#chris evans x famous!reader

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The Make Believe Ms Evans

Summary: A PR marriage between Y/N and Chris Evans has skyrocketed their careers but their sex lives has never been this low. Up until now.

Warnings: unprotected sex, swearing

Series Master Post

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

“What are you reading?” Chris raises one eyebrow, moving his attention away from Dodger to me.

“Nothin” I blush, sitting up in a straighter position.

“Sure and that’s why you’ve been whimpering and pressing your legs for the last 5 minutes” He rolls his eyes and before I can stop him, he snatches the book right out of my hands.

“Give it back, you dick” I try to retrieve it from his hands but he is so much stronger than me so he keeps me away with just one arm.

“Let’s see” He scans the pages as a grin spreads over his lips. “Oh we haven’t done that”

“Give me that” I manage to get my book back, giving him a dirty look before settling back down on the couch. “You are such a kid sometimes”

“Why are so so ashamed?” Chris frowns. “It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked by now”

“I know” I blush as the mental picture of a naked Chris floods my mind. “It’s just… forget about it”

“Y/N” Chris’s frown deepens as he steps closer to me. “You have been eaten out, right?”

Why can the Earth just swallow me whole right now? Why must I go through this? I mean it’s not like it’s my fault, but still.

“Of course” I roll my eyes before placing the book over my face to block Chris stare. “Leave me alone”

I try to focus back on the story, the words of intimacy that lay before be sending warm waves through my body. I clench my thighs as the main character is being stimulated by her male counter part, her pussy being consumed by his mouth.

I jump a little in my spot when I feel a warm hand pushing up the hem of my dress. “What-?” I move my book away to look down where Chris lays in between my legs, his hands tugging at my underwear. I try to speak but the words get stuck at the back of my throat as my core gets exposed right on front of Chris’s face. “Chris” I try to grab his head to push him away but he shakes it off.

“Just relax” He looks up at me, his eyes turned a deep shade of stormy blue. “Read to me”

“What?” I pant as he connects his lips to my inner thigh. He points at my book with a little nod, darting his tongue out to taste the saltiness of my skin. “No, I want to-“

“Read to me or I’ll stop” He gives me a pointed look as he grabs both of my legs to drape them over his shoulders.

“Fine” I grunt before placing the book back in front of my face as Chris moves a couple of inches closer to my throbbing center. “I needed release” I start reading, feeling Chris’s breath fanning my pussy. “I needed Simon to let me reach it, but every time I got close, he’d pull away”

“I should do that with you” Chris grins against my skin before finally swiping his tongue between my folds. The new sensation pushes my legs together, smothering Chris closer to my pussy. “Keep reading, Y/N” Chris grunts against me before pulling my clit as he sucks on it.

“I can’t” I gasp as he spreads me open with his big hands. His tongue darts inside me forcing his chin to rub against me so his beard burns against my thighs. Chris looks up at me before removing his mouth from me.

“Be a fucking good girl and read” Chris bites into my thigh before reaching up to place the book back into my hands. “Or I won’t eat you, bunny”

The pet name makes me blush so I grab the book to hide my face. Smiling up, Chris moves back to his mission. This time he spreads my fold, my puss glistening and blushing under his gaze. A sudden embarrassment takes over me so I focus on the words in front of me. “His mouth is demanding and savoring my core” as I say this, Chris’s tongue tortures my clitoris, his fingers digging into my skin. I drop the book again so my hands can fly to his hair, digging in between his golden locks.

“The bo-“

“Shut up” I push his head against me, muffling his words. I can feel him grinning against me as he intensifies his swipes across my pussy, focusing on my clitoris every once in a while.

“Do you like this?” Chris’s raspy voice breaks through my moans. “God you make the best sounds”

“Chris” I moan his name as he starts fucking me with is tongue and his thumb massages my bud. “I’m so close”

“Yeah, cum over my tongue, bunny” Chris replaces his thumb with his lips and his index fingers starts fucking my pussy, thrusting hard into me. “I want to feel you clench around my finger”

I feel the pressure building, the need for release making me shudder against his touch. I pull on his hair, the waves of pleasure rising as he laps at my lips and when he adds a second finger, I’m a goner.

“Fuck fuck fuck” I pant, shaking under him as I my release rides away under his mouth. I’m trashing under him so Chris grabs my hips, pinning me down.

“God I want to be inside you” Chris holds himself up as he undoes his pants. His dick springs out, wanting to join the action.

“Please, Chris” I grab his white shirt, pulling him down to me. “Fuck me”

“Your wish is my command” He plants a quick kiss before plunging inside of me. “Damn, you feel so good around me. So tight and wet”

“You stretch me so good, Daddy” I moan out and suddenly Chris goes stiff over me. My hands fly to my mouth, realizing the words that just came out of me. “Shit sorry”

Chris eyes are almost black, his chest heaving and the vein on his neck pulsing. “Say it again”

Fuck. I grab his neck so our foreheads are touching. “Make me cum again, Daddy” I whine against his lips as his hand wraps around my neck, gripping just enough.

“You like that?” Chris starts entering me faster and harder, pressing down on my neck to gain stability. “Open up, baby girl”

His thumb tugs at my lips so I make an O shape with my mouth. Pulling me closer by the neck, Chris spits in my mouth. I lick my lips close and guide his face to the crook of my neck. “I’m so close, so close”

Chris bites into my collarbone as his hips roll faster before becoming sloppy and erratic. “I’m cummin, fuck” Chris moans hard as I feel him spilling inside of me.

His orgasm and moans send me over the edge once again. My nails ding into his back as the waves of pleasure consume my every senses.

Sex was always okay with my exes, my vibrator achieving more than they ever did. Until Chris. He fucks me up so good, I always end up wrecked, exhausted and destroyed.

Chris pulls out from inside of me but makes no intention of getting off me, his cum dripping along my thighs. “Move” I laugh as he rests his head over my boobs.

“Give me a minute, woman” He sasses me. “If I move, I might pass out”

“Ugh fine” I roll my eyes, throwing my arm over my face.

I can feel his chest rising and falling over mine, his shallow breaths colliding with my covered nipple. Too focused on his heaving chest, my eyes begin to drift off, my eyelids getting too heavy to keep them open. And the last thing I can remember is a sigh that passes through Chris’s lips.

***

My dry mouth slowly wakes me up, the urge for a glass of water strong in the back of my throat. My eyes flutter open and it takes me a couple of seconds to adjust to the darkness. I rub my eyes to remove the sleep that still holds on, the clock on the wall flashing 2:00 am. Fuck, last time I remember, it was 8:47 pm, right after Chris and I had dinner. Chris.

My head snaps to my chest as a golden mane rests peacefully over my chest. Chris is still deep into his sleep so I try not to wake him up but I need to get out of here. As a small woman, a very tall man laying over me is not really good for my blood flow. I can tell my legs are almost numb from being under him. I try to push him softly on his side so that I can roll away and leave him sleeping here.

“Mm” Chris purrs against my skin, his ocean eyes blinking open slowly.

“Sorry” I whisper, placing my hand over his shoulder blade. “I just need some water”

“Yeah sure” Chris straightens up and I can feel the stickiness he left behind over.

“Okay, and a shower as well” I laugh as I move towards the kitchen, Chris following close behind.

“And is there room for me?” He gives me puppy eyes as I fill my glass up with water.

“Hm that depends” I pretend to think as I bring the glass up to my lips. “Are you going to behave?”

Chris walks to stand behind me, his hands immediately reaching for my hips. He dips his head down to nuzzle my neck. “No, I won’t”

Chris pushes my hips back against his erection as his free hand takes purchase of my nipple. “You know what drives me crazy?”

“What?” I barely speak as his tongue savors the skin behind my ear.

“The way you look right after I’ve fucked you” His other hand hides under the hem of my shorts, softly massaging my entrance over my panties. “Your face right after your orgasm is so fucking hot, your mouth all swollen up and red and so so tempting”

“Chris” I gasp, gripping the edge of the kitchen counter as Chris’ index finger dips inside of me.

“Yes, how you moan my name also makes my pants explote” He adds a second finger in, forcing my head to fall back against his chest. “I also love it when you were sun dresses and you bend down and I get to look at your perfect ass”

With that, Chris slaps my butt cheek, sending shivers straight to my core. “You know how many times I touched myself with that imagine in my mind? How I pictured you riding me reverse cowgirl, your ass slamming against my skin?”

“I need you Chris” I manage to speak, my eyes closed as my hips follow the rhythm of his hand.

“Come here” Chris spins me around to pick me up. “Wrap your legs around me, bunny”

With me in his arms, Chris walks us to the shower in his bathroom. I take my time to ravage his neck with my mouth, earning moans and praises when I dig my teeth softly in his skin

“If you don’t stop, we are not gonna make it to the shower”

Chris puts me down so he can turn the water on and let if warm up to us. “Off with those clothes”

“So impatient” I grin, pulling down my shorts, revealing my damp red panties.

“You are so fucking hot” Chris admires me as I remove the rest of my clothes. “Really why didn’t we start this sooner?”

“Don’t know, but now we have all the time in the world” I pull him down by the neck to meet my lips. I grab the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head. His pants come off soon after and he guides me into the shower, the hot water steaming up the entire room.

“Come here” Chris hugs my waist and pulls me under the shower head, water splashing us.

“Last time I saw you here” I grin, gripping his arm muscles. “You were pleasuring yourself”

“Really?” He grins, blush straining his cheeks. “Do you want to know what I was thinking about?”

“What?” I bite my bottom lip.

“You in that pink night gown” Chris presses his hip against me, his tip tickling my belly. “And how much I wanted to take it off and fuck you so hard”

“Chris” I breath out, my pussy clenching at his words. “Show me”

***

“What the fuck?” A loud shrink wakes me up, making me jump on my spot. “WHAT THE FUCK?”

I look at the door when Polly and Claire have their mouths wide open and staring back at me.

“Can you two shut up?” I groan, letting by head fall back into the pillow.

“Please” Chris whines behind me and that’s when I realize what is happening.

I fell asleep on Chris’ bed. After sex. He is naked. I’m naked. Claire and Polly are here. Fuck.

“Like Hell” Claire replies to me. “Can you guys fucking explain?”

“Do you want me to explain to you how I fucked my wife?” Chris rolls his eyes as he pulls away from me, still holding on to the bed spread.

“I think I’m having a fucking seizure” Polly brings her hand up to her head. “I’m about to have an aneurysm”

“Stop being so dramatic” I roll my eyes, reaching for a towel thats on the floor near my side of the bed. “You guys should be delighted”

“With the two of you, we never know” Claire shakes her head before tossing Chris his pants from the floor. “Get ready. You’ll explain later. Your stylists are here to get you ready for the event”

Agh of course, the fundraiser for the Children’s Hospital.

“Fine, be down in five” I wave them off as I move pass them towards my room.

“No funny business” Polly points at the two of us.

“As if I last 5 minutes” I hear Chris reply and then a loud thud. Probably some shoe aimed towards Chris.

And the rest of the morning is spent with people running around doing my hair and makeup, Chris trying on different suits and Polly and Claire staring at us like we grew a second head.

I can tell they want to grill us with questions but every time they try to approach the subject, someone else walks into the room and they have to turn their attention to something else. It’s not until we are all seated at out assigned table at the event that Polly finally breaks the silence.

“So how long?” She asks us, her voice un almost a whisper to not gain any attention.

“The day after the premiere” Chris replies, bringing his whiskey up to his lips.

“Ok not that long then” Claire nods. “Should we be concern?”

“Because I’m having sex with my wife?” Chris asks and I almost choke on a piece of cheese. “No, I don’t think so”

“You guys hated each other less than two weeks ago” Claire places her hands on the table, leaning forward so that only us can hear. “If this goes wrong I can only imagine how hard it’s gonna be for us”

“Relax” I roll my eyes, leaning back into my chair. “We are adults, we know what we are doing”

“That does nothing to calm me” Polly shakes her head. “But if there’s one thing I know about you two is that you never make our jobs any easier”

“Can we please just drop it?” Chris sounds more irritated now. “We are married, as you have made emphasis on for the last four months, we are getting along. Leave it alone”

“Fine” Polly slumps back down on her chair. “I just don’t even have the energy for this”

“Great” Chris nods before turning to me. “I’m gonna go say hi to some friends, do you want to come?”

“No, it’s okay” I wave him off. “I actually wanna see the garden so I’ll go for a walk”

“I can join you if you want” Chris offers but I know he hasn’t seen his friends in a while.

“No, it’s okay” I smile at him. “I saw Ana de Armas a couple of minutes ago, I’ll ask her to keep me company” Ana and I became really good friends on set whenever I had to pay a visit to my beloved husband.

“Kay” Chris stands before placing a kiss on my cheek. “See ya in a bit”

I follow him until he disappears from my view and my eyes fall back to the two ladies in front of me. “Stop fucking staring”

“It’s just so fucking weird honestly” Polly shakes her head before bringing her glass of wine up to her lips. “I’m gonna need more of this honestly”

“Fine whatever, I’m gonna go for a walk” I grab my clutch and walk away from the table.

I look around the beautiful garden to decide what to do. I spot Ana deep in a conversation with someone so I decide better not to step into their conversation. I decide to check out the paintings that are being displayed for the fundraiser. Most of them are floral themed and filled with pastel colors and soft drawings.

“Do you like it?” A deep voice startles me as I’m gazing closely up at a painting. “Sorry didn’t mean to scare you”

“It’s okay” I wave him off before turning my attention back to the painting. “Yeah, it’s gorgeous”

“Good, cuz I painted it” He beams at me proudly. “Jaques, nice to meet you”

“Y/N, like wise” I extend my hand to shake it but he grabs it and brings it up to his lips. I pull it back quickly as I feel my cheeks go warm “You must be proud of your work”

“Very much so” He steps a bit closer to me. “And tell me Y/N, do you paint?”

“No no” I chuckle, grasping my glass of wine with both of my hands. “I always wanted to but never got around to doing something about it”

“What a shame” He gives me a side smile. “I’m pretty sure someone as beautiful as you would only creat art just as beautiful”

I feel myself physically cringing but I try not to be rude so I just smile.

“I could give you some lessons” He steps closer, his hand reaching for my elbow to pull me closer. “We could meet and I could show you everything you need”

Before I can open my mouth or step away from him, I feel a big hand wrap around my waist and pull me away hard until I’m pushed into someone’s chest. I look up to find Chris with his eyes set hard over Jaques. “Chris?” My voice comes out squeezed as he presses me against his side. Chris manages to peel his eyes away from Jaques to look down at me.

“Hi, Bunny” He winks down at me before leaning down to connect our lips in a kiss that anyone would consider inappropriate in public. He finally pulls away to look back to Jaques. “Am I interrupting anything?”

“No, I was just telling Y/N that I could give her some painting le-”

“Ms. Evans” Chris interrupts Jaques and I feel my cheeks burning but my pussy as well. Fuck who knew possessive Chris was such a turn on.

“What?” Jaques almost stumbles with his words.

“She is Ms. Evans to you” Chris makes emphasis on this by showing up his ring. “And about those painting classes, I don’t think they’ll be necessary. If she wants to we can get her another teacher. Now if you excuse us, my wife and I have somewhere to be”

Chris doesn’t even let Jaques form a reply before he is turning us away. “There was no need to be rude” I try to glare at Chris but his eyes look so stormed up that my words come out in breaths.

“There was no need for him to touch you” Chris guides me towards some stairs that lead to the foyer of the mansion where event is being held.

“Where are we going?” I frown when I notice Chris is moving us towards a hallway.

“To teach you some lessons, not painting ones” He pushes me into a room before locking the door behind us. “But a lesson nonetheless”

I moan as he pushes himself against me and his mouth takes over mine. “Chris, someone could hear us”

“Better, then”

***

“Look, our first sex scandal” I grin as I show Chris the pictures someone manage to snap of us going inside the manor and then walking back out with my hair a little undone and Chris’ shirt poorly button up.

“Claire and Polly must be thrilled” He grins as I flop down next to him on his bed.

“I think they actually were” I laugh as I show them the text that they sent me. “Everyone is talking about us and all those rumors of divorce seem to be a thing of the past”

“Good” Chris smiles down at me before looking down through my night gown at the hickey he left right over my left boob. “Sorry about that”

“It’s nothing” I wave him off. “I’m just wearing turtle necks until next week I guess”

“Uh, it’s a shame no one is going to see my work of art” He grins, pulling me by the waist so that I’m pressing up against him.

“Oh no mister” I laugh, pressing my hands against his chest to push back away from him but his grip is tighter. “I’m all sore, you need to let me rest”

“Fine” He rolls his eyes but he doesn’t let ho of me.

His blue eyes stare down into mine and suddenly I feel my throat dry up. His eyes flicker between mine and my lips before he leans in to touch my forehead with his.

“Chris” I breath out, my heart going a haywire as he nuzzles my nose with his. “I should probably go to my room”

“Y/N” Chris covers my neck softly with his hand to connect our lips for a brief kiss. “Stay”

“I have my room” I reach for his hand with mine but don’t pull away. “We have separate rooms for a reason”

“I don’t think I remember that reason anymore” He grins against my lips before moving his lips down to my neck. I expect him to tease me there but he just stays there and pulls me hard against his chest. “Stay”

“Okay”

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Hi i know it’s been forever but I kinda got stuck. I have proofread it so sorry for the mistakes

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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.

[readers101]

Chris Evans and Y/N L/N welcome their second child

Captain America actor Chris Evans and model Y/N L/N have had their second child. And like their first, it turned out to be a little boy.

Almost exactly two years ago, Y/N L/N (29), and Chris Evans (41), became parents to their son Xavier Evans. Now they have had their second child and according to some close sources, another boy has arrived.

Rumors that the supermodel was pregnant again started on July this year when the couple were out for a walk and Y/N appeared to have a pregnant belly and it turned out to be true. Some time after the first pictures she appeared on the cover of Vogue.

Chris Evans and Y/N L/N met in 2017, It was after Y/N was told from Mutual friends that she would click with him that she finally gave the actor a chance. They met at a bar in New York, close to where Y/N was living with her friends at the time. Turns out their mutual acquaintances were right and they clicked right away. In the spring of 2019, the couple got married in a private ceremony with just close friends and family members.

In the interview with Vogue, Y/N opened up about life as a mother to her son. With the model saying that she believes motherhood has made her a more empathetic and emotional person.

At the time of writing, the pair have not shared the name of their son yet. the couple has made it very clear that they won’t be sharing any pictures or information of both their children. Although we're dying for baby pictures, we can understand why they’ve made that decision and respect their wishes.

[haleyboook]

The Marriage Pact

When Sloan and Chris become reunited and get more than a few drinks in their systems they remember something from their past, and it includes a marriage pact they made a decade ago. But the two decide to follow through with the agreement and get married!

warnings: mentions of sex, drinking, and swearing

word count: 2,750

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“When I say birthday you say bitch!” My best friend Corrine shouts to the crowd of men at the bar

“Birthday”

“Bitch!”

“Birthday!”

“Bitch!!”

I shake my head at her as she remains standing on the bar stool across the way from me

I stare at the weird colored cocktail in my hands that she insisted I have

It’s extremely strong and very disgusting

“When Corrine texted me last week with an invite to celebrate your birthday I was honestly surprised.”

I look behind me quickly, seeing a very old friend that I haven’t spoken to in years

Chris smiles and hugs me tightly as I stare at him confused

“She invited you?”

“She invited a lot of people, clearly. How many of these people do you actually know Sloan?”

I look towards the groups of people and say “Probably about a fifth of them I’m acquainted with.”

His eyes widen as he laughs saying “Typical Corrine.”

“She sends out mass text messages, for all her parties. That’s where you come in, you must’ve accidentally been grouped in.”

He looks to me suspect saying “What you wouldn’t invite me by choice?”

I sigh saying “I don’t know, it’s been awhile.”

“Yeah it has, from what I’ve heard you’ve basically stopped acting?”

Shaking my head I say “Who told you that?”

He waves his phone saying “The internet. Your last show is going to be that sitcom? Really?”

“I need a break from acting. The roles I get are undeveloped and unenjoyable. I’m tired of playing the female arm candy in an action movie.”

“You’re done with Tom Cruises movies?”

I roll my eyes saying “Unless I get my own spin off, yeah.”

“That’s a shame. You’re so good at what you do, you need a better agent.”

Narrowing my eyes to him I say “It’s been at least 2 years since we’ve talked and this is what you want to talk about? What are you filming? Still at Marvel’s beck and call?”

He grumbles saying “funny. When you get a multi million dollar main character role you can have an opinion on my role but yeah I am still doing the marvel thing.”

“I can tell, you’re only in this good of shape when you’re filming marvel.”

“Thanks?”

I sigh and say “I also want a break to start a family or something. I’m ready to settle down.”

“Ah I see..”

“You want something to drink?” I ask

He nods saying “Yeah sure. What are you…having? Jesus what is that?” He motions towards the glittery glow in the dark drink in my hand

“It’s called a Sloan. Don’t ask me how Corrine thought of it, it’s nearly toxic waste.”

Chris looks over in the direction of our somewhat mutual friend getting men to shout in unison with her “I see she still has men wrapped around her finger.”

“She wouldn’t be Corrine if she couldn’t get men to wrap around her finger.”

“What’s she been up to in acting terms?”

I finish my drink and say “She’s in a new movie with Margot Robbie and Will smith.”

“Interesting pairing, I’ve gotta admit.”

I walk with him to the bar and the bartender says “What can I get you both?”

“Two more Sloan’s and also something drinkable.”

He smiles to us and Chris says “I’m not drinking that glittery toxic waste.”

“It’s my birthday are you forgetting that?”

“I hate when people leverage that. I already got you a gift. It’s in that disgustingly tall pile of gifts.”

“You owe me. It’s been 2 years since we’ve talked, you owe me.”

Grumbling he takes a sip as I carry the other drinks in my hands

He makes a face saying “It’s gross.”

I smile saying “good. Finish it.”

Shaking his head he says “this would kill my street cred y’know.”

“I’m sorry, what street cred?”

He scoffs as he finishes the drink and sets the glass down. He grabs the beer from my hand and says “I’m a beer guy, you know that.”

“And I’m a tequila gal, doesn’t mean Corrine cares.”

He nods and says “no family here today?”

I narrow my eyes to him saying “Surprised you didn’t read about that in the news.”

“What? What happened?”

Sighing I say “it is my birthday you know, and I really would like not discussing my family.”

“Fine, deal. No bringing up ex’s then.”

I smile saying “good. I was hoping you’d say that.”

“Does that mean you broke up with Garret??” He asks dumbfounded

Groaning I say “Don’t make me bring up Minka and Jessica.”

He groans loudly and says “I need more beer.”

He walks away and I follow as I laugh at his avoidance of the topic. I nudge him saying “Still want to ask about Garret?”

He narrows his eyes to me in annoyance as he pushes cash towards the bartender annoyed

“I’ll just ask him myself.”

I make a face and say “And Minka happens to go to the same spin class as me.” I smile to him

He huffs in annoyance and says “They wanted more and I wanted more time.”

I shake my head and say “Sounds about right.”

“Is that why you and Garret broke up?”

I scoff saying “No. Far from it. I wasn’t pushing him for more, he fell for his costar. She’s 10 years younger than me and she worships the ground he walks on. He told me about her and we were done. I threw his things off my balcony.”

His eyes widen and he says “Jesus.”

I shrug and say “There, you’re caught up on my romantic life.”

He laughs as I sigh, he says “I’m sorry. I was just curious. You guys were serious, at least I thought so.”

“We were, then I got swamped with work and he sought out comfort elsewhere. Fucking asshole..”

Chris and I laugh as I motion to the bartender for more tequila shots

“I have work tomorrow.”

“This should do nothing to you. Come on lightweight.”

The drunkenness quickly came over us as we just kept drinking together, the surroundings around us melted away as we caught up

“How’s your mom?” I ask as I squint at the beer in my hand

“She’s doing great. How’s yours?”

“Not going there right now.” I hum as I reach for my beer

“I think I’m drunk.” He says aimlessly as he stares at the ceiling that’s dimly lighting up the bar

“It feels great. It’s been too long.”

He smiles widely as my head hits his shoulder as I laugh and smile to him

His head rests on mine and he says “Another round please.” He motions towards the bartender

I spin the shot in my hand saying “This is the real Sloan! a shot and a beer to wash it down with… you know me so well.”

I smile to him as I turn my attention to him, he smiles saying “I’ve missed you so much.”

“Right back at you Evans. I’ve missed having friends that actually know me.”

We click our glasses together and say “Cheers to our reunion.”

He nods saying “Cheers to you, happy birthday Sloan Sloan.”

I smile and say “Ah I was wondering when that nickname was going to come up.”

I shoot back the shot and he follows after me a few seconds later

“Remember that stupid list we made?”

“When I was 22, i hadn’t met Garret yet and you were with Jessica. We wrote so many stupid things on that page.”

“Can’t remember what the paper even had on it.”

“We both wrote things we didn’t want each other to know for 10 years remember?”

I laugh and say “I remember.”

“God I wish we still had that paper.”

We both laugh as we sigh in defeat. I spin the liquid in the beer bottle as it dawns on me and I repeat “Under the three willow trees in our favorite park.. where the dog shit can’t be smelled from..”

He looks to me surprised and says “We buried it!”

I nod and he stands up quickly as I tumble out of my barstool from his sudden movement.

He steadies me as he holds my shoulders tightly

“We have to go.”

“What..?? This is my party!”

He nods saying “We have to go get it.”

I smile and say “Well okay I guess. But you owe me a cake I am going to miss my cake.”

“Deal.”

An Uber was called, we stumbled into the back seat as the woman says “You two alright back there?”

“Jimminy crickets we’re amazing! Oooo all this is for us? Okay… I see you.”

I grab the free candy and water she has set up for Uber guests

She pulls up to the park saying “You two going to be alright?”

Stumbling and basically rolling out of the car we laugh and i give her a thumbs up

“We’ll be perfect, thank you!” He thanks the driver as we approach the very dark park at this late of an hour

“I just love scary parks at this hour.”

“It’s not that late. It’s only like 1:30am or something like that.” He reassures me

As soon as we got to the trees I fell to my knees and struggled to dig at the grass. He laughed as he stumbled as he laughed so hard he fell over

I shush him and he laughs louder screaming “Who’s going to hear us out here!”

I crawl towards the play structure and steal some kids plastic pale and shovel

I dig at the grass and he grabs it from me saying “No, no let me.”

I sit back and watch as he digs with the weak shovel as it bends from his strength

He hits the box and I quickly push the shovel away as I impatiently pull the box that’s slightly damaged out

The dirt has eaten at it and the plastic bag hasn’t lasted very well

I guess it has been a decade

I pull the papers and read the list in my hands confused

I don’t remember this being in there

He pulls the bottom papers and reads them as I look through this written agreement that we signed

“Get this, I wrote that in ten years I hope I’ll be a more respectable actor and work on a award winning movie.”

He flips the page as he reads “In ten years I want to be married with a baby and a successful career. But all I really want is to be happy, whether that means giving up acting or not.”

His frown deepens as he looks to me as I read the list

1. Don’t let work get in the way of our friendship

Well clearly we didn’t follow up on that one

2. Help each other anytime it’s needed, career wise or otherwise.

He can’t help with things he doesn’t know about.

3. Always be each others backups, in any date scenario

That one was a stupid add, he only added that one because he knew he needed a date to his sisters wedding the next week. But I obliged.

4. In ten years, or less if we haven’t settled down and gotten married we’ll get married to each other

What the fuck ?!

I stare at the list of shit we wrote and I feel the stinging of a headache hit me as I go back to the first page

He pulls the other page from me as I go mute on him and he stares at me in confusion as I don’t respond to his questions

He reads through them with a smile and it only falters when he gets to number 4 and he looks to me as I stare at the agreement

He smiles and says “Ten years, huh?”

“Take this written agreement as a verbal and written contract that we are obligated and honored to marry the other if both see fit in their very single lives. Rules that may exempt the agreement would be a. A relationship b. A baby and a relationship c. A sexually transmitted disease d. a change in sexual orientation.”

Chris chuckles at the last two rules and I roll my eyes as I say “If not met with that criteria we are morally obligated to relieve each other of the embarrassment of being married too late in life.”

I scoff in annoyance saying “who wrote this shit oh my god.”

Chris smiles saying “I think it’s hilarious.”

“I think it’s- it’s… I don’t know!”

“I think we should listen to our twenty-something selves and follow up on this.”

I stare at him in shock and he nods saying “We promised, we’ve gotta follow up on this pact, we fell through with every other agreement, not this one too, come on.”

“We just started talking again,”

He nods saying “I haven’t had fun like this in years.. I feel like me when I’m with you. I haven’t felt like me in too long. Let’s go get our shotgun wedding, c’mon.”

I slowly warm up to the idea and my smile slowly widens as I begin to nod in agreement

He smiles back at me as his arms snake around me and lift me off the ground. Spinning around as we laugh loudly leads to us tumbling over again

“You call the Uber, I’ll look up a place to get married.”

I feel my fingers move but my mind not catching up as I proceed with our plans of marriage.

It seems completely rational to us and he shows me the 24/7 chapel only a city over and I smile widely as I nod saying “deal.”

He presses his hands to the sides of my face as his thumb brushes down my nose and he taps the top of my nose saying “deal.”

The Uber drive consisted of me sitting close to Chris with his arm wrapped around me as my hands held tightly to his other arm

Pulling up to the chapel the Uber driver didn’t say much but there expression wasn’t indescribable

But it irked me.

I straighten up my dress and lick my hands as I press them to Chris’ stray aways

He groans as he attempts to squirm away from me as I insist on fixing his hair

I nod as I smile saying “perfect.. you look perfect.”

“Thank you, you look beautiful.”

We enter the establishment and the lady behind the podium welcomes us and gets us on the fast track to getting married

“We have a selection of rings to pick from if you haven’t purchased one yet, we offer a character wedding, Elvis, and a few other options. There’s a tropical wedding, a traditional-”

I cut her off saying “traditional.”

Chris smiles saying “no Elvis?”

I push his shoulder as I shake my head. We are brought to the ring area and he immediately picks the ring that sticks out to him

It’s what stuck out to me, it was surprisingly beautiful for the other options they had

I shook the fake ministers hand as we met him 2 minutes before we were to be married

“I need you both to sign this document.”

I squinted my eyes as I read the words on the document and it was a basic marriage document and I flipped the page and signed my name across the bottom quickly

Chris scribbled his name quickly, not taking a second glance and says “if the misses says it’s safe to sign I believe her.”

The minister walks us down the isle as the director of the weddings clips a waist length veil onto my hair

I nod to her in appreciation and the ceremony proceeds as the alcohol was still very influential in the ceremony even happening

The pictures were taken as the minister asks “This is both of your opportunities to say something about the other.”

Chris nods and squeezes my hand saying “You’re my best friend, Sloan Sloan. I felt incomplete without you in my life and having you back in my life means everything. I can’t wait to navigate this new adventure with you as my wife.”

My cheeks redden as I blush and my heart flutters and does back flips.

He tilts his head to me as he admires my smile and he pulls my hand to his lips as he kisses them delicately

I swallow thickly as I say “There’s no one else I could possibly do this with, it’s only you that could put me at ease like this. You are my best friend and I can’t wait to be married to you. I love you, Chris.”

He smiles and the officiant smiles as they say “do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.” I nod as my brain is still foggy

“and do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.”

Chris smiles widely as the man says “I pronounce you husband and wife.”

Before the man can continue Chris kisses me, and once we got started kissing we didn’t stop

His arms wrapped around me as he dipped me into the kiss and the officiant shakes his head muttering “Jesus..”

The wedding director smiles widely and pats our shoulders saying “A few more pictures.”

We take our pictures and are handed glasses of champagne and a bottle as we are directed to the restaurant next door

Chris says “Hello wife.”

I smile as I look to him saying “Hello husband.”

We both laugh as we stumble towards the Italian restaurant next door

“What would you say to skipping the dinner and going home?” I chime

He looks to me and says “Sounds like a square deal.”

The second we got into the Uber his lips were pressed to my neck as the driver visibly cringed

The car ride was fast as the man clearly wanted us out of his car.

Chris lifted me as he stumbled in step up to my house. I laughed as I hung off his shoulder and he patted the back of my legs as he sang everlasting love by natalie cole

“This will be… an everlasting love..!! Ooo..yes it will be!”

He is hilarious and I haven’t laughed this hard in too long

He jingled the key into the door and shifted me in his arms as soon as the door was open.

He carried me through the door frame bridal style and says “Now it’s official!”

The door is kicked shut behind us as he walks like a blind mouse through the pitch black house

We laugh loudly as we bump into every object in my house as our lips are glued together

His teeth pull on my bottom lip as I mumble “Past the guest room. And laundry… keep going.”

We hit the wall again and he releases my lip as my lips press to his cheek

“You’ve almost got it.”

And victoriously he finds my bed and we fall into it slowly as he lands on me carefully, keeping his lips attached to the exposed skin on my neck

“We should’ve done this years ago.”

I hmm in response as I can’t talk through the blissful tingling I feel throughout my body

“Y-yeah.” I say as his lips trail down the exposed skin around my dress as his hands reach behind my back, searching for the zipper

The zipper breaks through his impatience and I grumble as I grow uncomfortable with the heat between my legs

“Just rip the dress- Chris..”

He didn’t have to be asked twice, the dress was ripped from the fabric at the zipper and he pulled it off me roughly as I mumbled into his skin as he hovered over me “oh finally…”

He pauses for a minute as his eyes retreat down to my exposed chest, my back arching at his hands moving down to my waist, the exposed skin quickly showcasing new goosebumps

“didn’t need a bra with that dress- did-did you?”

His fleeting eyes look to mine as I produce a furrowed look, my expression asking him what he’s waiting for

He slides his hands up to my face and says “Are you okay? You alright?”

I nod quickly and say “I’m perfect. I’m happy.”

“That’s all I want for you, lo.”

I nod as I heave a breath saying “Are you okay?”

“More than okay. I’ve wanted this for a long, long time. Is this- is me doing this, is it okay?”

I nod in agreement quickly saying “Not if you wait any longer, you’re killing me…”

I squirm while I’m under him, in near desperation as his grin runs wide and his eyebrows pop

“Oh… I see..”

He laughs as I hmm in response, patience is not my strong suit

“I got you, as your husband, I’ve got you all taken care of.”

And he does, he easily does. My eyes flutter in relief and the rush of adrenaline hits me as my hips rise up in response to him

“good job, honey.”

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AAAAAAAAHHHH new story alert!!! eeeeeekkkk!!!! I’m so excited for this one! It’s already a bit steamy haha. I feel motivated to write this story so that’s exciting!!

I’m happy to introduce you guys/people to Sloan! She’s great and I hope you all end up liking her! she is different from Jules in the best ways, at least I think so??

I hope you like the story!!

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[coltrainbat]

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

My Angel 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Always your angel, baby” You kissed him.

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

“Y/N you walk in 2… go line up! Now!”

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

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

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

And there he was. Front row. Centre stage.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[wndawtch]

𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬 ⊹˙ xmas collab here

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the pair had a massive line up of endless christmas movies to watch…

from elf, grinch, & the holiday, along with many more

you both took a break from acting, it was getting too overwhelming for the couple

it’s was saturday movie night in the evans household…

christmas tree lit, christmas music playing, baking christmas goods & collecting the movies your guys are hopefully going to watch…

the pair were in their matching christmas pjs for fun

moments passed…

you and chris were both snug as a bug, watching the elf.

both sipping on hot cocoa, lots of head rubs and giggles n’ kisses.

chris kept gazing at you, wanting this moment to last forever!

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𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐰𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐭𝐜𝐡 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🤍 ⋅ || @buckybarnesandmarvel

[cevansbrat0007]

@whore-for-chris-evans - So glad you enjoyed! And thanks for reading and reblogging!

Off Limits

Summary: You decide that it’s finally time to end your friends with benefits arrangement with Chris. Unfortunately, he doesn’t take the news as well as you’d hoped. Read the Sequel

Chris Evans x Famous Black!Reader

*Warnings: Jealous Chris Evans, Smut, Toxic Chris Evans, Friends with Benefits, Possessive Behavior, Cursing, Oral (f receiving), Manhandling, Unprotected Sex (implied), Minors DNI

A/N: ’d love your feedback, so please let me know what you think. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

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4:00am

This was the last fucking time.

You cautiously crack open the door and peek around the corner. Technically, it was too early for anyone to be awake just yet, but it was better to be safe than sorry. After confirming that the coast is clear you stealthily make your way back to your own hotel room. 

You press the keycard against the sensor before darting inside. The door swings shut behind you, and then you make the mistake of looking down at your feet, frowning at the sight of your bare toes. 

Goddamnit, you’d forgotten to grab your fucking shoes! 

Pissed at yourself, you fling your body onto the bed and proceed to stare at the ceiling until the sun comes up. 

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[infictionalwonderland]

I NEED PART TWO OF THE MARVEL CAST FLIRTING WITH Y/N L/N!

. . . MARVEL CAST FLIRTING WITH Y/N Y/L/N FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT! (part2)

You cackled to yourself after sending the message into your groupchat, quickly returning to the video and beginning to play it again, occasional bursts of giggles slipping through your lips.

Resuming your place in the video—the first clip that began playing was actually from not that long ago at all. It was You, Kat Dennings, Elizabeth Olsen and Zendaya at Taylor Swifts Eras Tour (an experience you would genuinely never forget). Taylor was playing Lover and, in the clip, Kat had your face in one hand and the other wrapped around your waist, bringing you close to her body.

“Lover, can I go where you go—“ Kat sang with Taylor, singing all the lyrics to you and grinning at you, faces inches away from each other. “—Can we always be this close.” She punctuated this lyric with giving you an eskimo kiss.

You smiled sincerely at the memory.

The next clip began up, it was you and Chris Evans doing Playground Insults with BBC Radio 1: the two of you were sat opposite each other, knees touching, Chris was grinning goofily at you, giddy laughs escaping him as you tried to remain straight faced.

“—we’re here with Chris Evans and Y/N Y/L/N.” The presenters introduced.

“And we’re about to play Playground Insults . . Now Chris and Y/N are sat opposite each other,” the camera cut to you and Chris, him smiling largely and you looking away to contain your own, “the atmosphere is very tense.”

“We’ve done this quite a few times now but im thinking.. this is the biggest movie of the year, let’s make this the biggest playground insults we’ve ever done.”

“Yep.” Chris nodded, trying not to laugh.

“Chris, hun. . you’re ugly. Like, plain ugly.” You nodded seriously, immediately setting off as you feigned a pained wince to the words. “Everyone’s been talking about it. . just, you’re so atrocious to look at. Honestly, I almost feel arse over tits in horror when I saw you.”

Chris opened his mouth to say something but then faltered and pouted, “no matter how good of an actor I am, I could never even get those words out my mouth about you and make them sound genuine. Seriously.”

The third clip started—it was Chris Hemsworth on a carpet, a bold colourful question at the bottom said ‘WHO HAS THE MOST FANS?’. Chris immediately said, “Y/n.” In that deep Australian accent of his. “Not that I blame the people from choosing her to be the people’s queen, she is truly one of a kind. You’ll only ever meet one Y/n in your lifetime, cherish it. The fans have the right idea.”

It changed to Scarlett with the same colourful question at screen and at the same carpet event: “Oh, Yeah. Y/n, one hundred percent.” She chuckled huskily. “That woman has fans upon fans and seriously, I’m one of them. She is something else.” She grinned, winking at the camera.

After Scarlett, Paul Rudd came onto your screen in the very same clip. “Oh! The legend herself, Y/N Y/L/N.” Paul answered brightly, smiling. “The amount of fans she has is unbelievable—well, it’s definitely believable for someone like her, so, not really unbelievable..”

The forth clip began—it was you all playing Family Feud with Jimmy Kimmel, on his live show. Sebastian and RDJ were currently facing off; Jimmy posed the question “what, other than the sun, are some of the hottest things to exist?”

Sebastian got to the buzzer faster than Robert managed to and didn’t even falter or hesitate as he answered straight away, “Y/N Y/L/N.”

The audience immediately screamed laughed and shrieked in delight, RDJ just nodded his head in understanding and appreciation, clapping his hands. Chris Evans, Mark and Anthony on the other side all looked amused but ultimately accepting (Chris was nodding along almost subconsciously). You were on the other team, looking heavenward with a faint exasperated grin and Scarlet wrapped her arm around your waist, Chris Hemsworth smirking at you both.

The fifth clip started up: it was a behind the scenes shot from Endgame, the big final battle. You were currently in the middle of doing your own stunt, green screen behind you and harnesses strapped to you as you dangled at a halfway point in the air. Your arms and hands were positioned in such a way to show your character manipulating her powers—the position also very much enhanced your chest, with the added help of your superhero attire. You looked hot, even you could admit.

The camera mirthfully panned to some of the rest of the cast who all stood aside while you filmed your scene—said cast being Chris Evans, Tom Holland, Gwyneth Paltrow, RDJ, Elizabeth Olsen and Tessa Thompson. All of their eyes were fixated on you, Robert was the only one grinning in amusement (and awe) while all the others stared at you as though you hung the sun yourself.

“Boobies.” Lizzie giggled faintly, her eyes stuck. The rest of the cast watching dumbly nodded while the crew cracked up behind the cameras.

And if you screenshotted their dumbfounded faces looking ip at on screen you. . well that was your business.

The clip changed. It was now Karen Gillan being interviewed on some carpet event, looking genuinely breathtaking. The interviewer was asking, “—obviously, your friend and co-star Y/N Y/L/N has been in lots of iconic movies. . what is your favourite scene of hers in The Wolf of Wall Street?”

Karen paused with a cheeky little smile, giving the interviewer a a jokingly incredulous look. “Come on.” She simply said. “It’s a bloody no brainer, I’m certain it was Leonardo’s favourite scene too. . I hope it is anyway otherwise he’s a silly, silly man.”

At the same carpet event with the same interviewer, Chris Hemsworth was being interviewed—his wife, Elsa, on his arm and looking half ready to battle off any rude interviewers (queen).

“—what is your favourite scene of hers in Ocean’s 8?”

“All of them!” Elsa answered eagerly, grinning. “Her outfits really accentuated her personality and I enjoyed them very much so. Particularly her outfit for the gala. . the amount of accentuated personality, by gosh, it had me speechless.”

Chris turned her head, obviously trying not to laugh at his wife.

“Nunca he estado más celoso y agradecido por la ropa en mi vida.” Elsa hummed.

You blinked.

The clip changed to you, Sebastian, Lizzie, Paul, Jeremy and Jimmy all on his Tonight Show playing Musical Beers. The slightly unnerving music/beat played in the background while you all stalked around the circle, Paul and Jeremy already out—leaving you, Seb, Lizzie and Jimmy.

As you were all racing around the circular table, Lizzie very obviously swatted your ass and you were impressed with your own body as you watched that impact: the audience erupted into laughs and shrieks, Jimmy playfully covering his eyes as Seb smirked. You thought that would be the end of the clip, but no.

The very disco-esk tune briefly cut out and past time you thought that meant it stopped completely and you’d already reached for the red cup in front of you and chugged it’s contents, only to pause as the music began back up.

“Spit it back! Spit it back!”

You did just that—but when the music actually stopped and Seb was left standing in front of the cup with your (let’s not go there) in it, your mouth popped open in shock. Jeremy gladly backed away from the table in hysterics, Lizzie and Jimmy equally as amused.

“Oh my god, I am—“

Sebastian quickly downed the cup with. . those contents, not even looking all that perturbed.

“So sorry.” You finished, mouth agape.

You vaguely remembered a conversation you’d had with him after the show, sincerely and repeatedly apologising and he was just very, very amused with you. He didn’t seem to mind at all—what an odd man.

“It’s all good.” Sebastian chuckled lowly, wrapping the mortified looking past you in a one armed shoulder hug and squeezing you to him. Lizzie seemed to be trying to trade a very obvious eye message with you—the audience shrieked and screamed in the background.

Another clip began: its was you and Scarlett Johansson doing a trust fall thing, you thought (correctly).

“Scarlett I swear. .” You giggled, looking over your shoulder at the woman behind you—she grinned back at you amusedly, her eyes twinkling.

“Calm down.” She laughed herself. “I’ll catch you don’t worry, gorgeous.”

Still slightly overcome with nervous giggles, you turned and let out a breath as you shut your eyes before holding at your arms and falling back.

And catch you she definitely did—although her hands didn’t exactly land in a PG-13 area, you cackled as you watched her hands grope at your chest to pull you up. In the video, you were also wheezing as were the crew and Scarlett had a cheeky little smirk as she laughed.

When you were finally standing, she gave one last squeeze before finally letting go—on screen you was breathless with giggles.

“Always wanted to do that.” She shrugged simply with a large amused smile.

The next clip began—it was Zendaya and Tom Holland on LADBible, playing that how much do you agree or not game. The statement said was ‘Y/N Y/L/N is everyone‘s celebrity crush’.

Instantly, Tom and Zendaya moved their cups to strongly agree, both of them nodding in solid agreement with the statement: presently, you awed at your friends, ego very much boosted. Well. To be fair, all of this video was massively boosting your ego.

“I mean, come on.” Zendaya made a ‘duh’ face and shrugged her shoulders.

“It’s Y/N.” Tom smiled crookedly, adding onto her comment.

“I am so happy I get to now say that she’s one of my closest friends.” Zendaya beamed genuinely. “She’s—one of those people whose beauty isn’t just an external thing, she’s so lovely man.” She pouted, in awe of you.

Watching the video, you beamed back at her.

The clip changed: Mark Ruffalo was on the Graham Norton show, next to Nicki Minaj and an actor you couldn’t place.

“Who would you say your favourite co-star has ever been, Mark?” Graham inquired.

“I—i would probably have to go with Y/N—“ The crowd instantly erupted into cheers and yells and Nicki smiled next to him, stating that she loved you under the sound of cheering. Mark grinned back at her, mumbling ‘me too’.

“Yeah, she’s a hell of an actress, that one. So easy to work with. Funny as f—hell, she’s just—an extremely genuine and kind person, and she really brings the energy on set.” Mark grinned. “..she’s also the only free pass my wife has ever given me. Which I won’t be using! Because I don’t believe in cheating, it’s scummy! Even though she’s gorgeous—anyone would be lucky!” He had to rise to a shout at the end as the audience erupted.

Nicki giggled next to him, “me personally, I would use that pass.”

You gasped in laughter as you watched the screen, screen-recording it all so you could go back and watch it. Saving it to your folder titled PISSING MY PANTS HRLP

The clip changed yet again, showing a scene from the Winter Solider BTS. You and Sebastian were filming a scene where he had to shoot your character—you watched the ‘Winter Solider’ shoot your character multiple times making you go down with an agonised yell, crawling away from him.

As soon as CUT was yelled, Sebastian’s face dropped from his stone cold (wintery) expression and he raced to you, crouching next to you. He practically tugged you into his lap on the floor, holding you.

“Oh my fuck that—that just felt so real, Y/n. You know I would never hurt you right?” He asked, blinking repeatedly before a small smirk fell on his lips. “You’re way too pretty to injure doll. Can’t ruin your perfect face.”

On screen you huffed in mock anger, hiding an amused grin as you shoved at him—he still held you close to him though, so both of you fell backwards and burst into giggles.

You literally thought ‘I ship them’ as you watched the clip of Sebastian and yourself, forgetting that was you for a moment.

Another clip started up—another behind the scenes. It was you and Tom Hiddleston in Thor : Ragnarok. In the scene Loki was tied down to the chair and your character was meant to intimidate him—you watched yourself take out your character’s daggers and lean forward into his space. One leg leaned up on top of the arm of the chair, sliding one dagger just a hair above the skin of his neck while using the over the move his chin up to be angled to you as you mockingly smiled down at him.

You said your line as your character but Tom remained silent, mouth parted and eyes widened as he gazed up at you—speech failing him. (You knew that they actually decided to include this awestruck look in the movie—the amount of fucking edits you’d seen was unreal).

Eyebrows crinkling you nudged your knee into his chest and he snapped out of it, grabbing your knee in a gentle grip. “Sorry darling, words sometimes seem to fail me in your presence.” He muttered rather hoarsely, still staring up at you.

“I don’t fucking blame him.” Tessa Thompson murmured from behind you both, and the camera moved to show her staring at you in a similar awe.

Present time, you could barely hide your smirk. Literally the biggest ego boost. Of all time.

Again, the clip changed and it was now Natalie Portman looking gorgeous on a carpet event, being interviewed—“if you could have Jane explore another romance than Thor, who would it be and why?”

“Y/N!” Natalia enthused immediately. “Well—her character, but like. Both. Either. One for me, one for Jane. That—would be great. And why? Come on! She’s an absolutely beautiful woman, inside and out. She has this outward glow that you literally cannot and don’t want to look away from and that reflects so much in her personality—once you’ve interacted with her one time, you never want to stop. Ever. I’m not kidding.” She giggled.

Another clip started up quickly—a blooper of you and Chris Evans. In this scene, your characters were meant to kiss after an angsty, angry argument. You stormed into the frame, into the bedroom, completely in character—an angry expression on and ready to go at Steve.

Before you could even let out a single syllable to begin your lines, Chris immediately surged forward and took your face in his hands, kissing the living daylights out of you.

You both pulled back after a bit and you just started at him, questioningly (that kiss was probably one of your best ever, let it be known, Chris Evans was a fantastic kisser).

“I—I thought It’d be good for the scene. .” Chris trailed off bashfully, scratching the base of his neck, literally pulling the excuse out of his arse. In actuality, he hadn’t wanted to spare a moment of the scene where he could be kissing you, well, not doing so.

“Bull!” Scarlett exclaimed as she materialised in the doorway. “He just wanted to kiss you.” She told you, pointedly looking at the man.

“Yeah—i—“ He huffed a defeated sigh, pink-cheeked. “I’ve got nothing. She’s right.”

In hindsight, you thought to yourself, you should probably stop being so shocked when the fanbase starts shipping you with your costars.

The clip changed: now it was you, Elizabeth and Aaron on a carpet event together—all being interviewed at the same time.

“So, Y/n, how does it feel to be in a Maximoff twin sandwich right now?” The interviewer giggled happily, smiling.

Before you could open you’re mouth—“we’re really enjoying it.” Lizzie and Aaron replied at the same time.

The interview gaped and you simply rolled your eyes as the two smirked at either side of you, they’d been talking in sync ever since you’d first met them at the table reading.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t why?” Aaron grinned crookedly. “A beautiful, lovely woman in between us. Honestly, love, there’s not a thought in my head besides you.” He joked, throwing an arm over your shoulder.

“I completely support that.” Lizzie chirped in, “ever since I’ve met this gorgeous lady who i now acknowledge as my partner in everything—she’s taken up all of the room in my brain, and I couldn’t be happier.” She giggled, putting her arm around your waist.

In the middle of them both, with an arm over your shoulder and one around your waist—you simply sighed, sparing the giddy interviewer an exaggerated suffering expression.

Again, the clip switched—it was now another blooper of you in the Iron Man movie, the scene where you handed Tony’s arse to him in the boxing ring. Instead of acting as scripted, Gwen Paltrow got up from her seat and strode over to the boxing ring, stepping inside gracefully and planting one right on your lips.

Presently, you giggled as you thought back to this moment. Gwen was your impulsive queen. Your idol.

From the floor, RDJ squawked in shock, exclaiming about being cheated and betrayed and Gwen flung her stiletto off her foot at him without moving from your lips.

When she finally did, she simply smiled at you kindly, “you just looked so good that I couldn’t not kiss you, sweets.” She shrugged and you, on screen, laughed at her as you leaned back in to kiss her cheek.

(Unfortunately the scene was not included in the movie—but Gwen never wasted an opportunity to talk about it, and you, if the chance arose).

The clip moved onto another one—back to the Thor : Ragnarok movie, you and Heimdall were fighting together, however you missed a step in your stunt and ended up stumbling. Idris immediately caught you with a steady arm around your waist, full you to him so you could stabilise yourself.

You smiled up at him thankfully, squeezing his arm in gratitude (totally not because you’d just wanted to feel his bicep).

You watched as your on screen self get distracted again and Idris murmured to Tom who’d now appeared next to him, “I feel like it’s dishonourable how much I want her to fall so I can catch her again now.”

“Mate, trust me,” Tom laughed, “I completely understand. But she doesn’t need the rescuing.”

“That she does not.” Both men smiled fondly as they watched you.

Presently, you were actively refusing to blush.

A different clip started up—Florence Pugh was being interviewed, looking breathtaking in her green dress. “—did you take anything from set?” The interviewer was asking, smiling at Florence.

“Um—not much, just Y/n’s heart.” Florence immediately cracked up at her own joke, smiling widely. “And her underwear too.” She added.

The interviewer opened her mouth to say something more, giggling at Florence as she continued speaking: “and before you ask, no. I wouldn’t be selling, for any price. Finders keepers and all that shite—plus, she’s my girl, so. That rule applies even more so. No one else can take her heart. Or her pants.”

Watching your friend, you giggled at her cheesy smile at her words before getting distracted by your group chat, where multiple of your friends and co-starts had seen your message and were now responding. Your laughter increased tenfold as you opened the thread.

[capsicle-evans]

The Make Believe Ms Evans

Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: A PR marriage between Y/N and Chris Evans has skyrocketed their careers but their sex lives has never been this low. Up until now.

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, ass play, swearing.

Part 1

“Stay still” Marina, my make up artist warns me as she applies my eyeliner. “Can’t fuck this up now”

“Claire would probably murder you” I grin as I feel the weight of Marina’s hand on my cheekbone. “Did you know that you make funny faces when you are doing my make up?”

“It’s my concentration face” She winks at me before setting the pen on the table. “There, all done”

“Just in time” I whisper as Claire enters the bathroom, a stern look on her face.

“Y/N, can you join us in the living room, please?” Claire, my publicist, asks me.

“Depends” I twist my mouth to the side. “Am I getting lectured?”

“Depends” She gives me the same look I just gave her. “Are you going to comply?”

“Ugh, fine I’ll join you” I roll my eyes, standing up from my makeup chair. “You know, you need to stop being so grumpy all the time. It’s not good for your health”

“Yeah well that’s what working for you gets me” She turns around, guiding me towards the living area of the suite.

I grab the train of my dress before following her steps, making sure not to step over the hem. As soon as I enter the space, I notice Chris standing in front of the mirror, his eyes fixated on his tie, completely oblivious of my presence. I walk pass him, towards the chair next to the window, sitting down gracefully just to make sure my dress remains intact.

“I’m here” Polly appears from the adjacent room, a lot of papers in her hand and her phone between her ear and her shoulder. “Gotta go, call you later”

I take a couple of seconds to look at Chris, his black suit and black shirt hugging his entire frame. I turn my eyes to Polly before Chris can look back. “What’s going on?”

“What the fuck is going on with you two?” Polly asks as she places her phone down over the coffee table. “And why is this the fifth call I receive today about you two?”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about” I pout, reaching for a chocolate truffle but setting it down after thinking of the mess I might make of my dress.

“Well, enews is asking if you guys are getting a divorce, people magazine is asking me who cheated” Claire snarks back at me.

“Well, we know the answer to that one” I smile sarcastically.

“Seriously, Y/N? You’re still on that shit?” Chris rolls his eyes, running his hand through his hair.

“What? She asked and it’s not like I actually care” I tell him before turning back to Claire and Polly. “But for real, what’s up with the questions? We haven’t done anything”

“Yeah, that’s the problem, you two don’t look at each other or even talk to each other during events and people are starting to notice it” Polly says as she takes a seat across from me. “Guys, we know this wasn’t a love match but for fuck’s sake, you guys are actors, try to pretend at least”

Chris and I got married about 4 months ago after a lot of campaigning on Polly and Claire’s part. Every since Chris and I did a movie together two years ago, our fame skyrocketed and our teams thought that it would be a great idea if we dated. Or at least we pretended to. But in reality, we hated each other but apparently that’s what our movie needed since it was an enemys to lovers story. Fans went batshit crazy after a picture of Chris leaving my apartment at 3 am went viral. Truth was, he was there to apologize after a massive fallout we had during shooting. So we pretended to date and our relationship became like crack for the fans. It only took a couple of months before they were selling us the idea of marriage and only an idiot would deny the good press that our relationship brought to our careers, so we agreed.

“She basically chops my hand off as soon as I even try to step close to her” Chris waves his hand at me. “Take it up with her”

“Nice, put the blame on me” I chuckle. “Fucking prick”

“See, this has to stop if you guys don’t want to end up doing lifetime movies for the rest of your lives” Claire glares at us accusingly.

“If I’ll put me out of this misery” I exhale loudly but soon stop when Claire gives me a stern look. “Kidding”

“Guys, please” Polly sighs. “We know this situation is not ideal but I need you guys to cooperate”

“Fine” I shrug. “We’ll be more lovey doveys with each other”

“Chris?” Polly looks up at him with pleading eyes.

“It’s not like I have a choice” Chris turns to me. “No offense”

“I’d have to care in order for it to offend me” I snark back before turning to Claire. “Sorry, from now on I’ll be a good wifey”

“God help us all” Polly looks up at the ceiling as if God can give her any guidance.

***

The limo pulls up right at the edge of the red carpet, flashes and shouts already making me feel anxious. Chris opens up the door from his side and steps out, waving immediately at the people who have turned their attention to our car. He turns to give me a hand, his free hand reaching for the train of my dress.

“Thank you” I whisper as he bends down to spread the train nicely so it can be appreciated in its full glory.

“That’s what lovey dovey husbands do” Chris grins as he places a hand just above my butt cheek. “Try not to chop off my hand”

“Try not to tempt me” I say with a tight smile in my lips.

Chris guides me towards the red carpet, our names being shouted from every angle. With his left hand still on my back, he pulls to his side to pose for some pictures. He then turns to me, leaning in to whisper something in my ear. “Pretend I just said something funny”

“That’s hard since I don’t have a point of reference” I pretend to giggle as Chris hand pinches my skin. “Jerk”

“See, that’s why we make a lovely couple” He grins down at me, his lips pressed against my temple. “We are both assholes”

“Chris, Y/N” A pap calls our attention “look over here”

We keep posing for a couple of minutes, every once in a while looking at each other and giving a fake smile. After a while, Polly and Claire guide us to the inside of the theater where Chris’ movie is premiering. It’s about a war veteran who comes after being presumed dead. It was a heavy movie and it took a big toll on Chris but it all payed off because people where even mentioning his name along the word “oscar”.

Half way through the movie, after crying a bit over a really hard scene, an almost naked Chris came on the screen, and there was a bunch of gasps heard around the room. Chris looks good, no one could deny it, but this scene in particular really made it difficult for me to not gape at him. It was really intimate and sexy, and it focused on him going down on his estranged wife.

My hands went to the armrests, gripping a bit as Chris’ mouth hid between his costars legs. Every since we started the agreement, there was no one else. At least on my part. Mostly to avoid gossip. That meant that my sex life was basically non existent, unless anyone counted the vibrator in my bedside table.

A couple of eyes turned to my direction, hoping to see a reaction from me as I watch my husband be so intimate with another woman. I fidget a little in my seat, a warm feeling setting over my abdomen as I listen to Chris’ moans over the speakers. I need sex. Not with Chris, obviously. Just sex.

“Stop moving” Chris grunts, placing a hand over my shaking thigh. His palm is hot against my skin, making me gulp.

“Get your hand off me” I grit my teeth, trying hard not to push his hand away.

“You are moving like a worm and it’s distracting me” Chris looks down at me before taking his hand away.

“Sorry, the dress is too tight” I lie. I don’t want him to think that this is about him.

“Whatever, just stop squirming” He almost grins when I send him a death glare. “Childish”

“Idiot” I call him through my teeth.

“Both of you shut up before someone else listens” Polly pokes her head from Chris’ side, giving both of us a pointed look.

I huff before settling my back against my chair. Thankfully, the scene is over and my skin has stopped tingling. I manage to put my attention back into the movie, tears forming every once in a while. Soon after, the credits are rolling and everyone is on their feet, clapping at the whole crew.

I stand up and clap along before Claire softly pushes me to Chris’ side. Biting the inside of my lip, I wrap my arm around his waistline and look up, faking a smile. “Pretend that I just said something sweet” I whisper only form him to hear.

“That’s hard since I don’t have a point of reference” Chris grins, throwing my words back at me. “But I’ll try”

***

“God she is so pretty” I cry as I stare up at Taylor Swift as she walks around the room. Every since it was announce that she was going to be in the movie soundtrack, I nearly fainted.

“Stop being a creep” Chris gives me a weird look before going back to his whiskey.

After the movie was over, we traveled to the after party to loosen up a bit more and enjoy the cool LA night. I switched my dress before arriving, opting for a short black dress.

“Can you leave me alone? Please?” I try to not to make a face in case anyone is watching.

“Trust me, there’s nothing that I want more than to be away from you” Chris says, still holding his glass to his lips.

“You’d rather be with her?” I ask, reaching for my vodka soda.

“Seriously? Are we going there?” I can see the anger in his hands as it grips the glass. “Nothing happened”

About a month after the wedding, I started receiving texts and screenshots from one of Chris’ costars on a film. They were from a conversation between her and Chris and about how they couldn’t wait to be alone and fuck each other’s brains off. I obviously never cared about it out of jealousy but out of anger because he was making me look like an idiot. Claire and Polly had to intervene, so, after she got a deal on a movie thanks to them, the messages stopped coming.

“Whatever” I roll my eyes before going back to looking around the room. “At least she was pretty, I would actually murder you if you cheated on me with an ugly person”

“I didn’t cheat” He exhales harshly, really annoyed with me.

“Glad to see you are not biting each other’s heads off” Claire joins us at the VIP table, a glass of white wine in her hand.

“Come back in 5 minutes and we’ll see” I give her a sarcastic smile. “It’s really tempting”

“Maybe you should fuck the anger away” Polly smirks as she sits next to Claire.

I immediately tense up, remembering that scene from the movie. “I’d rather shave my entire hair and eat it before doing that”

Chris laughs, clearly amused by my comment. “And they say romance is dead”

“When it comes to this relationship, they are right” I flop back down on the couch. “Anyways, enough about our wonderful marriage. I want to dance or do something fun for once”

“Let’s go” Chris stands up, stretching his hand to me. I stare at his hand for a couple of seconds. “Before I change my mind”

“You want to dance with me?” I blink up at him.

“That’s what couples do, Y/N” Chris rolls his eyes before reaching for my hand and forcing my to stand up.

“So romantic” Polly teases, earning a giggle from Claire.

“Oh shut up” I glare at them before following Chris to where there are some people dancing.

Taylor has been singing for a while now, the tunes of Dress starting to slither through the speakers. Chris pulls me against his chest, his hand landing on the curve between my ass and my back. People start to turn their attention to us.

“People are staring” I whisper against his jacket.

“Ignore them” Chris whispers against my ears. “Just remember you have to look like a madly in love wife”

“Yeah, because that’s easy” I chuckle. “I’ve never been married before and I’ve never been madly in love either”

“Never?” He asks me, his breath fanning my skin as we sway with the music. “A high school boyfriend?”

“I mean I’ve had boyfriends” I explain. “Just never that serious. You?”

“Not really, I mean, I enjoyed my past relationships but never enough to wish to marry them” Chris spins me around just as Taylor starts singing the chorus.

“And yet you married someone you actually hate” I laugh, seeing the irony.

“Yeah, well, at least you are hot” He pinches my back softly.

“Christopher Robert Evans, is that a compliment?” I fake gasp. He has called me this before. And so have I. Just because we are not particularly fond of each other doesn’t mean we are blind.

“Don’t let it get to your head” Chris rolls his eyes. “I’m trying to get along here”

“I mean we are making progress” I look around the room, scanning the crowd. “This is the longest we have gone without giving each other an insult”

“Don’t tempt me” He chuckles. “No but I’m serious… We should try to at least get along”

“Yeah, I guess” I bit the inside of my cheeks. We stay pressed against each other, surrounded just by Taylor’s sweet voice and some chatter.

“I never cheated” Chris breaks our silence, his muscle tensing under my hands. “I know that I don’t owe you an explanation and I know you probably are not going to believe me. But I didn’t. I promised to respect you, and I plan on sticking to that promise, fake husband or not”

I fix my eyes on the button of his shirt, not daring to look him at his eyes. “I know… I guess I just chose to believe it to have a reason to hate you. I’m sorry”

“Okay, let’s just put that behind us” Chris relaxes, his back slouching a bit. “We can be friends, Y/N. God knows how long we are going to need to keep this going, might as well get along”

“Pains me to say this, but you are right” I finally look up at him, his blue orbs staring down at me. “Hi, I’m Y/N. And you are?”

Chris throws his head back, laughing. “You have my last name, Y/N. We can start over without weird introductions”

“Indulge me, Evans” I poke his chest. “I don’t know that much about you”

“What do you want to know?” He raises his eyebrow. “Ask away”

“What’s your favorite color?” I blush, realizing how stupid my question is. “Sorry, I’ll try again”

“Green” He ignores my second statement. “Yours?”

“Blue, but like light blue, kinda like your e-“ I cut myself, my cheeks flaring.

“Here I was asking to be friends and you are just laying it out on me” Chris grins hard. “You waste no time, Ms. Evans”

“Idiot” I slap his arm playfully. “I meant I like the shade, that’s all”

“Sure sure” He nods, a smug look on his face. “My turn… Favorite animal?”

“Mmm tough one… I really like raccoons and-“ I stop myself when Chris’ laugh erupts from his chest. “What?”

“Who the fuck likes Raccoons?” His eyes are still tingling with amusement.

“They are cute and funny” I defend myself. “They are like just so hilarious”

“Fuck that’s good” He shakes his head. “You are weird”

“Many people like raccoons” I fight him. “You need to learn to appreciate their beauty”

“Yeah, no thanks” Chris stops moving and grabs my hand. “Why don’t we go back to the table? Seems stupid to try to have a conversation while dancing”

“Okie dokie” I follow his lead back to our VIP table.

Polly and Claire are deep into a conversation, probably some gossip or something like that. PR people always know everything about everyone. We sit down across from there, getting back their attention.

“Oh look, you guys made it without a scratch” Polly nods proudly. “Who would’ve thought?”

I roll my eyes before turning my eyes back to Chris, falling back into our conversation.

***

“Hi, bub” I lean down, my heels in on hand and the other one petting Dodger behind his ears. “Where you a good boy to uncle Scott?”

Scott was our designated dog-sitter most of the nights. Neither of them minded, Dodger loved him so much, he actually listened to him.

“He’s always a good boy” Chris bents down to plant a kiss over the dog’s head before walking away from the entry way.

I make my way to my room, Dodger following right behind me. I hear Chris yell “traitor” before I disappear into my closet.

A couple of minutes later, I’m tucked in my bed, Dodger at the edge, his head over my feet. Chris’ footsteps catch hims attention, his head snapping up. “You traitor”

“Let him be” I pull the dog closer to me. “He always sleeps with you”

Chris and I have separate rooms and I only sleep on the masters bedroom whenever we have other people around. People that don’t know about the whole fake marriage thing. Mostly the maid and the cook and both of our families. Even Scott believed we were happily married.

“Yeah, cuz he is mine” Chris sasses. “C’mon boy”

But Dodger stays put. “Just give up already”

“Fine, just this once” Chris drops the subject before snapping his head up. “Uh, I forgot. Do you have any spare razor? I forgot to ask Mayra to restock my shelf”

“Yeah sure” I move slowly so that dodger won’t sprint out of my bed. I push the covers away and step out of the bed.

Quickly, I reach the bathroom and pull a pink razor from the cabinet under my sink. “You’ll have to settle for this pink one” I stretch my hand before looking up, Chris’ eyes not exactly meeting mine.

Fuck. I forgot that I chose the pink nightgown. The one the gave me too much cleavage and barely reached under my butt cheeks. Nervously, I reach for my rob that’s draping over my night stand, snapping Chris’ attention away from my bare legs.

“Uh, yeah no, thanks” Chris mutters, snatching the razor from my hand and walking away from my room a bit to fast.

I shake my head a bit before moving back to my bed, Dodger still sprawled on the edge of the bed. “Let’s sleep this off, buddy”

About 10 minutes have passed since I turned off the lamp over my nightstand, when a weird sound startles me awake. I squint my eyes, as if that’s going to help me decipher the source of the noise. A couple of seconds later, right when I’m about to drop it, I hear it again. A moan. A moan from Chris. His bathroom shares a wall with my room, sounds slipping into my area really easy. I can hear his muffled moans a bit clearer, connecting my ear to the wall.

“This fucker” I feel anger bubbling inside of me. He brought someone home. After saying he wouldn’t cheat on my. Well not technically on me, on the promise of respecting me.

I push away the covers from my frame, earning a glare from Dodger before he moves to settle over the free side of the bed.

I walk fast towards his room, ready to rip him a new one. I push pass his door and head straight to the bathroom. I keep waiting for a pair of heels or some panties dropped somewhere on his room but my eyes remain cleaned from that sight. I’m about to burst into the bathroom when the imagine forming on front of me stops me cold on my feet.

Chris’ has his back against the wall, the shower head splashing his face, water dripping down his torso. His hand is pumping his swollen dick, curses coming out of his mouth along with the movement.

It’s like I am being hypnotized. I want to move my eyes away, but the scene in front of me so fiery, my eyes remain glued to his member. I feel a warm spreading in between my legs as Chris pumps harder. He lets out a hard loud moan as white loads burst from the tip of his dick. He huffs, rolling his head back, letting the water wash away all the produce of his effort.

I snap out of it, walking backwards fast before sprinting back to my room. I close my door slowly, making sure not to make a sound before hiding under my bed spread. I close my eyes hard trying to remove the picture from my head but the heat in between my legs not allowing me to.

I give up after 5 minutes, poking my hand out from under the bed covers. Without even looking, I dig my hand into my nightstand, searching for my pink vibrator. This will have to do for the night.

I have a plan for tomorrow.

***

“Let me get it off, bub” I bent down to release Dodger from his leash, the pup ready to sprint to the backyard.

Dodger and I love to go on hikes together, just the two of us and the sun rising over the horizon.

I hear from clattering from the kitchen so I step into the area, spotting Chris over the stools that surround the kitchen island. “Hey there”

“Morning” Chris looks up at me, as he sets his coffee down. “How was the hike?”

“Pretty good” I reach for the top cabinet, looking for a glass. Chris probably put the dishes away because the glasses are to far back, forcing me on my tip toes.

I can feel Chris’ eyes burning a hole over my ass as the my tennis skirt rises enough to expose the underside of my cheeks. I turn around and Chris snaps his gaze back to his omelet, his cheeks turning red.

I fill my glass with water and gulp it down, not taking my eyes from him. I settle the glass down before moving to stand in front of him, the kitchen island separating us.

“Let’s have sex” I say hard, so hard that Chris starts coughing as a piece of egg gets caught up in his throat.

“I’m sorry, what?” He looks up at me, his breath a bit hard from the chocking and maybe from my statement.

“Let’s have sex” I repeat myself. “You said you were not going to cheat and neither will I. But we both have needs and I think it’s a good idea”

“What are you even-?” Chris starts but I roll my eyes.

“I heard you last night” I confess. His face turns a deep shade of red, the vein on the side of his neck pulsing. “Look, I won’t judge you, I did it, too.

“You- what?” Chris’ breath hitches, his knuckles turning white as he closes his hands.

“C’mon we are not five” I step around the kitchen island, closer to him but still leaving some space between us. “We can get each other off, and we are married so it’s not like we are doing harm to anyone

“I don’t- I’m” Chris stammers a bit. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea”

I stare at him for a couple of seconds before finally speaking up again. “Fine, I’m not going to beg. I still have my vibrator. It’ll probably do a better job, anyways”

I turn around to leave but Chris’ hand flys up to my neck, gripping the back to turn me back around.

“What did you just said?” He brings his face close to mine. His grip tightening a bit. “Repite it”

“I can do a better job with my vibrator than you” I breath out, focusing my eyes on him.

Chris grunts before crashing his lips down to mine angrily. A moan scapes my mouth as he bits into my lower lip, making way for his tongue to punish me. His free hand travels down to my leg, pulling me up to place me on the kitchen counter.

I push my hands into his hair as his tongue swipes my bottom lip clean before moving down to my jaw and the to my neck before settling on the spot right under my earlobe. He sucks hard as his hands start pulling at my sports bra. My sweaty chest makes it a bit hard so I pull away to help him. As soon as the textile is not longer covering my boobs, Chris dives right in for one of my nipples, forcing me to arch my back. While his tongue polishes my hard nipple, his right hand moves to the other unattended bud of flesh. First his palm rolls against the harden button, his calloused skin sending tingles straight to my core.

“Fuck” I moan as I his salive drips down a long my nipple. I can’t keep my eyes away from the scene, my burning gaze forcing Chris to look up at me as he pulls my nipple with his teeth. “Oh god”

“Lay down” Chris pushes me down with his hand until my back connects with the cold granite of the counter.

I bring my hands to his shoulders, tugging at the fabric of his shirts, signaling him to take it off. “Get rid of this, Christopher”

“On it” He groans against my skin, stepping away just enough to pull the shirt over his head. His hard pecks and abdomen glistening in front of me, the pants forcing his muscles to look more prominent. “Satisfied?”

“No” I pull him down against my lips, my tongue making a mess of his bottom lip. “Take me like a man, Evans” I mutter against his lips.

“As you wish” Chris groans before moving his mouth down along my skin until it reaches the edge of my skirt. I wait for him to take it off but instead he just pushes it up and tucks down my underwear along with my leggings. He steps back a bit to pull his pants down, his boxers following the same fate.

“You know how many times my eyes were glued to your ass as you skipped around with this fucking skirt?” Chris growls as his spreads my thighs as my pussy radiates heat right in front of him. “How many times I picture your ass red after a good slapping, only this thine material covering the swell of your ass?”

I moan loudly as his hands grab my thighs, my ass hanging slightly over the edge of the counter. “I want you to be loud, Y/N” Chris pinches my butt cheek before lining himself up to me. “Moan my name”

“Yes, Chris” I throw my head back as he rubs my entrance with his tip “Rip me open”

Chris pushes just enough for his head to enter my pussy, my folds hiding his pink tip. “Yeah stretch me open” I throw my head back as he sways back and forth, entering me slowly.

“I can’t hold it anymore” Chris grips my thighs. “Brace yourself”

I grab the edge of the kitchen counter, my knuckles turning white as he pushes hard into me. There’s a sting that makes tears form on my eyes. I’ve never had someone this big inside of me, my pussy throbbing at the new feeling.

“Look at you” Chris presses his thumb against my clit. “Taking me so good” He throws his head back as his entire cock disappears into me. His thrusts are hard and slow, building up the tension in my lower belly.

“C’mere” Chris stops, pulling out so I cry at the loss of him. “Let me turn you around”

Chris puts me on my feet before turning me around so my ass is pressed against his hard cock. “Bend over, Y/N”

I do as I’m told, pressing my chest against the cold tiles. Chris grabs both of my hands and holds them behind my back, using the as support to hold himself as he re enters me. “That’s right. So tight”

I’m lost in my own moans when I feel Chris spit on his hand, before pressing his thumb against my asshole. “Chris” I tense up immediately.

“I’m not going to fuck you there, Y/N” He massages around my hole. “I just like to see the way you clench up” he caresses my butt cheek, trying to get me to loosen up again. “Do you want me to stop?”

He waits for my answer as I take in the sensation, his thumb placing a soft pressure over my hole. It’s not bad. “No, it’s okay”

“Good” Chris grunts as he picks up his pace, plunging hard against me. This new position really allows him to go in deep, reaching a new part of me that has me whimpering.

“Chris” I whine when he angles himself so that I can feel him fill me up to the point where me knees are shaking under me. “I won’t last”

“Yes, cum around my cock” He reaches down to grab my pony tail in a fist, making me arch my back. His movements become erratic as he speeds up, encouraging the orgasm out of me.

“Yes yes yes” I cry as I feel the tightness around my pussy before the release finally arrives. The cries that come out of ny mouth are filthy, so filthy that Chris drops down and plugs in his thumb into my mouth. I bit at his skin, the waves of pleasure still rocking my core.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” Chris groans as he pulls out, his entire load landing on my back. “Fuck yes”

I’m still shaking, waiting for him to catch his breath so that he can help me stand up. “Chris, fuck that was…”

I’m so out of breath I don’t even finish my sentence, Chris doing it for me. “So hot”

I feel him pull away from me, a cool breeze replacing the warmth of his body. “Don’t move” I hear him move around the kitchen, looking for a clean towel before running it down the the warm water that pours out of the faucet.

Chris walks back to me, cleaning his entire release from my back. “I think you need to wash your hair” I can hear the grin on his smug face.

“Seriously?” I groan, standing up. “Aim better next time, Evans”

“You want a next time?” He throws the dirty towel at the floor where my sweaty clothes are.

“I’m game if you are” I shrug, tugging the elastic out of my hair.

“Then let’s play, Y/N” Chris grins hard as his dick starts twitching.

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Christmas Bliss

Word Count: 2.9k

Category: pure fluff. like nauseatingly sweet

Warning: nothing

Summary: With 4 kids, Christmas is emotional and everything but boring.

a/n: can be read with no prior knowledge of Planet Evans.

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It was almost against all scientific rules and theories how each kid’s of Chris’ and Y/N’s 4 kids had woken up in the same minute.

Almost 11-year-old River grinned, face beaming at the sight of his siblings standing in the hallway and in front of the bathroom.

“Merry Christmas!” He put both arms up, being the happy kid that he was as he approached his second brother--Louie Jack Evans.

Louie, even at 7 AM in the morning had a mischievous grin to his face, eyes glistening with excitement as he hugged his older brother, “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Riv,” the third oldest son and brother giggled--Rowan Jett Evans. Rowan had his arms wrapped around their 4-year-old sister who clutched to her bluebird plushie.

He giggled when River wrapped his arms around him in a hug.

“Merry Christmas, Birdie,” River almost cooed, something that he seemed to always do when it came to his sister-- Birdie Jeane Evans.

“Merry Christmas,” Birdie giggled, “We’ll wake Mommy and Daddy?”

“No, we have to brush our teeth first,” River said.

The kids, plus Dodger and Pam, were all in the bathroom, with Louie standing on the stool and putting toothpaste on all their toothbrushes before they all started brushing their teeth, giggling and laughing at faces Rowan was pulling.

“B, are you done?” Louie asked Birdie before hopping off the stool for her, and trying to carry her to stand on the stool before helping her rinse her mouth.

“I have to pee,” Birdie said.

“Me, too,” Rowan said.

Louie groaned, “We have to wake Mommy and Daddy.”

“I’ll be quick!” Rowan said.

“Let B go first,” River said.

“I’ll use the other bathroom,” Rowan said before zooming past them, all kids seemingly on a mission to be quick so they could wake their parents up.

“B, do you need Mommy’s help?” Louie asked from outside the door after going outside so she could pee.

“No, I’m a big girl!”

River giggled, Louie rolling his eyes with a smile—an action he saw his uncle Scott do too often.

It wasn’t long before the 4 kids were outside their parents’ door, River’s hand on the doorknob before he knocked.

“Just open it,” Louie whispered.

“That’s wrong.”

“It’s a surprise,” Louie argued before opening the door and instantly running inside which seemed to urge Rowan and Birdie to do the same while River made sure Dodger and Pam walked inside.

“Mommy! Daddy!”

“It’s Christmas!”

“Wake up!”

“Daddy! Wake up!”

Years ago, if someone had woken up Y/N and Chris, they would’ve groaned and thrown a tantrum even worse than any of their kids’, but it was almost impossible when they were woken up by any of them—better yet when they were woken up by all 4.

“Jesus,” Chris squinted, a smile already on his face as his youngest and only daughter sprawled on his chest, his arms going around her carefully as to not suffocate her.

“Wake up, it’s Christmas,” Louie said from between both parents.

Y/N chuckled, hand rubbing her eyes while the other reached up to brush back River’s hair who instantly lied on her, wrapping his arms around his mom.

“It can still be Christmas in two hours,” she teased.

“No, it won’t,” Louie teased back, “It’ll be Halloween.”

While his siblings giggled, he did as well when Y/N reached to wiggle her fingers onto his side.

“Did Santa come?” Birdie asked, eyes big as she looked back and forth at her dad and mom.

“Let’s see,” Chris said, “But can we please wash our teeth first at least?”

“Did you brush your teeth?” Y/N asked them.

They all nodded, Rowan choosing to flash his teeth with a wide smile at his mom, “Fresh and clean,” he repeated the words he had heard his dad say countless of times.

“Can we have pancakes?” Rowan asked.

“We can,” Chris smiled.

“But-But can Mommy make them? Daddy’s pancakes are salty,” Birdie said.

Y/N burst out laughing, looking at her husband who gave their youngest a shocked face, “That was one time!” He argued.

“I’ll help,” Louie said.

Out of all 4 kids, Lou was always the most excited to help and cook in the kitchen. Chris and Y/N were both insistent on making all their kids start learning and cooking early in the kitchen, so much that the kitchen in every house Chris and Y/N owned has its own mini kitchen for the kids.

“Alright, wait here. We’ll go brush our teeth and then we’ll all go down together, okay?” Y/N asked before pressing a kiss to River’s head before he rolled over as to not be lying on her.

Chris and Y/N walked to their ensuite, closing the door behind them before he wrapped his arms around his wife, nuzzling his head in her neck and making her giggle and squirm when he peppered kisses to her neck.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” she said, wrapping her arms around him.

“Merry Christmas,” he said quietly, a contented smile on his face as he looked at her, moving his hands to brush her hair back before cupping her face, guiding her to him so he can press a kiss to her cheek, knowing she didn’t like kissing before they brushed their teeth.

They brushed their teeth and washed their faces together, both being giggly and smiley as they did, with Chris reaching to tickle her side every moment.

It was after the moment they dried their hands and faces that Chris grabbed his wife, placing his lips to hers in a slow kiss.

“Good morning,” she whispered, and it was crazy to Chris how even after so many years of being together, with kids and pets, she still made him week.

“Good morning,” he repeated.

“We need to go out before they start getting impatient.”

He hummed, leaning to capture her lips in a kiss one more time, sliding his hands south and making her break the kiss with a laugh to hold his hands.

“You thought.”

“Can’t even love on my wife anymore,” Chris joked, chuckling when she rolled her eyes at him.

The family of 6 were soon out the door of the room, Rowan and Birdie almost squealing as they walked down the stairs and toward the gigantic Christmas tree.

Louie held Y/N’s hand, being the most nonchalant out of all kids.

“He ate the cookies! Daddy, he ate the cookies!”

It wasn’t the first year that they hear the same exact sentence, but Y/N and Chris still chuckled and giggled, always remembering how it was them who did the prior night and she always left it to Chris to drink what’s left of the cup of milk.

“Wow!” Chris gasped.

The parents were then seated on the couch, Chris’ arm on his wife’s shoulder as her body was leaning toward him, hand on his thigh.

“Can we open the presents?” River asked.

“Go ahead, baby,” she smiled.

All 4 kids got to work the moment they got their neatly wrapped presents with their names.

Chris and Y/N always got each kid one gift for Christmas, knowing that their families and friends were already always going above and beyond for all the kids and the last thing they wanted was for their kids to be spoiled. It wasn’t a surprise that each kid was raised to be grateful for any gift they received because despite Y/N being one of the youngest billionaires, with Oscars and Golden Globes under her belt, and a top successful skin care brand, she knew she wanted her kids to anticipate their gifts and earn them because it made the moment they did worthwhile.

Chris and Y/N were also parents who cared about their kids playing with actual toys instead of virtual ones. They cared about engaging their kids in activities that either had them just having fun, getting dirty, or stimulating their minds enough to have them get creative and smart. It was no secret that all their kids were ones with countless core memories, even some scars and bruises, but they never held back from getting excited over a toy or one big jump in muddy water from the rain.

“Woooooow!” Birdie was the first to exclaim, eyes wide as she held the box of Magic Mixie toy. She instantly ran to Y/N, putting the toy on her lap, “What is it?”

Chris was quick to get his phone out, recording his wife and daughter.

“You do some magic,” Y/N said, pointing at the box, “And a toy gets out!”

“That’s so cool!” Rowan exclaimed, looking at his sister’s toy before looking at her.

Birdie clutched the box to her body, letting out a squeal of excitement as she jumped in her spot, making them all laugh before she put the box down, throwing her arms around her mom’s legs, “Thank you, Mommy,” she said, quickly moving to Chris, “Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re welcome, baby,” Chris said, lifting her up by one hand and kissing her chubby cheek.

Louie was next to open his, excited to see what his gift for the year was.

Staring back at him was a portable record player.

“Is this-“ He gasped, looking up at his mom and dad, “Is this a player? Like Mommy’s?”

“You get to get your own vinyls now,” Y/N said, heart thumping at how emotional her second oldest looked—something that wasn’t very usual, but she knew how big he was on music and what just really pushed his buttons just right.

“This is the best gift ever,” he said in awe, looking at his record player before standing, moving quickly with open arms to hug his parents, “I love you, Mommy.”

“I love you,” she repeated, cupping his face before kissing his cheek.

“I love you, too, Daddy. Thank you,” Lou said, hugging Chris, “Can we get vinyls soon?”

“We can, buddy,” Chris assured, “I love you, too.”

“Me next!” Rowan exclaimed, already opening his gift before letting out a gasp, “Treasure X?!”

All his siblings were grinning, looking at Rowan as he gazed at his gift in shock, all knowing his love of the brand.

“Is that a dino?” River asked, peeking, “Woooow!”

Rowan, being the loudest of them all, stood with his toy box up as he let out a shout of triumph.

“Jesus, Ro,” Lou muttered with a chuckle.

“He’s excited,” River giggled, “Come on, hug Mommy and Daddy already, I want to open mine!”

Rowan was quick to hug Chris and Y/N, not letting go of his new toy.

River was careful with his gift, trying not to tear the wrapping paper as much as he did because he thought the snowmen on the paper looked nice.

Out of all 4 kids, River was the most emotional, so it was no surprise when his eyes got tearful at the sight of the small film camera.

“Awww no, baby,” Y/N cooed, getting off the couch and on the floor to her oldest, who silently cried against her chest, her hand on his hair and the other wrapped around him.

“I love it,” he said.

“Mommy and I figured you needed an upgrade,” Chris said with a smile, feeling emotional himself at the sight.

River was into photography ever since he was even younger, and it was something that their families, friends, fans and everyone else knew because of the many pictures of Chris and Y/N posted that had:

“Pic credits: River 📸”

And it was even more admirable how he always managed to take incredible pictures of his family and friends, so when River had talked to Eliza, the photographer on one of Y/N’s skin care brand, Bare’s photoshoots about film photography, it was the only thing he had been talking about and researching on.

"It has film inside," Chris said.

"You want to take a picture?" Y/N asked gently.

River nodded, sniffling as he wiped his cheeks before opening the box.

Y/N and Chris were seated beside each other, Birdie on Chris' lap, Rowan in the middle, and Louie on the other side of Y/N, scooted into her side with her arm around him.

"Say cheese!" River instructed, the rest repeating as he took a picture.

"Alright now one with you in it," Chris said, "Come on, I can take it."

It was then Y/N's turn for Birdie to be sitting on her lap, the resemblance being one for the books. River hurried to sit where his dad was sitting, already grinning as he leaned toward Y/N.

That time, River grinned, Birdie gave a grin with her nose scrunched and her eyes closed--an expression that everyone swore she got from Y/N who was famous for it ever since she was a kid herself--Rowan sticking his tongue out with wide eyes, and Lou choosing to pucker his lips while flexing his arm. Chris managed to catch his wife mid-laugh, a state that wasn't rare or unusual around the home they created.

"Think we can take one like," Chris turned, stretching his arm out so he could get himself in the picture, "I'll look like a toad but."

And with that, Chris, and like his third son, stuck a tongue out, while Rowan copied him yet again, River wrapped his arms around Y/N's neck from the side as he grinned, Birdie threw up a peace sign, and Lou gave a cheeky wink with puckered lips.

It wasn't any later before all the siblings looked at each other, seemingly on in a secret agreement before they all ran upstairs, leaving Chris and Y/N confused.

"What's going on?" Chris asked.

"I never know what to expect," Y/N said.

Despite the fact the very badly-wrapped present wasn't at all big, all 4 kids held it together as they carefully walked down the stairs, with Rowan being at the front, his finger only touching the present.

"We got you a gift!" He exclaimed.

Chris let out a loud laugh in pure glee, a hand to his heart while his wife mirrored the action, a hand to her heart and a pout on her face.

"Open it!" Birdie urged after they put on the floor.

Chris and Y/N got on the floor as River hurried to his camera, standing in the perfect position to get the shot.

The wrapping paper was taped to suffocation, making both Y/N and Chris have a hard time opening it. From the feeling of it, it wasn't deniable that it was a frame so neither were surprised when they managed to peel the wrapped paper and found a framed picture.

Staring right back at them was a picture frame that had colorful hand prints all around a picture--the picture was one that River had taken on his digital camera that Y/N's best friend, Dakota Johnson, and River's godmother had gifted him two years ago.

It was of Chris and Y/N on the couch, Y/N on Chris' lap with one arm wrapped around him as she smiled to the camera, while Chris had a grin as he looked up at her.

"This is my hand," Rowan giggled, pointing at a blue-painted hand print.

"That's me!" Birdie pointed at the yellow one.

"That's obviously me," Lou pointed at the green.

"And me," River pointed at the blue, "Blue because I'm River."

Both Y/N and Chris were tearful as they looked at the picture, her head leaning to her husband's shoulder as they both gazed at it.

"This is the best," Chris sniffled, "Come here, all of you."

The group hug wasn't suffocating because if there was anything that all the kids and their parents agreed on, is that they had a family that never suffocated them--one that they would gladly hug at all times, even when Lou was making it a mission to give the tightest hugs.

"I love it," Y/N said, laughing slightly through her tears, "When did you make this?"

"At Grandma Liz's last week," Lou said.

"That's why why we had colors on our clothes," River giggled.

"Thank you, all of you," Chris said, "It's really nice of you to make something for Mommy and I."

Y/N nodded, "We really appreciate the effort you all put into this," she said.

And then it wasn't any later before the family of 6 was in the kitchen, loud with laughter and chatter as they made pancakes and danced to Christmas songs like they always did.

"Lou, slow down," Y/N said as they ate.

Chris was seemingly in a daze as he looked around, taking in the sight of his wife and their 4 kids, smiling through Lou talking about all the songs he wanted to listen to on his record player, his siblings adding songs of their own that they wanted to listen to on his player.

Already seated beside his wife because they were that couple that liked to sit beside each other, Chris still leaned toward her, one hand to her waist as the kids talked and talked. He have her waist a slight squeeze, getting her attention.

She hummed, smiling as she looked at him.

"I love you," Chris said.

She smiled, skin feeling hot because even after all these years, the effect they had on one another wasn't one that perished, but seemingly only grew more intense and wholesome.

"I love you," she repeated.

"Gimme a kiss," he smiled, already looking at her lips.

She leaned, pressing her lips to his in a soft kiss.

It was because all 4 kids were used to witnessing their parents being affectionate toward one another that none of them commented, not even fazed by the simple gesture of love shared, and instead, continued to talk about their Christmas gifts.

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Another Again

Paring: Chris Evans x Black Actress Reader

Word count: around 3K

Summary: After you go at it, you get mad then you go at it again. With Chris. And a friend.

Warnings: 18+ Absolutely MINORS DNI. RPF, SMUTTY SMUT, ANGST. Not Beta’d. Toxic Chris, toxic reader. Allusions to substance use, intoxication, a lil bit of jealousy, lowkey scheming, threesome (MFF), face riding, eating groceries, oral sex (all receiving), p in v, bukakke, unprotected sex with multiple partners, degredation kink, good girl kink, cum play, just filth flarn filth, pwp.

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You should have known something was up when you saw Tessa and Chris talking after the premiere. Why would your date be speaking with your ex?

And where was Chris’s date? Poor girl. Something was up but you decided not to care and indulged even more in the debauchery of the evening.

Keep reading

[anqelws]

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© anqelws 2024

please, i've been on my knees change the prophecy

prophecy, taylor swift. 2024

CILLIAN MURPHY

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SABRINA CARPENTER

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ANDREW GARFIELD

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CHRIS EVANS

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DYLAN OBRIEN

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TAYLOR SWIFT

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[universeofdreams]

Only business, please.

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Tom Holland x Singer! Fem!Reader

Genre: almost romance, contemporary

Warning: slight bit of heartbreaking, not a "happy" end

Wordcount: 1315

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Summary: You actually win a grammy and Tom doesn't know you yet but that doesn't stop him from being smitten over you. But that feeling isn't reciprocated and leave him behind.

A/n: Love emancipated women, wanted the reader to stand out and be strong in this one. I think I kinda messed up but idk, still like the idea of her being an incoming star and that she wants to depend on herself.

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There she was, standing at one of these tables while taking a nip on the extra expensive champagne, eyeing that also super expensive glass in her hands. 

There was something that is different about you, you were more elegant and delicate, the first impressions should always be the best ones in your eyes. Your dark red tailored fem-suit with a velvetty pattern that suited you perfectly, your perfect skin and broad shoulders looked intimidating, the long legs looked slim even if the pants showed only a little of them. 

Her performance was imminent, she almost felt guilty for getting that price. 

„Hey, pretty, are you free? I want to introduce you to someone.“  You immediately turned around to be met with Robert Downey Jr.‘s slightly amused face. 

„Who?“ 

„I’m not going to tell you. Get that ass over to my table.“, the older one laughed, again. 

„Give me a minute to gather myself together, my friend.“ You, the singer of the evening, smiled and nodded while Robert walked off again, but you followed him with his eyes until he reached his table, just to make sure. Then you made your way to Downeys table. 

„Look, there comes the star of this whole event!“, he already heard the voice that belongs to the celebrity but you just brushed it off with a smile. 

„Not true. Hi, nice to meet you all, I‘m Y/n.�� The 20 years old said. 

Everyone greeted her until Robert started introducing everyone until he came to that younger guy. „That‘s Tom Holland. I bet you heard about him!“ Your gaze went to Holland who slightly smiled, looked absolutely gorgeous in his suit. 

„Yeah, no, actually not I‘m deeply sorry.“ Your sheepish smile made Tom freeze. 

‚She didn’t know about him?‘ 

„Oh Holland! You should totally invite that girl over and show her all the movies you played in!“ 

„I don’t think that’s a good idea... You know i’m not good at watching my own movies...“ 

„Oh yes, you’re going to do that! Don’t worry!“ Tom swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. „Right, you’re right RDJ!“ He laughed. You just shrugged but someone who was also known as Chris Evans wanted to cheer so they all did, then again someone entered the stage and grabbed all the attention. 

„I am really pleased and absolutely happy to have someone as a guest today, the one musician who is worth a grammy and we have her here today! Y/n, my friend, come on!“ 

All eyes were on you, especially the ones of RDJ and all other people around the table. 

„Need to go, maybe see y’all.“ You smiled, drank the rest of champagne until you started to make the way up the stage a catwalk, people greeting you and waving, calling your name and wanting photos of you. 

„Holy shit, she’s famous?“ Tom Holland said immediately. 

„Wait, you didn’t know?“ Robert answered. 

„You guys should totally meet up, get to know each other.“ 

„Are you trying to hook us both up?“ 

„Well, I know you like such girls! Look at her, she’s a total catch. Aren’t you looking for someone who would make everyone jealous but would treat you totally right? Found that woman, you’re annoying us all with your heart horny needy way! She’s the girl for a living!“ Robert whispers to Tom, made sure no one heard them. 

Until Tom‘s gaze snapped back to the stage where you stood and quietly smiled. „I really really want to thank you all, that i’m here today! Actually, just a year ago I didn’t think that I could win a goddamn grammy. But there you can see, within a year everything can change. I am also really thankful for having my dear friend, Robert Downey Jr. who literally shoved me into that business. Would be totally lovely if you take a clap for him now.“ 

You smiled and waved at him until the whole room bursts in applause. „But I am also keen on knowing what could be the next thing happening. 2020 was a hard year, everyone knows this. 

I spend a long time on writing songs last year, I counted them. In total, 639 songs, tunes i hated a lot. I came up with 6 new songs for my album and today i want to perform two of them, Wanted and Weak In The Knees. 

On each of these tables around here are small QR codes, it would mean a lot to me if you give me a little feedback. Anyways, let’s get going, huh?“ YoU went backstage and got a clip on mic so you didn’t need to carry the whole thing around and also to drop your jacket down. You frame was only covered by the black shirt and a harness. 

For everyone around you looked dangerous yet attractive and when you walked on stage once more, Tom couldn’t take his eyes of the female. 

She looked so straight forward, as if she wanted to get all the guys to be all over her, yet so sexy he almost felt some butterflies in the pit of his stomach. 

‚Fuck... Not now, please.‘ 

The first song went off and Y/n looked incredible hot and also pretty, the second song got Tom slowly heated up. Weak in the knees was his current state and he knew, if you were going to come back to this place, he’ll die. In a good way though. 

„Robert.“ He called out. 

„Hm?“ 

„I-is she going to come back here?“ 

„Who? Y/n? Ohh no, no, no, she never does. After her performances she usually looks for a chill place on a rooftop bar to drink a martini or something, I can’t remember, really, sorry. But she gave me this, said i should give it to someone i think is meant to. Here you go.“ 

He hands him a business card like a brochure. He unfolded the paper and it seems like a location. „I- I have to go!“, Tom screeched and took his phone off the table, heading outside just to find that bar. 

When the young Holland reached the rooftop he recognised the female sitting on one couch, casually drinking her martini, just as Robert said. There weren’t a lot of people, just four or five, maybe two couples. „I‘m glad you came. C‘mere, sit down.“ Y/n signed the bartender he should get another drink ready for her almost date. Tom did what he said, almost shaking. „Woah, why are you that nervous?“ 

„I-I’m not nervous it’s just- uhm- hot.“ 

,What? Hot? Wow.‘ 

„Then take off your jacket?“ 

His eyes widen until he clumsy, as he was, takes it off and tosses it to the side. The bartender hands Tom Piña Colada, who thankful took the cocktail. The refreshing taste of juice run down his gullet. It was cold, he was happy about the cooling sensation. „Oh god-“ he moaned.

 „Huh? Are you okay?“ 

„Yes, I just needed a good and cold drink.“ 

„Glad you like it.“

„Didn’t know you know what I like, that kinda surprises me.“ 

„I know a lot of things, for example why you’re so nervous.“

Tom was speechless. Did you really know or did you just play pretend?

„You do? Tell me why then.“ He demanded and by the expression you gave him said that you knew exactly why he even was here.

„Attraction.“ You laughed and shook your head when he didn’t reply, telling you that you were right.

„Okay, listen, Holland. I’m not interested in dating or anything that considers being in a relationship. I cannot stand dating someone that travels around the world, when I also have to be at different places each and every week. I thought you wanted to do business and not ask me out.“ You said, placing some money on the little coffeetable, taking all your things and leaving.

You’re leaving him behind, heartbroken.

[buckyownsmylife]

out of the woods (chris evans x famous!reader smut)

the one where Chris watches an interview of you on the Ellen show

Warnings: mention of small stature in comparison to Chris, smut thoughts, Ellen Degeneres trash talking/thinking, cursing, mention of prescription medicine, talk of age gap (reader is younger than Chris), jacking off, daddy kink

WC: 3k

A/N: this doesn't really have an ending, so if you all like it, I might make a series out of it - the idea is that you are also famous (for acting, singing, writing) and have been friends with Chris but there's always this underlying tension between the two of you. It goes without saying, but I'll say it anyway: no, he's not married in this story nor do I intend to feature Alba in any part of it whatsoever.

Chris’ P.O.V.

I was scrolling through Twitter when I realized some fans were tagging me in a short video of Y/N on Ellen DeGeneres’ show. I knew she had gone there by herself, mostly to promote her new album, but also to give some publicity for our movie, so I was aware that she would probably talk about me at least a bit… Curiosity got the best of me and I clicked the link to check the video for myself.

She looked gorgeous as always, her hair down in that way I loved so much and her skin seemed to be as soft as ever under the mini dress she chose to wear, her legs stretching out and making her look taller than she actually was. I chuckled, remembering just how small she looked by my side.

I remembered one time when I lifted her up, bridal style, and spun her around the pub we had close to the set, after the Patriots had won a game. Despite not understanding the game, she tagged along and celebrated every time I got excited, like the cute person that she was. I got so transfixed by her giggles back then. They were the sweetest sound and the only thing I heard, despite the fact that we were in the middle of a very loud bunch of dudes. 

I found myself imagining again, as I had then, what it would be like to have her under me, trapped by my arms in bed, or better yet, against a wall, only my thighs securing her in place while I made her moan with my touch. How would she sound? Or, better yet, how would she feel?

Christ. 

Shaking my head, I tried to gather my thoughts so as to not let them stray too far in that direction, something I didn’t have much success in doing, despite the fact that I had been practicing that simple habit every single day since I met her. But it was proving to be a nightmare. She was just far too tempting.

Shaking my head once more, I focused on the video in front of me. My heartbeat had sped up as soon as it started, but I tried to tell myself it was because I was scared for her, since I knew how Ellen could get invasive sometimes.

“So, Y/N…” She started, eyeing my co-star. “You have just finished working on a movie with someone we’re very familiar with, isn’t it?”

Y/N giggled, nodding at the blonde woman. “I suppose so. We have just finished the promotion for it, maybe you guys have already seen it?” She asked the crowd, who went nuts at her. It was sweet to see this kind of feedback, I truly believed in our movie and the fact that I got to know her was just an added bonus.

“For those of you who don’t know what we’re talking about, it’s called ‘Be Here Now’ and it’s currently in a theater near you. Y/N stars alongside Chris Evans, who we love so dearly here, and they play brother and sister as they try to reconnect after their parents' passing.”

More applause at that. I couldn’t stop myself from rolling my eyes at her idea of love. Last time I was there, she made me pretty uncomfortable, and I knew I wasn’t the only one who felt that way.

“So, how was the process for you? We know you’re familiar with the filming process, since you star in your own series ‘Evermore’, that sent you to stardom, along with your songs, but you had said before you’d never act outside of it, since your true passion relies on music. What changed your mind?” Ellen sat back as she said that, already comfortable with the fact that something good would come out of this interview, since Y/N had been pretty vocal about what made her decide to do the movie, even with me.

“Chris did, actually. Or, in fact, the fact that he was cast in it.” A chorus of “aws” echoed around the room and there was no way to know if they were real or prompted, but they were quickly interrupted by the host.

“So, you were a fan?” She instigated, as to what Y/N nodded again.

“Of course. Well, my mom more than me, but I was the one who introduced his work to her, so…” She poked her tongue out at the camera, to which my heart (and my cock) jumped in response. “Ever since I got into this, when I first had the idea for Evermore with James, I told him time and time again I would never act outside of this, because I had no intention whatsoever on becoming an actress. I have always been in this for the music. Well, the writing. I’m a writer, I like writing scripts and songs, I’ve fallen into this performer thing by accident. But I’ve always been adamant about the fact that if I ever had the opportunity to act alongside Chris, I’d take it. It doesn’t matter that I don’t think I’m good enough. It didn’t even matter if the script was terrible, which thankfully wasn’t the case, I just really admire him and his work and I would never live with myself if I turned this opportunity down.”

Even though I knew most of this, I couldn’t help but to gloat at the fact that this incredible woman actually admired me. She was so much better than me in so many things, even acting, and she still thought I was great enough to get her to participate in a movie. 

“So, what I’m hearing is, you have a little crush, that’s right?” And there it was. The coup. Of course. That evil wench…

“That’s what you took out of everything I said? Jesus, Ellen, has anyone ever told you that you listen like a man?” Ouch. That one was perfect. Being the ambassador for females and lesbians everywhere, it couldn’t not hurt her, especially coming from someone as angelical, sweet and universally-loved as Y/N. I appreciated the quick second her smile faltered before it became plastered on her again.

“No, I haven’t heard that before… But tell me, have you met any of the other Marvel actors? I mean, granted, there are a lot of them now, but especially those who have worked closely with Chris?” Y/N shrugged at that.

“I have been friends with Elizabeth Olsen for a very long time, we’re very close, but other than that, no. I haven’t had the chance to properly meet, or rather, hang out with any of them.”

“Who’s first on your list?”

“Anthony Mackie,” Y/N promptly responded, getting a few laughs and claps from the audience.

“My, you had that answer ready” Ellen teased, to which Y/N simply shrugged again. 

“We talk through social media sometimes and I know for a fact he’s hilarious. I hope we get to meet sometime. I might just have to bug Chris about it.” She had already, in fact. I couldn’t wait to introduce them to each other and I was already planning my next party just to be able to make that happen.

“What about Sebastian?” Ellen asked, a glinter of something extremely suspicious in her eyes.

“Sebastian Stan? No, we haven’t met, but I’d love to get the chance to someday. He seems extremely sweet and I know he’s very talented and Chris loves him, so I think it’s a matter of time until it happens.”

“I heard somewhere you had a bit of a crush on him, right? Even if you don’t admit that you have one on Chris?” This fucking woman. I could fucking kill her right now. But, to my surprise, Y/N simply laughed.

“Truly, you have got to check your hearing sometime soon, because that is absolutely false.” 

“Really?” Ellen pushed, to which Y/N beamed even brighter at her.

“Positive.” A beat as the two women stared at each other down. “I think what you meant is that I have had a huge crush on his character, Bucky Barnes.” Y/N explained, laughing at the host. “I admit that only happened after I saw Sebastian’s portrayal of him, but my attraction to a fictional character can’t be really connected to him.”

Ellen nodded, obviously not paying attention to anything she was just saying. “Well, let’s figure out who do you actually feel attracted to, shall we? Let’s play fuck, marry or kill!”

The audience screamed and, to my surprise, Y/N didn’t even blink, a patient smile painting her lips as she calmly watched the interviewer. “So, Y/N, between Anthony, Sebastian and Chris, who would you rather fuck, marry or kill?”

Y/N shook her head, still smiling at the older woman. “I couldn’t possibly answer truthfully to this question, Ellen, mostly because I am not capable of feeling carnal attraction to people I have never met, but I can 100% assure you that I would marry Chris without blinking twice if there was a choice.” 

My heart skipped a beat at her words. The crowd went crazy, obviously satisfied with the answer.

“And you’re sure you don’t have a crush on him?” Ellen’s eyes glistened with mischief, as she stared at the younger woman.

“Ellen, I think the question here is… Are you sure *you don’t have a crush on him?” The laughs from the audience was the last thing to come from the video before it stopped, and I found myself echoing them in the silent living room. Oh my, how I missed this girl.

I tapped my fingers nervously on my jean-clad thigh, looking around the room. I had been staying in Boston with my family for the last few weeks, since the movie premiered and we had finished promotion, and I had found myself constantly calling her to share funny stories from my nephews or to hear about her day. I knew she wanted to meet my family, she had always said she admired the fact that we were so close, despite there being so many of us.

My mom obviously loved her, having been a fan of hers long before I even heard about her existence. So what if…? 

Before I could second-guess myself, I pressed call in the name of the woman I had been thinking about. The phone rang three times before she picked up, stopping me from giving up on this crazy idea.

“Hey, Chris! How are you? I missed talking to you, it’s so weird seeing you everyday for four months and then suddenly not at all anymore.” I know I was literally forty, but I literally melted at this girl’s words.

“Did you now? Is that because you wish we were married, so we could see each other everyday?” Her breath hitched as she realized I had seen the video and I could just imagine the cute little embarrassed expression she was probably sporting right now. I tried to ignore the fact that my words and tone of speaking had suddenly become way too similar to when I was flirting with a girl.

“Fuck, you saw the interview.” I had never heard Y/N curse before, so the fact that I suddenly had no control over my mouth could be explained by the unavailability of blood in my head, since it had all gone south.

“Come stay with me for a while,” I spilled suddenly. Silence was the only answer I got from the other side of the call and my heart sped up in a way that only happened when I was truly anxious. I was already cursing myself out for scaring the poor girl when she finally answered.

“Are you serious?” She asked, her voice barely over a whisper. It was obvious how vulnerable she was feeling, and a sense of overprotectiveness overcame me. “Please don’t joke about this, Evans. This better not be a prank. ‘Cause I really do miss you a lot.”

Fuck indeed. There was no way something good would come out of this idea, but there was no way I would go back either.

“Of course I’m being serious. Come to Boston. You can stay with me, but I think my mom is going to steal you before you even settle in.” A large breath came from the other side.

“Okay. Okay! I’m going to pack my bags. Yay! I’m so excited!” She was clearly jumping up and down with the perspective of what was to come, and I couldn’t help the smile that painted my lips not only at her cuteness, but also due to my own excitement at her arrival. 

“Great! I’ll be waiting.” My heartbeat still hadn’t gotten back to a normal speed. “Text me the details of your arrival, I’ll pick you up at the airport.”

“Chris, I don’t think that’s such a good idea…” I knew what she meant. If someone caught sight of us together at the airport, or even the fact that she was here in Boston, all hell would break loose in the press.

“Shhh, don’t worry about it, baby girl. I’ll take care of it.” I froze, only then realizing what I had just called her. A few seconds ticked by while I silently freaked out, wondering how I could brush this over, when she intervened.

“Thanks, Chris. That was pretty much the best thing I’ve ever heard. I just might forgo my prescription medicine while I’m over there, because you’ve been able to completely relax me with just two sentences.” She giggled and if I was at first leaning towards thinking she was sarcastically teasing me, just by the nature of her words, the tone of her voice made it clear that she actually meant what she had just said.

Once again, I was at a loss for words, especially because I couldn’t help but to allow myself to imagine that this was her, flirting with me a little bit. The blood I so desperately needed in my brain had once again left to pump another organ full of life. I was saved from having to answer, though, as Y/N quickly wrapped up the conversation.

“I’ll text you the details of my flight in a little bit. See you soon, angel.” She hung up before I could process the nickname she had given me. 

“Fucking hell,” I whispered, finally relenting and getting up from the couch to take a shower to rub one off.

I had found myself in this situation more times than usual after meeting Y/N. Normally, I’d only do it out of boredom, preferring to fuck someone whenever I’d get sexually frustrated. But the last few times I had taken girls from parties into my bedroom, I could only see her. Y/N. And I hated how disgusting I felt after it was done, the fact that I didn’t care about the girl I just fucked and the fact that I imagined my younger friend.

So now I resorted to this kind of activity. As the warm water started to hit my body, I allowed my right hand to travel the extent of my body until I found my hardened member. “Fuck,” I found myself whispering into the bathroom as I tugged on my cock. Images that I had spent a lot of time concocting in my head flashed in front of me, all of them starred by Y/N. 

I imagined her nude body here with me, under the falling water. How her breasts would heave with every breath she took. Would she be as filled with desire for me as I was for her? I imagined the path the warm droplets of water would run across her skin and how I wished I could lick its remnants. 

Maybe she’d fall to her knees before me, looking up from under her eyelashes with that coy expression that drove me crazy. Her lips would softly kiss the tip of my cock and she’d still be watching me, analyzing my reactions. I would do my best to restrain myself, allowing her to get accustomed to my member, but my hands would eventually find their way to her wet strands, creating a makeshift ponytail that would facilitate my vision of her work while I still managed to control myself and not use it to guide her.

She’d kiss the skin all around my cock, quick little kisses just to tease me before going further down to suck on my balls. I’d throw my head back, begging her to do what I needed, and she’d finally succumb, wrapping her lips around my tip before slowly sucking further down my dick. She’d be relentless, eventually being able to swallow my whole member down her throat, and I would look down again to see her looking up at me with a proud gaze in her eyes.

“Such a good girl,” I would whisper, just before I finally snapped, using my grip on her hair to pull her from my cock until just the tip remained tightly squeezed by her lips, until I pushed her all the way against me again. “Take this fucking cock like the little perfect girl you are for daddy.”

And she’d take it like a pro, a satisfied smile on her lips as I fucked her mouth, eventually breaching into her throat, making her gasp for air, tears in her eyes as her hands flew to my hips in an attempt to slow me down. But she wouldn’t really, opting for simply carving her nails on my flesh as she took every single rope of cum I’d deposit between her eager lips.

Fuck. I let the water wash away the sin I had just committed while sending up a prayer for better control when Y/N arrived. The last thing I needed was to be stuck in the bathroom, touching myself while she was at my house.

[mrcavill88]

My night in Hollywood

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Chris Evans x Henry Cavill x Male reader

Summary: Your first film role definitely has its ups and downs. A large pay check? Good. A kickstart to your career? Even better. But a night with three of Hollywoods leading men? The absolute best

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, daddy kink, pet names “little boy, baby, doll”, ass slapping, stripping, nipple playing, breeding kink, dick sucking, handjob, unprotected sex

Who knew being famous was so tough?

I’m constantly being bombarded by fans desperate for an autograph. The Hollywood life seems glamorous, and that it is, but not without its downside. The upside? All the hot actors in Hollywood, oh how I loved seeing a sexy man on screen. I recently landed a role on a film with some of Hollywoods leading men and holy cow was it a joyride. I walked into the hotel I would be staying at for the shooting of this film and who do I see as soon as I walk into the elevator? Henry Cavill, Sebastian Stan, and Chris Evans.

The scarlet color on my face is noticeable as I instantly start fanboying over the three buff men. “Hello there, you’re y/n right? I’m Henry, pleasure to meet you love”. He stuck his thick hand out and I shook it with much ebullience. I took my spot in the elevator, right in between Sebastian and Chris, feeling so small next to the 6 feet men.

What was in reality 30 seconds felt like 3 hours in the elevator. Sweat building up on my forehead as the men continued to spark conversation with me. My words fumbled and completely shaky. We reached my floor and I bolted out the doors and hastily walked to my room and instantly shut the door. I was a mess. My chest popping in and out of my body, a noticeable bulge in my tight pants. But as I went to change my clothes, a small envelope slid through my door.

“Reservation at Giovanni’s Italian cuisine for two, 7:30 pm at the luxury suite.

My baby y/n, please join me tonight for dinner, I would love to get to know you. See you soon, Sebastian”

I was fucked. Butterflies pacing through my stomach as the feeling of love and affection enveloped my soul. But was I gonna pass up this opportunity? Hell no. I checked the clock and it was currently 6:00, “how the hell did he reserve the place so quickly?” I thought. I rushed into my luggage and picked out a loose blue and white striped button up and white kakis which kinda showed off my ass.

I got into my car, put my sunglasses on and started driving to the restaurant. “What if he doesn’t like me?” “What if this is all a joke?” Thoughts filled my head as I headed to the restaurant, making me more nervous than I already was.

I walked in and it was the most classy restaurant I have ever been to. Red velvety floors covered the place with beautiful floral arrangements and classical music. “Reservation with Sebastian at 7:30, in the luxury suite,” I said to the hostess. “Right this way please,” she replied as we walked up the extravagant stairs into the luxury suite. She opened the door and

There he was

Waiting for me in a tight black polo shirt that complimented his rippling biceps, and jeans that were definitely, tight. “H-hi Sebastian,” I said with a trembling voice. He walked up to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. “Hey y/n, I’m so happy you came tonight, I hope you like this place cause I really wanted to have a great time tonight, please sit.”

I sat down in the expensive chair and couldn’t help but notice the beautiful view from the window. “Wow! This place is so nice, I can see the whole city from here!” Sebastian grabbed my hand. “Yeah it’s nice but I think I like what I see from here more,” biting his lip. I instantly started blushing, biting my lip to try and calm it down but the redness of my cheeks just got more obvious. I was completely fucked, in a desperate way to change the subject, “So, I wanna try this ravioli they got here, I heard it’s amazing”, I said trying to change the subject. “Yeah let me order, I already know what I’m getting”.

Sebastian ordered our food and I was set for the best date, and the first date, of my life. Who knew a celebrity could be so down to earth and so cordial? But of course, the physical and, sexual appeal was crazy as the Romanian man was extremely romantic.

“Oh, well I’m stuffed, we should get going. This food is pre-paid so don’t even worry about it. Should I take you home?” “Oh thanks but I drove here so I think I’ll be fine,” I answered. “Are you sure?”, he asked with a serious somewhat dour look on his face. “Uhm, actually, maybe you should,” I said nervously hoping he wouldn’t be offended.

We cleaned up and left the restaurant, he took me into his expensive car and started driving back to the hotel. Something felt off, he was being extremely seductive and touchy, grabbing my thigh and rubbing my chest. Did I like it? Of course.

I walked into the hotel and entered the elevator with him just to see two familiar faces once again, Chris and Henry.

“Oh y/n! Great to see you again! Looks like you’ve had some fun with my friend Seb huh?” Chris said with a funny expression. I couldn’t help but nod and gulp as I entered the elevator with the three men.

We were going up and all of a sudden, Sebastian presses the emergency stop button. I was completely confounded, not knowing what was going on. I tried to push the button again but the three men cornered me in this godforsaken box.

“What does this little boy think he’s doing?” Henry asked as he stroked my hair. I started to sweat, and slightly panic. “W-why’d you stop the elevator?” I said hoping this just was some kind of stupid joke. I reached for the button again until Sebastian covered my mouth with his large hand and pinned me up against the wall.

I didn’t even have time to say anything before my clothes started coming off. They started kissing and biting my body relentlessly and I couldn’t help but moan and whine. “Oh baby I wanna fuck you so bad,” Sebastian said as he and Chris started removing my shirt and pants, leaving me in my tiny little spandex.

“Lay in my lap doll,” Henry said gesturing toward me. I felt so exposed and fragile in the moment. “Count” he said as he smacked my ass cheek. I screamed and jolted a little at the surprising pain and arousal that came from it, “o-one” *SMACK* “t-two” *SMACK* “t-three”. One slap quickly became 15 as Henry continued slapping my ass cheeks until they were bright scarlet and my cheeks were soaked in tears.

“What a good boy you are, now let daddy make you feel good,” Sebastian sad as he grabbed my and gagged my mouth. I was in heaven. Henry started twisting and teasing my nipples as Chris shoved his fingers in and out of my hole. Sebastian rubbing up against my body and his dirty talk made me more aroused than I should’ve been. Cock twitching and my skin soaked in sweat. “Daddy!” I whined as my body was being violated by three sexy men. “Oh the things you do to me baby, now open up for daddy”.

Sebastian whipped out his 10 inch cock and teased my hole making more unholy noises leave my mouth. And all of a sudden, *THRUST* his dick was sliding in and out my hole at a rapid pace. Henry shoved his dick into my mouth and started fucking my face. I moaned on his dick sending vibrations up his cock. “Ugh f-fuck baby you’re so naughty. In the midst of all this sexual pleasure, Chris shoved his dick in my hand. “Come on baby, make me cum,” he said as I started jerking him off.

I was gonna lose it, my body completely drowned in pleasure. “D-addy, I c-can’t take it! I’m gonna c-cum daddy!”. “C-come on baby, w-wait for your daddies, don’t be a s-selfish little b-boy”. At those words, my cock shot a load of cum onto Sebastian’s broad chest. Sebastian felt my hole tighten around his cock and came in my hole, filling my walls with his warm and sticky baby batter. I was completely cum drunk. I collapsed onto Henry’s chest. The three men held me in their strong embrace as the night neared its end, nothing could have ruined this night, except the fact that we were in a damn elevator.

THE END

Thanks for reading everyone hope y’all enjoyed it! (I know it kinda sucks)

[infictionalwonderland]

Hey, I hope you’re having a good day! I had an idea, Marvel cast flirting with y/n for x minutes?

. . MARVEL CAST FLIRTING WITH Y/N Y/L/N FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT!

Coming home from an extremely long and stressful day/week was unfortunately something very familiar to you—so familiar that you and your best friend (your not famous best friend who was your pilar through all the chaos fame brought) had created a little routine; she’d send you various videos and links to movies and online books she knew would relax and amuse you.

So, cuddled up in your bed with your pyjamas and your star lights on (a true child at heart, always) you opened up your chats with them and eagerly swiped to see that they’d sent.

‘Marvel Cast Flirting with Y/N Y/L/N For 10 Minutes Straight!’ was the video for tonight.

Immediately you cackled to yourself, hurriedly sending your best friend thanks in the form of ironic emojis and frantic proclamations of undying love, before loading up the (true to prior word) ten minute long video.

Surely this was an exaggeration.

The video began, large letters in a cute font appearing on the dark screen ‘the marvel cast all being in love flirting with y/n for ten minutes’. The quick ‘AS THEY SHOULD’ before the clips started playing made you giggle to yourself.

The first clip was from some years back, you were pretty sure this was a premiere for The Avengers, given how you looked and the quality—you were standing opposite on interview, smile on your face and dressed in a pretty outfit the same colour of your character’s aesthetic.

“How do you feel about your costume?”

Before you could even answer the interviews question, Scarlett intercepted your interview—hair in a short red bob and a smirking grin at her lips as she wrapped an arm around your waist.

“Well I know how we all feel about this ladies costume, it’s a beautiful piece that just makes the women wearing all the more beautiful. If that’s even possible.”

The edit quickly gave Scarlett beating heart eyes for you as she didn’t tear her eyes away from you for a second—making present time you laugh.

With that she kissed your cheek, leaving a red mark of her lipstick and walked away, dramatically winking in your direction.

The second clip was a blooper, from .. Captain America: Civil War, you thought. You were on Sebastian’s shoulders, thighs locked over his head—in character, as your character and his were mid fight.

He stumbled back over a table accidentally and you let out a startled yelp, hands flying to steady yourself in his long hair and one of his landing on your arse cheek to steady you as he steadied himself with the other.

“Is it bad that I’m loving this?”

“SEBA—“

“Cut!”

The third clip was you and Lizzie (Elizabeth Olsen) reacting fan tweets; Lizzie unrolled the piece of paper, her eyes lighting up as she giggled with a little smirk.

“Elizabeth. .” You wearily trailed off, looking at your friend.

“Sorry, sorry. Okay! This tweet says if i could just pretty BEEP please with the juiciest most mouthwatering cherry on top get a not kid friendly scene of Wanda and (Your Character) I could die peacefully, my wish fulfilled. I implore you marvel, listen to your dying fan.”

“That tweet had over fifty thousand likes as well.” A feminine voice added in from behind the camera, laughter in her tone.

You and Lizzie turned to each other at the same time, grinning.

“I mean the fan is dying babe. .”

“Right? We should totally make this happen, like, totally.” She gave you a cheeky once over, eyes appreciating all of you. “Because it was the fans wish, not mine, duh.” Lizzie added.

“Mhm.” You hummed with a smirk.

The fourth clip was a evidently some sort of ‘guess the body part’ game: a photo of what you were pretty sure was your bottom half was the picture currently used for guessing, in the picture you were leaned over in a pair of yoga pants and in your personal opinion, you looked good. Well, your arse looked good (amazing, otherworldly—you humbly added)

Lizzie was the first person to answer, the video showing each persons turn one by one and immediately she said, “that’s my girl. Y/N.” Then giggling she added, “now get my girls booty off the screen, I don’t need you all ogling her. We get enough of that, sometimes causes a strain on us. But we’ve remained strong together.”

Paul Rudd was next and he stared at the picture of you for a few solid seconds, “it’s Y/N.” He sheepishly admitted. He pointed an accusing finger dramatically towards the camera—“I only know this because of all the edits you guys make!”

“You don’t have to watch them.” The interviewer pointed out innocently; Paul pouted, grumbling.

Next was Anthony who instantly answered, “That’s Y/N right here!” He hyped you up, grinning. “Don’t even try and make it creepy, we do glutes together man, it’s why we’re the best asses in the cast. Up top!” Anthony exclaimed, holding his hand up towards the picture as if pretending to high five you or something—the interviewer timidly gave him a high five.

Sebastian was next as you (and everyone) watch his eyes flicker and grin that was more of a smirk spread across his cheeks, “that’s definitely y/n.” He assumed instantly. “Would’ve been able to tell you that blindfolded.”

“But—“

“I’d have just sensed her.” Sebastian giggled.

Chris Evans was next—a grin picked up on his face immediately, eyes trained on the photo of you and he ran a hand over his beard, lightly biting his lip (HEELLLOOO????)

“That’s Y/n.” Chris stated confidently, smirking lightly and the camera caught some of the team in line of sight exchange raised eyebrows.

The fifth clip was of Brie Larson who was being interviewed on some sort of premiere event again—presumably or her (marvellous) movie, Captain Marvel, smiling at the interviewer.

“Out of all of the people on the Marvel Cast, those who you’ve met, do you have a favourite out of them?” The interview questioned.

“I’m not really one for favourites but I would definitely say I’m closest to Y/n! She’s—she’s just so lovely and funny and she’s like a ray of sunshine, honestly. She’s been a great help in the filming process as well, she coached me through everything with so patience—I would’ve strangled me if I was her, but no, she just had that adorable smile on her face. She’s truly an amazing person and a better friend than I thought possible.” Brie answered enthusiastically with a soft smile.

“Awwww! We love to hear that—are any of the rumours about her true?”

Brie blinked, seeming taken aback for a brief moment— “Yes she does smell amazing, she’s always effortlessly beautiful, she’s unfailingly hilarious and yes no one in this world deserves her. But like. . if she’s open to it,” Brie paused, winking at the camera and making a call me sign with her hands and mouthing the words with a flirty grin.

The sixth clip was of you, Tom Holland, RDJ, Paul Bettany, Zoe Saldana and Pom Klementieff on Jimmy Kimmel, tasked with drawing your characters. The clip started just as you turned around the drawing of your character and well, it was actually surprisingly good in your own opinion—the audience immediately erupted into loud and obnoxious cheers.

“As great as that is, love, it still doenst capture the extent of your beauty.” Tom Holland, who was sat to your left, grinned cheekily at you and the audience practically shouted and hooted.

“Would anything ever?” Zoe shot back from your right side, twirling a lock of your hair affectionately and smiling as she leaned against you.

“I sincerely doubt that anything could.” RDJ piped up, giving you an unapologetic grin when you looked over at him with fond exasperation as the crowd was practically inconsolable in their glee and enthusiasm, shouting out your praises. “Give it up for sunshine, people. Our gorgeous ray of sunshine!”

“I—“

“They are quite right, Y/n.” Paul Bettany spoke over Jimmy who was obviously going to try and calm down his crowd.

The seventh clip started playing: it was a clip taken from Jacob Batalon’s story, clearly in a party setting—the video showed you and Zendaya in the centre of the dance floor, everyone around you clearly watching you both as you danced up against each other to the sounds of Yeah! by Usher.

“Mate I think your girls about to be stole.” The voice of Tom’s friend, Harrison, sounded from beside Jacob and presumably Tom himself and to empathise Harrison’s words, Jacob zoomed in on your faces, wide grins of ecstasy, and the way Zendaya was admiring you.

“Right in public as well, the scandal.” Jacob cackled.

The eighth clip was an interview of Chris Evans and McKenna Grace (you adored that little girl to pieces). The two of them were answering the ‘Webs Most Searched Question’s’ together.

“Who was.. Chris Evans, date at the Oscars?”

McKenna immediately ooed, smiling teasingly and Chris laughed from beside her.

“This is getting juicy!”

“Well, it was my mom one year and then my sister last year—“

“He wishes it was Y/n though.” The little girl laughed with a beaming smile on her lips and you, present time, arched a brow.

Chris bashfully chuckled with a smile and you swore you could see a genuine red hue on his cheeks, “I mean—it’s Y/n. Anyone would be happy to go with her.”

“I would be!” McKenna excitedly exclaimed as she grinned so sweetly you were now going to make sure you took this sweet child with you to the Oscar’s, Chris seemed to melt as well, recovering from his brief flustered moment.

The ninth clip was Sebastian and Anthony reading out their thirst tweets in a Buzzfeed interview, the clip started as Sebastian was pulling out a tweet from the large bucket.

He read it to himself and blushed faintly, Anthony’s eyebrows practically reaching his forehead as he tried to lean over and read it but Sebastian jokingly shoved him back.

“Oh for—That scene where (Your Character) chokes baby Bucky out with her thighs, his—his head all up in there; the shit I would give to be her, I would give my soul, my fridge, my moms purse, my dads golf clubs. Please, sir. Put your face between my legs like you did Y/n.”

By the end of the tweet, Sebastian had a deeply awkward and slightly perturbed look on his face and Anthony cackled at his side.

“Nah, I’m pretty sure he was more than happy with it being Y/n, wouldn’t change it even for your dads golf clubs.” Anthony laughed.

“That’s. . I’m gonna have to decline that, um, respectfully.” Sebastian spoke in regards to the tweet, ignoring Anthony.

In turn, Anthony ignored Sebastian as well and just dramatically kept winking at the camera.

The tenth clip was Cobie Smulders, who was being interviewed on some sort of carpet event, smile on her face as she spoke to the interviewer before her.

“How does it feel knowing that the lesbian community, myself included, are firmly rooting for your character, Maria and Y/N’s character (Your Character) to end up together?”

Cobie’s smile turned genuinely delighted, “I love it—we love it. Y/n and I actually have made so many PowerPoints and presented them to the Russo brothers, but alas. I do really want to end up with her—oops, sorry, wait. I really want my character to end with hers. . would be the appropriate wording. But I’m all for inappropriate if Y/n wants.”

Cobie jokingly bit her lip at the camera and you, watching the video, could not contain your laughter as the interviewer practically burst out with excitement.

The eleventh clip was a blooper from your filming of the avengers—you were standing next to Chris Hemsworth who had an arm around your waist, holding you to him as in the scene his character, Thor, flies the both of you away. But Chris quickly tugged you in front of him and began tickling you mercilessly, hysterical giggles falling from your lips as the people around you laughed as well.

“Chris, HAVE MERCY!”

“Aw, but I enjoy hearing your laughter. It’s a very pretty sound.” Chris laughed to himself, finally stopping his attack and letting you slump against his, back to his front. “I particularly like this as well.” He smirked down at you.

“CHRI—“

In the twelfth clip, you and Tessa Thompson were reading out thirst tweets together: “The feminine urge to fall asleep cuddled into Y/n’s boobs is too real, pls come here mommy.” You read out, giggling all the while.

“The urge is so strong.” Tess commented, nodding her add as she sneakily glanced at your chest with a innocent smile.

“Come here, baby.” You joked, laughing as you opened your arms for her and she practically leaped into them, resting her head on your chest.

“I’m living the dreams of millions right now and it feels amazing.” Tessa gloated jokingly, pulling away from you with only final squeeze and a little wink the camera caught.

“I concur.” You grinned back.

The thirteenth clip was you and Tom Hiddleston, talking with an interviewer on a carpet event. His arm was around your waist and both of you were wearing smiles greeting the interviewer.

“So, obviously, you both act in marvel movies, but not really close together! If you could, would you want to work more closely and have you characters be more involved?”

“I absolutely would.” Tom immediately replied with an honest, heartwarming smile. “And personally, it’s not even a fact of our characters being intertwined it’s more that working this fantastic woman beside me is a gift I have come to deeply cherish, truly it’s an honour. And I suppose, if our characters were to get involved, so to speak, that I would enjoy that because this is the y/n y/l/n, I’d be a mad man not to want that.” He finished charmingly.

You grinned, taking a bow, and both Tom and the interviewer laughed before that clip cut as well.

The fourteenth clip was at Comic-Con, mostly everyone on the cast had already been called out and taken their seats and then your name was called, the audience erupting into loud cheers.

Sebastian, who was sat next to your assigned seat, hopped and and jogged over to offer you his arm as you grinned and waved at everyone—the crowd screaming louder at his actions.

The screams only increased as Chris Evans and Don Cheadle got up to pull out your chair for you to sit down in—you pretended to swoon into Sebastian before kissing all of their cheeks and taking your seat.

“Where was the treatment for me?” RDJ joked.

“Man, they’re just whipped. But, like, who isn’t for Y/n?” Anthony stage whispered back to him and the crowd literally roared in excitement.

The fifteenth clip was Aaron Taylor-Johnson being interviewed with Lizzie for the Age of Ultron press, most probably.

“So, Aaron, obviously your character—spoilers, sorry—isn’t with us anymore but if you had the chance to explore Pietro more, who would you have wanted to explore a romance with?”

“(Your Character) definitely, Y/N.” Aaron answered with a little sheepish grin at the speed and Lizzie giggled into her palm.

“I’m not making fun, I agree, for myself.” Lizzie commented unprompted.

“Why is that?” The interviewer questioned.

“Why—mate, I think it’s pretty obvious. Y/n is such a stunning person, inside and out, I would have loved to—and obviously her character is extremely sick and I’m certain the relationship between her and Pietro would’ve been the stuff of legends but. . come on, Y/n Y/l/n is my real reason.” Aaron joked.

“Get your own girl, she’s mine.” Lizzie glared.

There were still many minutes left of the video left and that alone astounded you; overcome with cackles, you forwarded the video the your Marvel groupchat—so yall bitches like obsessed with me or sum 🥰🥰🥰