“You know why?” you whisper, now reaching up to press your palm to his cheek. “Because adult diapers or not…I love you. I always will. You’re Captain fucking America, for pete’s sake! And obviously it’s not about how you look. It’s about who you are…but you better believe Harry was eating his fucking heart out when he saw who he lost to.”

He laughs. In that familiar, boyishly charming way you’re so obsessed with. “Wow, thanks. No, that was good. That was good. I’m cured.”

Your response is to reach up and press your lips into his. Firm but loving. Filled with every promise you might never be able to verbally make.

But every promise you plan to keep.

For a moment, he stills, seemingly taken aback by the sudden rush of intimacy. But, after a moment, his hands find a home on your waist, as they always do, and he seems to unwind.

And once you’re sure he’s begun to release some of his anguish, you pull back to see him. Really see him.

“Baby…and I need you to really hear me when I say this…you are the best goddamn thing that’s ever happened to me," you whisper, overcome with emotion.

He smiles, exhaling a gentle laugh as if amused with your effort but you’re far from done.

Your grip becomes a little harder. “I’m serious, okay? Things with Harry…were fine. They were fine. And yeah, maybe he’s a small part of what brought me to you, but you…Chris, you? You…are fucking everything.”

The smile slowly slips off his face at the earnest fervor in your voice.

“Every day when I wake up and see you in bed—in our bed—it reminds me that you weren’t just the right decision. Okay, you are the only decision. You are the only thing that makes sense for me. The only person that I need to be with. Fuck the past. The only future I want looks like you. It is you. You are all of it.”

And you’ve never meant anything more, and you can only hope that he feels exactly how much he means to you.

His expression softens as he releases a deep breath and slips his palm around the back of your neck to keep you close.

“I know that doesn’t fix it,” you tell him gently. “I know that. You think I like running into Minka Kelly and remembering your past? Fuck no. But there is nothing—and I mean this—that Harry could have given me. Nothing. I don’t even—I mean, I can’t even imagine what a future with him would have looked like. I don’t want to imagine.”

Your touch moves to his chest once again, fingers tapping over his heart. 

“When I see him, I don’t think about anything else but you,” you continue. “Honestly. I mean look at you. Come on. Harry doesn’t stand a fucking chance next to you. Not with that receding hairline of his and the complete lack of communicational skills. Seriously, you were such an upgrade for me, it’s not even funny—”

He dips down and kisses you again. Harder this time. As if to say everything he doesn’t know how to say aloud.

“I love you,” he whispers, nose nudging against yours. “I really, really love you.”

“I know,” you whisper back, smiling rather giddily. “And I mean it, Christopher Robert Jamal Evans. You are the best goddamn thing that’s ever happened to me.”

He groans playfully at the use of his full name but kisses you again anyway.

And you let him. Because kissing him feels like coming home. It feels like finally finding your place in the world. 

It just feels…right.

“Take me home,” you murmur the moment his tongue swipes at your bottom lip. “Take me home and make me your future.”

And who is he to say no?

His arm quickly loops around your lower back to tug you into his chest before he leaves you with one final reminder of who he is to you.

And you don’t imagine you’ll ever forget.

“Promise,” he says, smirking victoriously as his hand travels to your ass to give it a quick squeeze.

And you laugh before leading him out of the arena, hand and hand, the anxious tapping now nowhere to be found. 

And you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

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