#chris evans blurb

[ash5monster01]

Addicted To You

Pairing: Chris Evans x FemReader

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, dirty talk, thigh riding, language, fluff, desperation, no use of y/n

Summary: Unable to keep dirty thoughts about your boyfriend at bay, when he provides an opportunity, you take it.

word count: 1.5k

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He had to know what he was doing, he just had to. There was no other explanation for the tight white T-shirt on his form and the way he leaned over you at dinner, his heavy cologne invading your senses and T-shirt tugging down to reveal his tattoos shaded in by heavy chest hair. Maybe it was just you, a desperate and aching need filling you at the idea of him. Already drunk off just his smell and the heavy way his accent lolled off his tongue. You were desperate for him, in literally anyway, imagining that same tongue that peeked out to lick his lips was somewhere on your body instead. 

It’s not long until the other dinner guests leave, you and Chris automatically in the habit of cleaning up after the fun night. You retrieve all the dishes and dump them in the sink, determined to have them all placed in the dishwasher while Chris collects empty beer bottles scattered around the home. You’re thankful for the distraction, arms wet to your elbows as you rinse each dish, mind no longer wandering on Chris’ broad body and all the things you want to with it. 

“Sorry,” Chris’ voice suddenly mutters, a hand falling to your hip as he presses his hard body against your back. His free hand reached above the both of you, opening the cupboard there to retrieve who knows what. The infiltration has you tightening your grip on the ledge of the sink, the curve of your ass fitting perfectly into the dip of his crotch. A perfect puzzle piece match and you can’t help the way your head droops and a sigh escapes your lips. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Chris either, realization dawned on him that you are putty in his hands. 

“You okay?” he asks, voice low and heavy in your ear. You gulp, trying to keep your voice steady and mind off of the fact you would do anything to desperately grind back into him right now. 

“Ye-yeah. I’m fine, just a little dizzy from the wine,” you say, eyes opening and offering a soft smile over your shoulder. He hasn’t moved away yet, fingers still wrapped around your waist, and he doesn’t realize he might just be the death of you. 

“Okay, you sure?” he asks, this time with less curiosity in his voice. It makes you question his reassurance until you feel him push tighter against you, hips lifting just a bit that you can now feel him under the curve of your ass. 

You don’t answer, unsure if any words could actually come out right now. Your knuckles turn white from how hard you grip the sink and Chris abandoned whatever it was he came to grab in favor of turning off the sink. His hand returns to hold the other side of your waist and it’s at this moment you realize how screwed you are. 

“I don’t think it’s the wine making you dizzy. I mean I’ve never seen you so desperate,” he mutters, hips rolling into you again while one of his hands trails to your stomach, pushing you tighter against him. This time you can’t help the whimper that escapes your lips, your ears turn red from embarrassment but Chris just grins. Slowly his hand dips under your shirt, a large palm gliding up your stomach and rising the fabric with it. When he reaches the cup of your bra, your body finally stops fighting him, your ass grounding into him while your head flings back to rest against his shoulder. 

“It’s your fault,” you accuse, more whines leaving you as he lays his hand across your breast and offers a soft squeeze. 

“Yeah baby, how’s that?” he asks, lips closing on your neck and leaving the faintest of kisses. Cleaning the house has now been abandoned in favor of each other, a desperate need coming from you both. 

“You’re just so big and you smell so good. Every two seconds you had your chest in my face and I’m just a girl,” it’s nonsense, pure nonsense leaving your lips because what words are there to even say as he feels this good pressed against you. 

“So all night, you were just sitting there and imagining me in the most filthy ways?” he asks, a hand brushing some hair away from your shoulder so he could have more access to your neck. He continues to taste the skin there, sucking softly and soothing it over with his tongue. 

“Not exactly, I was imagining all the different ways I could use your big body to please mine,” you answer honestly, in too deep to go back now and a little dizzy with the idea he might actually give you what you wanted. 

“Care to show me?” he asks and you nod eagerly, not a bit of shame in your eyes as he releases his hold on you and guides you to the living room couch. He stands before you, a mischievous grin on his lips as he presents himself to you. 

Without any words shared you grab the hem of his shirt, lifting and revealing more and more of his happy trail. He allows you to remove his shirt, enjoying the way you gape at his sturdy and hairy chest like it was some sort of dessert. When the fabric is thrown somewhere to the side, your small fingers take their time wading through chest hair and exploring the tattoos littered along his chest. He tries to hide the way he shivers as you glide them down and tangle in his happy trail before finding the buttons of his jeans. It's not often he relents control in the bedroom but how turned on you are for him when he had done nothing to you yet made him desperate to submit. He was curious to know what had been in your head all night. 

“Look at you,” you muse, smirking up at him as you grip his length through his strained briefs. He winces at the sensation before grinding into your palm. He’s so hard for you already but having him inside you wasn’t first on the list. “Sit down Chris.”

He is quick to obey, unsteady steps backward until he falls to the couch. He still looks so big against the cushions and you just smile as you slowly undress. Your panties are a mess and you can feel your arousal on your thighs as you look at the Greek God of a man in front of you. Once completely naked you stalk your way over to him, one leg hooking around his waist. He prepares for you to follow suit with the other but instead it wedges between his legs and your wet heat settles against his thigh. 

“Fuck baby,” he says heavily at the sensation. His hands grip your hips, to ground you or himself, he’s not sure. His length pushes against the top of your thigh and you laugh lightly at the very dirty predicament you're in. 

“Been imaging this all night,” you tell him before gliding your hips forward. You move easily due to how wet you are and even though his cock barely brushes along your leg, he’s the one moaning. Discovering it felt even better than imagined you find a rhythm and begin to grind down on him. It should be embarrassing, using him to get yourself off, but the way he looks at you mesmerized takes it all away. 

“Please cum like this?” he begs and you just whine, your clit scraping over his leg hair just right and he removes a hand from your hip to grope your breast. You moan again when he pinches your pebbled nipple and Chris is certain he might cum in his pants just from this.

It’s not long until you feel that coil tightening in your stomach, your slick dripping down his thigh, and you’re so close. Chris notices and brings his mouth to your breast, sucking your nipple softly into his mouth. The new sensation has the rhythm of your hips faltering but he uses his hands to steady you and when he switches to the other nipple, your body stutters to a stop. You convulse, slumping into him as you finish all over his thigh. Chris’ cock jumps, his precum leaking desperately through the fabric, and you look so fucked out already. 

“I think that was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced,” he mutters, nuzzling you close and you hiss when your sensitive clit nudges his thigh. He’s so hard it almost hurts. 

“Can I ride your abs next?” you ask and he lets out a hearty laugh, head tipping back in the process. You smile softly, eyes heavy with exhaustion and Chris looks at you lovingly. 

“Not yet, I need to be inside you first. Maybe tomorrow,” and you don’t complain as he uses his strength to lift you and lay you along the couch. You watch dreamily as he finally removes his boxers and frees his length. It’s so hard it nudges his pelvis, angry and red. Your pussy clenches just at the sight and he grins before sealing his lips against yours and pushing up inside of you. 

Finish cleaning the house be damned.

[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. 

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[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.

[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.

[cevans-is-classic]

VOTE 🗳

Chris is doing interviews for ASP.

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You're watching on your phone, curled up on the bed. You can't stop watching his mouth move, listening to the drop of his voice or hitch in laughter. 

Chris is gorgeous.

He lifts his chin with a laugh, and your eyes are drawn to his neck. To the line of his throat, his vein bulging and sweat shining. 

You think about kissing him, licking him, and

Peeking out from the collar of his shirt is a dark bruise. It's covered enough that you wouldn't notice it unless you're looking. 

How many people are looking? 

Sharp stings of pleasure prickle your skin.

A flush heats your body. 

You had your teeth on his neck the night before, holding on tight while he rammed into you. 

When your orgasm hit, you almost yelled out but caught yourself — on Chris's neck. 

Guilt tickles the back of your neck. He's doing his job and needs to look presentable for these things. 

Another thought makes you shake your head. 

"Why don't you come with me for these trips?" Chris asked you.

You weren't going to say no. Spending time with Chris is always welcome. 

Also, you'll get to see him all dressed up for big wig interviews. See his stern face on camera as he bites his fingers and listens intently. 

Chris was giving you something. 

Of course you took it. 

It's politics. The beliefs he has, how deeply he feels them, and how he works to help others become involved. 

He becomes a different person. 

He becomes someone you shouldn't be allowed to touch but somehow are. 

The stream ends. 

You set the phone down, breathing harshly, squeezing your thighs together. Your hand slips between them, feeling the heat dampen on your fingers.

The bathroom door clicks open, and Chris steps out, hair wet from his shower, towel tossed over his shoulder. 

"What'd ya think?" 

"I have a few questions." Chris steps towards you.

"Yeah?" He dips down to the bed, kneeling over you before dropping for a kiss. 

"Yes," He's strong, warm, steady when you wrap your legs around them, "How important is my vote." 

Chris smirks, then pulls you into a kiss. 

[sarahrogersevans]

request about Chris evans getting home where he could find his pregnant wife, reader sleeping on the couch peacefully. He carried her to their bedroom. when he puts her on the bed, he talks to their baby girl

A Dream Come True- Chris Evans Pregnant!xreader fan fic request

Summary: Chris gets home from filming and finds Y/N (his wife) sleeping on the couch and carries her to bed and talks to their baby daughter

Warnings: mentions of pregnancy, fluff, comfort fluff, adorable soft Chris, let me know if I miss anything

~Chris’s POV~

I just got home from filming one of my movie projects and I was really excited to sit with my amazing wife Y/N and talk to our daughter Deanna though I know she may not be able to hear my voice but Y/N told me the other day that she might be able to.

I just got in the door and put my bag down and took my hat and coat off and Dodger our dog came running to me and I knelt down by him to pet him and I said “hey buddy hey dodger how are ya bud?” I saw Y/N laying asleep on the couch and I smiled at her and softly kissed her forehead and picked her up carefully and brought her to bed and Y/N got comfy and went back to sleep and I laid down by her stomach to talk to our daughter. “Hey Deanna it’s me dad hope you’re doing alright sweetie mommy and I both love you so much and can’t wait to have you in our arms soon in two more months.” I whispered to her for a bit and told her how my job is going and how I set up her bedroom already and then I started feeling tired so I kissed Y/N’s stomach gently and told Deanna goodnight and I drifted off to sleep laying by Y/N and Dodger and our daughter and felt so excited to have our family together soon.

A bit later at midnight I heard Y/N get up and I saw her sit up and I said “oh hey darling what do you need? Can I help you or get you anything Y/N?” She smiled and kissed my forehead and said “hey sleepy head no I’m ok your daughter is hungry though I think so I’m gonna go eat something wanna come with me?” I nodded and got up to go to the kitchen with her and we sat down having a snack and I smiled at my wife feeding our unborn child and she noticed I was smiling at her and she said “Chris, why are you smiling like that babe?” I chuckled a bit with a smile and said “I’m just so happy and excited we’re gonna have a baby soon, I talked to her while you were sleeping .”

Y/N loved when I did that and I could tell by that smile on her face, Y/N rubbed her stomach softly and felt Deanna move a bit and she said “Chris, come feel her!” I got up immediately and put my hand on her belly softly and felt Deanna move and I felt my eyes tear up from feeling so happy and I kissed Y/N’s forehead and said “this is a dream come true baby I love you both so much and I always will.”

I think Dodger got jealous because he came running up to me and put his nose by my leg wanting attention and I smiled at him and I felt bad and I knelt by him snd said “Aw hey buddy I’m sorry pal you need love too don’t you?” I pet him and he seemed very happy and having Dodger and soon our baby girl I was so happy to have a family with my lovely and amazing wife Y/N, I adore her and love her so much I knew from day one that she was the one I wanted to be with the rest of my life. I was really nervous to be a father and Y/N noticed and she came over and kissed me softly and said “Chris you will be a wonderful father to our child I love you so much and I can’t wait to have Deanna with us soon.” I hugged her and whispered “I love you too baby and soon we will I promise baby.”

Hi lovely!! I hope this is close to what you wanted! 😊♥️ enjoy xx

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@jessybarnes

@lokiandbuckysdoll

@sunshine-on-my-mind

[bellsofthebooks]

Imagining him saying this things with his Boston accent has me QUAKING 🫠

gotta have you, all of you.

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summary | when you finally give chris permission to take you in any way he wants, you’re in for a new world of experiences, along with a new mandatory title for your lover.

pairing | boyfriend!chris evans x reader

warnings | smut :’-): goes from 0 to 100 real quick!! (unprotected oops) s!ex, dominant chris, kinda innocent reader? not really but kinda?, daddy kink *shrugs* what’s new, fingering, anal fingering, degradation/mocking, praise!, forced/multiple orgasms, squirTing, overstim (begging to stop!!/crying but in a still-consenting way?? maybe?? idek), fluffy ending <3 cute silly and very in love

word count | 2,123

requested by @disappointmentofthefam and @indefiniteimagines | [screenshots of requests lost]

an | hi friends thank you for these requests! i am doubling up on a few since my inbox is super full and some just fit well together, hope that’s alright with you! ik i already used the “how many orgasms” prompt with ransom but i honestly have no problems using it again with chris lol. hope you sweet friends enjoy!! <3

“Mornin’, beautiful,” Chris murmurs as he walks through the open door of your shared master bathroom, his hair ruffled slightly from just getting out of bed. Wearing nothing but his boxers and a white t-shirt, his soft, domestic appearance gives you butterflies in your stomach as you can feel yourself beginning to blush.

“Mornin’,” you whisper back, spitting out the minty green toothpaste from your mouth before rinsing off your brush. Grabbing his own, Chris comes up beside you, planting a kiss on your forehead as he reaches for the toothpaste.

“How’d you sleep?” he asks, his voice still a little gravely from his slumber.

“Good,” you mumble, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend’s study waist as he begins scrubbing at his teeth. Through his briefs, you can’t help but notice the large bulge of his morning wood protruding from beneath the blue fabric, and your mouth practically begins to water. As subtly as you can, you trail the fingers of one of your hands down, brushing carefully over his huge length. A low chuckle rumbles in his throat as he spits out his toothpaste and puts away his brush, his other hand coming down and grabbing at the back of your neck, forcing you to look up at him.

“You want something, baby?” he asks, a dangerous look in his eyes. Looking you up and down, his cock throbs against your hand, the sight of you in just your tank top and undies driving him wild. “God, you’re so beautiful. The things I wanna do to you…”

“Then do them,” you say simply, your eyes full of innocence as he chuckles again, looking down at you and shaking his head.

“Look at you, such a sweet little face,” he coos, his hand coming around to cup your cheek. Rubbing his thumb gently across your skin, he tightens his grip slightly on your jaw, causing your eyes to widen. “You’re not ready for the things I have in mind, sweetheart. Maybe someday, when you’re older.” You roll your eyes at his joke, a faint pout forming on your lips.

Chris has been sending you subtle messages since the beginning of time that he’d like to take things further in the bedroom, though he’s always held off out of fear of breaking you. The two of you’ve had sex, and it’s been wonderful, but deep down inside you’ve always known that he leaves wanting more. At first, the thought of this frightened you, but as time’s gone on, you’ve warmed up to the idea of letting him take more control. And for whatever reason, this morning just seems like the perfect time as the two of you stand in your pj’s, embracing on the cold bathroom floor.

“I want it now,” you say, your voice quiet but firm. Chris raises an eyebrow at you, not used to you asserting what you want, especially not when it comes to something like this.

“You sure about that, pretty girl?” he asks, his thumb trailing to the corner of your mouth as he looks at you with insatiable hunger in his eyes. “Because I want all of you. Every inch of you, every last bit of you, I want to devour it; I want it all to be mine.”

“Then take it,” you say. And before you can even blink, he does, snatching you up by your waist and slamming your back down against the cold marble countertop. A whimper rises in your throat at the sudden shift of power, and as you look up at Chris, you see something wild go off in his eyes, his pupils as wide as saucers as he rips your top from your trembling form, exposing your breasts to the cold air.

“God, so fucking beautiful,” Chris groans as he draws a hand over your bare chest, his fingers pinching at one of your swollen nipples harshly. A weak cry escapes your lips as he brings his other hand up, kneading your tender flesh roughly as warmth spreads throughout your tummy. “Gonna show you just how bad I’ve been wanting you, sweetheart,” he almost grunts as his clothed member comes up and presses between your legs, your panties already soaked with your arousal. “Can’t wait any longer, sweet girl. Gotta have you, all of you,” his voice flutters as one of his hands trails down your stomach, beginning to stroke over the slick fabric between your legs. “Look at you, makin’ such a mess.” You jump as he smacks down lightly over your pussy, not used to the rougher contact. “Such a squirmy little thing,” he coos, and as filthy as his words are, you’re loving every syllable. “Gonna be a fuckin’ mess by the time I’m through with you.”

Chris’s strong hands grab the sides of your lace panties, sliding them off your legs fluidly before grabbing at your thighs, prying them apart and positioning his broad form between them. Leaning down slightly, he licks his lips as his hungry gaze falls over your slick folds. “So wet for me, sweetheart,” he hums, his thumb dipping into your pool of excitement. Your hands come up to cover your face in shame, but as soon as the slippery pad of his finger slides up over your sensitive bundle of nerves, you jolt up, only to be met by his other hand pressing down on your belly firmly to prevent you from moving. “Uh-uh,” he tuts, “hold still.” At an agonizingly slow pace, he circles his thumb over your throbbing clit, causing you to let out a pathetic whimper. “Poor thing, so sensitive,” he mocks, the hand on your belly sliding down and positioning itself at your entrance. “How many times d’you think I can make you cum just from my hands, pretty girl? Hmm?” he inquires, startling you by ramming a finger into your aching sex without warning.

You cry out in pain and pleasure, your head falling back as Chris works his magic with his fingers. His thumb stroking your clit just right, working your slippery mess into the burning underside of the tip of the nub, the way he knows you like it best. His finger inside of you curls up to brush against your sweet spot, and before you know it, you’re on the edge of your first climax. “Chris, please-!” you pant, desperate for release.

“‘Please’ what?” he spits, wanting to make you work for it.

“Please, gonna- please!” you cry.

“You gonna cum for me, dollface? Gonna cum all over my fingers like a good little slut?”

“Yes! Please, yes!” you sob, tears building in your eyes as your stomach tightens from his demoralizing words.

“‘Yes’ what, sweetheart?” he tests.

Your voice catches as you realize what he wants, and you’re more than eager to give him all of it and more as you cry out, “Yes, Daddy!”

“Good,” he grunts, slamming into you harder than ever before. “Now cum for me.” A strained scream leaves your throat as you tighten around his finger, your whole body snapping violently as heat spreads across you like wildfire. “That’s it, there we go,” he praises, loving the sight of you completely falling apart underneath him. “Goood girl,” he soothes as your orgasm finally ceases, his thumb slowing to a stop over your exposed nub. “So good for me,” he sighs, pumping his drenched finger in a few times before stretching to add a second.

“N-no, wait,” you mumble, head still foggy from your overwhelming climax.

“Shhhh,” he shushes, the filthy sounds of his fingers pumping through your juices filling the room. “Let Daddy take care of you, sweetheart. Gonna make you feel so good. Gonna show you everything you’ve been missing.” Gradually, the pace of his thrusts picks up once more, his thumb eventually resuming its assault on your swollen clit. A second wave of pleasure bubbles up inside you before you know it, and Chris can’t keep from grinning as you squirt messily with a shameful cry, completely drenching his hands. “Fuck, look at that, babydoll,” he marvels, a few more spurts of your orgasm dripping onto him as he rubs your clit and g-spot lovingly. “Squirtin’ so hard for Daddy, fuck. Just like that.”

As you wind down from your excruciating high, Chris pulls his hands away from you, sucking your sweet arousal off his fingers like a starved man. Once he’s finished, he grabs the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and off over his hand, ripping his boxers off immediately after as if he can’t wait another moment to get inside of you and take what’s rightfully his. Sprawled out on your back, you mumble lightly, your words incoherent as you struggle to calm your body down. Pumping his length a few times in his hands, Chris lets his gaze fall back over you once more, the sight of you babbling off as you lie innocently in your own state of bliss making his heart pound heavily in his chest with want. Need.

“C’mere, pretty girl,” he coos as he gently helps you down from the counter, turning you and pressing your tummy down onto the surface that’s still warm from your presence. Leaning your head into your folded arms, you sigh blissfully, moaning softly in delight as Chris’s firm hands spread you apart, the tip of his cock dipping into your wetness. “You ready for me, babydoll?” he asks. You nod groggily, letting out a muffled sob as he forces himself into your aching heat. “Fuck. Takin’ me so well,” he praises as stretches you out, one of his hands coming up under you and finding your clit, the poor nub practically rubbed raw at this point. Hissing into your arm, tears sting at your eyes as Chris speeds up his thrusts, the overwhelming sense of him filling you up making you weak at the knees. “I want more, sweetheart. Want you to cum again, think you can do that for Daddy?” You nod, but it’s not enough to please him. “Use your words, little girl. You gonna cum for me?”

“Y-yes Daddy,” you whimper, blood rushing out from your core rapidly as your third orgasm rips through you like a knife. At the unfamiliar burning sensation settling through your entire pussy, you begin to cry pathetically as Chris continues to fuck you, his thrusts only increasing as he watches you sob.

“N-no more, no more,” you beg, not sure if you can take another minute of the harsh stimulation.

“Oh, I think we can get one more, sweetheart. Just one more,” he croons, spitting on his fingers and trailing them down to your puckered ass. You cry out in humiliation as he circles the rim of your virgin hole, murmuring, “Now be a good girl and take Daddy’s fingers, darlin’. Gonna fill up both your dirty little holes.” And before you can cry out or do anything to stop him, he rams two slick fingers up your tight opening, an indescribable fullness sinking into your bones as yet another orgasm is forced out of your quaking body. “Fuck. Just like that,” Chris grunts, his breathing becoming uneven as he reaches his own climax. “Gonna fill this tight little pussy up with cum, gonna make you mine. Fuck. Fuck, y/n. Fuck,” he curses, releasing his warm load into your aching core.

The next thing you know, Chris has pulled his cock and fingers out of you, your muffled cries filling the bathroom as he strokes down your hair, shushing you, “Shhh, y/n. It’s okay, baby. I’m here, I’m right here.” Helping you up from your slumped over position, he tries to help you stand, but soon realizes that you’re simply too exhausted to stand after such an intense experience. “Okay, bubba. Here. I gotcha,” he coos, gathering you in his arms and carrying you swiftly out of the bathroom, hurrying you over to your bed where he lays you down on your back, immediately dropping to his knees at your side. Your teary eyes rise up to meet his, your bottom lip wobbling in embarrassment as he looks you over, the genuine concern on his face melting your heart. “Are you okay, sweetheart? What’re all these tears for, are you hurt?”

“No, n-no, I’m fine,” you assure him, giggling softly through your tears as a look of relief settles on his face. “Just… tuckered out.”

“I bet,” he says, tucking your hair behind your ear as he looks at you lovingly. “You did so well, pretty girl. Were such a good girl for me.”

“’Daddy,’ huh?” you tease, causing his cheeks to turn bright red.

“Watch it, cheeky,” he jokes, poking gently at your belly. “Don’t want a punishment already, do you?”

[fallenbratfiction]

Possessive boyfriend Ransom Drysdale

✧Things He Does Because You're His ✧

A/N: I fell asleep and dreamed about Ransom, so I had to write this. I don't know where it came from, but the idea of soft! Dark, possessive ransom just won't leave me. Also, the idea of him calling you pup or puppy?? I don't know but it just fits so gooooooooooooood .

warnings: soft! dark romance themes (possessive/controlling behavior framed as romantic), slightly dark emotional tones (obsessive love, jealousy, controlling instincts), pet names ("pup," "puppy" "baby"), power imbalance (age gap implied, older boyfriend dynamic), soft dominance/submission elements, smut elements, breeding kink, oral sex both female and male receiving, cum play, cockwarming, dependent/protective relationship dynamics, mentions of rough intimacy (implied), mentions of arguing, crying, nightmares, jealousy, extremely affectionate language and behavior (clinginess, intense emotional attachment), comfort after emotional distress (nightmare, sickness, fighting), no actual violence, non-con, or explicit harm. If you think I'm missing any warnings, let me know.

This story is intended for mature audiences only. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Minors DNI. I am not responsible as for what you choose to consume.

do not copy, translate or claim any of my works as yours.

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➤ He calls you "pup" or "puppy"— always his soft nicknames, always reminding you you’re his.

Pup, when you’re being all stubborn and cute. Puppy, when you’re being extra needy, clingy, or bratty.

➤ Picks you up from classes or study sessions or work in his stupidly expensive car, smirking when people stare.

➤ Buys you jewelry — delicate little things you can wear every day — and gets irritated when you forget to wear them. ("What’s the point if people can’t see you’re taken, pup?")

➤ He also wears the jewelry you gift him, even if it's small and subtle, like a bracelet or a chain, just because it's yours. He touches it without thinking or rubs the pads of his fingers against it when he's missing you.

➤ He actually buys you a pet name necklace. A delicate, expensive chain that just says 'pup' in tiny letters. Ransom dares you take it off but you don't, ever.

➤ Rests his hand on the back of your neck when you’re in public — a warm, heavy weight that says she’s mine, stay away.

➤ Bites your shoulder during sex — nothing mean, just marking you. Just a possessive imprint like,

"Mine. You hear me, puppy?"

➤ Leaves little marks on you just to remind himself — nips at your thighs, leaves love bites just low enough no one else will see, except he knows they're there.

➤ He never lets you look away. He fucks you slow and deep, one hand wrapped around your throat or grasp your jaw, not tight, just enough to keep you looking at him.

"Eyes on me, pup. You're mine. You're gonna watch who you belong to."

➤ He loves to talk to you through it. Through the hard parts when he's just entering you just as much as when you're about to cum.

"There you go, puppy. So good for me. So fucking good. My sweet little thing." "You're taking me so well, puppy. Like you were made for me"

➤ He loves to taunt you and praise you both the same amount. When you whimper or get overwhelmed under or on top of him.

"What’s wrong, baby? You wanted it. You begged for it. Gonna cry for it now?"

"What’s that, pup? Can’t think anymore? You don't need to think. That’s my job now."

➤ He praises your desperation. When you're clinging onto him, scratching his back, your sobs and whines to the point you cry.

"That’s it, pup. Hold onto me. Only me."

➤ Threatens to spank you if you act too bratty — but ends up pulling you into his lap, kissing you instead, calling you his greedy little pup.

➤ He always finishes inside and stays inside of you. The feeling of filling you up. He buries his face as he's about to cum and holds you there. Hips still, moving slowly after he's done. The idea that you're full of him, watching as it oozes out of you before sliding again inside you, keeping it inside.

➤ Breeding kink. It's possessive, it's filthy, it's sweet. His mouth hot against your ear, voice low and wrecked as he fucks into you slow and deep. Feeling every thrust bumping the headboard against the wall.

"Gonna fuck a baby into you, pup. Fill you up so good no one'll ever doubt you're mine."

"Bet you'd look so fucking gorgeous with your belly all round and heavy. Full of me."

➤ This leads to cum play. He cleans you up with his fingers, bringing them up to your mouth for you to clean up, watching as you do it with determination, licking his fingers clean before he does it again or brings them to his mouth. He loves it when you taste yourself as well after he's done fingering you.

➤ Buys you clothes — not because he wants to control you, but because he wants you in things he picks out, things that only he gets to peel off you.

➤ On that note, he also buys you expensive lingerie, spending hundreds of dollars so he can later ruin them with his teeth or hands.

➤ He hates it when you leave the house wearing revealing clothes; he won't forbid it, but he will insist you take his jacket or a sweater of his. He will tug it over your head without asking or set his jacket around your shoulders like a cape.

➤ He wants you to smell of him when he's not around so anyone around you knows you're taken, that you're his. If it wasn't enough that you're wearing jewelry he gave you, he also lends you his sweaters so people know.

"You're not going out there without smelling like anything but me."

➤ He also enjoys your fragrance. The perfumes you buy, the way the fragrance lingers on your skin. Sometimes his clothes have enough of your fragrance to remind him of you. He nuzzles into your neck, breathing in, and that both excites him and gives him a sense of peace and calm.

➤ Ransom sneaks or steals little something when you're around. A hair tie, a clip, a ring, a necklace, something from your makeup bag. Anything to have a piece of you when you're away.

➤ He never cooks for anyone, not even himself. What's the point, anyway? That's what servants are for, and five-star restaurants. But for you? He's got his sleeves rolled up, grumbling and exhaling hard as he makes you anything you ask for. Because it's you.

Maybe he doesn't know what he's doing half of the time. If he's following the right order, using the right ingredients, or temperature. For Ransom, the idea of you eating something he's made with his own hands brings him joy and makes him feel proud.

You sit on the counter wearing one of his sweaters while you admire the gestures he makes and the way he works his way through the recipe. When you try to help, he gently swats your hand away. "Sit your ass down puppy, I know what I'm doing"

➤ If you're the one cooking, he will come up behind you, arms around your waist, or making their way under your shirt as he nestles his face on your neck, mouth hot on your skin, leaving kisses as he teases.

"Look at my puppy in my kitchen, turning this place into a home, hmm?"

➤ Sleeping. He watches you sleep as he catalogs every breath, scanning the way you breathe as he rests with his arms behind his head, the sheets just above his hips, while you lie on his chest. He stares with a light frown. Ransom runs his fingers up and down your back lazily as you doze on him.

"No one's taking you away from me, pup, ever." " You're safe with me, I'll always keep you safe."

➤ If you fall asleep somewhere random, like curled up on the couch with a book or on the desk with your cheek against the keyboard, Ransom will sigh and scoop you up. He grumbles all the way back to bed, but actually, he's chuckling the whole time.

➤ If you've got nightmares/ or can't sleep. You're tossing, whimpering, and breathing too fast. You don't wake up first, trapped in a deeply awful unconscious place. Ransom wakes up immediately.

"Hey, hey, pup. I'm here, you're safe." he gathers you. Strong arms sliding under you and dragging you into his chest with desperation as he murmurs softly into your hair. "You're safe, you hear me?"

You startle awake with a gasp, heart racing fast. He just pulls you closer, rocking you gently, one hand stroking your hair slow and soothing.

"You're alright now, puppy. I've got you. Nothing is hurting you while I'm here."

And if you can't sleep after that, too shaky or too wired. He just holds you. He presses soft kisses to your temple, your jaw, your shoulder. Your legs are tangled under the sheets while he murmurs softly.

"Love you so much, pup. Gonna keep you safe. Gonna keep you forever"

He holds you all night, especially if you cry. And he will hold you every night if he has to, and for as long as you need.

➤ Ransom talks to you when you're half asleep. He strokes your hair and says things you barely catch. He will talk about how proud he is of you, how grateful he is for having found you, you've given him something he never thought of, making him want things he's never wanted before. You're never going to leave his side; he'll make sure of it, but you're already dozing off when he gets to that part, only a blurry memory of those words.

➤ He's too good at memorizing your routines. It's not like he tries to remember; it's second nature. He knows where you'll be and at what time, how long it takes you to get ready, and the steps of your skincare routine or makeup routine. He knows at what time you usually take your coffee, and how you take it. He knows you're stressed when you tap your pen, or anxious when your leg bounces, or you bite the corner of your mouth.

➤ He messes with you when you're busy. If you're reading on the couch, he will lift you up and set you between his thighs and set his chin on your shoulder. He will breathe loudly, exaggeratedly, or read out loud, making fun until you're annoyed. He will lift your feet if you're lying across the couch and play with your toes, or run his finger through your foot, making you shiver and almost kick him. Anything so you pay attention to him.

➤ Other times, he will just be there, making company while you're working or studying late. If you're lying across the couch reading, he will lie on top of you, breathing in your scent and listening to your voice as you read out loud. He just needs to feel you're around, but he won't ever admit that. You're the clingy puppy, not him.

➤ He will say filthy things in a casual tone while doing domestic things with you. "Eat up, pup, you'll need energy for when I wreck you later," as he hands you a plate of pancakes. He will come up from behind, leaning in while you're doing dishes with a hand braced around you or resting over your ass, squeezing just a bit. "You keep bending like this, and I might have to bend you over for real, puppy."

He will hand you your coffee in the morning and kiss your cheek. "Drink up, gotta get you nice and awake before I drag you back to bed and make you cry for me," making you choke back as he grins.

He holds the door open while his other hand holds the grocery bag. "Be a good girl at the store, and I will let you ride me when we get back. If you're bad, I'll have to punish you first."

He watches you fold laundry and comes up from behind, trailing kisses on your neck. "Careful, pup. You look too domestic, and I might start thinking of filling this place with more of you." before walking away like nothing, while you're left short-circuiting.

➤ When you're upset, he turns so protective. The moment he senses something wrong, he's locked onto you. His whole body tenses, even if you try to hide it, he knows.

"Talk to me, pup."

He pushes your face into his chest or neck, guarding you from the world. He covers your body as if he were both a shield and an invisibility cloak, one hand cradling your head while the other rubs your back, petting down your spine.

➤ Sometimes grabs your jaw gently to make you look at him if you’re shy or upset, thumbing over your bottom lip,

“None of that, puppy. You tell me what’s wrong.”

➤ He won’t let you cry or make a scene if you’re out in public, he pulls you to a side or a bedroom if you’re at his grandfather’s house and say things like,

“You cry on me, or you yell at me at home, you’re not letting them see you like this. Chin up, pup." You nod, drying your cheeks or sniffling on the sleeve before taking a deep breath. “That’s it, good pup.” he kisses your temple before heading back out.

➤ If someone caused it? Work, boss, school, professors, anyone really. He's ready to get mean on your behalf and begins to think of ways to ruin them, who, and how he will blackmail them.

"No one makes you cry and walks away whole, I'll make them regret it on their knees, wishing they were never born in the first place."

➤ If he caused it? Shit, this man doesn't know how to apologize, he never had to. He isn't good at it. But for you? He chokes it out.

"I fucked up pup, I know. I'm sorry" ....", Look at me, please look at me"

➤ He fixes his fuck ups with actions, not just words. He will hold you while you tremble, spend hours petting your hair, letting you rant or cry on him, and next thing first, he's ordering thousands of bouquets, taking you to the fanciest restaurant, or a luxurious getaway."

➤ Or his favorite way, eating you out. He knows you won't be upset for long, once your legs are trembling and your voice shakes, filling the room with whines and moans, he knows whatever he did is in the past.

➤ He won't leave your side until you're smiling again. Ransom is obsessive about it. He can't breathe until he knows you're okay. It's not enough that you forgive him or let it go, he needs to see you happy, to know he's the reason for it.

➤ When he's upset, he broods in like an angry storm, the door cracking from the strength he used to slam it shut the second he gets home. He's got his arms crossed, eyes ice cold, nose flaring, and a silent, dangerous energy that fills the room.

➤ But he never, ever takes it out on you. Not once. Not even when he's shaking with rage, pacing around the room. The second you come near, he gentles instantly.

➤ He won't talk at first but the second you touch him, he cracks. Your hands find his chest, or the side of his face, cradling his jaw, and he leans into your touch like he's starving. He mutters low.

"Please just stay pup...I need you." "I'm not going anywhere, Ran."

He breathes relieved and kisses the palm of your hand that holds his face.

➤ He will be halfway through ranting about a discussion he had with his grandfather or his parents, or some asshole that had the nerve to try him but then notice your pouty face, that sad little look on your eyes and immediately shift.

"No, no. Don't you pout. I'm not mad at you, baby, never with you."

➤ Sometimes it brings up his possessiveness. He's pulling you into his lap, tugging you close, breathing in your scent, hands under your shirt just to feel your skin, feel your heartbeat with his palm on your chest. Proving himself you're real, he still has you. You ground him back to earth.

➤ Now, when you upset him...There's a tight, heavy silence. He doesn't yell, doesn't throw things. He just goes very, very quiet.

There's a cold, mocking tone. It's not cruel entirely, he would never actually want to hurt you but it's sharp enough to make you flinch, make you feel how badly you upset him.

"Go on then, pup. Bite the hand that feeds you. See how far you get."

➤ When you get really bratty, he will grip your wrist a little too hard and push you up against the wall, caging you against it with his body. He's breathing hard, staring you down.

"You want to test me, puppy? Think I'll let you walk away just like that?"

➤ He steps back, running a hand through his hair, pacing like a caged animal around the room. Patience is running thin.

"You don’t get to push me away, pup. You don’t get to decide when I’m done."

➤ He then turns possessive in bed; he won't stop until you're crying out his name, crying out that you're his. Ransom leaves marks on you the next morning from how tightly his grasp was on your body. His kisses are hard enough to bruise.

➤ But the second you're crying from the fight, he loses his mind. That completely breaks him. The anger drains away. He's on you in a second. It doesn't matter if you're the one who caused it in the first place. He's pulling you into his chest, his arms wrapped around you so tight you barely breathe through your sobs.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, pup. I'm sorry, I'm not mad. I can't lose you, fuck."

➤ "Maybe I should go," you say in the heat of an argument, or murmur softly, second-guessing to yourself if it's a good idea to stay. Ransom drops to his knees and wraps his arms around your waist as he shakes his head, his voice wrecked.

"No, no baby," he shakes his head. "You don't leave. You don't fucking leave me."

➤ You feel when you've upset him. You notice the heavy stillness in him, the way he looks at you with hurt, sharp blue eyes like you stabbed him. You hate that you hurt him, that you upset him, or caused any type of negative emotion. So you get small and soft.

You crawl into his lap uninvited, you frantically pepper him with kisses everywhere trying to make it better, make it up to him. You let him hold you tight, as tight as he wants, do whatever he pleases to take his anger away if needed be. You give yourself to him, remind him that you belong to him.

You please him however you can, even if he didn't ask for it. You get onto your knees and set your hands on his thighs while looking up at him with watery eyes. "Let me make it better, Ran, please."

You also won't stop until he's smiling again. You say whatever needs to be heard. You let him fuck the apology out of you.

➤ Once it has passed, Ransom pets your hair as you're curled up in his lap.

"Good girl, my sweet pup," he murmurs and sets his lips on your hair. "Knew you'd come back to me, you always do."

➤ When you're sick, he controls everything, ensuring you're going to get better. He controls what you eat, when you sleep, and how many fluids you have. He's hovering over you like a dark cloud.

He's freaking out internally, on the outside he's calm and collected. He's all smug, mocking, and rolling his eyes, but on the inside, he's panicking. He stays up all night checking your breathing. He won't leave your side. Whatever he's got to do, you're more important.

➤ He's angry at your body. Angry that he can't fix it, that you're hurting internally, and despite his best efforts, you still remain the same.

➤ He's mean to everybody. Snapping at delivery drivers, hospital staff (if the level of sickness required you'd be taken to the ER or hospitalized), or anyone, really. You're his sick girl.

➤ God forbid your boss or professors are asking you to show up sick or do homework or any kind of work in the slightest. "None of that, pup. You're going to rest until you feel better" "I don't give a shit, I will talk to them if they dare do anything like that" (lowering your grade score, something that compromises at work)

➤Jealousyyy, jealousyyyy. Ransom is civil on the surface, but on the inside, his blood is boiling hot. Sharp smile, cold politeness. The second you get home, he shuts the door behind you. He backs you up against it, hands on either side of your head, and lips barely tingling from how close they are to yours.

"You don't need anyone's attention, pup. You got mine. That's all you'll ever fucking need. Did I make myself clear?"

➤ Gets jealous but tries to play it off — fails miserably and ends up pinning you against the wall the second you're alone, whispering

"You’re not leavin’ me, pup. Ever."

➤ Talks about the future. He traps you under him with a lazy grin. He whispers against your skin, or looks into your eyes as he murmurs.

"Gonna put a ring on that finger and a baby in that belly, pup. You're not going anywhere."

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This went on for longer than I planned, but thoughts just kept on coming, and who am I to stop myself? I finished this at 4AM.

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🍓the strawberry shack masterlist🍓

summary - ransom realises there is one sexual experience he hasn't done yet and decides he'll get it over with before anyone finds out about it.

warning - smut, gloryhole, daddy kink, swearing, creampie.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

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Ransom slams the door as he exits his car, his face set in a permanent scowl, “Fucking family.” He huffs, wondering when they will finally get hit by some sort of disaster, wiping them off the face of the planet. Ransom stuffs his hands into the pockets of his expensive coat, walking toward the brightly lit building. Ransom was known to be adventurous, especially when it came to sex, he had done nearly everything, so to learn he’s never tried a gloryhole before was absurd, and he couldn’t have anyone finding out about it. 

He grunts as he opens the door, quickly pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe whatever germs that could’ve been on that handle. Ransom walks over to the counter, leaning against it and giving the woman behind it a smirk. “Hello, sweets. I want your best girl.” He pulls a wad of cash from his wallet and slams it down, winking as she points him to the room. Ransom saunters down the hall and enters the room. 

He looked around, being assured that these were the best in the business. Ransom walked around the room, checking out each woman, shaking his head when he didn’t see one he liked. He didn’t want his first experience to be horrible. He wanted the best. He paid for the best, so he should receive it. When his eyes landed on you, he knew you were perfect by how his cock twitched, swelling rapidly beneath his pants. 

Ransom walks closer to your hole, grunting at the sight of your glistening cunt, enjoying how you are already lying on your back, his favourite position. He loves to watch the bulge appear in women’s tummies as he fucks into them. His thick member splitting and stretching them open, and he groans as he imagines what you would look like. “You’re a pretty sight, sweetheart. Are you ready to be split open by Daddy? You’ll definitely be begging for more, cockdrunk, from being fucked by me.” 

You shake your head, smiling slightly at his words. You’ve dealt with many men, ranging from soft to sweet to cocky to downright rude. He was definitely in the cocky department, but you decided to give him a chance. You weren’t going to lie. His words made you drip. “Show me what you got, Sugar. I don’t think I quite believe you… I’ve had a lot of men promise me a good time.” You smirk, wanting to mess with him a bit to see if he’ll either get angry and storm off or follow through with his promise. 

“Oh, sweetheart… You should know that you don’t mess with Daddy, or he won’t let you cum.” Ransom growls, pressing his clothed bulge against your dripping cunt, not caring in the slightest if your juices stain his expensive slacks. His finger traces up your leg, tapping against your thigh. “You want to cum, don’t you?” You throb, face heating up as he speaks. His hand slaps your sopping cunt, causing you to squeak. “Speak slut.” 

“Yes, yes! I want to cum, please!” You couldn’t believe you were already begging, and he hadn’t even touched you yet. Ransom smirked, moving his hands to the front of his pants, unzipping them and pulling out his thick, throbbing member. He strokes it, twisting his wrist and swiping his thumb across his leaking tip. Ransom eyes your cunt, watching it slicken even more as you listen to him touch himself. 

He rubs his mushroom tip through your folds, collecting your arousal before pushing in. Ransom groans, wondering how the fuck you could be so tight when you work at a place like this. He grips your hips, bottoming out inside you. “Jesus, sweetheart.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he hits your cervix, stretching you wider than anyone else before. “After I’m done with you, you won’t want anyone else.” Ransom pulls you closer, setting a pace, thrusting hard and fast. He grunts when he sees the bulge forming, his thick tip pounding into you, hitting spots that have never been hit before. 

“I’m yours! I’m yours! Oh, god!” Your head flies back, arms flying upwards and clutching the pillow underneath you. Your body moves up and down the bed, legs falling open for the man to continue to use you. You felt so close already, the band inside of you begging to snap. Your legs wrap around him, bringing him closer, needing to feel every part of him. “Please let me cum!” 

Ransom moans, eyes slipping closed as his head tilts back, feeling your walls throb and pulsate around him. “Fuck, sweetheart. Are you sure you’ve been good enough?” He squeezes your hips, pounding harder into you, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot. His hand moves between you, locating your puffy clit, rubbing and pinching it. 

“Yes! I’ve been so good, please!” Your screams bounce off the walls, feeling yourself throb like crazy. Your cunt swallowing his cock deeper, back arching. “Please!”

“Cum, slut.” Ransom growls, thrusting faster, rubbing your clit. “Cum for Daddy.” 

“Daddy!” Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and your vision becomes white as the most intense orgasm washes over you, your juices squirting out and covering the mystery man’s expensive clothes. Once your orgasm has passed, you sag into the bed, letting out soft moans as he continues to destroy you.

“Fuck, you dirty slut! You’ve ruined my clothes.” Ransom growls, fucking into you roughly, feeling his balls tighten and his tip swell as his cock throbs. “I’m gonna paint your pretty walls with my cum.” You moan as thick spurts of cum shoot out of him, coating your walls and filling you to the brim. Ransom doesn’t dare rest his head on the wall before him, not wanting to catch a disease. He pulls his softened cock from your used hole, tucking it back into his slacks. “Your pretty little pussy looks so good stuffed with my cum.” 

Those are the last words you hear out of the stranger’s mouth as he turns and leaves. Ransom places his sunnies over his eyes, ignoring the woman ogling him at the counter and heading back outside to where his car is parked. He knows he’ll be back. You were worth his money, and maybe one day he will get you out of The Strawberry Shack and take you home, making you his own personal slut. 

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hihihihi congrats!!

you’re not helping. you’re being pretty. it's distracting with steve x reader

a/n: hii thank you so much! 🤗 i hope you're happy with what I came up with! (part of my 1k celebration)

⋆.˚ ★—🧺 laundry day 💙⋆.˚ ★—

If all Saturday nights of the rest of your life were going to be like this, you’d be a happy girl.

Steve and you had recently moved, in a quieter area with lots of parks and playgrounds and nice houses. Last week, you had been at the little grocery store around the corner for the first time and you had watched with awe as Steve had helped a little girl tie her shoes while her big brother had gaped at him.

It had melted your heart just a little more.

When you walked those streets hand in hand, you could see it all. The years that were yet to come, looking bright and happy.

You couldn’t wait to live them with him at your side.

Tonight, you were sitting cross-legged in the center of your big couch, Frank Sinatra playing distantly on the kitchen radio. The living room was lit by some nice candles and earlier after dinner, you had cut up some fruit that neither of you were touching for now.

There was a big basket of freshly done laundry in front of you and while you were carefully folding the dry clothes, Steve was assembling a new bookshelf for you.

There was a comfortable silence between you, only the rustling of fabric and the sound of him working away heard through the house for a while. You considered this a fair deal: Steve built a big shelf with his bare hands and sheer confidence in his abilities and you got to smell his clothes every now and then while you enjoyed the view.

You just had underestimated how distracting it’d be to watch your man shirtless and painfully sexy as he bit his lip in concentration while reading the instruction manual. His jeans hung low around his hips as he raked a hand through his blond hair, his impressive bicep flexing, and just like that, you messed up.

You cursed softly underneath your breath, clicking your tongue as you unfolded another shirt of his and started over. But you couldn’t keep it together for long; just a minute later, your eyes flickered upwards again, this time confronted with Steve’s lean and muscular back as he stretched to reached the top shelf he just installed.

Another wrinkle.

You groaned, this time feeling Steve’s eyes on you.

“Need a break, sweetheart?” Your fiancé chuckled softly at you, pausing his actions as he rested his hands on his hips. “Why does it look like you’re about to strangle my sweater?”

“Because I’m trying to concentrate and-“ You bit your lip, unable to tear your dreamy gaze away from his chest, his chiseled stupid-perfect abs that were provokingly gleaming with just the right amount of super soldier sweat. “You’re being you.”

To underline your statement, you gestured wildly into his general direction.

Now Steve was laughing, the sound warm and coming from his deep within his chest, warming your heart and cheeks as always.

He was infectious in every way.

You joined in, feeling drunk on your love for him. Sinking back against the fluffy pillows behind you, you pouted at him. “You’re not helping! You’re being pretty. It’s distracting.”

Steve cocked a flirty eyebrow at you, shaking his head. “Imagine how I feel when you water all your flowers wearing just my shirt, baby.”

“Not fair and not the same.”

“Yes, it is!”

“It’s laundry day.”

“Which is why I’m not wearing a shirt in the first place.” He reminded you and now the two of you were just grinning at each other like idiots. Steve’s smile softened as your hand brushed over the still warm fabric of his hoodie in your lap. “Maybe…I need to distract my best girl a little more, hm? To get rid of these thoughts running through your head.”

You felt your face burning at the implication, shuffling around on the cushions beneath his gaze. “My thoughts right now include you being a massive tease.”

“I’ve been called worse.” And just like that, Steve dropped his manual and swiftly came towards you, a surprised shriek leaving your lips as he sank down on top of you and simply attack-cuddled you.

You stood no chance against his big body, squealing as he buried his face in your neck and blew raspberries into the sensitive spot. Your hands drifted over his naked skin as your eyes fluttered closed, breath hitching as his lips began to kiss you there, the laundry basket long forgotten. Shelf left to stay incomplete for the night.

“Steve…” Your mouth fell open as his hand drifted beneath your shirt, his knee finding its home between your thighs. “I gotta finish the laundry…”

“I’ll do it later, sweetheart.” He broke away from your neck to smile down at you, his eyes so full of love and affection for you, you nearly melted into the couch beneath you. “Let me kiss you a little longer first.”

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Captain Handsome

a/n: A blurb inspired by this post that my friend sent to me 😁 I don't read a lot of the comics... But I'm so sorry I missed out on this GOLDEN moment 😆

...the post in question...

Enjoy!

Tony made the whole system. This genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist not only built a working suit of armor in a cave, he also the AI and security system the entire team relies on, for anything and everything.

And having made the system, means that he has full control over said systems. Meaning... Codenames and security passwords are his to make as completely impenetrable and ridiculous as he wants.

"TONY!!! I THOUGHT YOU WERE KIDDING..." Steve groaned, frustrated that he couldn't set the security measures of the tower, no matter how many times he tried.

"I'd rather die, or go back into the ice for another 70 years, than say, that..."

"Exactly why it's effective! No bad guy could ever make you say it. So, it's full proof." Tony grinned, spinning around in his chair, utterly amused.

After some careful consideration...

"Fine... This is Captain Handsome ordering you to Rock and Roll on that 45." Steve said through gritted teeth, resting his head against his arms, leaning against the wall in defeat.

FRIDAY's confirmation was a small comfort to Steve's situation. Made even worse by the sound of a certain Avengers Trainee, trying and failing to contain her laughter. It growing louder until they were full blown fits, that made her stomach hurt more than sparring with Nat, and spill the coffee she had prepared for after the Briefing, all over the floor in front of her.

"Worth it!" Tony yelled as the doors closed and Y/N collapsed on the nearby sofa, unable to control her laughter.

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Baby it’s cold outside❄️

Parings: Chris Evans x reader

Summary: You and Chris spend a relaxing evening in your shared Boston home during a snowstorm

Song for the fic: Baby It’s Cold Outside

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The snowflakes danced gracefully outside the window, leaving a soft white blanket on the streets of Boston. It was the perfect day for staying in, and Chris couldn't have been happier. With a cup of hot cocoa in hand, he padded into the bedroom, where you were already nestled under the covers, Dodger luxuriously sprawled between you.

"Hey, sleepyhead," Chris said, a smile playing on his lips as he crawled onto the bed. "I thought we could spend the day watching Christmas movies. What do you say?"

You peeked out from under the covers, your eyes lighting up at the suggestion. "That sounds absolutely perfect, Chris. I'm in."

Dodger, sensing the excitement in the air, wagged his tail and stretched, settling himself comfortably between the two of you. With a playful grin, Chris reached over to ruffle Dodger's ears before grabbing the remote.

"Alright, let the Christmas movie marathon begin!" he announced.

You snuggled closer to Chris as he scrolled through the endless options. After much deliberation, you both settled on starting with "White Christmas," a classic that never failed to warm your hearts.

As the movie played, Chris wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. You rested your head on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. The warmth of his embrace, combined with the movie's sweet love stories, made you feel like you were floating on a cloud of pure bliss.

As the credits rolled, Dodger let out a contented sigh, seemingly as captivated by the film as you both were. Chris pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his eyes sparkling with affection.

"I love days like this," Chris admitted, his voice filled with happiness. "Just being here with you and Dodger, enjoying the simple things."

"Me too," you replied, your voice full of adoration. "These moments, they're what make life so beautiful."

With that, Chris queued up the next movie, a comedy that had you both laughing so hard you had tears streaming down your face. Dodger, always attuned to your emotions, wagged his tail with delight, seemingly joining in on the laughter.

As the day wore on, you and Chris watched one movie after another, snuggling deeper into the cozy sanctuary of your bed. The snowfall outside continued, casting a magical glow over the city. Eventually, you found yourselves watching "Elf," a film that never failed to bring out your inner childlike wonder.

In between giggles and heartwarming scenes, Chris would sneak kisses to your temple, his love for you evident in every touch. Dodger, ever the loyal companion, nestled closer to you both, thoroughly enjoying the love and warmth that filled the room.

As the final credits rolled, you all shared a collective sigh of contentment. The snowstorm outside had transformed your day into a cherished memory, one that would forever be etched in your hearts.

"Thank you for today," you whispered, your voice filled with gratitude as you turned to Chris.

"Thank you for being here," he replied, his eyes shimmering with affection. "Every day with you is a gift."

With a shared smile, you leaned in, capturing Chris's lips in a gentle kiss. Dodger, always the loving third wheel, wagged his tail happily, making you both laugh.

As the snow continued to fall, you settled back into the warmth of each other's embrace, knowing that the love you shared would always melt away any winter chill. Together, you basked in the comfort of each other's company, cherishing the simple joy of being together on this magical, snowy day.

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"Hey," An arm wraps around your waist before Chris rests his chin on your shoulder.

You reach back to pat his cheek, "Yeah?"

He hums a moment snuggles in close to you with a sleepy smile, "Happy Birthday." The kiss is soft against your cheek and Chris is warm draped over your back.

"Happy birthday to me." You sing song moving side to side. Chris moves with you until you're both giggling. You made sure to sat the coffee down before turning around to face him.

Chris's hair was smashed on one side the messy strands almost in his eyes. His cheeks are still pink and his pajams are still warm.

"What does the boss want for their birthday?"

You shimmy a moment, "Coffee." Chris rolls his eyes.

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It's just a little bitty thing because I'm half asleep, but HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE! @everytimeyousaygoodbye I'm gonna see what I whip up for you on the coming week 🥰🥰

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Could you elaborate a bit more 🤔 I’m not sure I fully understand// are you accepting request for sibling relationships or sibling fluff? like i would request chris evans taking care of his sick baby sister who is five years old

No Fun Being Sick- Chris Evans little!xreader fan fic request

Summary: Chris takes care of his sick five year old little sister

Warnings: mentions of feeling sick, angsty, comfort fluff, soft Chris

(Chris’s POV)

I just got back home from filming a new movie project and I went around to say hello to everyone but I couldn’t find Y/N and I went in her bedroom to go see if she was sleeping and I saw her laying down and I smiled at her and I gently sat down on her bed next to her and I rubbed her back softly and whispered to her “hey sunshine hope you’re doing ok.” I pulled her blanket on her more and tucked her in and kissed her forehead and I was about to her up when I heard Y/N speak “Chris?.. I don’t feel good..” she said softly and I went to sit down again by her and I felt her forehead and it felt a bit warm and I nodded my head and said “Aw yea kiddo.. you feel a bit warm but don’t worry ok? I’ll go make you some soup and then how about we can either read a book together or we can watch tv whatever you want Y/N, how does that sound?” Y/N smiled and said “ok Chris, can we watch tv?” I smiled and nodded my head and said “yea you bet sunshine I’ll be back with your soup ok? Stay there and rest I’ll come back in a few minutes.” Y/N laid back down in bed and I went to the kitchen to make her some chicken noodle soup and and I put a few crackers in a bowl in case she wanted some.

A few minutes later after the soup was ready I headed back to check on Y/N and I put everything on the table nearby and I felt her forehead again and she was still a bit warm but she was doing a bit better. “Here Y/N I’m back would you like some soup hun?” She sat up carefully and nodded her head and I carefully picked it up and helped her sip of the broth she wouldn’t burn her mouth. “Can I have some crackers Chris?” She asked me and I smiled at her and grabbed the small bowl and handed her the crackers and she took a few and ate them and I could tell she was hungry which was a good sign. “How do you feel kiddo?” I asked her and I grabbed the iPad for us to watch a show. She shrugged and said “eh.. still feel a bit yucky but not bad..” I pulled her close to me for us to cuddle and I rubbed her head gently and said “this ok Y/N? You comfy?” She nodded her head and she clicked on the show she wanted and said “I’m cold..” I looked at her with a sympathetic sad smile and I put the blanket around her and kissed her head and said “that better hun?” She snuggled closer and yawned with a smile and said “yea, sleepy though again Chris.” I smiled at my sister and said “don’t worry that’s ok hun you can nap on me for a bit I don’t mind you need to rest to feel better try and close your eyes darling I’ll be right here I promise.”

She smiled and at me and said “wuv you Chris glad you’re back.” I chuckled softly and kissed her head once again and said “I love you too kiddo I’m glad I’m home now too I missed my favorite little sister, we’re gonna get you all better I promise kiddo.” I hated seeing Y/N not feeling good, I wanted to do everything I could to help her smile. This girl means a lot to me and I love coming home and to see her happy and full of energy. Y/N noticed I looked sad and said “what’s wrong Chris?.. why you sad?” I smiled at her and chuckled softly and said “oh, I’m not sad Y/N I just hate seeing you not feeling good, I know it’s no fun being sick pumpkin I’m sorry you don’t feel well..” Y/N hugged me and said “don’t worry Chris, I’ll be ok I don’t want you to be sad.”

I love this girl so much even when she isn’t doing well she always tries to make me smile, I hugged Y/N and said “I love you so much Y/N I’m so glad I’m back and get to see you I’m sorry I haven’t been here.” I stayed the whole day with Y/N and helped her rest and made sure she had everything she needed.

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