#you know it's hard to find angry chris evans

[peppermintquartz]

Related to this. Maybe I'll find some time to glue it all together into a fic idk

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Anger is a welcome change from the numbness he's felt since Chris went to Texas, but Eddie finds it uncomfortably familiar, like an old shirt that he thought he'd thrown away.

Pulling up to a familiar bungalow, he contemplates leaning on his horn, then decides to be more civil. He strides up to the front door and presses the doorbell.

Tommy emerges, shirtless and sleepy-eyed, his hair a mess. His pajama bottoms are blue with yellow ducklings.

"Eddie?" Suddenly he's alert. "Is Evan okay?"

That question throws Eddie off his purpose for coming by. "Yeah, yes he is. He's home now" He takes a deep breath, lets the anger fill up inside again. "Also, if you have a problem with me, you talk to me, alright? Leave him alone."

Tommy squints at him and breathes out slowly, shaking his head. "I can't believe this."

"What?"

"What, Evan can't fight his own battles so he sends you instead?"

"What?" Eddie sputters. "First of all, screw you. Second of all, Buck doesn't know I'm here. He'll be so pissed if he finds out."

"So why are you here?" Tommy asks. His broad shoulders, usually relaxed and friendly, fill the doorway. His blue eyes bear into Eddie, even though he's clearly just got up.

Eddie glares at Tommy. "If you were pissed at me taking up his time, why did you blow up at him?"

Folding his arms, Tommy matches the intensity of Eddie's stare. "I'm not going to justify my actions towards Evan to you, Eddie. If he's angry about it, he can talk to me himself. As for you? Well. I wasn't gonna go shout at you. I don't kick someone when they're down for the count."

Fury flashes across Eddie's mind and he steps closer to Tommy. "What do you mean, down for the count? I don't need your pity."

"No, you don't." Tommy stands his ground in the doorway. For the first time since they befriended each other, he seems to loom over Eddie. "You don't need my pity, but for God knows what reason, you seem to need my boyfriend."

"You jealous?" Eddie knows that should not have been said.

"Yes," the other man admits readily. His upper lip curls. "And that's all you're getting from me, Eddie. Nothing - and no one - else." He slams the door in Eddie's face.

Eddie takes a few deep breaths. Option one: go back and stew about this matter. Option two: do something very stupid.

He pounds on the door. "Hey! I'm not done." He doesn't hear Tommy coming back to the front door, so he shouts, "I know where you keep the spare key!"

It takes about ten seconds and the door swings open so fast that Eddie stumbles through. He straightens and meets Tommy's cold gaze.

"You and me, Muay Thai. You're pissed at me? Take it out on me."

Tommy scoffs. "And hurt you badly enough that Evan feels even more sorry for you? No."

"As if you can land a single hit," Eddie jibes. "I'm still the better fighter and you know it. That's why you're all talk, claiming to want to deal with Buck only, when in reality you're just surrendering him to the better- ooof!"

Tommy has Eddie pinned to the wall by his collar. The big guy moved so fast that Eddie didn't see it coming.

"I'm gonna kick your ass so hard," Tommy growls, barely an inch from Eddie's face, "you'll be crawling back to Texas just to get away from me."

[imyourbratzdoll]

Hi can you write Chris angst with happy ending, where the reader is younger than him and not from the US, Chris and reader have a fight and he says something he didn't mean, bc the reader didn't have anyone to go to so she went to chris' mom's house and tell her about the fight. Thank youu!

hello! I hope you enjoy this, this was probably the longest thing I've written as well, haha. thank you for sending it in!

warning - angst, happy ending.

the gif I use isn't mine, dividers by @newlips and @firefly-graphics

While Chris is away at work, I usually stay at his house, which he says is mine. I make sure it’s spotless before he comes home. I look after Dodger and take him for walks. When I know Chris will be home, there’s always a hot plate of food ready for him and a nice cold beer. I have to admit. It was hard to get acquainted in a country I didn’t know that well. I was thankful for Lisa as she helped a lot. 

The hardest thing about dating a well-known actor was the fans once they found out I was much younger than Chris. It was on, they’d try and make my life a living hell, and they made sure it was known I wasn’t deserving of a man like Chris Evans. But to them, no woman was unless it was themselves.

Chris has been distant lately. We used to talk all the time while he worked. Facetime, calls, texts. You name it, and we did it. But recently, he’s stopped. I receive one-word answers now and no good morning or goodnight texts, no I love you’s during the day. Just nothing…

Today, I cleaned the whole house, took Dodger to his usual dog park, fed him and made dinner. Making myself look presentable for Chris. The front door slams open as I finally sit down and start a movie while cuddling Dodger. An irritated Chris storms through, and he places his things down before turning towards me. A sneer appears on his face.

“So this is what you do all day? Just sit on your ass and watch tv?” Ignoring what I’m about to say, he stalks over to the kitchen and swings open the fridge door, grabbing a beer before popping the cap off and gulping most of it down. I slowly get up, feeling my chest tighten at his words. No hug, no gentle greeting. Just bitterness, like black coffee without the milk and sugar.

I give Dodger a small pat before heading into the kitchen, where Chris is drinking a second beer, leaning against the counter and glaring at the hot food on the stove. I nervously pick at my nails, carefully walking towards Chris and placing a soft hand on his arm. My mouth opens as I’m about to speak, but Chris’s head snaps toward me, and the harsh glare on his face causes me to flinch back.

“Can’t you just fuck off already?! You’re always fucking here! Always fucking texting and calling me! You’re so fucking clingy. You called me during work and interrupted a scene! You sit around here all day and do fucking nothing! I do all the fucking work, and I can’t even come home and get a fucking break!”

“I–I…” I try to blink away, the tears forming. Chris backs me into the table as his harsh words pierce through me. Spit flying from how angry he is.

“You– you what?! Huh?! GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!” I can’t even feel my heart breaking as I take off. I don’t see Dodger running into the room and practically tackling his dad whilst barking. Everything is a blur, and I quickly run out of the house, not even daring to take a car, as that’ll just add to Chris’s hatred. 

I’ve been running for a while, not knowing where I’d end up as I didn’t have anyone. My feet managed to take me to Lisa’s house, and I anxiously waited at the front door after knocking, thinking that maybe coming here wouldn’t be a good idea. I mean… What if she hates me too? What if I’m just a burden and I should just leave and never turn back, but before I can turn and try and find my way, the door opens.

“Y/n?” Lisa’s eyes widen at the sight of me before quickly ushering me in. I didn’t even notice I was crying or that my feet were bleeding, “oh dear, what happened?” I’m so spaced out that I don’t notice her leading me over to the couch and sitting me down. As Lisa returns with hot chocolate, a blanket is wrapped around my shivering form. Once she sets it down, she looks me over and takes my hand. 

My mouth opens and closes for a while as I try to find the words. “I– uh, Chris… He came home….” I slowly take a sip of the drink in my hand, even though my stomach is in knots, and I feel like I’ll throw up at any minute. Lisa patiently waits for me to continue, knowing I need some time for my head to wrap around all of it. “He’s been distant lately and– and he came home, said something about how I do nothing all day, and then, he disappeared to the kitchen. Already two beers in when I reached him….” I break out into a sob. Lisa’s hand connects with my back and gives it a rub. 

“He– he, uh, said a lot of things… Mean things, and he told me to get out, so I ran, and this is where I ended up. I’m so sorry, Lisa. I’m bothering you.” I go to stand, but she quickly pushes me down before giving me a motherly hug. 

“You’re never a bother, dear. My son shouldn’t have said or reacted like this, and I’m sorry for how he’s treated you. Now come on, let’s run you a bath and then you can sleep in the guest bedroom.” She stands, holding her hand out, and once I grab it, she leads me to the guest room before she heads into the bathroom, running the bath for me. Once she thinks it’s perfect, she comes out and informs me, and I head in. I strip down and hand her my clothes before relaxing in the tub.

As I sit there, the day catches up to me. A tear falls, and then another, until a full sob leaves my lips. I place my head into my hands at the feeling of heartbreak. My hand runs down my face. The stress of it all is visible on my face. I’m broken out of my daze when there’s a knock on the door, “I’ve placed a clean pair of clothes on the bed. If you need anything else, don’t hesitate to ask, dear.” I mutter a thank you, deciding to get out and sleep the pain away.

I dried off and changed into the clean clothes put out for me before crawling under the covers, regretting sleep as my night was filled with nightmares. Waking up every two hours, sweat covering my forehead as a new nightmare has appeared. Soon the sun rose, and so did I, even more exhausted than I was before, slowly rising from the bed and pushing the covers off of me. I leave the room and head down to where Lisa is.

I stand in the doorway, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I wish her a good morning. She spins, and her eyes widen at my state before she rushes over, “oh dear.” Her arms wrap tightly around me, I want to cry, but it feels like there’s nothing left. “Come, sit. I’ve made breakfast.” For a while, we talk and get things done around the house. It’s around the afternoon when we hear a knock on the door. Lisa lays a hand on my knee, excusing herself before going toward the front door.

My heart starts to race as I hear his voice. He seems to be pleading with his mother. I slowly stand before making my way over there, placing a gentle hand on Lisa’s shoulder. “It’s okay, Lisa, thank you.” She looks at me, and I nod, turning toward Chris as she leaves. His appearance is horrible, bags under his eyes, his eyes are bloodshot and puffy, and tears are rolling down his face. 

“What do you want?” My arms cross, knowing I look just as horrible as him. His heart breaks even more at the sight. He goes to reach out, but I flinch away, and Chris feels his world shatter. 

“I– I made a mistake. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t in the right, and I took it out on you, baby. I’m so so sorry. Please forgive me.” At this point, big fat tears were leaving his pretty blue eyes. He continues to plead, beg, anything and everything, but my heart hurts too much to forgive him.

“I, uhm… think we should take a break for a while. It hurts too much to forgive you right now….” I bite my lip hard, trying not to break out into tears. “I’ll come to pick my things up later….” Chris’s mouth drops open as he begs for this not to happen, but my mind has been made up. The distance was one thing that went on for months, but the fight that’s what pushed this.

Chris watches as Y/n packs all of her things, both hearts breaking. Chris regretted everything the minute the words left his mouth, hell, even when he was distancing himself. Dodger hasn’t come close to him since then, but the moment the dog saw you, he was all over you, licking you and giving you attention. He hasn’t left your side since. Chris felt his world slipping through his fingers.

God, he wished that he had talked to you. He wished he talked about how stressed he was instead of distancing himself, and he wished that he didn’t let his co-workers or fans get to his head about how you were much younger than him, that you were taking him for granted. That one day, you’d look at him and realise you could do so much better, god. Chris wished he could go back and slap himself for being so stupid.

Once you got everything, you started to head out the door. You were saying a long goodbye to Dodger before you stood and looked at Chris. You get on your tippy toes and place a gentle kiss on his cheek, pulling back and looking into his eyes. “I will always love you, and I’m sorry it had to end this way.”

A tear fell from the pair's eyes as one lover walked away from the other, not knowing they wouldn’t meet again for another couple of months.

During the time they were apart, Chris retired and decided to give therapy a try. Every day, he regrets it, choosing to spend time with family, not once looking for a relationship because he felt a piece of him was missing. Right now, Chris was at the store picking up some food. His relationship with Dodger took some time to heal. 

Y/n, well. She decided to go back home for a while, needing to be around her family as she was so heartbroken. Just recently, she moved back to Boston because even though being with her family was lovely, she felt as though Boston was her home, but she still was missing a piece of her. Right now, she’s at the store because her fridge is empty.

The two soulmates didn’t realise they’d meet again.

Y/n goes to reach for a tub of ice cream, and at the same time, so does Chris. Their hands touch and they quickly jerk them away.

“Sorry”

“No– no, I’m sorry.”

Brows furrowed as the voice sounded familiar. They turned to look at each other, and that feeling of emptiness was suddenly filled when their eyes locked. Chris’s face goes red as he gestures to the ice cream, and Y/n grabs it whilst also grabbing another and carefully handing it to him.

They stand awkwardly for a moment, both trying to figure out the right thing to say.

“So… How’ve you been?” Y/n decides to start it off simple, feeling her heart hurt from how much she’s missed him, not the him she unfortunately saw but the one she fell in love with.

“Yeah, good, good. I– uh, retired and started therapy. How have you been?” Chris rubs the back of his neck as Y/n’s eyes widen. 

“You retired?” He nods, explaining that he thinks it was time and that he’s been spending more time with his family. “I’ve– uhm. I’ve been good. I decided to move back, as you can see.” They and everyone else can feel the awkward tension, the ex-couple not knowing how to react. 

Chris clears his throat before gesturing, “well– it was good seeing you, I should.” Y/n nods, agreeing. They start to separate ways for the second time, and god, is it heartbreaking for the two. At the same time, they turn and face one another before their items are dropped, and they move toward each other, Chris opening his arms and scooping her up as their lips meet.

It looks like something out of a movie to outsiders but to these two. It was like the piece that was missing was finally found.

They pull back for air, and their eyes are full of tears. “I’m so sorry. I’m such a fucking idiot. I never stopped loving you, and I should’ve talked to you instead of being an ass.” Y/n wipes the tear that falls from his eyes. Leaning forward, she places another kiss against his lips.

“I forgave you a long time ago, bubs, and I did say I will always love you.” We stare into each other’s eyes for a while until we both break out into laughter. 

“We’ve become one of those cheesy romance movies, haven’t we?”

“Yeah, yeah, we have.”

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[georgiapeach30513]

Lick My Wounds

Summary:  Lloyd found him a new little playtoy

Pairings:  Lloyd Hansen X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  dark fic, explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, kidnapping, dub con/non con, gun kink, knife kink, unprotected sex, PIV sex, angry sex, creampie, being held captive, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.7K

Chris Evans One Shots

Lloyd Hansen Masterlist

Lloyd sits annoyed in the black SUV. His eyes roaming the city, and with a grimace of his face, he feels the deep cut. “I’ll fucking kill ‘em,” he mumbles, irritated that the man evaded him, yet again.

“I need something to fuck.”

The driver looks at him in the rear view, chuckle, “Something or someone?”

“Someone who can handle a good hard fucking,” his finger and thumb runs over his mustache, looking for that someone. “I’ll find me a needy and desperate chick to lick my wounds.”

“You’re sick,” the man behind him says, rolling his eyes.

“You have no idea,” Lloyd’s finger plays on the handle of his gun, just waiting for the right person. “Slow down,” his voice grunts out, and those blue eyes already deepen when he spots you. Clueless and careless. Body staggering around with your late night bar hopping.

Alone and unassuming. You should keep better friends around you, if you didn’t want to be unexpectedly kidnapped. The car pulls up beside you, and he jerks you quickly. Your brain addled with alcohol, it takes you a moment to realize, this isn’t where you want to be.

The car speeds off, but your arms thrash around. Legs kicking, and you let out a sharp scream. Clawing at the man who holds you, before biting down on his arm.

“Ow, you fucking bitch!” he screams out, his hand going to his piece, and he puts it to your temple. Your body freezes immediately, and you take a staggered breath. Eyes wide while you pant at him.

“That’s much better, Precious. What are you doing out at night all alone? Any bad man could have just reached out and grabbed you,” he cackles at the prospect of your predicament. That gun running down your face, and up under your chin, so he can get a better look at you. “You’ll do just fine.”

“A-a-are you gonna kill me?” you snivel, your body trying to shuffle further away, but his free hand grips around you’re neck. Giving the tender skin a squeeze, and your lungs stings with the lack of oxygen.

“No, no,” his voice sickeningly sweet, patronizing you because he kidnapped you. “I’m going to teach you?”

“Teach me what?”

“To take what I give you,” his eyes move to the front of the car, face turned up into a sinister grin, and ignoring your pleads to let you go. “I’m gonna have so much fun breaking you down, Precious. Meat always tastes better when it’s scared.”

You let out a desperate wail, irritated at how cavalier and humorous he finds this situation. “I’ll tell ya what, lick my aching wounds clean, and I might take it easy on you.”

“No,” your voice sullen, as you twist your head away from him. Refusing to look at your captor any longer.

“Before you know it, you’ll be begging to lick me clean. Greedy for more of my filthy fucking self,” his voice rings out of his clear elation.

Eyes crinkling up with glee when a large compound comes into view. Driving underground, and when the vehicle parks, he’s yanking on your arm. With your refusal, he hauls you on his shoulder. “Don’t fucking bother me, and don’t mind the screams,” he informs the men with him. Carrying you to an unknown destination.

With a kick to your gut, he smacks your ass hard, causing you to yelp, “It’ll be fucking worse next time. Just smile and take it like a big girl.”

Throwing your body to the bed, he catches you glancing towards the door, “I dare ya, Sunshine,” bringing his gun back to point at you. You sit still, not really in the mood to be shot today. Walking over to you with a rope, he ties your hands up, guiding you to another location. Just so he can hook your hands above you.

“What do you want?”

“I had a bad day. Got shot in my fucking ass, so now I need to rearrange your insides. It helps me sleep better.”

Collecting a knife from a bedside table, he runs the metal over his fingers. Slowly walking towards you, he smooths it over your heated and sticky skin. Blade side on your skin, but not enough pressure to do anything.

“How’re you feeling?” he asks, but with refusal to answer, he adds pressure, causing a perfect line to puncture your skin. Beads of blood pool up on you, but he travels the knife lower. Easily cutting your clothes into shreds, and laughing when your body is fully exposed.

The tip of his knife outlines your protruding nipples, and you try not to react. “What was that?” he asks with a devilish smirk when you whimper at the feeling. He grips hard to your chin, turning your cut face to his body. “You like this don’t you?”

“No,” you deadpan. Lloyd simultaneously presses the hilt of his knife to your throbbing clit, and licks a long stripe up your cheek, cleaning your skin, and even you can’t deny the sick pleasure he gives you.

“Hmm,” Lloyd pulls back the knife, letting you see the handle slicked up with your arousal. “What was that you fucking said?” not giving you time to answer before, he’s pushing the handle into your mouth. Forcing you to taste how much you actually like this.

“You are a dirty little slut. I wonder,” he ponders, pulling out his pistol. Letting the cool metal graze over your skin.

“Is it loaded?” you ask, trembling up at up him.

“I don’t know,” his voice mocks you. Pushing it back against your temple, his finger flirts with the trigger, “Should we find out?”

“No!”

“Hmm,” he moans, smacking the gun on your tits. Hearing your sweet sounds, he pushes it up against you, letting it drift down until you feel the coolness slide through your pussy lips. You try to deny the clenching of your cunt. Refusing to believe there’s a pool of slick rushing to your core.

But when he uses the gun to stimulate your bundle of nerves, you can’t help the weak mewl that exits your mouth. Bending your knees to bare down harder, and you watch his jaw go slack.

Twisting his wrist, the gun slips through your folds, sinking into your cunt. Needing to hold something, but you’re arms

still extend over your head. Lloyd gives a few test pumps, before your hips roll you over his gun. Getting such an odd pleasured feeling, and loving it.

Moving over the piece filthily, but looking at him, and how his face changes looking at you, you grind down harder. “Fuck yeah! Next time I shoot that prick, he’s going to have your pussy juice running through his veins.”

You work yourself over the metal, lost in a zone, and forgetting how you made it here. Not even caring because you’re so close. Right at the edge of pure ecstasy, when you feel your knees buckling, and your head lobs forward, exhausted from your fear, and high.

Lloyd tsks at you. Pulling you off of that hook, before re-tying your bonds to be behind you. Shoving you on the bed, and forcing you to your knees. Lifting your ass higher in the air, and he stares at your abused cunt. Giving slaps to those juicy lips, while he undresses himself.

Stalking over to you he runs his tip through your folds, gathering your juices on his cock.

He pushes past your entrance and you squeal at the severe stretch. Sinking down so slow you feel every inch, every vein, every pulse off his cock. Just as slowly, he pulls himself completely out. Doing this motion over and over again, until you did what you said you wouldn’t, “Please?” A you beg, desiring so much more than this painfully slow pace.

“Oh Precious, you messed up. You want it, don’t you? Need me to fuck you like the fucking animal you are, huh?”

“Yes!”

He slams into your warmth, before pulling back out again. “I told you, you’d be begging. Now let me see those pretty tears, I know you can do it.”

Gripping tightly to your hips he slams into you. Creating a fast and harsh rhythm. Thrusting in so deep and hard, you feel him in your throat, but he is perfect. Knowing exactly how to hit your spots perfect, and you become a wreck.

Your body on autopilot and reacting to his ministrations by screaming out other worldly sounds. You’re sure they don’t mean anything, but they just feel right coming up your throat.

He digs even deeper into your skin, and you keen knowing there’s going to be deep bruises shaped like his fingers. You feel the bed move from his sheer power. Screeching on the floor below.

Simpering, and arching your back at a severe angle. Ass bouncing on his hips, when a hand wraps around you. Lifting you up flush to him, while he still pumps into you. Giving your neck a little squeeze, and you feel a euphoric dizziness flow through your blood.

“My perfect little cumdump. You gonna be my play toy? Keep you in this room when I need to fuck out my aggression? God, I need it. This is perfect. You are perfection!”

Delighting at his praises, and Lloyd moves his hands to cup your tits, using them as his reins while he rearranges your guts. His motions never slow, never change. Just a harsh beating. You scream out through your orgasm, and you sob incoherently.

Gritting his teeth, he gives a final hard thrust, painting your walls with his thick spunk.

Pulling out of you, he lets your body, fall to the bed, before he walks in the bathroom to clean himself, leaving you fucked and blissed out. “That sloppy snatch looks pretty when it’s leaking of me. You know?” he starts as he cuts off your restraints. “Go get yourself cleaned up, and I’ll find you a little cage, so I can keep my fuckdoll. Would you like that?”

Lloyd leans over your body, his finger playing with your lips, while his other hand fucks his seed back into you. “The name is Lloyd by the way. I’m gonna have so much fun with you. I still haven’t got to feel you lick my wounds.”

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[afriendlyblackhottie]

Imagine Chris is just sick of your shit. You're acting like a brat, ignoring him and flirting with other people.

It's okay though. He's biding his time. Letting you think he's bored of your antics.

You change out of your clothes and he's sitting on the couch, drinking a beer. You think it's a good time to mess with him until he gives you THAT look.

LA Devotee

Summary: you were pissing Chris the fuck off

Pairings: Chris Evans x black!actress!Reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, daddy kink, forceful sex, forced orgasms, squirting, ripping clothing, angry sex, arguing, name calling, degradation, spitting

(A/N: why did you do this to me. Titled and loosely based off of LA Devotee by Panic! at the Disco. Like follow reblog with a comment 💜 ✌🏾)

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You thought that shit was cute didn’t you. Like you had some point to prove. When really all you were doing was waiting for your next fucking move.

He doesn’t know who started what fucking rumor but all he knew that it was no excuse. You knew what you were doing. Trying to laugh it all up with every fucking man here. Goddamn. He couldn’t fucking stand it.

Now his patience was wearing thin. Irritation growing like fucking crazy. He’d been letting you get away with a lot but this. Letting this man touch you. What the fuck was wrong with you.

He knew you’d been enjoying your new life in LA and he was happy about that. But you’d made friends with these girls that thought they knew everything about him just because they had friends in common with his ex. When really they didn’t know shit.

“Get your shit. We’re leaving,” he finally said into your ear.

You raised an eyebrow but what choice did you have. He’d been ever so gracious to open up his home to you during the duration of filming because you’d just gone through a breakup and he wasn’t about to make you live in a hotel. He didn’t have to do that. He did it out of the kindness of his fucking heart and this is how you fucked repaid him.

Bet.

“I think I’m gonna stick around,” you said looking up at some douche for backup as if he’d help you. At the end of the day all of them knew that who the hell he was. Think some guy would wanna fuck around with you after finding out you were his girl.

He barely had to look at him before he pissed off and that I’m gonna stick around turned into an eye roll and a huffy fine. Yeah changed your tone real quick.

He doesn’t know what was said or who fucking said what but that doesn’t fucking matter. You should have come to him. Instead of going off like an ungrateful brat. As if he hadn’t just done every goddamn thing for you. You’d be nothing without him right now and this is how you fucking acted.

He’d seen your headshot and he just knew. There’d been so much pushback on it but after a chemistry test there was no denying it. You were it.

His eyes had been glued to you the entire time. From the way your legs looked in those heels to the way you’d shown up all dolled up. Goddamn it had been like he’d been hooked.

Then shit fell through for your living arrangements and he’d opened up his home to you. Watching as you pranced around in the shortest shorts after you’d spent all day too fucking close to him. Goddamn he’d been done in by you.

It wasn’t like Chris had never had things with costars before. Not like he’d been totally against mixing business with pleasure but he at least tried to resist. This was your first major role. He didn’t want to put you in that position.

Then it was time for your on screen kiss and neither of you heard the director say cut. Lips pressed together like absolutely nothing could get you to stop.

What was supposed to be an emotional scene had been ramped up. Made passionate by the fact that fuck he’d hated seeing you cry so hard he couldn’t even stand it like this. It was literally too believable for your own good. He had to cut you off with a kiss.

Intensity had been on one hundred. And you’d definitely felt it too. Whatever your onscreen argument had been about suddenly thrown to the side as he hungrily grabbed you. Pushing you against the wall which wasn’t even in the script. Fuck he just couldn’t help himself.

Then the way you sunk your nails into his shoulder. Too close for either of your own good. He’d picked you up for extra measures. Unable to stop himself as he did way more than what he was supposed to. Pressing into your and breathing all hard. Fuck.

Camera capturing every single move. It had just felt like he’d lost himself in your lips. Finally grabbing onto you as close as he’d always wished he could.

Then breaking away into the silence of the crew. Both of you stuttering out excuses and then going your separate ways. What do you even say after something like that. What kind of explanation could have possibly been given.

You got a ride from one of the other girls on set since you usually just arrived with him every morning. That was okay. It gave him sometime to clear his head. He didn’t see you until the next morning when you came downstairs in your shorts with Dodger who’d been following behind you like a shadow ever since you got there.

Spending the night wishing that you were next to him. Instead of having to fist his cock. Going through your Instagram because there was this picture of you from a photo shoot all dressed up in lingerie that had made him feel fucking feral.

The next morning he was filming another one of those videos of him playing the piano when you came in. All sleepy and definitely in need of a cup of coffee. Catching the sunrise through the open window.

Exchanging ‘good mornings’ as he kept on with what he was doing. Fingertips pressing against the keys as his eyes looked you over as best he could without making it too obvious.

Fuck he’d kicked himself for not acting then. Should have taken advantage. The both of you talking and shit all close. Like you’d been waiting for him to make a move.

Then filming ended without another incident as he’d had to restrain himself during the sex scene. Not wanting to get carried away for a second time. Then that was that.

Until it came time to promote.

By now everyone had been speculating about what the hell happened. Especially since the two of you had managed to keep things under wraps and friendly in public.

Maybe the two of you thought your feelings would have cooled down by now. Maybe mellowed out a little. Instead it was like you could cut the tension with a knife. Feeling like he was going to suffocate if he didn’t get a taste.

Why the fuck was he trying so hard to not make it happen. What the hell was the point. He just wanted to fucking claim you.

So he did.

Finally.

You’d worn these fucking boots and he just couldn’t help it. Fucked you up against the wall just like that kiss. Balls deep inside of you as you cried his name. Fucking music to his ears.

Fucking you on every surface he could think of. From the kitchen to the dining room to the living room and even dicking you down in front of the large bay window that left you with the perfect view of the blushing Los Angeles skyline.

Everything could have been perfect. He would have preferred to keep doing that then whatever the fuck this was. Because after one little fucking fight someone was already trying to poison your mind telling you some bullshit.

What was supposed to be a happy fucking day as you watched your big screen debut, was spent with you all sour. Even ignoring him in the limo. Only posing for pictures with the rest of the cast. Looking too damn pretty to have that bad of an attitude.

And instead of coming to him and talking about it you decided to do this. Like you didn’t have any goddamn sense.

Ignoring as you whined about him taking you home. Getting all huffy. The original plan was for you to go back to his until whatever bullshit had been put in your head. ��

Still not saying shit as you went off. Bitching about whatever. He wasn’t even sure if he’d been listening to you.

Finally you disappeared upstairs. Giving him a goddamn minute to breathe. He loosened his tie so he could go and grab a beer. Taking a seat on the couch and leaning his head back as he shut his eyes. Just trying to get some peace of mind.

He’d barely said two words to you as bad as he wanted you. He knows he didn’t just spend a year pining after your ass for you to believe some fucking gossip.

Then you came prancing downstairs wearing this pair of yoga shorts you used to torture him with. Still bitching. 

You were really going the whole nine yards too. Standing above him with your hands on your hips as you yapped.

“And you know what, Christopher, you never fucked me right in the first fucking place.”

Well he’d caught that.

At the same time he sat there. Face stoic. Staring straight at you. Totally over it as he mouthed the word wow his mouth turning up afterwards after.

“I bet I could get another one of you in a heart beat. If I’m so replaceable. So are you.”

His nose flared a little bit. Before he took in a sharp intake air. Exhaling with a huff.

You started to say something else but he just couldn’t help himself and he just finally had to break his silence.

“Are you done?”

He was pretty sure he could see the steam coming from your ears at the short phrase. But now you were fucking quiet.

“Look,” he began finally standing up so he could tower over you, “I don’t know who the fuck you’re talking to.”

Blue eyes staring daggers as he inched you back. You looked like you wanted to say something but quickly shut your mouth. For once speechless after you’d just spent the last hour complaining about absolutely nothing.

“I don’t know who told you what,” He was in your face, “but I really don’t give a shit. You need to cut this shit out because you’re pissing me the fuck off.”

He put his hand him. Index finger and thumb pressing together. Then taking a tight grasp of your wrist.

“I swear to fucking god,” he grit his teeth, making his jaw clench, “that if I hear you say some shit like that again I’m buying you a fucking chastity belt. Then nobody’s gonna be fucking you. Get the fucking hint, Babe. Nobody’s gonna date you after me. Your little friend at the after party scurried away like a scared little bitch as soon as he saw you were my girl. I could fucking ruin you in this town.”

He felt like he was growling. His words coming out like venom. It took a lot for Chris to get angry, but you had somehow managed to perfectly get under his goddamn skin.

Eyes big and wide as you stared straight at him. No longer talking all that shit.

“I don’t fuck you right? Is that right?”

You nodded. Eyes glassy now. Not all big and bad like you were a minute ago.

“Answer. Me,” he growled. “What now your mouth don’t fuckin’ work!”

Instead you stared at him. Swallowing then opening your mouth to close it again. 

The tension of the room could have been sliced in half with a spoon. If the tv wasn’t turned up it probably would have been so quiet you could have heard a pin drop.

“I- I-,”

“No, no, no don’t start your stuttering bullshit now. What happened? You were so tough before. Answer my fucking question. Do I fuck you right?”

“Chris, I-,”

He grabbed you. Pulling you close so you were in his arms. Your back to his chest so he could wrap his hand around your neck tightly.

“Answer the fucking question,” he growled in your ear.

“Yes, okay,” you huffed.

“Girl, I swear if you don’t watch your fucking attitude. I’m going to really give you something to bitch about. That’s what you fucking want?” He chuckled before talking you to the couch, pushing you face down so your ass was up in there. “Huh? Is that what you’ve been fucking wanting?”

“No!” You cried as the first slap hit your ass.

“Then what? What the fuck is your problem?” He asked as he smacked it again watching as you yipped and jumped. Trying to wiggle away as if he’d let you go that fucking easy.

No after what the shit he’d just dealt with you were taking this.

God you would put on these fucking shorts. Fucking tease. Thought you could do this shit. Piss him off and then change into this little fucking outfit. Who the fuck did you think you are.

“Chris!” You protested as he gave into his thoughts. Putting his hands on the fabric so he could stretch it out. Flexing his muscles as he ripped it. Leaving with your ass out and thong showing.

He just couldn’t help himself. You’d really pushed him to this point. This was all you. If you hadn’t been acting up he wouldn’t have had to do shit like this. Now look you’d be spending the rest of the weekend naked because you couldn’t shut the fuck up.

Chris smacked your ass again. Not giving a shit as he heard you yelp. Good. This was what you deserved. “Chris! Stop!”

“You should have thought about that shit before you pissed me off.”

You’d thought he’d let up but there was no he. He’d started unbuttoning his shirt and then his pants. Only pausing when he had to push you back down.

“I didn’t tell you to fuckin’ move,” he barked then slapped it again.

“Ow!”

Finally with his shirt undone and his pants too he brought your hips up. Once again not waiting for you to wrap your mind around what was happening. Positioning you with your ass up and perfectly lined with his cock.

“You don’t threaten to give my pussy away to anyone ever again. Are we clear?”

“Yes,” you whimpered as he nudged at your entrance. His dick looking just as angry as he felt.

“And that’s what I thought,” he said before sinking into you. Watching you cry out as he stretched your pussy. Funny you’d been talking a lot of shit about how he can’t fuck you right for someone that could barely even take him whole.

That’s too damn bad because right now that’s exactly what you’d be doing.

“Chris, Chris, Chris,” you whined as he began thrusting with strong thrusts. Wanting you to feel just how fucking angry you made him with every thrust. “Fuck

“Nah, girl, you only call me daddy tonight.”

You let out another one of those noises. Sounding so pathetic for someone that had just been spent the entire night telling him that he ain’t shit. Funny he could fuck you right when he was balls deep in your pussy. You didn’t have shit to say about that then.

“I don’t fucking hear a ‘yes, daddy.’ All of a sudden you can’t fucking speak. I can make this shit worse for you real fucking quick, Y/N. You want that?”

“N-no, Da-Daddy,” you cried out as he hit your spot. Trying to get as deep as he could. Fuck you needed to fucking learn.

He’d had you face down in the cushions as he held your hips. Slamming you back onto him as he force fucked you so hard he hoped he made you cry.

“I can’t fuck you right?” He asked. “Wanna fucking repeat that? Say it now, Baby. Still think I don’t fuck you, right? Think you can find another man to do that shit better?”

His goal was to keep you walking funny for a few days. Hell maybe longer because after this you had a lot of groveling to do to make up for how much of a goddamn brat you’d been.

“Daddy!” You cried as he forced you to cum. Not able to help yourself as your pussy juices flooded your ripped shorts and thong.

“I can’t fuck you right? You’re cumming like I’m fucking you right. Maybe that’s what I should do, Baby. Fuck you so hard you can’t fucking stop until you’re begging for my mercy. That’s probably what you fucking wanted knowing your slutty ass.”

He kept going like that letting out every single frustration he’d accrued on you. Then pulled out so he could grab you. Fucking you here wasn’t enough for what he was trying to do to you.

When he finally got to toss you on the bed it was clear he’d already fucked you stupid. Just to match how you’d been acting. Then helped you out of the rest of your clothes so he could do it right.

He didn’t slide into you right away. Instead using his fingers to rub your clit. Petting it just how he knew you liked it. Then pushing his fingers inside of you trying to find that bundle of nerves so that he could finally watch you explode.

“I can’t,” you cried out with a hiccup.

“You can’t? Really? That’s funny cuz it looks like I’m gonna make you.”

With that it didn’t take long for you to shoot out. Squirting all over his hand and bed. Going cross eyed and everything.

“Daddy!” You screamed to go along with it.

But he didn’t fuck you right.

You could so easily find another man to do this to you right?

Right. That’s what he fucking thought.

Must have lost your goddamn mind.

“Oh my god!” You sobbed.

While his anger had lessened that didn’t mean he didn’t still have a lesson to teach you. That you couldn’t talk to him like you were fucking crazy and except him to not react. You picked and picked and picked and now look at where you were.

Pussy sensitive as hell as he pushed back in after he’d made you squirt on the bed. He didn’t give a shit. “Don’t fucking start,” he said pushing your hand away.

“Goddamn!” You cried as his cock only made your orgasm so much worse.

“Talk too fucking much. Get on my goddamn nerves.” He leaned forward to grab your face surprising himself as he spit on you. Watching as it hit your cheek. Nasty slut you liked that shit. He knew it because of the way your pussy flooded around him.

He pulled out again. Turned you so your stomach was once again to the bed. Only to climb on top of you so he could fuck you into the mattress. Placing your face right over that spot you’d just made.

“Daddy, my squirt,” you cried out the warning.

“Shut up,” was all he said as he pushed you into his. Wrapping his arm around your neck so he could keep you there. “Daddy’s fucking tired of hearing your stupid little mouth.”

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed.

“What was that? I didn’t quite catch it,” he said into your ear, taking the chance to bite your earlobe.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you sniffled as he tried to get as deep in your guts as he could. Watching your face change as you couldn’t stop the crying. The intensity was probably too much for you. Too bad he didn’t give a fuck. Shouldn’t have been talking all that shit.

He once again put you on your back. Needing to see into your face as he came. Feeling close but he wasn’t there yet. “Damn right you’re sorry. Better not pull this shit again.”

“Okay,” you cried.

“And stop listening to your stupid fucking friends.”

“Okay,” you forced out as once again he made you cum.

“Who fucks you right?” He asked needing to hear you say it.

“You do,” you moaned.

“Who gets to fuck you?”

“You!”

“And who owns this pussy?” He growled.

“You do!”

With a curl in his lip he put his hand around your neck again. Driving into you with a purpose. If he needed to ruin your pussy for other men then that’s what he needed to fucking do.

“That’s what I fucking thought,” he growled again this time shoving into you as he finally start to feel himself let go. “Fuck!“

Spent he collapsed beside you breathing hard as he watched you. Licking your lips and trying to gather in your mind about what the hell had just happened. Not able to move from the spot he’d just left you in.

Whatever anger he’d been feeling had vanished. Seeing you there trying to catch your breath. All fucked out because of him.

Not being able to stop himself as he grabbed you. Scooping you into his arms. “C’mere,” he said holding you close.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you whimpered out. “I didn’t mean to make you so mad I just…”

He sighed. “It’s okay, but, Baby, you cannot do shit like that. I know you heard about whatever the fuck story about my ex but I promise it doesn’t matter. It’s not like that with us, Honey. I meant it when I told you I love you.”

“I know,” your voice broke and all he could do was tighten is arm around you.

“Whatever anyone has to say about us doesn’t have anything to do with us. Don’t let that shit affect you anymore. People are always talking some bullshit around here.”

You nodded and wiped your eyes only for him to take over for you. Before kissing your forehead.

“I spent too long wanting you to let you go that quickly. Baby, you gotta trust me.”

You buried your head into his shoulder as he whispered softly to you. Hoping you believed him. “I do,” you said.

“Now gimme a kiss,” he said. “Miss those lips.”

You chuckled and looked up so you could do what he asked. A stark contrast from the way he’d just fucked your through the mattress only a few moments ago.

“I love you, Baby,” he said cupping your chin in his hands then squeezing either side.

“I love you, too, Daddy.” You half smiled and he was just happy to see that despite how annoying it was to get here, he loved you enough to put up with it. Just happy to see you relaxed again.

He didn’t like fighting with you and what a hell of a way to end one.

“Daddy?” You asked breaking through the silence again as he held you now that things were calm. Just relaxing in the moment.

“Mmm?” He hummed.

“I’m not gonna be able to walk for a few days, am I?”

Then he smiled before kissing your cheek snuggling into you as deep as he could. Trying to mentally prepare himself for the makeup sex he was about to continue destroying your pussy with.

“Nope.”

[rogersevans]

Pregnant... Again

Summary: They hadn’t planned on getting pregnant again just yet, it just happened. a part of the Evans’ series.

Pairing: Dad!Chris Evans x Pregnant!Y/n Evans

Warnings: mentions of sex, pregnancy, anxiety, panic, y/n freaking out and chris soothing her

Yn glanced down at the pregnancy test in her hands, positive. She had been feeling off for a week, constantly exhausted, but she put that down to the overly energetic 6 year old that kept her on her toes. But after spending the weekend complaining of headaches, nausea and her breasts being so sensitive she struggled to even touch them she decided to take a test, on a whim.

It’s not that the pregnancy was a bad thing, Yn and Chris had spoken about more kids, but how where they going to cope with a new born and 6 year old? Alba was enough work on her own and becoming more demanding with attention. How would Alba be around another baby? She’s too used to it only being her? Was she ready to put her body through birth again? The aftermath of birth had been incredibly hard for Yn, often feeling self-conscious about her body and always anxious that she was doing the right thing when with Alba, always second guessing herself. 

In the midst of her panicked thinking, her mind racing, she hadn’t heard Chris call her name or wander into their shared bedroom. 

“Baby?” He softly called, now beside her and giving her a soft shake.  

Yn said nothing, placing the test in his hands without looking at him, her grip tightening onto the sink once he took it.

“You’re pregnant?” His heart hammering against his chest, his eyes fixed on the small test in his hands. Happiness crashed through him, a wide grin starting to spread. “We’re gonna have another baby?” Now looking up at his wife who looked... Scared, his grin now fading. “Baby talk to me-”

“Another baby.” She finally chocked out. “An-another baby.” She repeated, her voice cracking slightly as her bottom lip trembled. “What if Alba doesn’t like it? She's never shared us before Chris!” She squeaked out, her eyes now finding Chris’s and her pupils were blown.  

“I’m going to need you to calm down sweetheart-”

“Don’t sweetheart me! Your dick is the reason we’re in this mess!” She squeaked out, pushing her index finger hard against his chest. “You just had to have me in the kitchen, didn’t you?”

Both of their minds flashing to the memory of the day Chris came home rock hard at the thought of his wife, wanting nothing more than to have her pressed against the worktop. Within minutes of walking through the door she was on her front as Chris pushed into her, the cold counter top doing nothing to soothe the burning feeling in her abdomen, taking full advantage of Alba being at his moms for the day.  

“You know that dress drives me crazy-” Chris couldn’t stop himself from picturing her in the dress, it was a spaghetti strap sun dress, red with white flowers on and it hugged her curves perfectly but also flowed as she moved, the view of it stopping mid-thigh had drove him crazy all day.

“This isn't funny, I’m freaking out over here!” Her voice shaking as she let out a nervous laugh, trying not to smile at her husband comment.  

She wasn’t really angry at him, Chris knew this.

“Alright, hey, come here,” without missing a beat he pulled her against his chest and rubbed her back. “Breathe gorgeous.” He mumbled as he started to sway them slightly, knowing it calms her.  

Slowly, she felt her body relax, the anxiety of the situation leaving her as she wrapped her arms tightly around her husband's torso. “I know you’re scared.” She felt his lips press to the top of her head, “but you’re an amazing mom already, and I’m going to be here. I’m going to take jobs closer to home, less time away. Alba is going to love being a big sister, she already bosses Dodger around.” Her body vibrated against his at his last comment.  

That’s how they stayed for few more minutes, Yn not wanting to lose her husband’s embrace, his warmth and scent calming her. “Can you push this one out?” Even though her question was muffled by his shirt he was still able to hear her and couldn’t stop his laughter. “I’m serious!” 

Chris eyed his wife when she pulled away from his embrace, wiping her eyes and taking the test from him, looking over it again.

“This is a good thing, right?” The fear of her not wanting the baby washed over him, terrifying him, but as he watched her smile down at the test, her free hand finding her flat stomach and giving it a gentle rub, the fear left as quickly as it arrived.  

“Yeah,” her eyes now focused on her flat stomach. “We always talked about having more kids, it just shocked me because we weren’t even trying.”

“We got this Evans.” He held his hand up, sideways, to her and without hesitation she slapped her free hand against his, both sliding their hands across each other's palms. Their thumbs, index and middle fingers making a finger gun, the tips of their fingers still touching, and pumping their thumbs as if they were shooting. Their secret handshake, something they made up years ago.

“We got this.” Both laughing at the childish handshake, the soft calls of Alba’s voice echoing down the hall, pulling them back to reality. “I’ll get her.” She said sweetly, only to be stopped by her husband planting a tender and loving kiss to her lips and then another to her non-existent bump.  

“Please be a boy, I’m outnumbered here.” He pleaded against her t-shirt clad stomach making Yn laugh.

[babyjakes]

wake up so i can love you right.

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summary | when a tragic car accident puts you in a coma shortly after chris breaks up with you, he finds himself crying at your bedside, telling you all the things he wishes he would have before your life was put on the line.

pairing | ex!chris evans x reader

warnings | angst(!), mentions of a horrific car accident, break-up feels, happy ending even tho maybe chris didn’t deserve it o_O

word count | 1,050

requested by @wecanfeelsofarbutsoclose | I got another idea for ya! So the reader and Chris broke up and while Chris is away he finds out from the readers parents that she was in a car accident and Chris drops everything to see them. While there Chris kind of has this whole little speech to himself talking about how special the reader is to him and he begs her to wake up and give him another chance and she does wake up but does she give Chris another chance?

an | hi i love this :’-) thanks for all the wonderful requests!! i am not sure how comas work and from what research i did on them to write this, it seems like people can retain various amounts of information spoken to them while they are in comas so. for the sake of simplicity, just pretend like reader can hear pretty much everything chris says :-)

“Oh my god,” Chris mumbles under his breath as he enters your hospital room, your parents waiting with heartbreak on their faces in the doorway as he rushes over to your bedside.

“We’ll give you some time with her, alone,” your dad says softly as he and your mom close the door behind you, making their way back to the waiting room. Grabbing one of the fold-out chairs from the wall and collapsing it out onto the floor, Chris takes a seat next to you, tears building in his eyes as he takes in your critical state. Even though your parents had described how terrible of a car crash it had been, nothing could prepare him to see you like this.

Tubes and wires connect your arms to machines. A line of oxygen runs under your nose, bandages partially soaked through with blood covering a good portion of your face. Looking at your pale skin, flushed with angry spots of purple and green, Chris really wonders how you even survived at all. “Y/n,” he whispers, reaching out and taking one of your fragile hands in his. “Oh my god. Y/n.”

For a while, Chris sits in silence. He watches the slow, steady rise and fall of your chest, the simple movement bringing him at least a little bit of comfort. And after a good amount of time, though he isn’t even sure if you can hear him, he decides he can’t take the silence anymore. And he begins to speak.

“I didn’t want to leave you,” he begins. His voice is soft, almost a whisper, and though incredibly vulnerable, his words are true. “I know that must be hard to believe, but it’s true.

“I know this is gonna sound stupid — and it is. It was. I just- god, y/n. God, I was so terrified of ruining you. When I met you, I thought you were the purest, sweetest, most darling girl in the world. And as time went on, as we grew closer to each other, I- I realized that you really were; you were just this perfect angel and I was so scared of hurting you, of breaking you. So I left. I freaked out and I left. And god, there isn’t a single thing I regret in this life more than leaving you.”

Taking a moment to suck in a shaky breath, Chris runs his thumb over the back of your cold hand, shaking his head in shame. “I had a lot to figure out about life, and about myself. And I shouldn’t have chosen to hurt you in order to learn those things, y/n. I have no excuse,” he owns. “But I know now,” he whispers. “I know now that I was wrong. I can’t stand being without you, sweetheart. My baby, my doll. My y/n,” his voice cracks through a sob, his words dripping with regret.

As he continues to look over your broken body, reflecting back on his mistakes, waves of sorrow and grief begin washing over him in floods as the tears rolling down his cheeks steady. “Sweetheart,” he chokes, now wrapping both of his hands around yours. “Please, I- I can’t do this, y/n. I can’t be happy in this life without you in it. I-… I love you, baby. I’ve loved you since the day I met you, and every moment sense. Even when I-… even when I left you. I did it because I-… I thought that was the best way to love you.”

Squeezing your hand through his tears, Chris swallows hard, trying to regain his composure. “I-… please, y/n. Please. Please wake up so I can love you right.”

And by some strange source of grace, as soon as the heartbroken man finishes his words, your hand begins to twitch inside of his hold. Your eyelashes flutter open and your gaze meets his, his blue eyes full of wonder through the tears. “Ch-Chris?” you stutter, startled by your surroundings and all the sudden pain rushing through your whole body.

“Y/n, baby,” Chris breathes, overwhelmed with relief that you’ve opened your eyes. “Hey, easy, sweetheart.” he murmurs as you begin to fuss slightly, shifting over from his chair to the edge of your bed, taking both of your hands and trying to help you calm down.

“Is-… wh-what-… where am I? What-… why are you… why does it-… it hurts,” you whimper at the throbbing pains scattered throughout your shaking form.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, y/n,” Chris coos, reaching out and stroking your hair. “Take some deep breaths, baby. You’re okay; you’re in the hospital. You-… there was an accident,” he says, not sure of what all he should disclose.

“An accident? I- wh-why are you here?” you ask, your voice falling to a mere hush. Chris’s eyes grow wide as you look up at him, hurt and wariness lingering in your gaze. “I-… I heard you. When I was asleep… I heard you talking. I… I thought it… I didn’t know if it was real,” you admit.

“It was real, sweetheart,” Chris promises, locking his gaze with yours. “I came as soon as I heard, y/n. And I… I meant what I said. Every word of it. I didn’t know if you could hear me but I… I wanted to say it, anyway. Just in case.”

“You broke my heart,” you whisper, your gaze falling to your lap as Chris’s heart breaks all over again in his chest.

“Honey, I-…” his voice trails off into the silence of the room as you keep your eyes down, unable to look at him. “I know,” he finally finishes. “And I’m sorry. I can’t tell you how sorry I am, sweetheart. There aren’t words for it; there just aren’t. But I- I promise you, y/n. If you let me love you again, I’ll do it right this time.”

You take a deep breath, ultimately unable to deny your feelings for him, the man who you’ve loved so much all along, even through all the hell he caused. “Okay,” you whisper. Chris breathes a sigh of relief, gently wrapping you up in his arms and kissing you on the side of your head. “P-please don’t ever leave me again,” you beg. “That’s the only way you could ever really hurt me.”

[adventuresinobx]

You’re Mine

Chase Stokes x fem!reader

Summary: And another part in the kink series! Chase isn’t as dominating in bed as you’d like - except when he’s angry.

A/N: As always - the whole point of this series for me was to push myself out of my usual comfort zone with my writing, so again this is a little bit different than what I usually write, but hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, choking kink, (tiny) breeding kink right at the end lol

You had got one thing wrong about Chase before you met him. You had assumed he was a super dominating kind of guy; always wanting to be in control and liking it rough and hard. He loved every second of the rough sex but on the most part, he preferred to be soft and gentle and loving with you. It was quiet morning kisses and gentle cuddles on the sofa whilst watching a movie. It was sleepy forehead kisses as he snuggled you and back rubs when it was your time of the month and you were in your usual monthly pain. He was a good boyfriend.

He had decided not to go out and drink for the month, which was very unlike him, but whilst you loved that he was home and spending more time with you, you missed that sexy dominant side to you that would have you dropping your panties at the front door as he rushed you up to bed from a night out, swapping the beers with his mates for a night in the bedroom with you.

But with that lacking, and no sign of him going out for a drink any time soon, you settled on finding another way to get what you wanted and that was making him angry. And as his girlfriend, you knew exactly what pissed him off - jealousy - and you were great at playing this part.

“You know who’s looking really good recently,” you said, turning over to face him in bed. He was reading a book, his reading glasses he wore with his lenses perched on his nose as he read the words in front of him. Some book that Drew had recommend to read.

“Who babe?” Chase said, expecting a famous actor’s name like Johnny Depp or Chris Evans to fall from your lips. But no. Your response shocked him.

“You know Rudy is fine. Has he been working out?”

“Has he what?” Chase replied, instantly putting his book down and giving a glaring look at you. “Has he been working out? How would I have noticed?!”

You knew exactly it was true. Chase had been at the gym with Rudy a lot of the time recently so you knew he had been working on his body and he looked so good for it. You were, of course, lying - but Chase was starting to get very riled up about it all.

“I’ve been working out too,” he muttered, taking his glasses off as he stared you down, grabbing your hand in his and making you feel his abs under his shirt, “Look see I’ve been busy in the gym too.”

“Yeah but it’s just - you’re great babe - but Rudy is just so STRONG. And the way his muscles look when he wears that vest top, well that’s very sexy.”

“What -“ Chase began, as you shrugged at him, seeming so nonchalant about what you were saying.

“I mean, have you seen him - the way his arms tense when he’s lifting those weights in the gym with you. I see him in the back of the videos,” you continued - until Chase promptly shut you up, by pulling you on top of him on the sofa and kissing you hard.

Between kisses, he pulled away to tell you four simple words: “You’re mine, not his.”

He tugged at your clothes, pushing his shirt that you were wearing over your head, desperate to see your naked body. He loved that you didn’t wear bras when you were chilling - it sped things up. He pulled your leggings down, lifting you up off his lap for a second so he could rid you of your clothes. His hand trailed over your body, his hands scanning over your skin, as he felt everywhere on your body. His favourite places first - your hips, your thighs, your tummy and your breasts, rolling each nipple between his fingers before he flicked his tongue over the other one, switching between both sides as you threw your head back in pleasure.

God, this was good. You’d forgotten about this sensation, of him being desperate for you. Needy and horny. You reached down to palm him through his shorts and he groaned at the feeling, before he gained his composure and snapped his arm away with yours so you couldn’t touch him anymore.

“Not tonight sweetheart,” he said, the tone of his voice showing his anger and jealousy - if his actions weren’t doing that too. “Tonight I’m in charge.”

You gulped at his words, unable to speak. But you were so ready for this. And you were so glad you were getting what you wanted from him. Finally. Without even a second for a thought, he had you laid out on the bed, his hands exploring all over your body. He was kissing you, his kisses rough and needy. You were so turned on; you couldn’t even cope with how good all this was making you feel. You needed him so badly.

You went to move your hand down to touch him, for anything, some relief, but he quickly stopped you. “Don’t be a brat, Y/N,” he said, the anger evident in his voice, before he softened for just a second. “I want to make you feel good. I want to fuck you good and I want you to know that Rudy would never fuck you as well as I could.”

“Hmm don’t know, Rudy seems pretty -“ you started to say, but your words were cut off by the sudden feeling of Chase’s fingers on your aching core. You’d been needing him to touch you like this for so long, so roughly and without much thought or care, so you were already absolutely soaking wet for him. And didn’t he know it.

“That pretty pussy is so wet for me,” he moaned, his fingers moving up and down your slit as he re-angled his hand so he could use his thumb on your clit. He didn’t wait, take it slow - he just rubbed your clit hard and with a strong amount of pressure that had you screaming and moaning for him within seconds, “Who’s made you so wet? Who turned you on?” His voice was harsh.

“You,” you managed to whine out, his hands on your core making sure you could barely get the words out. But he still challenged you, him still very angry.

“Who made you this wet?”

“You, Chase,” you said, the wetness almost pooling around his fingers, his angry state turning you on. Your eyes were closed tightly and suddenly his fingers had moved and now you were craving more contact from him. You didn’t have to wait long, as soon he readjusted and there he was, his cock out his boxers and the tip being run up and down your slit.

“Fuck me please,” you begged, falling apart at the feeling already. And you didn’t need to ask twice. He slid into you, a little slower at first, before he bottomed out and you nearly screamed at the feeling. You had one more game to play. “Fuck me Rudy.”

A rage took over him, and god did you feel it as he grabbed your throat and squeezed hard. Your breath was instantly taken from you and you felt his fingertips against your neck, pushing against you, leaving you unable to speak let alone do anything else. You managed a few whines and groans, his hand tight around your throat as he mercilessly fucked you, his hand keeping that tight grip and never faltering as he pounded into you with so much force that you thought he might break you in two. This was so fucking worth it.

“What did you fucking say?” he growled, his hand tight around your throat as he pushed into you. Hard. He thrusted up, the angle having you seeing stars - or was that the tightness of his grip around your throat. You decided that was enough anger so you kept your mouth shut, only letting moans and the words “feels so good” or “faster” fall from your lips as he fucked you at a relentless pace again and again. You could barely breathe and you grabbed his arm with your hand to beg him to slow down. It was a lot and you needed the breather. He let go of your neck, his hand brushing your face delicately in a complete change of mood, before his hands dropped to your hips as he kept up with his thrusting, that steady and deep rhythm you loved best.

“I’m close,” you murmured. But suddenly a panic washed over you. In the heat of the moment, you’d both forgot to put a condom on. You had been off contraception for a few weeks now, it had been messing up your body and whilst they investigated why, they suggested you use other forms of protection to stop you getting pregnant.

“Fuck don’t, you can’t cum inside me. I’m not on anything. My doctor -“ you said, a little panicked but Chase didn’t listen, continuing on with what he was doing. He was roughly slamming inside you, his hand moving to touch your clit as he fucked you relentlessly.

“I can and I will,” he said, holding himself inside you as he felt his cock twitch and all of a sudden, you were shaking with your orgasm too as you pulled him across the line. It was too late. He was spent and so were you.

“Can’t wait til you’re pregnant with my child,” he scoffed, leaning down to give you a rough kiss as he rolled over off you and back to his side of the bed. You blushed, laying there unable to move with everything that had just happened.

That was the best fucking he had ever given you.

“Do you really think we‘ve made a baby?” he asked after a few minutes, his voice much softer now, “Cos you know I’d love nothing more than to make you a mom. And I swear I’d be a good dad.” You just chuckled.

Your soft boyfriend was back.

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[letterstotheflre]

dancing with our hands tied

summary: you ride steve’s bicep

warnings: degradation, being tied up (ropes), ass slapping, captain kink, dumbification if you squint, choking

18+ ONLY || MINORS DON’T INTERACT

word count: 909

a/n: i have no excuse for this, i’m just so h word for chris evans i can’t function correctly. also this would be nomad!steve cause no other steve would be as mean as him. i do think he’s more about praise than anything but i was really angry when i wrote this so i took it out on this—OH MY GOD WHY DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO EXPLAIN EVERYTHING?!?!

steve’s big rough hand, weathered from years of fighting and punching bags in the gym, holds your hip tightly as he aids your movements on his tensed up arm.

“that’s it, doll,” he says as he watches your pussy glide over the firm muscle. there’s a mix of your own juices and his cum, leaving the skin shiny and wet.

it takes you a few seconds to find a rhythm. your arms are tied behind your back, so you need steve’s help to keep you straight as you experiment with different rolls of your hips.

“captain,” you whine when you are finally able to move on your own. “feels so good.”

steve chuckles, looking at your blissed-out face as you roll your hips needily, no longer needing his help. “i know it does. look at you getting off on my arm. aren’t you ashamed of being such a greedy slut?”

you whimper at his words, the fire inside you burning hotter and hotter with every word he utters. even if you were ashamed—which you certainly are not— you know the answer he wants to hear.

you shake your head. a loud smack! on your ass jostles you forward, a squeaky moan leaving your mouth. “use your fucking words. or are you so dumb you can’t even speak properly?”

if only the world could see its golden boy now, resting on his back as he spouts filth as if it was one of the prayers he memorised as a kid while he watches you glide your pussy on his arm.

“no, captain,” you moan after a particularly perfect roll. “i-i’m only a little slut for you to order around.”

he hums while grabbing one of your ass cheeks and squishing it while moving you along. you can’t help but shiver in pleasure. the way he is still able to manhandle you even in this position makes you dizzy. “oh you’re more than that, honey. i told you before, come on, think. or is that too hard for your little brain, hm?”

you try to remember, you really do; you wrack your hazy mind for all the degrading names he’s called you. but you can’t form a coherent thought, because steve starts to flex his arm, making the veins pop and add texture to the area you glide along. you moan loudly, losing some of your rhythm as you chase your high.

“i can’t remember,” you cry softly. “m’sorry, captain.”

steve tsks, another slap on your ass echoing in the room. “guess i made you too stupid with my cock earlier,” he shrugs his unoccupied shoulder. “i’ll have to remind you then, make sure you remember exactly what you are.”

you moan when he pinches one of your nipples, your hips rutting fast against his flexed arm. “please,” you whine. “help me remember, want to be good for you.”

steve rolls his eyes, pretending to be unbothered by you and your needy sounds. but his weeping cock, which is resting against his toned stomach and ready for another round, tells you another story. “god, you’re so needy,” he scoffs.

his hand moves up towards your neck, his fingers closing around your throat and pressing on the sides. you can’t help the pathetic sound that escapes you, your hips now moving in circles that make your swollen clit rub perfectly against the muscle.

“f’you,” you whimper. “needy just f’you.”

steve smirks, still holding on to your throat. “that’s right, doll. only i can turn my pretty girl into a needy slut.” he looks at you with disdain, “it’s pathetic, honey.”

you sob as you bounce on the mattress, not even realising the strength of your movements. you’re so close, you just need a few more pushes, and then you’ll be free falling for the fourth time today.

you chase your high desperately, rutting so fast against steve’s bicep you wonder how your hips can still move at such a pace. “say it, honey,” says steve in the same commanding tone he used when training the new avengers. “say exactly what you are. make your captain proud and he’ll let you cum.”

“p-pathetic, needy slut,” your chest heaves. you’re so close, so so close. “i’m a pathetic ‘n needy slut f’you, captain.”

“good girl,” steve finally lets go of your neck, pushing his thumb into your mouth so you can suck on it. you try to wrap your hand around his wrist, but the ropes keeping your hands behind your back don’t let you. you whine in complaint, your lips wrapped around steve’s thick thumb as if it were a lollipop.

“you’re close aren’t you, honey?” steve chuckles when you nod and garble something akin to “yes, captain”. “cum all over my arm, doll. be good for me and make a mess.”

with a strangled moan, you finally let the tension inside your tummy dissolve, a wave of indescribable pleasure washing all over you. your thighs close around his bicep, shockwaves rocking your body as everything around you fades to nothing for a few seconds. steve’s thumb falls from your mouth, which was opened wide in a silent scream. you tremble above him, broken moans leaving your mouth as you come down from your high.

steve waits patiently for you to calm down, his hand on your back soothing you. when you turn to look at him, your eyesight slightly bleary, he raises an eyebrow. “aren’t you going to clean up your mess?”

[angryschnauzer]

Pitching Tents

Summary: Ooof... *insert breathless spongebob meme here* Okay, so your co-stars Chris and Henry invite you along for a long weekend camping trip, and in the wilds of nature they let their inhibitions be set free.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Female Reader x Henry Cavill (MFM)

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral Sex (female receiving), Oral Sex (male receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, threesome, spit roasts, fingering, grinding, handjobs, vaginal creampie, sloppy seconds, cockwarming, sex outdoors, anal sex, unprotected anal sex, anal creampie, anal sloppy seconds, degrading talk, zero inhibitions, no refractory period, aftercare, crack fic, utter filth, you. have. been. warned., and the worlds best camping table.

Only the finest free range, organic typos, allowed to run wild and free.

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A/N: Don’t @ me yelling about RPF. This is utter fantasy. You know that, i know that. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. However i do feel i have included enough of each actor to satisfy both sets of fans. Enjoy the filth you dirty sluts.

Pitching Tents

Sitting in the dressing room having your makeup removed you laughed and joked with Chris and Henry, your co-stars. Finally you were prosthetic free and your FX makeup artist left, leaving you to listen as the two men chatted away;

“So all set for our camping trip this weekend Chris?” Henry asked as he wiped off fake blood from his cheek

“Can’t fucking wait Henry, three whole days of beers, fishing, and doing fuck all” Chris turned to you and smiled; “So, whata’ you doin this weekend?”

Sighing you took a sip of water;

“Probably just bingeing Netflix with a family sized bag of chocolate”

“Why don’t you come camping with us?” 

Henry suggested lightly, and at his suggestion your head snapped up;

“Really? I’ve never camped in my life! I’ll just cramp your style for your boys weekend. I’ve never even pitched a tent”

“Oh don’t worry, me and Hen have got all the equipment you could need for that” Chris assured you, but you missed the sly wink he shot to Henry.

-

The campsite was beautiful. On private land it was amazing what being one of Hollywoods biggest stars could get you into, and as Chris had pulled his truck over the gravel both you and Henry were impressed with the stunning location. You’d had little to do as they put the tent up, and as the sun had started to set the beers had been cracked open and the campfire glowed. Whether it was the fresh air, the beer, or the busy work schedule you all had, you were turning in just as the sun had fully set. Curling up underneath the pile of blankets and quilts that’d been thrown on the air mattress, you were quickly fast asleep before either of the men had climbed in beside you.

-

The bright morning sunlight shone in through the thin fabric of the tent waking you, and as you pulled yourself from sleep you smiled at the two men seemingly still fast asleep either side of you. As much as you wanted to stay in the warmth of the blankets you needed to pee, so carefully and silently you pulled yourself out of the cocoon and slipped a discarded flannel shirt on, unsure if it was Henry’s or Chris’s, either way it swamped you and covered your panties and cami you’d worn to sleep in.

As soon as they’d heard the zipper of the tent close Chris had cracked an eye open to glance at Henry, a smirk on his face as he was greeted with an identical grin.

“Do you think she’ll go for it?” Chris whispered

“Yeah, you’ve seen her eyeing each of us, i think she’ll be up for some fun”

“You ready?”

“Dude, i have woken up with the biggest morning wood” Henry grinned

“Me too… so how’re we gonna do this?”

“I’m thinking the sleepy roll and cuddlespoon method ”

“Yeah that’ll work” Chris paused as he heard your heavy footfalls approaching the tent, winking at Henry before the two of them feigned sleep.

With your teeth chattering from the chilly morning air you reluctantly pulled the flannel shirt off before silently sliding back under the blankets, shivering as your body attempted to warm up until suddenly a warm chest pressed to your back and a heavy arm was draped over your waist. Your eyes sprang open and breath caught in your throat as you processed Henry spooning behind you, quiet snores coming from his lips. Before you could think any more on what the man behind you was doing, Chris let out a sleepy sigh and rolled towards you, his face resting on your chest as his legs pressed against your own. With your lower limbs crushed between both mens you shifted a little, lifting one leg slightly only for Chris to hum in appreciation as his hand rested on your thigh and lifted your knee over his hip.

For just a few minutes as the shock and tension had subsided you relaxed into the warmth of being sandwiched between them, but as the temperature started to rise under the blankets you shifted and started to wriggle, and that’s when you felt the first one. The first nudge as Chris pressed himself to your core and you could feel what the internet had lost their collective minds for. A rush of breath left your body as you fought the dilemma between a friend unknowingly grinding against you with the feeling of just how good it felt. With just the thin cotton of your panties and his boxers separating your bodies, you screwed your eyes shut and ignored the guilty feelings for just a moment as Chris rubbed his impressive hard on the length of your slit. When one particular rub grazed against your clit you let out a gasp and without realising arched your back, pushing your ass into Henry and discovering he was having the same bodily issue Chris was. A sleepy murmur greeted you as Henry’s hot breath danced on your ear, before he pressed closer and you felt his fat dick rut into the crease of your ass.

Was either man aware of what the other was doing? Should you say something? As these thoughts plagued your mind they were interrupted as two pairs of lips started to find their way around your body, Henry softly kissing your neck as Chris hooked one finger into the neckline of your cami to allow him to gently suck a hardened nipple into his mouth.

“Oh fuck…”

Two sleepy ‘hmm’s replied, bodies starting to move in unison as they all sought friction, and when you felt Henry’s warm palm smooth over your thigh and ass you let out a groan as he dipped his hand between your legs from behind and his fingers found their way beneath the elastic of your underwear;

“Chris, she’s fucking soaked”

“Lemme feel…”

Suddenly another hand slid down your stomach and the front of your panties, an appreciative moan rumbling from the Bostonian’s chest as he used your slick juices to coat his finger before rubbing circles again your clit;

“So she is… that’s good, gonna need to be real wet for us Babe… Hen, how many fingers you got in her?”

“Two at the moment” the Brit said as he pumped those two thick digits into your velvet cavern; “She’s so fucking tight…”

“Give her another one, need to get her ready”

You felt Henry pull his hand out before adjusting his fingers, only to feel the delicious stretch and burn as he carefully inserted three of his thick digits into your tight entrance;

“You ready?” he asked Chris as he worked his fingers in and out of you, and with a fluid movement Henry had pulled his fingers from you and your panties down your thighs. Chris’s hands were on your hips, lifting you to straddle his waist before he pulled his boxers down and positioned his dripping cock at your entrance, waiting for you to take the final step.

With your fingers splayed against the hard plains of his chest you sank down on him, feeling the wide head of his cock split your walls apart, the stretch almost too much despite Henry’s fingers working you open just seconds before;

“Oh fuck… Chris…”

“That’s it Babe, ride me, let me feel you fuck yourself on my cock”

Letting your head fall back you closed your eyes as you started to ride Chris, lost in the moment until you heard the sound of Henry spitting on his hand. Looking over you saw how he had pushed the blankets back and was now fisting his angry red dick, watching you ride his friend. Whilst continuing to ride Chris you reached for Henry who wriggled close enough that you could wrap your hand around his hot shaft. He sat up and kissed you, his tongue pushing into your mouth and dancing against your own before he sat back with a contented sigh just as Chris started to fuck up into you;

“Feel so fucking good Babe”

“Chris… oh my god…”

“Gonna fill you up with my cum, wanna see it dripping out of you before it’s Henry’s turn”

At the mention of his name Henry grunted, licking his lips;

“Mmm sloppy seconds… gonna need it to fit me in that tight pussy”

As Chris’s thrusts started to get sloppy you rubbed at your clit, your orgasm washing over you before you felt Chris push his hips up and stutter, the twitching of his dick deep inside you prolonging your orgasm.

Only vaguely aware of Henry moving behind you, it was when his strong hands grasped your hips and lifted you off of Chris did you let out a squeal of surprise, before he set you down on your hands and knees and ran a thumb through your folds;

“Chris, you gotta see this”

With a groan Chris moved, looking at his thick white seed dripping from you before he settled back down beside you, arms behind his head. 

Henry pressed his hand to your shoulders, pushing you down as he settled behind you, swiping the bulbous crown of his fat dick through your come soaked lips. You felt that notch as he lined himself up, and with a grunt he slowly pushed into you. 

“Oh fuck…” Henry cursed; “From the way Chris fucked you i thought you’d be loose, but fucking hell you’re tight…”

You were panting with the overwhelming feeling of being stuffed full by Henry, your words punctuated by breaths;

“You’re… the… one… hung… like… a… fucking… horse… OH FUCKING HELL… SO GOOD”

Where Chris had length and an impressive curve, Henry had girth and a lot of it, the sucking sound of him plugging your pussy from behind filling the tent and audible over your yelps and moans. 

“Love it when a girl is loud” Henry grunted from behind you, his hips digging roughly into your his as he punctuated each smooth thrust with a hard and deep halt, before doing it again. In front of you Chris moved, swinging one leg over your shoulders until your face was inches from his crotch and you felt his knuckle underneath your chin;

“Open up Babe”

Looking up you took in the sight of Chris sitting in front of you, his chest patterned with tattoos and coarse hair, his stomach firm yet soft now he no longer had to push his body to the limits of dehydration for Marvel. His dick was hardening as he watched Henry defile your body, and as he cupped your chin he guided your mouth open, gasping as your tongue and lips sucked on the mushroom head. 

Just then Henry started to thrust in harder, his hips harsh as they snapped back and forth and you were reminded that even though he was 250lbs of solid muscle he had the grace of a ballet dancer with his agility. With each push it sent you forwards to take just a little more of Chris into your mouth, before both men were grunting as they spit roasted you like a spit roasted pig at a county fair.

Your senses were overwhelmed, from touch to taste to smell to sound, the atmosphere in the tent was overwhelming and your mind could barely process it through the pleasure that was coursing through your veins. Henry was pulling a fierce orgasm from you and fucking you straight through it, Chris getting close as he cupped his balls and with a groan unloaded thick streams of cum into your mouth. You swallowed what you could but there was so much some dripping down your chin with a steady trail of spit. 

As Chris slipped out of your mouth Henry also pulled out, his strong arms flipping you over until he was on top of you, his mouth catching your own for a fierce kiss, no doubt able to taste Chris on your tongue but he was unbothered by that as he speared your body again. He widened his stance, his legs wide on the mattress as he ground his length into you, and you were completely surrounded by him as his teeth found your neck and he found your pressure points;

“That’s is Darling, let me feel you fall apart for me… felt so good squeezing my cock just a few moments ago, you can do it again, you feel so good…” he praised you as his hips worked serpent like magic between your thighs, the slow grind and push of his pelvic bone against your clit making you roar as your orgasm coursed through your body. You were thankful that the peak of your orgasm had passed when Henry finally reached his peak as to watch the man come undone was a sight of beauty; head thrown back, his mouth open as he let out a groan-come-howl, and you felt the violent spurts of him filling your womb with his cum.

When he was finally spent he bent down and kissed you, tongues and teeth before with a groan he pulled out and rolled to your side;

“You were amazing Darling”

“She was… and is” Chris added as he rolled towards you a kissed you softly, his beard tickling your face and making you smile; “I don’t know about you guys but i’m fucking starving now”

-

Having claimed the flannel shirt you’d worn earlier, that was all you wore as you curled up in a camping chair as Chris lit a campfire and started to make breakfast. Henry approached holding a steaming mug of coffee for you which you eagerly took, your teeth chattering as you started to regret not putting more clothing on;

“Cold? Scoot up and sit on my lap, i’ll keep you warm”

Quickly standing you let Henry take a seat in the camping chair before you sat on his lap, his body like a furnace even though he was just in sweats and a t-shirt. Sitting sideways on him he had one strong arm around your back, the other casually resting on your bare thigh as your legs were swung over the other side of the chair. 

You sat and relished the warmth from his body, the three of you chatting about work when you felt Henry’s hand slide between your thighs. Glancing at his face his attention was trained on Chris, his poker face only cracking when you saw the corner of his mouth tug up in a tiny smirk, glancing at you as Chris turned away and cocking an eyebrow as his fingers found your slit. 

“Shh” he quietly whispered as he slid two fingers into your soaked channel as his thumb found your clit, before he nonchalantly returned to the conversation with Chris. Soon you were writhing on his lap and you could feel the insistent nudge of his cock hard against your ass, so when Chris disappeared to the truck to grab stuff from the chiller Henry grinned at you;

“I need to be inside you… quickly…”

You stood and he pulled his sweats down just enough so his angry red cock sprang free, pulling you to sit on his lap, your legs closed as you stood between his outstretched thighs, and you slid down onto him, spearing your narrow channel with his girth. Chris wandered back holding the supplies;

“Eggs? Breakfast sausage?”

You heard Henry snort back a peel of laughter, and Chris paused, frowning;

“What are you two up to?”

“Chris, she’s already getting her breakfast sausage…” Henry lifted the shirt you wore and you parted your thighs, showing Chris what he was missing. The unmistakable twitch inside Chris’s sweats told you he was growing hard, and as you started to bound on Henry’s lap Chris simply leant and sat on the edge of the small camping table, squeezing himself through the fabric as Henry thrust up into you.

You let your cries and gasps drift on the wind as Henry slid one hand down your front and rubbed firm circles on your clit, his other hand cupping your chin and turning your head so he could kiss you, his stubble brushing against your cheek. He started to grunt and you could feel your orgasm sparking like electricity coursing through your veins, you were now so cock hungry you were begging for him to fill you up with another load of his cum as your body milked him. 

With weary limbs you lay prone across Henry’s lap, a smile on your face as you glanced at Chris who’s eyes were dark with lust as his sweatpants were obscenely tented. Groaning as you pulled off of Henry, your legs wobbled as you closed the distance between you and Chris, kissing him fiercely as he held your body to his so you could feel his hardness pressing against your stomach;

“Betcha getting sore now…” he mused

“Kinda”

“Bend over the table, let me make you feel better…”

Stepping around the table you bent over it, pressing your chest to the smooth surface, grinning at Henry who was now sipping his coffee as he watched you and Chris with interest. 

You heard the click of a bottle lid just as Chris flipped the shirt you still wore up so your naked ass was exposed completely, the cool trickle of oil over your buttocks followed by his warm palms smoothing the cooking condiment into your skin like a goddess at a Greek temple. His thumbs ran over the swollen lips between your thighs and the deep timbre of his voice resonated through you;

“Look at that, so much cum dripping out of you, our little fuck slut”

He slid two fingers into your pussy, before pulling them out and tracing them over your asshole, the oil helping the way as he breached your body and you let out a groan as he slid in easily. Moving his hand he managed to get his other two fingers into your pussy, stuffing both your holes before he grabbed the oil with his other hand and poured more onto your asshole, lubricating you for the inevitable. 

You felt him pull his hand free and he quickly yanked his sweatpants down, the wide bulbous crown pressing against your oiled rose before with a grunt he pushed in and breached your body;

“So fucking good, gonna pump your ass full of cum then Henry can do the same… if he’s got another round in him” he shot a glance to Henry as did you, the Brit raising his coffee mug as he watched his friend plunder your asshole.

“Gonna finish my coffee, and if you’re not done by then Evans you’ll have missed your shot”

With the challenge set by Henry, Chris started to rail you hard, balls deep in your ass as the quiet sounds of nature seemed to come alive as it fed off the carnal energy in its presence, until finally with a scream you came, an intense anal orgasm making you squirt and cover Chris’s thighs, before with a guttural cry he pushed in balls deep and unloaded a thick stream of cum in your bowels. 

You lay prone on the table, your body seemingly on fire as your mind was high on serotonin, watching through heavy lidded eyes as Henry stood and came round to stand behind you beside Chris.

Sucking in a breath Chris carefully pulled out, and the two men watched as a thigh glob of cum slowly slid from your gaping hole. Henry rubbed his thumb over your stretched ring as he pulled his sweats down;

“Gonna enjoy this… don’t normally get to fuck a girls ass, but if she’s already lubed and cum soaked i can just about squeeze in”

The blunt tip of his dick breached your body, and even though Chris wasn’t small, your body had to stretch even more to allow Henry’s girth into your dark passageway;

“So good… doing so well Darling…” Henry muttered as he smoothed his hands over your cheeks; “Fuck this is tight… not gonna last long…”

His powerful hips started to thrust into you, the suction of your body pulling him back in as he railed your asshole with you bent over the small table. 

“C’mon Henry, fill that little slut up”

“Almost… fucking… there…” he replied through gritted teeth, before pushing forwards one last time, filling you with another load.

“Did you…”

“Nah, just getting to that…”

You were hanging on the precipice, your orgasm so close as Henry pulled out and flipped you over, getting to his knees as he buried his face in your pussy, sliding two fingers into each of your cum soaked holes as his wide tongue lapped at your clit and be brought you to one final mind blowing orgasm. 

With everyone completely fucked out and sated, Henry wrapped his arms around you as he pulled you off the table and settled you on his lap, your body and mind overloaded from being fucked so well for so long. You quietly snoozed on his chest as Chris served breakfast, both men eating quietly as you slumbered, before an hour later you finally roused enough with your rumbling stomach to eat some toast.

Finally as they were clearing up you stood and stretched your limbs, before you quietly shed the now rather soiled borrowed shirt, and as naked as the day you were born you slowly walked into the lake, the cool waters lapping at your skin, soothing your muscles and washing away the evidence of your sin filled morning. 

Floating and looking back at the two men as the finished up and started to undress, you smiled to yourself; for your first time camping it was certainly a trip to remember.

[bucksfucks]

messing with a gemini | chris evans

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SUMMARY || chris is a gemini, so you should expect nothing less than snide remarks, witty charm, and mind-blowing sex.

PAIRING || chris evans x reader

WORD COUNT || 1,902 words

WARNINGS || banter, teasing, cocky!chris, definite praise kink, light choking kink, chris goes down on the reader, fingering, oral, drinking, unprotected sex, both smutty, soft, and teasing — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

NOTES || mmmmgmmgmgmgmgmg yeah

     The sound of the door shutting can only mean one thing.

    “Look what the cat dragged in,” you greet him, not turning around to face him.

    “Sweetheart if you don’t learn to shut that pretty little mouth of yours, I’ll do it for you.”

    Another snide remark, another sly smirk, and another roll of your eyes as Chris slides past you with a cup of tea in his hands.

    “You couldn’t make me if you tried.” You spat back, narrowing your eyes at him as you watched him quirk an eyebrow; intrigued at your comment.

    “Is that a challenge? Because you know I never back down from you.” He replies cooly, folding his arms over his chest before taking a sip of his hot drink.

    “Ah yes, how could I forget,” you feign enthusiasm, “you’re a Gemini.” You deadpan and now it’s his turn to roll his eyes.

    He kicks his foot off the wall behind him, “you didn’t answer my question, sweetheart.” He winks, brushing past your shoulder as you scoff.

    He’s gonna out of your sight before you have the chance to say anything else, letting out an exasperated sigh as you will yourself to calm down.

    “Hey!” Someone shouts through the trailer door, “can you run down to makeup for backup?” You don’t get to answer.

    “Thanks!”

    Before whoever it was slammed the door shut and you let out another frustrated groan.

    You knew what you signed up for, you weren’t head of makeup. You weren’t even assistant head. No, you were one of the nobodies.

    Someone they hire to run from one end of set to the other only to get yelled at for not having enough brushes or the right shade of a palette.

    It was almost poetic.

    “Hey, I’m here, what did you guys need?” You ask as you put on a fake smile and enter the makeup trailer.

    The trailer where Chris is sat getting his hair done.

    Your blood boiled, wasn’t he supposed to be a charmer? A sweetheart? Maybe he was just really getting into character?

    “Can you sweep the floor and make sure there’s no more hair?”

    You had to physically fight the urge to drop your face, “sure!”

    You grabbed the broom, feeling embarrassed as you quietly sunk into the background as you felt Chris’ eyes on you.

    A few medial, mind numbing tasks later and it was closing in on 2am. Your notification-less phone screen lit up the empty trailer you were left to clean up.

    Not that you really minded.

    You find solace in the only time of the day where things seem to slow down. You also didn’t hate being alone where you could listen to music and clean hairbrushes.

    “So this is what you do after we cut.” The sound of Chris’ laugh startles you as you let out a soft yelp.

    He has a soft smile on his face, almost unrecognizable without his beard.

    “I thought I was alone,” you reply meekly, turning the volume lower on your phone as Chris shook his head.

    “Oh, I know,” he laughs, “I don’t think anyone would be belting out Queen like that if they didn’t think they were alone.”

    Once again, you feel embarrassed in front of him, shaking your head.

    “Whatever,” you try to brush it off. “Did you need something?” You ask as he shakes his head.

    “I was just checkin’ in on you.” He replies and you’re a little taken aback.

    “Oh, well thanks, but I’m okay. Just finishing up cleaning.” You said with a tight lipped smile and a nod of your head.

    Chris stands there for a second, shoving his hands into his pockets as he looks over his shoulder before clearing his throat.

    “Well uh, some of the cast and crew are havin’ some drinks and pizza later, if you wanted to tag along.”

    The invite makes your stomach drop into your lower belly as you open your mouth.

    You have to take a moment to formulate the words.

    “It’s getting pretty late, I think I’m just gonna head back to my hotel room. Parties aren’t really my thing.” You joke, lightening the mood as Chris cracks a smile.

    “Sure thing, sweetheart. The invites always there,” he says before turning on his heels and leaving you to yourself.

    Chris Evans was an enigma that you didn’t think you’d ever crack.

~

    The soft knock at your door caused your neck to snap in its direction, uncrossing your legs as you slid off the too big hotel bed and looked through the peep hole.

    It was hard to make out the figure, but it looked like...no, it couldn’t be.

    “Chris?” His name slipped through your lips as you opened the door.

    He beamed a smile as he held up a case of beer and box of pizza.

    “Turns out, parties aren’t my thing either.”

    You couldn’t help but chuckle as you moved aside to let him in.

    “And you decided that coming to my room at,” you had to check the time, “3:16 in the morning was the logical thing to do?”

    He set everything down on the coffee table before hopping onto your bed, “yup.”

    You had to roll your eyes as you laughed, closing and locking the door as you stepped in front of him.

    “C’mon kid,” oh, why did that do something to you?

    “You work hard every day of the week, you deserve one night to not care about anything.” His words were gentle as he stood up to grab a beer.

    “Want one?” He asked, holding a beer up as you replayed his words.

    “Sure,” he was right, you do deserve a break.

    You both took a seat on the small, uncomfortable couch in the room as you took a sip. Well, it was beer.

    “So,” you broke the silence, “the Chris Evans doesn’t like parties?” You quirked an amused eyebrow as he laughed.

    “Maybe I wanted to escape to see you, is that so bad?” He said, licking his bottom lip; not breaking eye contact.

    You shook your head, “such a fucking Gemini,” you mumble as Chris smirks.

    “What did I say about that smart mouth of yours?” He eggs you on, leaning forward and giving your knee a squeeze.

    “I don’t remember.” You bite back, feeling your heart kicking in your chest as you feel his breath fanning over your face.

    “Maybe I should teach you a lesson or two then, hmm?” He purrs, running his free hand up your neck and resting it there.

    “I dare you,” you mumble, transfixed on the feeling of his warm hands on you.

    The dominos fall and Chris’ lips are meshed with yours, the faint taste of beer on them as you wrap your fingers in the collar of his shirt.

    “You know I never back down from a challenge,” he murmurs against your lips before taking you by the hand and leading you to the bed.

    He pushes you onto it, the sheets around you as the weight of Chris’ body pushed you further into it.

    “Ah ah,” he tsks when you let out a soft moan, “I thought I told you to keep quiet for me.”

    You swallow thickly, throat dry and lips parted as you gasp when you can feel the weight of him between your hips.

    “Can you do that for me, sweetheart? Can you be a good girl?” He purrs, absolutely knowing what it does to you as you writhe under him. 

    “Good,” he hums. “Now let’s see how good you are when I’m between your legs makin’ then shake.”

    His wink doesn’t go unnoticed by you as your clothes are shed, his coming off until he’s left in nothing but his boxers.

    There’s little left to the imagination, the outline of his cock clear as he wraps his hands around your ankles and tugs you down to the end of the bed.

    You yelp, sliding off the pillows as he sinks to his knees, hungry eyes just waiting to taste you.

    “Look at you,” he cooes, “drippin’ at the thought of me between your thighs?” He mocks, cocking his head to side as he keeps your legs open.

    Chaste kisses are pressed to your inner thighs, gently as you try to stop the plea’s that are begging to slip past your mouth.

    “You’re bein’ so patient for me too, good girl.” He praises, he breath over your core is hot as you grab for his hair.

    The feeling of his tongue makes you moan and squeeze your legs around his head.

    “Mmm,” he hums, “that good already?”

    If he wasn’t buried between your legs you might’ve, just might’ve had the courage to roll your eyes.

    His fingers tease your entrance as his mouth works over your clit.

    There’s no holding back now.

    You don’t care how loud you’re being, giving into the sensation as he works you to the edge, your legs shaking.

    “You wanna come, don’t you, pretty girl?” Yes, God, yes.

    “Well that’s too bad,” he taunts making you let out a whine.

    “Not until I’m buried deep ‘side of you,” he grunts, quickly stripping off the rest of his clothes until he’s crawling back over you with a condom in his hand.

    You’re still dizzy, slightly angry from your denied orgasm, but wanting nothing more than to feel him stretching you out.

    “You think you’re ready for my cock,” he smirks teasingly as you feel him at your entrance.

    You whine, bringing his lips to your but he stops you at the last second.

    “Uh uh baby, I wanna hear you beg for it.” He taunts, nose brushing yours.

    “Fuck,” you whimper, “please, just fuck me.” You beg, eyes meeting his.

    That’s all he needs before he’s slowly sinking into you, watching your face contort in immeasurable pleasure.

    “Feel so fuckin’ good,” he grunts, “so tight and warm.”

    Your fingers dig into his speckled back, finding your ground as you dig into the soft skin as he thrusts into you.

    Suddenly, the only think you can think about is how good this feels.

    “My pretty girl,” he whispers, bending your one leg at the knee to get a deeper angle.

    “Takin’ my cock so goddamn well,” he grunts, “gonna make me come.”

    His words send a shiver down your spine as your walls flutter around him. He drops on one of his elbows, getting impossibly close to you.

    “You’re gonna come too, aren’t you, sweetheart?” He teases, lips on yours swallowing every moan before you feel a hand around your throat.

    “Look at me when you come, baby,” he purrs, applying just the slightest amount of pressure to the column of your throat.

    “Wanna see you come for me,” he smirks, his thrusts getting harsher before you feel yourself giving into your orgasm.

    Your body shakes as your mouth falls open, his name a breathy moan before you feel his hips stuttering.

    He sounds exhausted after he spills inside of you, tumbling on top of you as you’re left in sweaty silence as you’re left with nothing to do but run your fingers through his dampened hair.

    “Gemini or not, you’re what made me weak in the knees, sweetheart.” Chris whispers, eyes on yours as you feel a flutter in your heart.

    “There’s somethin’ about you that I won’t ever grow tired of, that I’m sure about.”

[6lackfiction]

A Little Jealous

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, Smut, Sex Acts, 18+

Plot: You finally meet Chris’ friends but he doesn’t like it when you start to flirty with one of them, he wants to punish you and he does. 

“You’re shaking” he clasped your hands holding them tight “don’t be nervous they’ll love you I promise”

You sighed looking up at him, he kept saying that to you throughout the day and a part of you doubted it, meeting your boyfriend’s friends is terrifying and you were afraid that they wouldn’t like you but you didn’t want to back out now after seeing him so happy when you agreed to join him “Ok you’re right, let’s just get this over with”

“That’s the spirit” he chucked as he climbed out of the car and came round to your side.

He held your hand firmly as you approached the home, you noticed how insanely big it was and before either of you were at the from door you heard the sound of the music booming which eased you a lot and you were secretly grateful for

“God he said it wasn’t a party” he groaned, thumping his fist against the door. After he reached to open the front door which was already unlocked.

“Joe you said a small gathering!” He yelled into the house over the music when his eyes landed on his friend.

“You know me, I can’t help it” he stretched his arms out giving Chris a bear hug, he moved to the living room and gestured with his head for you and Chris to follow him

“CHRIS!” Bellowed the group of people in the living room, Chris took you around the room where there were a chorus of greetings from his friends who then quickly went back to their own conversations.

“She’s a little nervous” Chris pointed to you when he noticed you weren’t making conversation with the last of his friends he was introducing you to.

You tossed him a disapproving look, mortified because you weren’t a conversationalist like Chris and that always made you self conscious.

“I doubt it, it’s probably just because you talk so much and no one can get a word in edgewise” one of the women remarked making the others laughs and you joined in leaning into him teasing.

“Come sit with us” she patted the couch “before he chews your ear off about some sports stuff”

Chris scoffed, rolled his eyes and stormed off leaving you all laughing again and taking the seat that was offered to you.

His friends were nice and funny, they sensed your nerves and instead of asking you questions about your personal life you all talked about the one thing you had in common which was Chris. You occasionally glanced back at him where you saw him eyeing you carefully and giving him a small smile letting him know you were ok.

You sat back for the most part listening to all their childhood stories and you thought about what Chris must have been like when he was younger. They argued after having realised they had different version of the same events, you envied how close they all were and the amount of memories they shared. A few left the couch to get some drinks including the woman who offered you a drink and you were then left alone with his friend Mike.

Mike was hilarious, you got lost in conversation with him, he was so charming and flirtatious something you always liked in people. He had you cracking up most of the night telling you stories about times where Chris’ sister had convinced him to wear a dress and some makeup. You burst out laughing brushing you hand against his as your body shook with laughter.

“What are you guys talking about?” You jumped when you felt Chris sidle up next to you eager to know what you both were laughing at. He pulled you hand back from where it lay on Mike’s knee and held it in his hand firmly.

“You” you said in union, looking at each other and falling back in laughter

“We should probably get going, it’s late” he whispered in your ear squeezing your hand

“No, no we’re having so much fun” you gave him pleading eyes

“Yeah come on Chris, let your girlfriend hang out with me” he flashed his brows at him, smirking.

“We’re going” Chris stated tugging at your hand and pulling you up from the couch.

If you had any amount of strength you would have resisted him but Chris was way stronger than you, he might as well have picked you up. You waved your good-byes to his friends that were scattered all around the house and when you turned to wave good-bye to Mike he had pulled you away so fast you thought you were going to get whiplash.

“Jesus Chris, slow down” you breathed

“What so you can flirt with Mike more”

You almost didn’t hear it but when you did you stood still a few metres away from the car and when he noticed you weren’t moving he turned to you throwing his hands up in the air and furrowing his brows at you.

“Flirting with him?”

“Yeah, I saw the way you were laughing with him!” he spat bitterly, his voice echoing into the night air

You slapped you hand to your mouth but not before a small chuckle escaped

“You think this is funny” he moved to you

“No?” You snorted, a small grin flashing across your face.

He scoffed heading back to the car and you quickly followed him climbing into the passenger seat.

“Chris… honey I’m sorry” you put your hand over his “I’m not laughing I swear”

He started the car, keeping his eyes glued to the road and giving you the cold shoulder. The entire car ride Chris never said a word to you, never glanced at you and really committed to this silent treatment. You just couldn’t believe how jealous and it was a side of him you’d never seen yet and it kind of turned you on. He got possessive and annoyed just at the sight of seeing you getting along with his friend, something he wanted you to do you thought.

As soon as he turned the car into the drive, he still made no attempts to talk to you, just parking the car and getting out of the car.

“Seriously Chris” you narrowed your eyes following him into the house

He headed for the living room throwing himself on the couch and staring up at the couch, he sat up rubbing his head with his hands. You leaned against the door frame watching his movements for a few minutes before moving to pour yourself a glass of scotch and doing the same for him. You set it down on the coffee table in front of him and took a seat beside him, you planted a kiss quickly on his cheek before he could pull his head back.

“You’re really not talking to me” you spoke softly

When he didn’t respond or even look at you, you took that as your clue to leave, finding his behaviour really annoying and slamming your glass to the table you stormed out of the room. Usually you would stay up and wait for him to come to bed before you drifted off to sleep but you were so filled with anger the idea of sleeping next to him almost made you blood boil.

How dare you think you’d flirt with someone else, it’s not like he wasn’t a flirt and hated the attention he got from women. But you never brought it up and felt some type of way about it, you were pacing the bedroom stripping off your clothes and letting them drop to the ground before you crawled into bed. You soon drifted off to sleep despite all the anger and even when you felt the weight shift on his side of the bed.

//

You woke first groggy then letting your senses come back to you, you sigh a deep breath stretching out any tension as the memory of last night flooded you. You turn to your right remembering how he had the nerve to even sleep in bed with you last night and you yank the covers to your side deliberately depriving him of any warmth before getting out of bed in a fit.

You made as much sound as you possibly could, slamming the bathroom door, opening up the drawers loudly and shutting them again, stomping throughout the bedroom hoping all the noise would annoy him and disrupt his sleep. You watch him stir in his sleep slowly waking up and you left the room but not before slamming the bedroom door.

You roamed around the kitchen, pacing lightly, you tried not to be bothered by his behaviour but it was hard. You never thought of Chris as a jealous man and he never showed any jealousy like that before. You wondered if it was some red flag that you missed over the years you’d been dating, maybe the signs were always there and you never paid any attention to it. Something about it didn’t sit well with you and you leaned on the counter mulling it over, he ignored you from the moment you were in the car till you went to bed. That was so unusual, Chris hated going to bed angry so you knew that this must have really gotten to him.

You felt yourself getting annoyed again, did he really think you were flirty or would even think about cheating on him. What did that say about how he felt about you and how he saw you.

“You should learn to be more quiet” he grumbled brushing past you

You didn’t notice that he was even in the kitchen till his voice pulled you out of your thoughts

“Huh” you turned to him

“It was rude, I was sleeping”

“Oh I’m sorry, am I supposed to care” you were being petty for sure and didn’t care about it, he deserved it.

He glared at you flaring his nostrils “don’t piss me off”

“Or what, you’re gonna stop talking to me again. Oh I’m so scared” you mocked

He set down his cup of coffee and slowly approached you “you don’t wanna see what I’ll do”

The little flash of anger in his eyes let you know he was serious, you had gotten under his skin.

“What if I do?” you glared at him playfully

He took a few more steps to you until he had backed you to the counter and pressed himself against you. He gave you a smirk, bending down to kiss and lick your neck softly, he wrapped his arms around your middle pulling you to him sharply.

“Chris you can’t just-“

“What? Touch you” he dipped his head to you neck again sucking gently “I’ll do what I want” His hands slid to your thigh slowly reaching under your robe. “And what I want…” he trailed kisses along you jawline before capturing your lips “is you”.

He was gentle with you at first which had you thinking he wasn’t angry at you anymore before his hand snaked up to cup your skull, pulling your head back so you locked eyes with him. You gasped at the pressure and watched as that anger flooded his eyes again only for it to be replaced with arousal quickly. His loosened his grip and his hand slid down to your throat, your eyes widened as you waited for him to apply pressure but he never did. Instead he watched and felt you whimper against him nervous but you were also getting restless wanting more from him.

“I don’t like seeing you with other men” he gripped your hips harshly “You’re mine and only mine. Do you understand?”

You moaned your response but it didn’t satisfy him, his grip around your throat tightened

“Do you understand?” He asked again

“Yes…yes” you chocked out

He narrowed his eyes “I don’t believe you” He grabbed your waist quickly bending you over the counter. He pushed his pelvis into you and you let out a soft moan feeling his hard cock against you. He leaned into you , whispering in your ear “I think I need to show you”. You couldn’t see his face, only feel him touch all over you body, his warm breath against your ear and him getting harder the more you twisted your hips against him.

“I need to show you who you belong to” his voice rasped as you heard him unbuckling his belt, your breath hitched when the belt hit the floor and the clang rang through silent kitchen. He hiked up your robe so it fell bundled just above your ass, he ran his hand up from your thigh and soft moan escaped your lips.

“You see how wet you are” he slipped his finger inside you, you jerked arching your back as he crooked his finger hitting that spot you loved so much. You bucked your hips slowly with his pace reaching forward to grasp whatever you could to steady yourself. You were getting restless, desperate but he was having fun teasing you.

You groaned feeling his shaft slide up and down your slit. When he moved away you whimpered and whined at the loss aching for him. He teased your hole making sure to line his cock up nicely with you pussy, he waited moments before slamming into you without warning.

“Oh fuck” you cried out as he pounded into you more and more. His thrusts were rough, violent like he was trying to ravage you right there in the kitchen. While you tried your best to keep up with him, every time the tip of his cock hit your cervix you gasped and winced with both pleasure and pain.

The way he thrust into you told you he wanted you to scream him name loudly, it made it difficult for you to stay upright. He bent over you interlocking his fingers with you keeping you in place as he pushed in and out of you picking up the pace again. You felt his breath near your ear again and it drove you insane hearing him breathing heavily. You squeezed your pussy around his cock making his lightly gasp and then thrust into you harshly as punishment.

“Are you misbehaving again” he rasped against your ear, plunging into you harder. “God, you’re so fucking tight”, his lips latched on to your neck as his hands roamed your body.

Soon his hand went to your throat squeezing harshly, you knees started to buckle and all you fell from your lips were moans.

“I wanna hear you, tell me who you belong to” he panted heavily

“It-it’s you, I-i belong to you” you stuttered

“That’s right” he thrust into you burying himself deep inside you “you” he pulled back out teasing your hole “belong” he slowly pushed into you making you exhale deeply “to me” you let out a quiet low moan nearing your release at his words.

You knew he was close too as he movements became staggered, he was trying his best to hold on but it was growing to be difficult for him. You bucked madly crying out loudly, you wanted your release, you needed it.

“Yes, yes god yes” you chanted as you grew close

He pounded into you violently now grunting heavily with every thrust, he gripped you hips then moved his feet to spread your legs as best as far as you’d let him. You tightened around him, you cries bouncing off the walls. You screwed your eyes shut, reaching you hands back to feel for him, worried he’d move and leave you like this.

“Fuck” he grunted loudly still thrusting into you as you body trembled and shook from your orgasm. You yelled slamming you hands to the counter holding on for dear life as you hit your climax. You legs shook and bent inwards as you tried to close them but he didn’t let you. He held them apart still working towards his orgasm.

“Chris-“ you begged

“I’m not done with you yet” he pounded into you a few more times, giving you long strokes before he bent over you his orgasm building quickly. He was buried deep inside you and he was overcome quickly with pleasure. He let go of your legs letting you close them but still staying inside you. He reached up his head resting in the crook of your neck trialing kisses along your shoulder.

You both panted heavily and you struggled to form a deep breath as his body weighed heavy above you. He reached around giving you clit a flick making  gasp beneath him, you were so sensitive to his touch. He slowly moved of you and you dared not move yourself letting him admire the view before you felt him pull you to him.

“I hope you’ve learnt your lesson” he smirked giving you a gentle smack as you walked past him “now get upstairs, I’ll be up soon”

~~~

Hope you enjoyed it, feedback is encouraged and appreciated. 

[baby-dr1ver]

I don’t know if your still taking request but can you do a smut where the reader fakes and orgasm and Chris (Evans) finds out and they have overstimulation sex?

okay listen, that man could give me an orgasm ANY time of the day

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Rating/Warnings: a tiny smidge of angst, just a little, smut, fingering, p in v, squirting, overstimulation, uuh daddy!kink?, unprotected sex (c’mon Chris 🙄), breeding kink

(BYE- tell me that this ^^ doesn't scream daddy)

"It's not like Chris isn't hot, he totally is, it's just that- I don't know I can't get there!" You exclaimed to your best friend on face time. "Girl! He's a fiiiiiine specimen, I mean that man could give me an orgasm any time of the day." She suggested and you gave her a hard glare. "I know he is! You know I've never been able to reach an 'o', I just feel bad for faking it all this time." You said with a sad expression. Unbeknown to you, Chris had come home, and immediately looked for you, needing to relieve stress of the day. He heard you voice in the bedroom but paused when he came to.

"You just need to tell him straight up, make sure he knows it's not his fault, it's just really hard to get you there." You sighed. "I know i know, I just feel bad-" Thats when Chris decided to make his presence known and opened the door. "-hey I have to go, Chris just got home." And you hung up. Chris stood at the door, arms crossed and hard expression on his face. "Hey baby- everything okay?" You questioned in confusion.

"You didn't think I'd find out did you?"

"Chris what-"

"Don't lie to me. I heard you on the phone. Faking your orgasms huh?" Oh god. "Chris listen it's not your fault-"

"yeah yeah I know. You want an orgasm? I'll give you one." He stalked over to you, with a preditorial gaze. He grabbed your ankles and pulled you down flat. He slid his hands from your ankles, to the tops of your sweatpants. You knew he was in for a surpise, seeing as that you weren’t wearing any underwear. Once he discovered this, he let out a quiet ‘tsk’ and kept moving. He was being oddly gentle, which scared you thinking about what was to come. 

He kissed you ankle, up to your knee, before he switched sides and did the same. This time, he went up your thigh, and left wet, open mouth kisses. He would nip, and bite, leaving angry red marks across your thigh. “Chris- please stop teasing” You begged. But he didn’t let up, he just switched to the other side, and kept teasing. “Paitience my love” 

He got to the crease of your thigh, and trailed his nose over to the top of your mound. “My girl huh?” He mumbled as he nuzzled, kissed around your pussy. “Lying to me all those times we had sex, saying how good it was” He finally gave your clit a kiss. “didn’t lie- was alwasy good just couldn’t uh-mhm god-couldn’t get there.”

He didn’t respond after that, instead he dove in. It was sloppy, wet, and uncorridinated. Chris was licking up and down, side to side, making you cry out in pleasure-porn star moans that made you pull his hair. Listening to how wet you were, made you cringe. Chris could alwasy get you wet but, it was like a fucking water fall. Chris slid two fingers in, then three, and crooked them up into you g-spot. Your back arched up into the air, “Oh fuck- daddy please! more!” Oh god, you really couldn’t even bring yourself to care, to far gone in pleasure to be embarrassed. 

Your body was on fire, you felt overwhelmed with a buzzing sensation that was pressing through your body. “Chris- I think I might- I think I’m gonna cum!” You shrieked before you felt you body go rigid, and you pussy seize around Chris’s fingers.

You finally came down from this…. high before you looked down, only to see the bed soaked, along with Chris. “Holy shit” he said. You started to stutter out apologizes, “No no no, that was- amazing, I’m gonna make you do it again. “ Chris exasperated, loving the thought he could make you squirt.

And he did. Over and over and over and over. Your body wasn’t used to suck stimulation so by the time your 5 organs rolled around, you were in tears. Your body was spent, and you didn’t think you could take anymore. That was until you looked down to see Chris in boxers, hard as a fucking rock. “Got one more in ya sweetheart?” His Boston accent more prominent when he’s aroused, fueling the need for him.

“Don’t know- to sensitive- Chris!” You yelled as he started to stoke your clit in soft circles. “That’s not m’name sweet girl” Oh fuck be side ways.He was really playing this game huh? “Sorry, daddy, I can take it.” Chris mumbled a ‘atta girl’ making your mind sing at the praise.

He put a forearm beside your head, and the other went to line of his cock with your pussy. He looked up at you, asking for permission in which you eagerly nodded. This wasn’t the first time he was inside you but, this time felt different. You felt every ridge, vein, and bump in his dick, and my god did it feel like heaven. You both let out a synchronous moan when Chris finally bottomed out, the head kissing the top of your cervix. He didn’t move, letting you get used to him, knowing you were so sensitive but, you had other plans.

“Daddy please- please move” You begged. You wanted Chris to fuck too so hard you wouldn’t walk for the next week. Chris started to move, slowly at first, in and out in and out. You both got impatient, you started to move your hips in time with his, causing him to speed up. “My god Y/N- keep squeezing me like that and this’ll be over soon then we’d both like” Chris panted, clearly out of breathe.

Chris was fucking you like an animal. Mumbling filthy worlds into your breast, while your hands tugged at his hair. He would kiss you with a different contrast, his kisses were sweet, just to say ‘hey I’m here, we’re okay’ and for that, you were thankful.

Your brain didn’t catch most things he was saying. Just some like “such a good fucking girl” and “feels so fucking good.” “my girl, only mine. only I can make you feel this way huh?” It was all so possessive and dirty, and wild. You tried to respond but it all came out as jumble, broken sentences.

“daddy! mm please- need it so bad” He hummed.

“Need what sweet girl? Need to come all over my cock? Need me to fill you with my cum huh?” That about did it. The thought of Chris filling you with his cum, possibly getting you pregnant, made you clench.

“Oh she likes that. You like the thought of me filling you to the brim, seeing your tummy bulge with my cum. Puttin’ a baby in you?”

You let out a pathetic whine. More tears streamed down your face, so overstimulated, ready to cum once more. “please please please please-“ was your mantra.

“Go ahead baby, come for me. Come all over my cock” You didn’t need anymore encouragement. Once again, your body went stiff and you let out a scream of pleasure. You came down, to feel Chris still pumping in and out of you.

“C’mon daddy, come in me-need it so bad” You swept your hands up his back, nails making red lines up his back. That’s when he let go. Chris let out a loud groan, before you felt a warm sensation in your stomach, watching it plump up with his seed.

Just as tired as you, Chris plopped himself on top of you, and your hands immediately went into his hair. Your body hurt but, you didn’t have the heart to tell Chris to move.

“Oh god! I need to clean you up hold on!” You laughed as you watched him run around, while his tiny booty jiggled. He came out of the bathroom with a warm cloth and started to clean your pussy. You hissed when he started to gently swipe through your sticky mess. “Sorry,” he said with a guilt face, “to hard?” You shook your head no, eyes closed, exhaustion catching up with you.

You made grabby hands towards your boyfriend, as he threw the now dirty cloth into the hamper crawling over to you. He slipped under the blankets as he slid his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.

“Do you really want to have a baby with me?” He asked out if no where. You picked your head up from his chest put a hand on his cheek, and looked him straight in the eyes.

“I want nothing more than to have a family with you Chris.” He didn’t say anything, just smiled and pulled your head into his chest. You let out a content sigh, sleep over taking you, knowing you were safe next to the love of your life.

Chris stayed up. Staring at you, watching you sleep looking as beautiful as ever. The moon light lit up the features of your face. (Give yourself a description! I try to keep it so you really do imagine yourself so feel free to do that here!!!). Chris started to trace your lips, then your nose, and tried to smooth out the worry lines in your forehead. Worried, even in your sleep.

He kept thinking about the little black velvet box in his drawer. He’s had it for months, he knew you were the one from the beginning. He just hope you felt the same.

A/N: not gonna lie, I wrote this high in pain killers so, sorry if it’s shitty. hope you like it!

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

I'm not Mad

A/n: Hello, My 🍓Little Strawberries🍓! I'm back after 5 days? Of being away. Also, I know this pic is from "Defending Jacob" but this was the best I could find. (Totally not because I'm lazy to find another one.)

Chris Evans x Boyfriend reader

Warnings: passionate smut?, no kinks, and fluff

Requested from @nighthunter241

They requested: Male reader is at work while his boyfriend Chris is at the infinity war premiere (their relationship is a secret, so he did not go). While at work he hears some of the other workers talking about how Chris accidentally announced him having a boyfriend. After some days have passed, Chris goes back home and talks to the male reader apologizing about how he exposed the relationship (thinking the male reader was angry with him) But the male reader is relieved that he does not have to be a secret anymore. They celebrate by having a dinner date which ends with the two having a steamy moment (smut).

M/n: Male name

Word count: 2534

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You were currently at work just doing serving the masses. Everything was going amazing but early a Karen decided to make a fuss.

Flashback

You were just minding your own business, helping some employees until out of the corner of your eyes. You see a woman, who looked like she was in her mid-30s, with blonde hair pushed to the side with some strands on the other side, and wearing sunglasses.

She was yelling and screaming at the poor woman. It looked like the young lady was going to start crying. She was causing a scene, everyone was just pretending like they weren't seeing or hearing anything. Only giving a few glances and some were recording.

"How about you go back to Mexico!" now that's where you cross the line. Well, you crossed the line a long time ago.

"Ma'am, that is highly offensive, and I suggest you leave immediately!" you butted in.

"NO! I won't leave until I have the manager!" She yelled at you, even though you told her to leave in a calm voice.

"I. Am. The. Manager!" You said in a slow tone. Your left eye was twitching and the smile you were giving was twitching. You were this close to losing it.

"Well, sir, this damn immigrant fucked up my food!" you just looked at her like "really?" She was mad over that?! "Okay, ma'am, you could've just ask instead of throwing an adult tantrum."

Her face looked like she was offended. Then she went back to yelling and screaming. "Listen here! I gonna have to ask you to leave or I'm calling the police."

She just screams and screams, annoying the over customers who have to sit through this whole problem. Then she yelled, "He hit me! Stop hitting me!" She said that while she reaching behind the counter to hit ME.

"Y'all are seeing this right? I'm not evening hitting you! My hands are right here!" You just lost but thankfully the police arrived and escorted her out.

"Finally that woman is gone."

(Don't be a Karen, if you don't know what a Karen is then look it up.)

Flashback over.

But other than that, your day was going amazing. Especially since your boyfriend, the famous, Chris Evans was coming back home after the Infinity War premiere. Yes, you were dating the one and one Chris Evans.

You were still at work on your break until you overhear one of your employees. "Really?" "Yeah, apparently Chris Evans has a boyfriend!" two girls were chatting and looking at the other's phone. "Lucky to whoever is dating him! He is literally daddy material."

"Yeah, but they must be cute together! I wonder who it could be?" the two girls began to squeal. They didn't know that their own boss was dating Chris.

Now, you didn't know that he leaked your guy's relationship but you're not mad at him. You're actually relieved and happy that it's not a secret anymore.

All you could do was wait for his return.

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Time Skip (2 days)

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Chris was driving his way to yours and his place. Yes, you and he live together. Many thoughts were running through his head. 'What if he leaves me? What if he's mad at me? Will he still be with me?'

Chris just couldn't stop thinking all about the negative thoughts. He knew you wanted to keep your guy's relationship a secret but he accidentally let it slip.

Flashback.

"So, Chris- do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend? Or are you in a relationship?" someone asked.

Chris wasn't thinking properly and accidentally said, "Yes, I do have a boyfriend-" Chris stopped himself but it was too late. His eyes widen but tried to play it off.

Everyone was now talking. It was at that moment Chris knew, he fucked up.

Flashback over.

Chris finally arrived at yours and his place. He approached the door and took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell.

You were sitting on the couch just minding your business watching videos on YouTube until the doorbell rings.

'Chris is here!' you yelled in your mind excited to see your boyfriend. He finally arrived from the Infinity War Premiere.

Once you opened the door, you were immediately engulfed by two large hands and the sounds of Chris crying? He held you tight until he spoke.

"Please don't leave me M/n! I didn't mean to say that! I know you wanted to keep it a secret but- I just-..." Chris said crying his face off. You looked at him confused until you remembered what he meant.

"Please don't break up with me! I'll take you out to dinn-" You cut him off there.

"I'm not mad Chris. I'm actually glad that you told everyone." You said in a soft voice as you wrapped your arms around his neck calming him down a little.

"So, you're not mad?" you shake your head no. "Can I still take you out?" you rolled eyes and smiled, "Whatever makes you happy."

You and Chris just ended up cuddling on the couch for the next 4 hours. Chris was scheduling your guy's date at someplace. You hoped it wasn't any of those places cause their food is awful and tastes horrible.

You were cuddling into Chris's warm muscular arm as it was wrapped around your waist. "Hey, baby?" You hear him call out to you. "Yes?" You responded rubbing your head against his muscular arms. Chris smiled at you before speaking.

"Well... I found this place- and don't worry it ain't fancy- So, how about we go?" Chris said scratching the back of his head. You smiled at your nervous boyfriend. "Yes, you lughead."

"Alright, let's get ready." you nodded your head as you got up from your position to get ready. "Oh, and try to be cautious about the paparazzi. Everyone now knows about our relationship."

You nodded your head understanding what he meant. the Paparazzi can be a pain in the ass. bombarding celebrities with cameras and annoying the shit out of them.

After about 30 minutes you both were ready for dinner. Chris also had something else in store for you when got home.

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Time skip (end of your dinner date)

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Everything was going amazing besides the bombardment of the paparazzi, questioning us about our relationship.

Once we got home, Chris said he had one more thing to show you. You wondered what it could be.

"So babe, I know you're not mad about me telling everyone about our relationship but I want to give you the ultimate apology," Chris said while snaking his arm around you.

"Oh? And what's this ultimate apology?" You replied knowing what he meant.

(Disclaimer: I'm not good with writing passionate smut. Message me if this is good.)

"Oh, you'll see baby," Chris said before latching his lips against yours. You kissed him back while wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him closer.

You opened your mouth to allow him to have access to your wet cavern. Your tongues fought for dominance with Chris winning. He explored every nook and cranny of your mouth.

Chris pulled back."How about we take this to the room?" "Yes!" Chris smirked before gesturing for you to jump. "Jump baby."

You complied wrapping your legs around his waist and arms around his neck. Chris grabbed your plump ass for more support. But also because he just wanted to touch it.

He carried you to the room still making out. Once there, he sat on the bed with it sinking under his weight. Chris began to move his hands up and down your sides as the kiss was getting more intense.

(Chris is sitting down, with you on his lap.)

You pulled back with a strand of saliva connecting your mouths. You both took deep breaths before you slowly began to undress Chris. Chris did the same.

"You're so hot." You said, kissing down his neck leaving love bites. Chris groaned as a response. You got up and removed pants and boxers hopped back onto Chris's lap.

Your hard cock slapped your stomach as you hopped back onto his lap. This time it was Chris's turn to leave marks on your smooth skin. "You're so soft..." Chris said with his face buried in your neck leaving his love bites on you.

You whine as Chris pulled back before latching his lips back onto you. You pushed him back onto the bed and began to lick his erected bubs.

You moved your hand across his chiseled abs and massage his left pec. You traced your tongue down to his abs, leaving behind a trail of slick down to his lower part.

You have gotten to one of the best parts of Chris's body. His crotch area. You removed Chris's pants to reveal a large bulge. You licked your lips as you removed his underwear.

Chris's cock slapped his stomach after you removed it. You held his 8-inch cock in your hand. You could feel the heat radiant from it and thick heavy meat.

You gave your lips one final lick before stuffing your mouth with his meaty cock. Chris lost his breath and threw his head back as you took him whole.

Chris liked your wet and warm mouth. He felt like he was going to cum right then and there but he held himself back. You lick his sides and swirling your tongue around his fat tip.

You could taste his delicious and creamy pre-cum. You could feel his cock pulse and twitch meaning that he was close.

"Now, Chris, don't cum now or that will ruin the fun! We haven't even gotten to the best part!" You exclaimed pulling away from his cock. Chris just chuckled, "Sorry, your mouth was just too good."

You smiled at Chris before laying down with your ass pointing towards him. Chris immediately got the gesture and approached you.

Chris wet three fingers with his saliva and traced them around your tight muscle ring. You whimpered as you felt one go in. The first finger was to find your sweet spot.

After moving it around for about a minute you felt shocked run through your veins. "That's where it is," Chris muttered to himself. Then you felt a second finger go in.

Chris was stretching you out properly cause he doesn't want to hurt you. Your small moans were muffled by the pillow you were holding tightly.

Chris noticed, "Am I hurting you? Do you want me to stop?" Chris asked. "N-no... I'm fine. Please... continue." Chris nodded his head before pulling his fingers out.

Chris then placed his cock on one of your cheeks. "Tell me if it hurts. Okay? I don't want to hurt you." You nodded your head in response. This was it, you finally losing your virginity.

You could feel the tip move past the ring as it pushed deeper then it stopped. "Is it you hurting?" You shake your head no. "N-no... it doesn't hurt. C-continue."

Chris nodded his head before pushing deeper into you. His cock was now fully into you, it was touching your sweet spot. Your cock was twitching at the pleasure even though he didn't start thrusting.

He let you adjust yourself to his large size. He's going to wait until your truly prepared. After about 5 minutes you felt ready.

"You... c-can start to move now." You said whimpering and whining a little. Chris nodded and began to thrust. He started off by giving small thrusts but he already was kissing your sweet spot making you moan.

Chris gave more small thrust, waiting for him to go faster. "P-please go faster..." You begged Chris wanting to feel him more. "Are you sure, I don't-"

"Stop it. I can take it... probably" You muttered the last part. Chris sighed and did what you want. His thrusts then began to go faster. His cock repeatedly began to hit your sweet spot.

Your plump ass was tightening around him as he pushed deeper into your warm love hole. "F-feels... so... g-good." You now know what it's like to have sex after your friends talked about how they had sex.

Your cock began to twitch wanting to release a hard load. You could feel Chris's cock pulse and twitch inside. "I'm... c-close." "Me too," Chris responded, throwing his head back as you tighten around him.

"Let's cum together." You nodded your head. Chris began to go faster, hitting your sweet spot over and over. And you began to tighten around him as his thrusts began to go faster.

The room was getting foggier. Sounds of skin slapping, moaning, and groaning were heard too. You and Chris reached the end.

"I'M CUMMING!" You both yelled at the same time. Your cock busted all over the sheets while you could feel Chris's hot cum fill you up. Painting your wet walls with his paint.

Chris pulled out to see some of his cum pouring out and your twitching and doing a grabbing motion. You never felt so empty before.

You two sat there regaining your breath. Chris laid down and soon you followed. You got up from your position and cuddled into Chris's strong arms.

You laid your head onto his pecs while his arm moved to enclose. It was comfortable laying on him. "I love you, Chris." You said kissing him forehead.

"I love you too, M/n. I'm glad you're not mad at me." Chris replied, planting a kiss on your forehead before falling asleep.

You both laid there snuggling into each other's hold.

THE END

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Healed Heart

Final Part of the Shattered Heart Mini-Series

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader Warnings: 18+ Minor Smut / Angst / Cheating / Arguing / Mentions of Divorce / Swearing Word Count: 2.9k A/N: So here is the final part of my mini-series. I honestly cannot thank you so much for the support on this, it means a lot to me and I love you guys for it!!! Please let me know what you think. I hope you’re happy with the ending because it took me a really long time to decide how I could finish off this story with justice. Thank you again, truly😘 Please reblog and like🖤

Part One: Shattered Heart Part Two: Troubled Heart Part Three: Bewildered Heart

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Three tortuous days had passed since you had last seen or spoke to Chris, three days since you kicked him out your home. You’d had nightmares about being in a loveless and hateful marriage, steamy dreams about your recent rendezvous and nights where you just felt so alone that you had cried yourself to sleep. It was safe to say that the past three days had been exhausting. 

Although fucking Chris in the kitchen during a harrowing argument probably wasn’t the smartest thing you’ve done, it led to some realisations about how you wanted to proceed with your marriage. You definitely didn’t regret anything you said, or did with Chris that day and that was what you found important amongst the disaster. Not regretting your decisions meant that you knew you wanted to move forward in your marriage, and not look backwards; something you would consider a big first step in repairing your marriage. You knew you couldn’t forget what happened and would have to address it before moving forward but you knew you had the desire to push through the hard times. 

You’d called Chris that morning and told him that you wanted him to come home, not that he could or should but that you wanted him at home with you. Emotionally, it felt like the right decision, because at the end of the day he was your husband and you missed him. Practically, it is his home as well and it was the only place you could both be to sort out your marriage with privacy. You didn’t want to be surrounded by the media or by prying eyes. Hell, you didn’t even want the opinion of family or friends, this was between you and Chris only. 

As you tidied up the house a bit and thought about the moment Chris would walk through the door, it was clear to you that no matter how angry or hurt you were, Chris was your endgame. You had played all the variables over and over in your head loads of times, societal rights and wrongs about cheating when you realised, fuck society. You would never leave your husband over this, and that was okay. This was your story and who cared what anyone else thought, because you didn’t want to give up. You owe it to yourself, to your marriage, to try and fix everything before throwing it away. 

For the first few days, Chris slept in the spare room and you danced around each other, trying to find your new normal whilst you navigated the mess that was your marriage. 

Once the first week passed, Chris continued to sleep in the spare room and you finally plucked up the courage to address the problem that had been plaguing your marriage for weeks, months if you consider back to when the problem initially started. 

The day you decided to bring it up, you had finished work early and Chris was already at home when you arrived back around 3pm. 

Walking through the house, you finally found Chris in the home office. 

“I thought you were filming today?” Chris looked up at the sound of your voice. 

“Oh hi sweetheart. I didn’t hear you come in? Um, yeah I was but, uh.. she turned up to re-film some scenes so I came home.” 

You winced at the thought of her and Chris together but was quickly calmed by the effort Chris had made to avoid her. 

Clearing your throat, you found the courage to reply. 

“Oh, er, did you not have to keep filming?” Leaning against the door frame, you settled in for a longer conversation. 

“It wasn’t anything that I can’t just do another day when she isn’t there. I’ve got some scripts to read over anyway so it’s fine.” 

You sighed. This seemed like an appropriate time to bring up the unspoken topic so you could start moving forward but your anxiety felt crippling in that very moment, you didn’t know if you could face it. 

“Sweetheart..” Chris whispered, “Y/N, sit down, please..” 

You moved to sit down on the small sofa by the window, tucking your feet up and under yourself. Chris moved to join you, sitting fairly close but not touching you as you hadn’t crossed that boundary since he came home. 

“Look baby, I’ve been home a week now and we’ve just walked around this house like we are two strangers. I need you to talk to me, tell me what you’re thinking because you’re the one that told me you wanted me to come home?”

You looked up from your lap and straight into Chris’s eyes, “You do feel like a stranger to me.”

You heard his voice hitch in his throat, clearly caught off guard by your blunt answer. 

“I’m still me, sweetheart. I’m the same person you met seven years ago and I’m the same person you married four years ago. Please don’t think I’ve changed.” 

A lone tear falls straight from your eye, as you whimper, “I miss him.” 

It takes Chris no longer than a second to pull you into his lap, all boundaries obliterated, as he hugs you like his life depends on it. As you cry all you can hear is Chris repeatedly whispering, ‘I’m here. I’m still me. I love you.’ 

You shudder at the softened and sweet contact, something you hadn’t felt for weeks but you embraced it, leaning further into Chris’s chest for comfort. 

Once you had basked in the feeling for a bit longer, shutting the world and your problems out, you knew you had to move away. It would have been unfair to give Chris mixed signals as your marriage was still clearly on the rocks. 

Sitting back up on the sofa, you composed yourself. 

“I know you are still you Chris, but you’ve changed to me now. This you..”, you sigh before continuing, “..you’re tainted and untrustworthy, you’re the man that cheated on me, you’re not my husband. I need to get to know you again, and I need to learn to love our marriage again, and learn to trust you again. It’s going to take time.” 

“B-but you want to try?”

“Of course I want to try. Endgame right? That hasn’t changed for me but other things have to change, we cannot continue like this otherwise if something else were to happen, I don’t think we would survive it.” 

“I am infinitely yours sweetheart. Forever.” You watch Chris smile sweetly. 

Feeling slightly more confident and feeling like Chris has really been listening to you, you knew it was time to talk about her. 

“Okay, well whilst we are here, I think we should talk about her. It’s the biggest hurdle for me, and I can’t move past it. I just can’t deal with you seeing her right now, not whilst I’m learning to trust you again. I’ll never trust her so I need to 100% be able to trust you again.” 

Grabbing hold of your hand, Chris nods in understanding.

“That is completely fine sweetheart. For now, how about I just work my schedule around when she isn’t there and wait until you are comfortable before I finish filming my scenes with her? I don’t care if it postpones the film, or they replace me, you are more important to me than any film and I’ll do whatever it takes to prove it to you!” 

You nod feebly, shocked and relieved with the instant commitment Chris was happy to make to save your marriage and earn your trust back. 

An awkward silence falls over the room at the monumental conversation you just had. Needing a moment to yourself, you decide to make a quick exit. 

‘Um, I think I’ll go and grab a shower before dinner.” Quickly leaving, you rush to your ensuite. 

The shower provided a solace to digest what just happened, a few tears falling as you feel overwhelmed. But you left the bathroom with a renewed sense of hope. 

It was another week of tough conversations and private marriage counselling before you felt you had reached another milestone in fixing your marriage. 

You were in the ensuite of your bedroom when Chris came in to say goodnight. He was merely wearing a pair of pyjamas bottoms that amusingly you were wearing the matching top of. 

He chuckled as he leant against the wall, “I was looking for that top.” 

You giggled lightly and blushed, using all your self control to not drool over seeing Chris topless. Unfortunately, you had never been good at hiding any of your emotions from Chris and you saw him smirk slightly at your flustered state. 

“Okay, well, I just came to say goodnight, so uh- night I guess..” 

You mumbled a goodnight back as Chris turned to walk out the room. A rush of affection from the interaction washed over you causing you to shout back towards Chris to catch his attention. 

“Um, stay..” 

You saw the startled look on his face as the words left your lips. 

“Stay with me tonight..”, you repeated as if you were confirming your own words. 

“Yeah, course I’ll stay, if that’s what you want?”, he shuffled back towards you. 

“It is what I want.” 

You smiled at him sweetly before you brushed past him and moved towards the bed, leaving him a bit stunned in the bathroom. 

Weeks passed with no problems. You and Chris had gone back to sleeping in the same bed and you often woke up snuggled together. At first, you’d wake and quickly move away from him however, slowly, you became comfortable with it and you were finally starting to feel at peace in his arms. 

You had woken up early this specific Monday morning as it was Chris’s first day back filming with her. You felt sick to the stomach at the thought of him seeing her again and had slept terribly. You knew this day would come and thought you would be, at least slightly prepared, but as the day dawned, you were scared. Nerves caged around your heart as your mind could only replay the moment Chris told you that he had kissed another woman.

Chris had to go back to work, you understood that. He had already put it off for a while and sacrificed enough of his job to try and reconcile your marriage. You almost felt obliged to let him go back to work, who were you to hold your husband back from his job? 

You were sitting in the kitchen, slowly nursing a very strong coffee when Chris came down, ready for his day. You glanced up at him briefly, barely acknowledging his words to you. 

“Y/N? Sweetheart, are you okay? You’re up really early?” 

Glancing at the clock reading 7:30am, you shrugged and mumbled, “Woke up at 5:30am.”

You stared in the abyss, thoughts whirring through your mind. Thinking about being frightened to death about the thought that your marriage wasn’t even halfway back to where it should be. Knowing that Chris would see her today, spend all his time with her whilst you were waiting back at home for him. It felt like some sick and twisted de ja vu. 

It had been almost two months since you’d last been with Chris in any form of intimacy, almost four months since you were truly a happily married couple and now he was going to see her again, were you really debating that history would repeat itself? 

“Baby, will you talk to me? I can see something is on your mind”, Chris gently rests his hand over yours, bringing you out your nightmarish daydream. 

Looking up at Chris, taking in all his handsome features, you thought, how could anyone ever resist him. The thought panicked you even more.  

Learning from previous mistakes, you knew it was best to communicate to him how you were feeling. 

“I’m scared you’re going to see her again today and history could just repeat itself. Nothing is fixed yet Chris, and it feels like we are already going backwards.”

Just when you thought that being honest and communicating with Chris was the best option, it backfired in your face. Chris scoffed, a look of disgust on his face. 

“Huh, you’re not kidding?” Watching him run his hand through his hair, he turns away and slams his coffee mug down on the side. You jump at the aggressive action. 

“You really think I’d do that again? You really think that little of me? Have you not seen all the work I’ve put into this fucking marriage the past couple of months?”, he shrugs and turns back to you, “What else do you want from me Y/N?” 

You wince at his spiteful words. 

“I know you’ve put a lot into this marriage Chris, so have I! We’ve been doing really well, but can you really blame me for having doubts on your first day back with her? I thought you’d understand!” 

“No, I don’t blame you, but I thought you’d trust me more that this by now.” 

You chew on your lip nervously as you both stare at one another, terrified of the silence. 

“I’ve got to go to work Y/N, see you later.” You hear Chris huff before he walks straight out the house, leaving you sitting dumbfounded and anxious at your kitchen table. 

Trying to do any work from home was useless as you just felt panicked and couldn’t stop thinking about how Chris’s day was going. You hadn’t heard from him since this morning at it was now 6pm. 

After developing a painful stress headache, you decide to lay down in bed. Believing you can block the world out and briefly pretend that nothing is wrong in your marriage, you shut your eyes momentarily. 

FLASHBACK. 

Waking up so softly, you barely blink your eyes open as you feel tender kisses dancing their way up your back, following the line of your spine. You flutter your eyes open carefully, aware of the vibrant sunlight gracing your face as you try to focus your eyes, gradually making out the floor length curtains gently blowing through the breeze from your open balcony doors. You can hear the soft crashes of the waves and can see the soft, baby blue sky from your place on the bed as you stretch out all your limbs from an energetic night. You let yourself surrender to the feeling of Chris’s lips grazing against your bare body.

As he gradually makes his way up to your neck and cheek, you hum in utter happiness and contentment as he places one final kiss on your cheek as he leans over your body. You can feel every line and shape of his naked form as it presses up against you. You think about how you’ve never felt so happy and loved in this moment, knowing that this is exactly how you’ll get to feel for the rest of your life. 

“Good morning Mrs. Evans”, Chris roughly whispers, his voice hoarse from minimal sleep. He nibbles on your ear teasingly before grinding his core over your ass. You whimper at the feeling his movements evoke from you. 

“Mhm, I like how that sounds”, you mumble before smiling happily. The use of that name giving you butterflies. The one that now belongs to you, the name that now proves you belong to each other forever.

END OF FLASHBACK.

You wake with a start as you hear the front door slam slightly. You sit up too quickly, as you feel light-headed and your vision blurs slightly. You breath deeply, gaining your bearings before looking at the bedside clock. 7:30pm; you had slept right through dinner. 

Not that it mattered because you would have been eating alone anyway, you thought. 

Your body adjusts to being awake, your stomach fluttering slightly at the memories and feelings that the dream provoked. Momentarily caught in a fever dream. 

Back in reality, you brain registers that there was a slam at the door. Quickly, you get up and rush downstairs to see what is happening. 

As you halt at the bottom of the stairs and look out into the open plan room, you see Chris standing by the breakfast bar. The very same breakfast bar that holds so many recent heartbreaking conversations. But this time, it doesn’t bring you sadness. 

There Chris stands, holding takeout food in one hand and in the other, your favourite donuts. Behind him, on the wall, hangs the framed photo from your wedding day. Your matching smiles beaming on both your faces, almost as if they are lighting up the room.

You look back at him, standing here in your house. Bringing home dinner to you. Coming home to you. 

Your breath catches in your throat, “It’s you Chris, it’s always going to be you.”

You watch him place down the food on the side, before he begins striding towards you. Stuck in your spot, you can’t do anything but smile at your husband as he reaches you. 

“Forever yours”, you whisper before Chris’s lips crash onto yours for the first time in months. Your lips work together as your hands grip as his waist and his grasp your neck and face so you can’t move away. So you can only feel Chris, so you can truly remember the raw intimacy and passion between you. 

As your lips melt together, it feels as monumental as the moment he kissed you as you became his wife. It feels as if your story is beginning again; with a fresh start and a new-found hope for your marriage. 

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I can't help being scared!

Sebastian Stan x reader

Guest appearance: marvel cast

Warnings: some curse words. Little bit of angst if you squint but barely noticeable.

Summary: The reader is on the Graham Norton Show with Sebastian, Tom Hiddleston, Chris Evans, RDJ, Anthony Mackie and Benedict Cumberbatch. Graham shows a clip of the reader with her classmates for a project at a haunted house. That gives the rest of the cast a brilliant idea! But unfortunately their great plan didn’t turn out great for you… or did it?

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I can’t help being scared!

You were backstage with Sebastian, Tom, Chris, RDJ, Anthony and Benedict. You were quit nervous to say the least. This was your first time on a talk show host. But you weren’t nervous for the actual show but because Graham always knew how to find embarrassing videos and/or pictures. And there were enough of them! Sebastian stood next to you. His arm around you. “you’re great, they’re gonna love you” he told you. You just smiled. “Sebastian is right darling, no need to worry! We’re here with you.” Tom said sweetly. You blushed a little. “thank you guys” you told them.

Since you were the newbie you thought they would give you a little bit of a hard time but that was everything but the truth! They took you in as a part of the family. The fans already loved you! And you really grew closer to Sebastian. This was your first big role and you loved Marvel way before you got the part. And you also had a huge crush on Sebastian before that. You might have hoped that he was a jackass so it would be easier to be around him than crush on him hard. But also that was everything but the truth. He was so nice. Nicer than you thought he was, which is very hard to achieve, but yet there he was. He might’ve been the nicest person you’ve ever encountered. But the whole cast was extremely nice and kind! It just didn’t help with your crush on Sebastian to say the least….. you were full head over heels for the blue eyed man.

Graham called you one by one on the stage, leaving you and Sebastian alone for a second. “Really sweetheart, they’re gonna love you!” he told you “Thank you Seba” you told him with a slight blush. “also you look incredible!” he told you while scanning you which made you blush even harder. Graham called Sebastian to the stage and he gave you a quick kiss on the side of your head and squeezed your hand before going up.

You paced a little around when your name came up. “and a huge applause for Y/N Y/L/N!” the crowd grew wild. You walked up and waved to the people and gave Graham a hug while the whole cast smiled at you. You plopped down the couch next to Sebastian and Chris. You took a sip of your alcoholic drank.

The show was going great until the last moment. “So Y/N, do you get scared easily?” he looked at him in confusion. “ehm I don’t really know actually although the question scares me” you told him laughing not knowing what he was going with this. The crowd was laughing with you. “I’m asking because we have found a video of you, and I believe are some classmates? At a haunted house for a project…. “ he said waiting for the ball to drop in your head. “oh god” you said immediately feeling embarrassment filing up your body.

“yeah I remember….” You said chuckling. The whole cast looked at you in confusion. “well we don’t know!” RDJ said. “well luckily we have the footage” Graham said. You groaned putting your hands in your face. “maybe you can gives a little background story on this” Graham asked chuckling while holding his cards in front of his mouth. You chuckled a little as well “okay so ehm… we had a project to make a video and we were left doing what we wanted but it had some criteria we had to get of course. But ehm the group decided to go to a haunted house and well I didn’t really like it” you said “lets watch the footage” Graham said and the crew scooted over to get a good look at the monitor it was playing the video on.

~footage~

“so here we are! At a haunted house for a challenge!” one of your classmates Joey said. You were in a group of 5 people. They all stood next to each other. Tyron didn’t like it as well. All the others were excited except the two of you. You on the other hand wasn’t in the shot. They all introduced themselves “and Y/N is over there!” they panned the camera to you, who was standing against the wall. You gave them a small wave. They started laughing. “what are you doing over there?” they asked you teasingly. “yeah I don’t trust anyone behind me right now. and now I can see them coming” you said.

After 1 minute of introduction a scare actor came up to you on roller skates and knee pads. He took a good run up you and went on his knees rolling further towards you. You noticed him and immediately jumped over the guy running towards the group who were now laughing their asses off. “yeah very funny can we just get this over with?” you asked the group annoyed.

“sure but now first the challenge! You guys don’t know what it is right?” you all nodded. Right so we’re going to be bound to one another. So we have a rope and we tie it up around one ankle so you’re bound to the other person. “excuse me know???” you asked unamused. They laughed. “Y/N you’re with Tyron.” They made the pairs and you tied each other up.

You went in the haunted house and already got scared. You and Tylor wanted to run but you both went the other way which made you fall down. The rest of the group laughed again. “Fuck dude!” you yelled but more at the actor and yourself. This went down for another good 4 minutes which got harder with the second since the actors had their eyes on you and Tylor because you were so scared. They figured “Let’s make it worse!”. At the last minute in the haunted house you and Tylor untied yourself and fleet the scene with a lot of actors behind your asses. You run like you never had before.

~end footage~

The cast was laughing a lot and you giggled a little while holding your face in embarrassment. “So I figured you didn’t really liked it?” Graham asked you. You laughed “no not really”. You all talked about it for a little more until the show ended.

You were standing in the dressing room changing in sweatpants. the cast couldn’t stop talking about it. “You have to give me that footage!” Chris said laughing. You rolled your eyes. You knew you were going to be the center of Chris’s scare pranks. Everyone was changed in comfortable clothes and Sebastian in black sweatpants as well.

You all got out of the building thinking of what to do next since everyone was so hyped. “I have a great idea!” Anthony said and whispered something to Chris who was now laughing his ass off. You frowned and looked at Sebastian who looked at you in confusion as well. “okay I know a great place!” Anthony said which made Chris laugh more “yeah I don’t think I trust you right now” you told Anthony. “Oh come on you’ll love it! Just follow me” he said making his way. Everyone looked at each other considering it. Eventually following the two boys.

You walked in a funfair. You frowned and wondered what the two boys were up to. You stopped in front of a haunted house. “absolutely fucking not” you told them shaking your head. “oh come on Y/N. It’s not like it is a haunted house where you went. I mean we’re at a funfair. It’s not going to be that scary!” you rolled your eyes.

Sebastian placed his hand softly on your arm. “I’m here with you. I’m not going to let you alone or fuck with you.” He told you and got a little closer “you can hold my hand if that helps.” He said and you were waiting for him to crack up laughing but he didn’t he looked sincere. “and of course if you really don’t want to we don’t have to! I mean there are a lot of great games that we can play” he told you excited which made you laugh a little. “alright I’ll come with you” you said to Anthony and Chris.

“we’ll go too!” Benedict said motioning to him and Tom. “Great! So everyone is going!” RDJ said. They bought tickets and you were in line. It was a busy night. You stood next to Sebastian “like I said I’m not going anywhere!” he told you with a soft genuine smile. You took his hand softly in yours which made him smile. “I’m not going to let you go now” he said with a grin and you chuckled. “Hey love birds! It’s our turn now!” Anthony said.

You rolled your eyes. fine now or never you said to yourself. Sebastian squeezed in your hand. What all of you didn’t know was that this was the scariest haunted house in the world. It toured all over the world and looked like a crappy haunted house but at the back it was huge! But you all didn’t know that.

You walked in and you immediately had weird vibes. Tom and Ben noticed as well and looked at you a little worried but getting scared themselves as well. You started to hold Sebastian’s arm with your free hand. He looked at you. “Are you okay?” he asked “I don’t know it feels…..” right before you could finish your sentence scare actors came from everywhere and there were flashing lights and loud sounds like they were throwing stuff.

“oh fuck….” You heard Anthony say. Sebastian threw a arm around you and still held your hand protectively. “I’m not letting go. I’m right here sweetheart.” He said while getting a little frightened himself. Tom stood on the other side of your protectively as well. Sebastian threw a mad glance at Anthony and Chris.

You were a couple of rooms further but that meant it only got scarier. A scare actor came behind you and you jumped to the front where there was another scare actor waiting for you. He came into your personal space and into your face which made you more mad and angry then scared actually. “The hell!” you said angry. Sebastian and Benedict pulled you back and took you further. “what an asshole!” you said and huffed.

You let go of Sebastian’s hand more pissed then scared and walked towards the front. You pushed Anthony and Chris out of the way which scared them to death and walked up front. “oh she’s really pissed now” said Benedict. “yup” said Sebastian with a proud grin on his face. You ignored all the scare actors and didn’t get out of the way. One actor was trying to scare you and you just stood there, pissed of with a face of steel. He also tried to get into your face. “I really wouldn’t do that buddy. I’m not playing anymore.” You told him calmly. He went out of your way and all the boys looked surprised but also mesmerized. Anthony and Chris looked at each other in guilt and stress. You were really intimidating now and they knew you were mad at them. The started to get more scared of you then the actual haunted house itself.

You got out first and waited for Anthony and Chris while you stood there with your hands on your hips. They got out and immediately started to apologize. You looked unamused with them but your face softened a little at them. “I know you didn’t know but don’t you dare to do shit like this again” you said stern “Yes ma’am” Anthony said without thinking which made everyone giggle a little.

“So ehm well, that was eventful but I’m going back to the hotel now” Tom said. Benedict nodded. “yeah we’ll go as well. And again we’re really sorry Y/N” Chris said really feeling bad. You gave them a hug. “It’s okay now just don’t do something like this again” they nodded and left. “Well have fun lovebirds! Just not too much fun” RDJ said with a wink.

When everyone left you looked at Sebastian. “Thank you for keeping your promise Seba” you told him softly. “of course! Can’t let my favorite girl suffer!” you started to blush not really knowing what to say. He smiled at you. “What about those games huh?” Sebastian said with a grin. “sounds good to me” you told him with a smile.

After a few games you started to get chills. “Are you cold sweetheart?” Sebastian asked you. A little bit yeah. Sebastian took his coat off and after that his sweater. He pulled his coat on again and helped you out of yours. He pulled the sweater over your head. It was so warm and soft and it smelled like Sebastian. “Better?” He asked you with a soft smile but yet so bright. “Much” you told him giving him a kiss on his cheek which made him blush.

The whole evening you played games. Sebastian won a lot of plushy toys for you. You both walked back to the hotel. You with a big ass plushy toy in your arms and Sebastian with four others and some food. You laughed your whole way back remembering the eventful night. “No, no, no, Y/N I’m telling you! You were such a badass. I mean even Anthony said Ma’am to you” Sebastian laughed and you fell against him from laughing so hard.

“hey I got a idea” you told him with a big evil grin on your face. He started to giggle “oh no, what have you got in mind?” You took his hand and walked towards the elevator and stepped in. “what room are they staying in again?” you asked Sebastian and he had to remain himself from laughing too hard. “ehm I believe 212” he told you. You got out of the elevator going to your own room to place the stuff down before going back again”You turned to Sebastian who looked at you curiously while you stood at their door. “payback time” you told Sebastian and you bonked at their door. You took Sebastian’s hand while running away.

You were both a giggling mess. “Hello?” we heard Anthony say. Sebastian got closer and you stood with your back against the wall. You placed your hand on his mouth to silence the giggles. “Hello???” You heard Anthony say again. Sebastian stopped giggling as well as you did. You started to look at each other. Getting lost in his bright blue eyes. and he in yours. You felt your heartbeat pick up. You realized that his body was plastered on yours at the moment and his face just inches away from yours. You slowly lowered your hand from his mouth. He got closer to you. That was when you heard footsteps. Sebastian took your hand this time and run with you. You ran across Chris’s room and you bonked on that one as well before running further.

You kind of went in circles. You saw the back of Anthony and Chris. They were talking to each other. This time you dragged Sebastian behind you. You slowly made your way towards their back. When you were finally there you started to yell. But not hard enough to wake up other guest but enough to scare them. Chris fell on the ground and Anthony held onto his chest. “Payback bitch!” you said laughing along with Sebastian. They looked at you petrified “goodnight” you said with an evil smile like a hint for them to know that there would be more (there wasn’t but you let them think that there was).

You went back to your hotel room with Sebastian. You were still holding hands. “Do you want to watch a movie maybe?” you asked Sebastian not wanting to be alone. He grinned “I would love that”. You felt butterflies in your stomach again.

You got in your hotel room and Sebastian placed the big plushy bear on your bed which made you giggle. You started to take his sweater of before he stopped you. “keep it on, looks better on you anyway” he told you with a soft smile which made you blush once again.

You got beverages out of the fridge and some crisps and you plopped on the bed. Sebastian wanted to take the chair which made you frown but yet made your heart melt at the gentleman that he is. “Seba?” He looked at you and you padded next to you on the bed. He smiled and said next to you. You both choose a comedy movie and you made yourself comfortable.

You laid on Sebastian’s chest with your arm on his stomach. He held you close to him. “Seb? Can you please stay with me tonight? You asked him sleepy. “I will. I’m not going to let you go sweetheart.” He said with hearts in his eyes when he looked at you. He crawled closer under the covers with you which made you lay almost on top of him. He started to laugh “Sweetheart, I would love to stay with you but you have got to let me breath” he said laughing. You groaned and laid next to him.

He turned so you were face to face. He studied your features with love in his eyes. “you’re staring Seb” you said chuckling and opening your eyes. he blushed a little. “I’m sorry. You’re just…. You’re just really beautiful and…. And I really like you Y/N”

Your eyes got big at his confession. You loved him you just didn’t think he would feel the same. “I really like you too Seb” You told him. He got closer again and placed his plump lips on yours. He cupped your cheek with his hand and you deepened the kiss. After a while he pulled back. “Would you like to go on a date with me?” I would love to Seb. Only if you make it just as adventurous as this one” you told him with a smile. He had the biggest grin on his face. “promise except for the haunted house” he told you. You smiled. “I had you with me so it wasn’t so bad” you told him with a grin. He kissed you again. You both couldn’t wait for the future and adventurous dates you would have. Everything would be okay because you had Seb and Sebastian had you.

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[buckyownsmylife]

woman’s world - chris evans smut

The one where Chris pisses you off during a panel, but then finds a way to apologize

Warnings: age gap, famous!reader, oblivious Chris, smut, unprotected sex

Chris’ P.O.V.

The panel had gone well, or as well as it could go when everyone was trying to push the idea of Y/N and I together. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to pursue something with her - quite the opposite in fact. I was completely infatuated with the young actress, but the problem was just that: she was young. Too young for me, probably. So it was becoming harder and harder to deal with everyone commenting on how great we would be together when it was already all I could think about, and there was nothing I could do to make it come true without looking like an absolute predator.

Still, there was no denying that my favorite part about this particular press tour had been getting to spend time with her. She was just the perfect company, especially in a situation like this, which frankly could easily become tiresome and irritating. She just had this way of being able to read me and know what I needed, so she’d easily take over when she noticed an interviewer was getting on my nerves or overstepping some boundaries. 

She was quickly becoming my favorite person, but unfortunately, the rest of our cast had noticed as much. And so that meant that for the last day or so, I’d forced myself to pull away from her, deliberately sitting as far away as possible and not even glancing her way whenever there was a camera around. I even managed to have a quick reaction when the panel moderator joked about us being the perfect couple, and I was proud of how my cry of “She’s a kid, for God’s sake!” had made everyone laugh, even my friends who had been keen on insisting I should ask her out. 

So needless to say, I was in a good mood. Such a great mood, in fact, that I’d decided to ask Y/N to come back to my room so we could grab a beer and watch some movies. Asking around for where she had gone, someone pointed in the direction I thought I’d seen her head to, and after a couple of seconds, I managed to see her in the middle of the sea of people. Then it was just a matter of smoothly dodging everyone trying to lure me into pointless conversations and then she was already within ear reach. 

Or so I thought, at least. I tried calling her name countless times, but she didn’t look back once. In fact, she even quickened her step, and soon enough I had to physically run so I could follow her into the elevator that could take us to the floor where we were staying. 

I didn’t think too much of it, considering she probably thought I was someone else and was doing the same as I was: trying to dodge anyone who wanted to make us stay a bit longer on the crowded floor where the convention was taking place. But then we were inside the elevator and she didn’t even turn to look me in the eye. 

More importantly, when I reached out to rub my thumb on her wrist, to signal that I wanted to hold her hand, the response I got was a harsh, “Is this your way of subtly hinting that you want to hold my hand? Because it’s quite cute, but I’m not in the mood for that at all.”

The attitude caught me by surprise in such a way that I was only able to snap out of it once the elevator’s doors opened, but before I could ask what the fuck was going on, she had ran out of it, walking towards her room with determination.

Oh no, she wouldn’t. There was no way I was letting her hide in her room, angry at me, when I didn’t even know what I’d done wrong. I sprung into action, running after her and managing to hold the door just before she was able to slam it in my face.

“What’s going on?” I cried out, pushing my way inside the room as she just stared up at me with hurt eyes and a pout on her lips. “What did I do?” Y/N huffed, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms while looking away from me, before I managed to pull her closer by her wrists when I pried her arms open again. “Talk to me, c’mon.”

She glanced at me with furrowed brows, quickly averting her eyes before looking back again with an unamused expression. “You’re really gonna act like you don’t know.” Anxiety coursed through my veins at a scary pace. It was clear that I’d hurt her, but I had no idea how!

“I really don’t know!” I cried out, begging her to answer me, so I could make this better. I couldn’t bear the thought of offending her, of possibly losing her… and her friendship. Since that was all I could get from her, I was gonna fight with everything to keep it. “Please, let me make it up to you.”

For a second, it seemed like she would relent. But when her eyes met mine again, it was clear that whatever she saw on mine reminded her of the reason that she was mad, because just when I started to smile, she caught a second wind, pulling her hands from me and turning her back. 

“I don’t know why you’re so adamant about making me feel better. I thought I was just a kid to you.” And then, suddenly, it made sense. Flashes of what had happened not even an hour earlier played in my head, this time her face being the focus of it all. Perhaps it wasn’t perceptible for everyone else that her smile faltered when I shouted that idiotic thing, but to me it was.

To me it was, and still, back then, I didn’t see it. I chose not to see it, because I was so scared to deal with the truth. Instead, I ended up hurting her. And that was literally the last thing that I wanted. 

“I-I’m sorry,” I immediately offered, raising a hand to scratch the back of my neck. “I just… I didn’t want them to start creating any narratives about us two together, you know? I mean… You know how they can get. And I can’t be… We can’t be... associated… like that.”

I knew I had screwed up even before it became clear that she wouldn’t answer. Despite how cautiously I’d tried to phrase it, it ended up sounding weird even to my own ears. And when she didn’t turn around to look me in the eye again, I didn’t know what else to do. I felt myself deflating, my heart beating desperately against my chest, terrified of losing her simply for being my stupid self.

“C’mon… You know what I mean,” I breathed out, trying to approach her and resting a hand on one of her shoulders, but she simply shook it off. “C’mon, Y/N, don’t be like that.” I made myself flinch with just how poorly I was handling that situation.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I didn’t know what to do or say. Don’t be like what? “Like a child?” I asked, my tone icy enough to layer the tension in the room with one more level of awkwardness, and I didn’t need to see Chris to know that he was a mixture of nervous and confused, at the very least.

I knew it because I was, too. I was completely thrown off by my own behaviour, as weirdly as that sounded. I didn’t know why I was so defensive, except that I did. I did know it, I just didn’t want to admit. 

“Well, this child wants to be left alone. I’ll talk to you later, Chris.” And I stormed off into the bathroom, only stopping to take a breath when I was sure the door was locked behind me. I needed to put some distance between myself and him, otherwise I was gonna lose it - even worse than I already did. 

But it was too late to keep on ignoring my feelings. I was forced to deal with the reality of them, at least with myself, since I knew - especially after today - that there was no way I would ever get to reveal to Chris that I’d fallen for him.

To him, I was just a kid, and that’s all I would forever be.

Weirdly, I didn’t feel like crying as I took off my clothes and stepped into the shower, decided to wash away all of the bad feelings that this day had brought me. I just felt… disappointed, like a kid who’s been dreaming about a Christmas present only to find out they’ve been given socks. I’d been hopelessly trying to ignore my feelings for Chris, but at least a small part of me still fed into the ridiculous idea that he could possibly reciprocate those sentiments.

Now that it was obvious it would never be the case, it was like a small part of me had died on that stage.

By the time I got out of the shower, some twenty minutes later, I decided to put on a loose shirt I had kept around from some ex and take a nap until it was time to be social again. Certainly my friends would want to hit the bars or at least grab some dinner, and it would provide me with the perfect occasion to apologize to Chris.

Yes, that was perfect. That would get me a few more hours where I could manage to fabricate some resemblance of control before I had to see him. And then it would all go back to the way it was: me, pretending I don’t have a crush, while he kept seeing me as a kid.

I was so lost in my own thoughts that I didn’t even notice the massive body hidden beneath the covers in my bed until I went to uncover it so I could slide in.

“What the hell are you doing here? Get out of my bed,” I chastised, but Chris only gave me those annoyingly effective puppy eyes that had me groaning. “No. You don’t get to do this. I’m still mad at you, go to your room and we’ll talk about it later, but for now, just let me wallow in peace.”

But still, he didn’t let up. I tried to climb on the bed, but he was now smack down on the middle of it, still pouting with those perfect full lips of his. 

“Get. out. of. the. Bed.”

“Not until you tell me what I can do for you to forgive me. C’mon, baby girl, just let me make it up to you.” When I didn’t answer, making sure to avoid his eyes, he simply reached out and grabbed me by my hips, forcing me to sit on his lap. “Please?” He quietly begged, one hand cradling my face while the other maintained its grip on my hip. 

The movement had caught me by surprise, and my mouth fell open as I realized that because the shirt had ridden up, I was sat panties glued to Chris’ jeans. And if that wasn’t enough to throw me into a ridiculously horny state, the fact that I could feel just how hard he was certainly did.

“C’mon, sweetheart. Don’t be shy,” he pressed, and my eyes snapped up to meet his, finding a hazy lust that reflected mine and a very, very naugthty smirk that didn’t help my current about-to-get messy situation. “Tell me how I can make it up to you.”

I could hear my heartbeat in my ears as I took a sharp inhale, thinking about what I was about to say. Could I really do this? Should we even do this? I still wasn’t completely sure about what the hell had happened, but one thing I was certain of, and that was that I really wanted him to, “Kiss me.”

For all the reservation I expected Chris to have about this, he didn’t hesitate a single second before pulling me to meet his lips, and it was everything I thought kissing him would be like. His lips were soft and as patient as he seemed to try to be, there was an undeniable edge of neediness in the way his tongue swiped my bottom lip, begging me for entrance.

“You’re not gonna let me in, honey?” He whispered against my lips, warm breath making me shiver in his arms before I was able to gather my thoughts.

“I don’t think you deserve it.” I shrugged, but by Chris’ teasing smile, I knew I had just given him exactly what he wanted. In a quick move, he had me sprawled on the bed underneath him, while he hovered over me with dark eyes that I never thought I’d get to see outside of my dreams.

“Let me show you why you’re wrong.”

Chris’ P.O.V.

I started by rubbing the outside of her thighs until she opened her legs enough for me to settle in the space between them. I paid close attention to the way her breath hitched even with the softest of touches, incapable of stopping the grin that made its way into my face.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking sensitive, baby.” She whined as I lowered myself to replace my fingers with my lips, slowly making out with the delicate skin of her inner thighs. “You see? This is why I was scared to reveal my feelings for you. It’d be so easy to ruin you.”

By the way she bit on her lower lip, I knew I had reached my goal of making her even more bothered with what I had said, and slowly, I ran my hands up her legs and grabbed her hips to pull her further down, closer to my mouth. I ran my tongue over her lower lip, just barely gathering the excess moisture, and despite how clearly affected she was, Y/N managed to grab my hair and whisper, “I think you’re full of it, Evans.” It made me smirk, but before I could even offer a comeback, she just continued, “But even if you’re right… I’d like nothing more than to be ruined by you and only you.”

A sharp inhale later and a competition of stares, I pounced on her, devouring her little pussy like I’d wish to do so many fucking times before. She was sweet, but her moans were even sweeter, and the combination of sounds and taste and smell only served to intoxicate me, make me even more thrilled about finally having this gorgeous woman underneath me.

As her juices dripped from my jaw on the bed, she kept caressing my head, keeping me closely connected to her like I would ever dream of stepping away from this moment. I wanted to stay right here forever, away from people’s judgements and the overwhelming fear that she would think this was a mistake after it was over.

And right here, as my nose brushed her clit as I plunged my tongue as far as it could go inside her hole, she came right before my eyes, her honey dripping onto my tongue as I came up to toy with her clit before at last parting with her taste.

“You’re so fucking sweet,” I pointed out, stealing her lips with mine so I could share her taste with her, so she’d know I was right. “You’re sweet all over. Shit, I really want to fuck you.” My voice became nothing but a whisper, and soon her hands were cradling my face, thumb playing with my bottom lip before I sucked it. It was true. I craved to feel her from the inside, know what it was like to possess her in that way, too.

“Then fulfill both of our wishes. I really want to be fucked by you.”

Godfuckingdamn. This girl was just perfect. I knew right then, I’d made the right choice by deciding to stick around. When she appeared wearing nothing but that shirt, I forgot all of the reasons that were holding me back from simply taking her, and even now, they didn’t seem all that important anymore.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Your wish is my command.” I heard the words and braced myself to finally feel his cock inside of me, but still, the second that its head managed to fit, a long, drawn-out moan revealed just how impossible it was for me to restrain myself as Chris stretched me open around his member.

“Fuck!” Chris shouted, and it surprised me so much that it made my eyes widen as I stared up at him, hands still holding tightly on his muscular shoulders. “Sorry! Sorry.” He repeated as he bottomed out, forehead resting against mine as he seemed to catch his breath. “I just… I imagined your moans, but hearing them is a completely different thing altogether.”

The sentence had butterflies flying in my stomach and the reality of the situation suddenly hit me. I was lying in bed completely naked with a still fully clothed Chris Evans on top of me, and his cock was filling me in ways I’d never been filled before while he kept releasing these breathy little moans that had my heart skipping a beat every damn time my mind registered them.

“Good to know I’m not the only one who has been dreaming about this,” I settled for whispering in his ear before sucking on his earlobe, and a shiver passed through his body, making me giggle.

“Yeah,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss me quickly before deciding to do it again. “But I’m even more glad that this is actually happening right now.” What could I add to this? I didn’t think there were any combination of words possible. So I resigned myself to feel it, memorize every single thing about this moment when Chris started to pull out only to push back in again. “Let me take care of you,” he whispered, and in that moment, I’d let him do anything to me, just as long as he kept fucking me like this.

His thrusts felt like waves washing over the shore, bringing the tide of desire higher and higher and I could feel it reaching the point where it all changed, the point where my life would turn upside down because I would know what it felt like to cum around Chris’ cock, and the anticipation was enough to have me writhing on the unmade sheets of the hotel bed.

“Shit,” Chris chuckled, and I opened my eyes to find him staring at me with a soft look on his. “You’re unbelievable, sweetheart.” I could see the desire in his darkened pupils. I was sure it mirrored my own. “So beautiful, and you take my cock so well.”

Hearing him talk dirty was everything I’d always wished for, and I could feel myself getting even wetter around him, whines and whimpers escaping my chest as I held him closer to me.

“Fuck, I really wanna buy you a collar with my name on it. Make sure everyone knows I own you now.” The words, paired with the warmth of his breath had me clenching around him, and I fucking melted when I heard him meanly chuckle at my state - the state that he had caused me. “You want it too, huh?”

I really, really did. I’d never been one for external marks of possession, but something about this, about Chris and I, really had me going crazy for his proposal. Maybe because a part of me thought he would never want to admit this had ever happened. I thought he would try to deny it, and so to hear him wishing to boast about it… It really had me going crazy under him.

“Say it.” His voice cut through the haze, making me realize I was actually about to cum again. It took me a while to understand what it wanted, just enough to have him ordering again, in a tone of voice that made every single part of me tingle, “Say you want everyone to know that you’re mine.”

“I do. I want everyone to know I’m yours and only yours, Christopher.” I don’t know if it was the desperation in my tone, my use of his full name or the fact that I came again, but that finally had him losing the control of his movements, quickly pulling out of me and jerking himself off until his cum was painted all over my stomach.

For a second, it was only our labored breaths in the bedroom, staring at each other like we couldn’t believe this had really happened. “Still think I’m a kid?” I had to laugh, biting my lower lip while trying not to show that I actually was really nervous about his reaction now that we were done. But his eyes softened, a quick kiss deposited on my lips before he cradled me in his arms, cum and all, and answered, “You’ll always be my little girl. I just want to do some very adult stuff to you.”