#Chris Evans x fiancee reader

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Mark the Calendar

A/N: Back to writing Chris Evans x Reader? After like probably over a year of nothing, ya girl’s back to this fandom. Pairing: Chris Evans x F!Reader Word count: 1,936 words Warnings: Swearing, a bit of angst but honestly like it’s really nothing, pregnancy since I’ve seen recently that some people don’t like pregnancy stories. Summary: Y/N thought pregnancy would be great, since that’s what it’s supposed to be, right? Wrong. It’s anything but enjoyable, and brings more pain thank joy. After months of keeping it to herself, she finally opens up.

You thought pregnancy was a dream. Ya know, like how the movies and books make it out to be? How magical it is to have a growing human inside you, the glowing essence of your skin, the sex drive?

Well, anyone who wrote anything like that could go ahead and suck your dick. Because pregnancy sucked.

Pregnancy was not being able to sleep at night, then waking up the next day early in the morning to run to the bathroom and throw up, making you hungry, then not being able to eat because the taste of your own vomit was still lingering in your mouth.

Pregnancy was the inability to walk longer than maybe twenty feet without feeling exhausted, and your feet screaming in pain like they were in some unknown, late stage of arthritis. It was also not being able to wear anything besides Birkenstocks and really ugly tennis shoes.

Pregnancy was hunting on the internet for hours trying to find maternity clothes that didn’t look like the patterns came from your grandma’s couch. It was then finding a shop or two, and them being out of everything in your size. Great.

However, your dearest fiancee Christopher seemed sometimes oblivious in such a blissful way as he constantly adored your body and you. Sometimes it made you feel better when he constantly compliment how he thought you were glowing, or how he loved your figure with a bump. Sometimes, you wanted to rip his teeth out too.

But at least he was sweet about it all and trying his damn hardest. Like propping your feet up every night on the couch and rubbing them for as long as your heart desired, AKA when it become annoying and you kicked his hands away. Or at night when he would talk to the baby which helped you fall asleep, unless you were actually exhausted and it would bother you so you would throw some insult that was too immature to do any actual harm.

Tonight was no different in the usual chain of events, except that you were in a bad mood for whatever given reason. You were sure it was just hormones, because even after Chris ordered out your favorite food from your favorite restaurant, turned on the show you wanted to watch, let you binge on your favorite flavor of ice cream with brownies, and finally rubbed your feet, you were still angry. You weren’t sure at what, but you were going to find out.

The feet rubbing at this point was becoming obnoxious, so you kicked his hands away like usual, but his face was intently focused on the TV, so they absentmindedly went back to their practice and you grumbled, which he did not hear. You kicked away again, he went back.

Why did men just- why did men breath sometimes?

“Could you not?” You finally said, aggressively pulling your feet towards you. Was your reaction a bit over the top, maybe uncalled for? Sure, but you were an angry pregnant woman with a baby daddy who wouldn’t listen sometimes (the nicknames your friends endearingly, or not, gave him when you got pregnant before you were even engaged).

“Hm?” He looked over at you, again, oblivious. You gave a loud and melodramatic sigh, leaning your head back with the eye roll of the century.

“Can you not take a hint?” You asked next, a little venom spat through your voice, “Ya know, context clues much?” His face grew into a healthy mixture of confused, concerned and scared.

“I’m just- what did I do wrong?” He asked genuinely.

“I don’t know, why don’t you figure that out?” You said with a final sigh of being over the human race of males in general, placing your feet firmly on the group, then getting up with a bit of a struggle but figuring it out and walking away with arms crossed.

Chris was left- confused, to say the least. He stared at your figure walking up the stairs until you disappeared behind a wall and he still stared. What _had_ he done wrong? I mean, he did the whole thing right, right? The whole your favorite everything, rubbing your feet, he was being a good fiancee/dad?

Or was he? He began tracking every step, every damn breath he had taken all day trying to calculate where the hell he messed up. I mean, you could be a mad pregnant women because of hormones, but he must have set you off somehow, some way.

Meanwhile you were in the bedroom with a book that wasn’t interesting enough for right now. What you would do for one of those poorly written romance novels with an interesting enough plot, not the Pulitzer prize winning book that sat on your lap. You huffed in frustration, instead going to Amazon to order one, hoping two day shipping would actually turn into one if you just hoped enough.

Was Chris scared to go upstairs? Yes, of course he was. Did he do it anyway? Reluctantly, yes. You weren’t a monster, of course you weren’t, but what you were was an upset and a hurting mama that he needed to figure out how to cool down.

You were pushing livid when you heard the door creak open, and saw a fraction of Chris’ figure standing there, in-between the trim and now partly opened door. But as he slowly stepped in, quietly and carefully closing the door behind him, your heart melted at his genuinely concerned face, in such a sweet way. It was hard to ignore the man who has such a tender aura to him, and damn that loose strand that feel from his neatly kept fluffy hair made him look at least five times sexier than when it was pushed back. You took a deep gulp and a sigh, your face melting from a tense pit of anger into a more disappointed canvas. Not that you were disappointed at him, it was all aimed at yourself and your lack of ability to actually act like a cohesive person sometimes.

“You alright?” He asked with such a sweet tone it made your heart pound a little faster. You nodded.

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, looking down to lace your fingers with one another and play with them out of habit when situations got awkward. “I didn’t mean to be so bitchy, really. I think my hormone levels are just through the roof today in the angry department.” He chuckled, sitting on the foot of the bed and rubbing your leg clothes with legging.

“It’s alright,” He softly smiled at you, those big blue eyes like a damn puppy dogs. You pouted a bit at how unfair it was of you to have such a handsome man all to yourself. “Really, I get it. You can’t control it, it’s okay.”

“But still, I shouldn’t have been so mean to you.”

“Hey, hon, let’s not forget the other half that got you into this.” He pointed to himself and you smiled a bit, causing his smile to grow even more. “Trust me, I can take the half-hearted insults.”

“Still,” You sighed, biting your lower lip a bit in nervousness at the words that would leave your mouth next. “Pregnancy has not been fun and I just- I want it to be over with.” He gave you an even more confused look, because somehow, you had yet in your seven months of this bullshit to have this conversation with him.

It wasn’t that you hadn’t wanted to, or that you didn’t find it important. You just knew it would be such a difficult one, because inevitably this was the same man that wanted four, five, six- a whole round up of kids. And you, well, you had really considered the thought, hoped on board for a while, and now that the ship was actually out to sea, you wanted to dock as soon as fucking possible.

“What do you mean?” He asked, eyeing your face for any non-verbal answers of what you meant, how you were feeling. 
“I mean that it’s just been painful for so many reasons. Physical, mental, everything. Everyone talks about how amazing it is to be pregnant, and how amazing woman feel and just- it’s not like that for me.” You mumbled the last part out of the fear lingering of somehow disappointing him.

Hell, he could back out right now if he wanted to. You weren’t married yet.

“I-“ He stopped for a second, looking away and towards the wall across from the bed as you patiently waited for an answer with bated breath, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“I don’t know,” You admitted, going again to averting your gaze anywhere else but your partner’s eyes that stared at you. “I mean, you want a lot of kids and while I know I can physically do it, I’m not sure if mentally I can go again. And I would hate to disappoint you.”

“Disappointment me?” He gave a slightly comical tone and laugh, “Hon, if you want to have one kids, that’s perfectly fine with me. If you wanted zero, we could do that too.”

“Chris, I- I’m flattered, but I swear I’ll try my hardest if you want more, if you really do I-“

“Sweetheart, I’m not the one doing all the work here, am I?” He questioned, now motioning to your stomach that was growing by the day. “To think that I even remotely have a say in what happens with your body is astronomically wrong.”

“Still, partnership.”

“Yeah, but in this situation, it’s not 50/50. If you don’t want to carry more kids, then so be it, no more kids.”

Since finally opening up your shell about your true feelings, you and Chris had decided that for the lasting time in the third trimester it would be best if you went back to therapy (which you knew you had needed for a while) and also talk to a doctor more frequently about the really negative toll pregnancy was taking on you.

Long story short, it alleviated some of the extra pain.

Sure, your feet still hurt and the maternity clothes issue was far from fixed, but by the time you were rushed to the delivery room at seven am one Tuesday morning, your mental state was doing actually well. Until the pain started of course.

On a scale of 1 to 10 the pain was easily a 37. The epidural definitely did wonders, as you were finally able to actually feel relaxed a bit, Chris of course being the borderline obnoxious father who literally stood by you for hours and didn’t take your hand out of his unless you pulled yours away because it got to sweaty. And the push time was honestly not awful, it thankfully only took maybe half a dozen or so strong pushes before your baby boy was born.

As soon as you held your little one, you felt the feeling that is talked about in movies in books. The one where your entire body soars with warmth, overdoses on love, drowns in tenderness. This, this is what it felt like to be a mom.

“I think I want another.” You mumbled after just a few hours of your first born actually being born. Chris gave a chuckle. 
“This soon?” He asked, looking at you as he hovered over where you held the baby close to your body, “We have at least six weeks before we can do anything, ya know?”

“Then we better mark the calendar, hm?”

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Hii i have this request in mind like Chris Evans x Actress! Singer! Reader like the reader and chris dated for 3y idk but they broke up but the reader always visit chris’ family bc she treated them like family aswell specialy when the reader’s parents died so she spend Christmas there or any occasions bc chris’ family invite her and when chris got a new gf the reader is kinda hurt bc she still love chris but she try to look like she doesn’t care but then she released her new song its called deja vu (by olivia rodrigo) and she release it to her bday so when the song is released the fans knew its abt chris bc of the new gf (chris’ fam doesn’t like the new gf and the fans kinda didn’t support them bc of the girl’s attitude) and chris’ family invites her over bc they want to show the reader something and when the reader got there they surprise her for her bday and congratulate her and turns out chris is there too with his new gf🤨and the reader knew chris’ new gf hated her bc of her look and scott called you all to the living room and watch the mv of the reader’s new song and when the mv ends scott and the fam congratuleted the reader and chris’ gf is giving the reader looks again and chris is noticing it and when the reader is in the kitchen alone getting something chris talk to her and congratulate her and chris’ new gf wrapped her arms around chris and chris tried to stop her to make a scene but she started a scene and scream at the reader but the reader cut her off and embarrassing her and the reader prove the new gf shes first not her (idk if that make sense lol) and the new gf leave(idk you can make her a random name so its not only “new gf”) and the reader and chris talk and they got back together, you can do wha you want at the end this is just so random bc i was listening to deja vu and advance thank you if you do my request! Stay safe! ❤️ and im so sorry if this is so long

Deja Vu

pairing: Chris Evans x singer!reader

warnings: parents death, major angst, fluff. 

a/n: thank you for the request! Hope you enjoy!

You had known Chris since college, when you had met him in your communications class. You two had grown close quickly, and became best friends. 

He brought you home every Christmas Eve, before you would go home to your parents house on Christmas Day. You had always felt like a part of the family, so when your parents passed a way, you turned to him. 

You and your parents were driving home from a Christmas Day church service, when you were hit by a semi truck. It had completely totalled the car, and your parents had died on impact. You had been sitting in the back, and only had a broken leg from where your moms seat had been pushed back into it roughly. 

You had been pulled from the car and sat in a second ambulance, while your parents were transported in another. You knew you'd never forget watching that ambulance door close and drive away, knowing that was the last time you'd ever see them. 

When the police officers asked if there was anyone you could call, you didn't know what to do. Your parents were both only children, so you had no aunts, uncles or cousins. You were an only child too, so you had no siblings, and your grandparents had passed when you were little, your other ones passing before you were born. 

So when the officer asked you, you told him the Evans’ phone number. Lisa picked up on the second ring, and you tearfully explained what had happened as the shock wore off. She immediately said she’d meet you at the hospital, and not to worry, that she and Bob would take care of you. 

You were taken to the hospital and treated for your broken leg. Less than an hour after you arrived, Lisa arrived at the hospital with Chris in tow. They comforted you, and took you home with them. You stayed in Chris’s room for the first few days, and when you were given your own room, you still had a hard time sleeping alone, so Chris ended up in your bed with you most nights, not that he minded. 

You never went back to college, and instead turned to singing as a release from all the pain you were feeling. You started out posting covers on YouTube, and gradually progressed to getting a record deal with Interscope Records, which didn't surprise anyone who knew you. You had immense talent, and your parents used to tell you that they were counting down the days before you were a celebrity. 

When Chris graduated college and told you he was moving to Los Angeles, he convinced you to come with him. Prices were high in LA, and he didn't want to be separated from you for too long, so you joined him. He got to be an actor, and you got to be a singer, which is what you both had wanted since you were younger. 

You went to every one of Chris’s movie premieres, and he attended as many of your live shows as he could. You supported him through all his relationships and his breakups, and played the middle man whenever he and Jenny would fight, up until the very end. You told yourself you did that because you just wanted what's best for him, but you both kind of knew that wasn't the reason at all. 

Throughout your time living together, you friendship grew, as did your feelings for each other. You'd be lying if you didn't have a small crush on him in college, and those feelings only grew as time went on, especially since the two of you decided to only get a one bedroom apartment. Mainly because it was cheap, but also because Chris made a decision a week after your parents death to never allow you to sleep alone because of the nightmares that would occur if he wasn't there.

So, when you won your first award for your first album, named ‘hand in hand’, he kissed you the second you came off the stage with your award in hand. It blew your mind that he felt the same, but you were happy nonetheless. You two began dating that night, and everything was perfect. 

Until, you were invited by 5 Seconds of Summer to be their opening act on their newest tour. You had agreed, and Chris let you go. You two had been dating for over 3 years, and you thought your relationship would be fine. 

You quickly realized however that that wasn't the case, when the two of you started fighting less than two weeks into the tour. The fights weren't anything major, more petty things like ‘did you change the Netflix password’ or ‘why did you take this piece of clothing, that was mine and it was my favourite.’ All around stupid fights. 

You had turned to Calum, who you were closest with, and he consoled you as much as you could. You realized however, that you couldn't be with Chris anymore when he drunk called you in the middle of the night while you were in the UK and got angry with you when you answered and told him to call you back in the morning when he was sober, to which he proceeded to brag that he slept with his co star at the time, Jessica Alba, you freaked out and ended things. 

You got a message from Jessica on instagram the next day letting you know that they did not sleep together, and that she was sorry he even said it. You assured her it was fine, and felt relief.

Relief because you got to the bottom of the situation, but also relief from your relationship. You didn't know what happened in those few weeks, but you knew the relationship was turning toxic, and you wanted to stop it before that happened. Neither you or Chris needed that. You told him you’d find a new place to live, and by the time tour ended, you bought yourself a house in Beverly Hills, and moved out of the apartment.

Chris moved out not long after, and bought his own house. He had tried to stay friends with you, but you didn't want that at that point in time. You were still hurting, and needed time to heal. 

Once you felt ready to date again, you were asked to be Calum’s date to the Peoples Choice Awards, you accepted. You knew Chris would be there, and you were hoping to talk to him, and maybe work it out. He had told you during the break up that he would always wait for you to come back, and that he still loved you, and always would. 

But you knew that wasn't the case when he showed up on the red carpet, with a new actress named Myra Woodfield. You had smiled at him, while trying not to break down inside, but he gave you a dirty look and rolled his eyes at you when Calum wrapped his arm around your waist for a picture. You furrowed your eye brows and took a good look at Myra. 

She looked almost exactly like you. Same build, same hair colour, same eye colour. The only difference is that she was slightly taller than you. You didn't know why he was replacing you, but it hurt. You pushed it out of your head however, and enjoyed the night with your best friend. 

It was a few months later when you were awoken by the constant dinging of your phone. You unlocked it, and saw you had a lot of unread messages from Luke, Ashton, Michael, Calum, and your other best friend Ashe about Chris’s new movie trailer, you sighed. 

You watched the trailer, and sighed when it looked like a recreation of a bunch of moments in your relationship with him, only Myra was in your place. 

Your fans and some of Chris’s had commented on it, and Myra immediately became aggressive with them, and insulted them. She told them that you were a nobody who could make Chris happy, which she was glad about because she made him happy how. 

Within minutes of this happening the hashtag #cancelmyrawoodfield was trending on twitter. You shamelessly went through the tweets and like and retweeted a couple. Then an idea popped in your head.

With a quick google search, you had a plan. 

You had written a new song called Deja Vu after the peoples choice awards, and it was had been recorded a few weeks ago, and you just had to decide on a date to release it, and make a decision on the music video. Her birthday was in about 3 months, which gave you enough time to get everything in place to drop on her birthday. 

Was it evil? Yes. Did you care? Not really. Besides, you inherited your pettiness from your mother and you knew she’d be proud of you. You called your manager and label, and got it planned out. 

When the new music video had been announced, Lisa called you and invited you home to watch it premiere with the family. You accepted, knowing Chris and Myra would be there, and that her birthday would get overshadowed by the release of your music video.

So, three weeks later, you were sitting with Lisa, Bob, Carly, Shanna, Scott, Chris and Myra in Lisa’s living room, waiting for the video to premiere.

Scott had picked you up at the airport earlier in the morning along with Carly and Shanna, and the four of you had a laugh about the face that no one acknowledged Myra’s birthday, not even Chris. It was mean, but no one liked her. 

Lisa absolutely hated her, but didn't want to upset Chris, so you got a call shortly after the PCA’s from her and the two of you ranted about her for a good two hours. 

You watched as the timer counted down from 10, and then the screen turned black. You took a deep breath and watched Chris out of the corner of your eye. 

You had searched for a while for a guy who looked similar to Chris, and you stumbled on Andrew Siwicki. He didn't look exactly like Chris, but it was close enough that everyone would know who the song was about if they didn't already. Andrew was a fan of Chris and hated Myra too, so he was more than glad to help you out. 

The music began to play, and you watched as the black screen faded in on two people walking along the beach, holding hands. 

“Car rides to Malibu Strawberry ice cream One spoon for two And trading jackets Laughing 'bout how small it looks on you,”

The next scene was a recreation of yours and Chris’s first date where you two had a picnic on the beach, and ended up splashing each other with the ocean water. Towards the end, everyone watched as Andrew picked you up and threw you into the water the same way Chris always did. 

You glanced at him, and could have burst into laughter at how uncomfortable Chris looked, but more importantly how angry Myra looked. 

“Watching reruns of Glee Being annoying Singing in harmony I bet she's bragging To all her friends, saying you're so unique, hmm,”

The next scene was you and Andrew (who was dressed as Ransom) on what appeared to be a recreation of the Knives Out set, running around with a dog that looked like Dodger chasing after you, the two of you laughing. The next shot was the two of you kissing behind a trailer, seemingly hiding from production. 

“So when you gonna tell her That we did that too? She thinks it's special But it's all reused That was our place, I found it first I made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you,”

The next scene was the two of you driving through Southern California, in a car that was almost identical to Chris’s. You two were laughing and singing along to the song, your hair whipping around you.

You took a deep breath, knowing this next scene would piss him right off.

“Do you get déjà vu when she's with you? Do you get déjà vu? (Ah), hmm Do you get déjà vu, huh?”

This scene was you, along with the rest of Chris’s family sitting around a living room that looked like the one you were in now, a Christmas tree full of presents in the corner. The camera panned across everyone as everyone was talking and settled on you and Andrew and the two of you recreated the scene where Chris whispered in your ear how much he loved you, and couldn't wait to start a family with you. 

“Do you call her Almost say my name? 'Cause let's be honest We kinda do sound the same,”

The screen showed you and Andrew saying goodbye at the airport, with 5 Seconds of Summer standing behind you. They weren't actually there when you left for tour, but Luke suggested it to piss Chris off, and you had agreed. 

Then there was a small montage of clips from tour, including a shot of Michael elbow dropping Ashton into a pool, which made everyone laugh, except Chris and Myra. The montage was followed up by you sitting on the floor of a dressing room and crying as you sent a text that said “I’m done.”

“Another actress I hate to think that I was just your type,”

Now you were on the red carpet, with Calum right beside you. You both were wearing the same clothes you wore on that night, you hair and makeup recreated perfectly. The camera unfocused on you as you turned and looked at Andrew and an actress named Alexa Morrison, who looked a lot like Myra, and they were recreating Chris and Myra’s actions perfectly. The camera swivelled around and came to rest pointing towards your face, as you looked in shock, and a single tear fell down your face. 

“I'll bet that she knows Billy Joel 'Cause you played her Uptown Girl You're singing it together,”

You were shown watching a movie trailer with Ashe sitting next to you, while you sobbed at what Alexa and Andrew were doing. You looked at the camera and began singing the song, while Ashe and everything else around you was frozen.

“Now I bet you even tell her How you love her In between the chorus and the verse (ooh) (I love you),”

You were sat on the bed in Chris’s red flannel that you had stolen before leaving for tour, and you were writing in the notebook aggressively with tears rolling down your face and singing.

“So when you gonna tell her That we did that too? She thinks it's special But it's all reused That was the show we talked about Played you the song she's singing now when she's with you,”

You were now being shown sitting on the couch, and watching Andrew run across the TV screen dressed as Captain America, an ice cream tub in your hand. You were wearing sweats and a t shirt, your hair in a messy bun.

“Do you get déjà vu when she's with you? Do you get déjà vu? Oh Do you get déjà vu?”

The camera circled around you before transitioning to the next scene. 

“Strawberry ice cream in Malibu Don't act like we didn't do that shit too You're trading jackets like we used to do (Yeah, everything is all reused),”

You were shown laying down in bed, and your eyes closing before an image of you and Andrew danced, dressed as Steve and Peggy in endgame, a scene Chris always told you the two of you would recreate one day. You had called Hayley and asked if it was okay, and she immediately said yes, and even came and watched you do the scene.

“Play her piano, but she doesn't know (oh, oh) That I was the one who taught you Billy Joel (oh) A different girl now, but there's nothing new (I know you get déjà vu),”

When your eyes opened, you were sitting at your piano, and playing while singing along. 

“I know you get déjà vu I know you get déjà vu,”

Suddenly, the piano disappeared, and you were left standing in an empty living room as the screen faded to black. 

The entire room burst into cheers as the video ended, except for Myra, who looked like she was going to murder you, and Chris who just clapped with a tight lipped smile. 

Later that night after all the kids had gone to bed and Lisa was driving Bob home,  Scott had pulled you into the kitchen under the pretences of ‘helping him fix a drink’, which ended up just being the two of you gossiping about Chris and Myra, and the music video.

Suddenly, Chris walked in, and nodded for Scott to leave. You cleared your throat and ignored him.

“That was a good song, and an amazing music video.” He said. “I can see you're just getting more and more talented as time-” He began, as you rolled your eyes, and looked at him. 

“What do you want?” You asked bluntly. 

“I just wanted to congratulate you.” He said, and you were about to open your mouth, when Myra came slinking in the room with an evil look on her face. 

“Nice job, Y/N. I’m glad I could inspire your music video.” She said sarcastically, and you could tell Chris was about to defend you, but you opened your mouth first. 

“Well, I’m glad I had such a snake like bitch to draw inspiration from,” You said, and heard Scott, his siblings burst into laughter in the living room. Myra’s jaw dropped and she turned to look at him. You looked up at Chris, who was leaning up against the counter, and biting back a smile.

“You’re just going to let her talk to me like that?” She asked, and Chris sighed.

“Myra, don't start. Not now.” He said, she scoffed. 

“I knew you still loved her. Only a pathetic loser could love someone as ugly and untalented as her.” She spat, and Chris growled. You felt tears welling up in your eyes, and you ran out of the room, your drink abandoned on the counter. 

You ran into your bedroom, where you shut the door, and fell onto the bed in tears. 

Back in the kitchen, Chris had gotten in Myra’s face, and was yelling.

“DON’T YOU DARE TALK TO HER LIKE THAT! SHE’S BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH SHIT IN HER LIFE, AND I WON’T ALLOW YOU TO ADD TO THAT!” He screamed, as Scott, Carly, and Shanna ran to the door, unsure of what to do. “SHE IS SO TALENTED, WAY MORE TALENTED THAN YOU! YOU’RE THE REASON PRODUCTION TOOK SO DAMN LONG, IT TOOK FOREVER TO GET A PERFORMANCE OUT OF YOU! YOU OPENLY INSULTED HER AND HER FANS HOURS AFTER YOU WERE ANNOUNCED TO BE IN THIS MOVIE, AND THEN HAD THE AUDACITY TO COME TO ME CRYING BECAUSE YOUR LITTLE FEELINGS GOT HURT!” He screamed, and Shanna ran and backed Chris away from her. 

“YOU’RE MY BOYFRIEND! AND ITS MY BIRTHDAY, YET HERE YOU ARE, CONGRATULATING HER FOR A SHITTY MUSIC VIDEO!” Myra screamed, and it was Scott’s turn to get in her face. 

“You need to leave. If you don't we’re going to call the cops.” He stated, and Myra rolled her eyes before storming out of the house. 

Scott turned back to Chris, and was shocked when he saw him in tears. 

“You need to work shit out with Y/N. It’s clear the two of you are still in love, and you need to figure it out as adults,” Scott said, his sisters nodding. Chris took a deep breath, and looked at your closed bedroom door.

Chris walked up to your bedroom door, and took a deep breath before entering the room where he used to sleep in every night.

He opened the door, and saw you curled up in a ball on the bed, your body still shaking. He smiled sadly, and walked into the room, closing the door behind him. He sat on the bed behind you, and rubbed your back gently. 

“I’m sorry. Not just for what Myra said, but for everything. For breaking your heart, and for causing you so much pain. I didn't realize how much I was missing you too until we watched that music video and I saw how truly broken you were. I never noticed that before now. And I’m sorry I didn't. If I’d have, I could have fixed this sooner, and we could be together right now.” He said.

You furrowed your brows at his last sentence and sat up.

“W-What?” You asked, and Chris moved closer. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a hug. 

“I still love you. So so much.” He smiled, and a tear rolled down his face. “You're my entire world, and not having you here is slowly breaking me apart. I didn't know just how much until today, but I can't live another day without you.” He said. “I’m so sorry I hurt you baby.” He sobbed, and his head buried itself into your hair. Your body shook with sobs too, and you turned around to face him.

“I love you too.” You sobbed out. “I never should have ended things, but-” You said, but were cut off by Chris’s lips on yours, and you felt yourself melting into it.

He pulled away a few seconds later. “Don't. It was my fault, not yours. I am so sorry, and I am going to spend the rest of my life making up for it, I promise.” He said, as he stood the two of you up and led you out of the room, and to his.

“Where are we going?” You asked, and Chris pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“I have to grab something.” He said. He opened his closet, and grabbed something out of the top corner before turning to you. 

“I said I planned on spending the rest of my life making it up to you, and I plan on keeping that promise.” He said, as he got down on one knee. You gasped, as he opened the box and your dream engagement ring was inside. “I want you for the rest of my life, and the next. Will you marry me?” he asked, tears pouring down his face, just like yours.

You nodded enthusiastically, and Chris stood up. He placed the ring on your ring finger and scooped you up. “I love you,” You choked out, and Chris sobbed harder into you. 

“I love you too, and I’m never letting you go.”

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ʚ♰ɞ 𝟐. 𝐎𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | friends-with-benefits!Ransom Drysdale x camgirl!reader, dad's best friend!Chris Evans x camgirl!reader, camgirl!Natasha Romanoff x camgirl!reader (mentioned, just for shows and not romantically)

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | fluff, AGE GAP, SMUT - minors DNI, best friend!Natasha, dilf!Chris Evans (he's also very wealthy), sexting, FaceTime sex (starts, then is implied), dirty talk, daddy kink, fingering, grinding, camming: mentioned, sub!reader, masturbation.

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𝗔/𝗡 | oh my goodness, I took a nap and just woke up, so here's the next chapter of holy grail and thank you for your patience while I slept the evening away. also i needed a blond mcu character to be reader’s dad’s fiancee, it’s Carol. this chapter has been split into two parts because I use a lot of page breaks !! next part comes tmrw at 6pm EST. No gifs/photos belong to me, found bottom ones on Pinterest [1 | 2 | 3] all credits go to the original creators.

˗ˏˋ𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Have you seen my black bikini? I can’t find it.”

“Didn’t you wear it to that yacht party Ransom dragged you to?”

Of fucking course.

You groan and nearly stomp your feet in frustration. As if on cue, your phone starts ringing and that devil’s name flashes on the screen. Ignoring the call, you collapse onto Wanda’s bed with your arms over your eyes.

“I’m going to lie in the middle of a bike lane and wait to get run over by a cyclist.”

Wanda laughs, almost ruining her lipstick as she applies it in the mirror. “Shouldn’t you be packing for your trip?”

You scoff loudly. It wasn’t a trip, more like a forceful gathering to meet your father’s new fiancée. You’ve lost count on how many women you’ve seen hanging off his arm, wearing a shiny diamond ring on their left hand. 

The last one was ten years younger than him and invited you to get lunch with her and her other friends. Against your will, you went because your father played the “You’ll be calling her mom soon” card. You almost laughed in his face right then, as if he forgot about his past stream of ex-fiancée's who came and left faster than a bolt of lightning. 

It was pitiful. Your father has been desperate since your mother left him for another man long ago, but you can’t blame him. You haven’t spoken to her in years, not since you graduated high school. You’ve never forgiven her for cheating with her co-worker—even though now they’re both happily married, living with his children from a previous relationship. 

While you took your heartbreak and pushed yourself into school and work, your dad set off on serial dating but, thankfully, did not have any more kids.

“I’m so glad Nat’s coming along—I would’ve faked being sick if she wasn’t.” You’ve always had a hard time telling your father no, but the relationship between the two of you was far stronger than the one you had with your mother. After the divorce, you chose to live with your father instead of your mother and her new husband. “I swear, when I finally find the guts, I’ll say no.”

“But not any time soon.” Wanda fills in, looking over her shoulder at you. Her eyes are lined with silver glitter, matching the simple jewelry around her neck and wrists. “Do you know why?”

“I love him too much?”

Your roommate shrugs, “Well, yeah but you also love to ogle at his friend.”

Your jaw drops and you grab a piece of clothing lying on her bed to throw at her, missing by a few feet.

Wanda flips her hair smugly, “I don’t blame you, if I wasn’t with Vis, I’d drag you by your ear to your dad's trip. I still remember when he had that layover and stayed in a hotel, and came by when we were having a girl's night. Men who aren’t afraid of face masks, self-care, and pedicures are my kind of men—ugh, some guys our age avoid soap like the plague.” She goes on a rant about her past failed relationships, all of which you were a witness to the garbage fire, until Vis, an older philosophy major came along.

You try to listen to her, but your mind is filled with memories from your last trip home. As Wanda loudly shuffles through her makeup, rambling about another jerk, “He left his pubic hair all over the bathroom as if he hadn’t ever cleaned—I still have flashbacks.”

Humming absentmindedly, you fall deeper into your head.

Lately, you have been far too busy to do an actual stream. Only posting photos and short videos for your fans—so thinking about that man wasn’t the best idea. Especially since you just showered.

But, how could you stop thinking about him?

He was older than you, almost double your age and he was best friends with your father.

Chris was wealthy—with a family name that will be old money rich down the line. He spent his life getting everything he wanted, but he never lost touch with his humanity. Always a humble man, he’s helped friends and family whenever they needed it and even funded one of your high school trips to Europe. And he definitely wasn’t terrible looking—hell, he wasn’t even average, he was beyond it.

Naturally gifted with looks that could melt anyone. Brown hair that was always flawless, either styled, in a fluffy mess or covered by a baseball cap. Perfect facial hair over his chiselled cheekbones and strong jaw. A prominent nose and freckles. Dark eyebrows, thick eyelashes and most notably, his clear blue eyes that sucked you in with a single glance.

And his body, you remember when you excused yourself and to change your panties. Watching him strut around, shirtless with all his tattoos exposed and drinking a beer, had affected you so deeply, you had soaked straight through the cotton.

You also ended up taking the opportunity to film a little video of yourself in your bedroom. Then, you posted it along with a promise of doing more that night and warning your fans that you’d have to be quiet. A lot of them liked when you had to silence yourself and so did you. Just the possibility of getting caught if you were too loud.

For the rest of that trip, Chris was very friendly with you. More than usual. You’ve caught him staring at you plenty of times, just the weight of his gaze sent goosebumps all over your body.

It picked up from there. The stares turned into winks and sly smiles, he’d raise his beer to his mouth and take a hearty gulp, drops slipping from the corners of his lips before he’d lick them away. Sometimes he’d make a show of it and collect the droplets with his finger before suckling them clean.

At first, it was hard to consider that Chris was attracted to you in the way you were to him.

Then, it all solidified on the last day of your trip.

You grew comfortable with his light touches on your hips—those could easily be written off as merely platonic affection. Then, you hit a stump.

When no one else is around, he comes up behind you and his big hands massage your shoulders, working out the knots in your neck and back until you are swaying on your feet. Your core feels warm as you can’t help but think about what other things his hands were skilled in.

You let out a soft moan as he presses himself against you. His heavy breath ghosting your skin, touch wandering to your waist and down your hips, the tips of his fingers dipping into the band of your shorts.

Your legs tremble as he coos softly, moving your ass over his thickening length—he definitely wasn’t small. His guttural groans harmonize with your quiet whimpers, and you shut your eyes, leaning against him and letting him manhandle your body how he wants.

It feels like a dream come true, because it was.

You grab one of his hands and push it inside your shorts, under your bikini bottoms. “Please.”

Chris’ groans grow in volume as he presses harder, his big cock sliding against your ass. Long fingers gently explore your wet folds, dipping down to your entrance before rubbing your throbbing clit.

“Are you always this wet for me, baby?”

Blissed out, you nod silently.

The distant sound of a door opening and your name being called yanks back to reality. The rush topples over you. But you don’t want it to end, you don’t want him to stop.

But Chris makes the decision himself and pulls away. You whine in protest and he only shushes you.

“Next time.” He kisses the side of your neck then leaves.

After that, you were so worked up. You had to put out the fire he started then abandoned. You ended up in the guest bathroom with your hand stuffed in your shorts, pressed against the wall as you desperately brought yourself to a finish. You didn’t even have time to film it—only posting a picture of yourself and your wetness afterward with a caption:

AngelEyes: I’m sorry I forgot to take a video, daddy! I couldn’t stop after I started, please forgive me :(

When you retrieved your bags from your room, there was a neatly wrapped box on your bed. You didn’t have time to open it and hurriedly stuffed it into your luggage before dashing out the door. Quickly bidding your father and his fiancée goodbye, and kissing Chris on the cheek, as you always have.

Although, this time, you might have kissed a little closer to his lips. From the way his hand drifted to your ass, it was safe to say he had no objections.

The present was unwrapped the moment you stepped foot into your apartment.

It was a skimpy black bikini with more straps than actual coverage, sparkly rhinestones dangling from some hems like water droplets. There wasn’t a note, not even a little hint as to who it was from, but you didn’t need one. You knew exactly who gifted it to you.

Hence, why you’ve been tearing your apartment apart searching for the immodest pieces of fabric.

The same bikini Ransom refuses to give back because “I fucked you while you wore it, that basically makes it my property now.”

“My dad said that Chris offered to host the trip at his new house.”

“Oh, a new one?” Wanda quizzes, “How is that man still single? He’s loaded, funny, intelligent, and clearly isn’t ugly! It doesn’t add up.”

That question has popped into your mind too. Ever since you’ve known Chris, there have been only a few times he’s mentioned seeing someone, but you’ve never met them.

“Maybe he wants to be single.”

“Or, he secretly has an awful attitude, he could be annoyingly jealous, or have deadly morning breath—or, he’s actually an asshole that no one can stand.”

You pout, “Hey, don’t say that.”

Wanda snickers, “Right, I forgot you’re in love with him.”

In love was a stretch, it was more like deep infatuation, making you insanely attracted to him. You still daydream about the time you walked in on him shirtless and playing the piano.

Standing from Wanda’s bed, there are a couple of texts from Ransom, the first one is needy, I miss your body, baby, then they get progressively more Ransom-esque, I know you miss me too, answer your phone before I drive down there.

The very last one has a photo of his crotch, his cock hard under his pants bulging against the zipper.

You text him back:

I just posted on my OF. Use that, idiot.

Ransom: Oh, I did. Then, I scrolled and saw that picture of you in the shower.

A video pops up, the cover is just a black screen, and you click on it without a second thought. A deep groan bursts from your phone along with a low mumble of your name. Wanda yelps, slamming her brush on her dresser and covering her ears. “Don’t watch porn in my presence!”

“I’m sorry!” You rush to the hallway, already answering Ransom’s FaceTime call. You quickly shut your bedroom door, pressing your back against it. Admittedly, you’re a little embarrassed even though Wanda has heard and witnessed worse.

“You’re an asshole, you know that?”

Ransom smirks, face flushed pink. “Yeah, yeah. Now take off your shirt, baby.”

You glance at your bed still scattered with clothes and your luggage lying half-empty on the floor. You have to leave by tonight to make it to Chris’ house in the morning. You and Natasha already booked separate private cabins with beds since the ride would take at least seven hours. You were also planning on sleeping the entire time.

“I still have to pack.”

On your screen, Ransom’s head is thrown back, the veins in his neck prominent as he moans. Only now do you notice he’s shirtless and just out of frame, his arm moves slowly. You know exactly what he’s doing, and it’s starting to affect you too.

His blue eyes are drawn back to you, “Why are you going anyway?” His breath shudders, “You always talk about how you’re fed up with your dad’s dating record. Plus, three days without dick? Baby, you’ll go crazy. That is unless you invite me.”

“I already invited Nat.” You huff.

“Of fucking course.” Ransom growls, “Are you sharing a cabin?”

“No.”

He raises a dark eyebrow, “Then, I can still come.”

“No, you can’t.” You despise how his arm speeds up, the camera pans down to his heaving chest. The muscles contract with every breath. “My dad doesn’t like you.”

“Is this about that daddy thing? I told you to change his contact name.”

That daddy thing was when Ransom tried to send himself a photo from your phone. It was a sneaky picture of you suckling a popsicle, watching television in nothing but his shirt. Thankfully, your legs were shut and you couldn’t see anything except the marks littering your body, ranging from hickeys to bruises from Ransom. He took the photo from the other side of the couch and used your phone since he couldn’t find his. In contrast to the other ones he’s taken of you, it was completely innocent—only if you ignored his text about adding it to the ‘post-sex album’ he has on his cellphone.

When you told your dad it was Ransom, it just hammered the last nail in the coffin for any potential friendship between your father and him.

“I’m not changing my dad’s contact name so you can keep yours.”

Ransom spits in his hand and brings it back down, the camera angled so you get a glimpse of his red shiny tip. He groans, “Why are we both daddy anyway?”

“Because he’s my dad! And you’re you!”

That smug smirk appears once more, “Yeah, baby? I’m your daddy?” He flips the camera to show his fully hard cock, cum leaking down the thick girth that he uses to make the glide smoother. “Are you going to show daddy that pretty cunt? Let me watch you ride your fingers, pretending it’s my cock?”

Seeing his big hand grip his dick and squeezing the base combined with his deep voice—Ransom could get you wet in a matter of moments. It truly wasn’t fair. So, you give in. “Fine, but make it quick.”

His long fingers tighten, “Oh, sweetie, you doubt my abilities. I’ve made you squirt over text, imagine what I could do like this.”

“And here we are, cabin thirteen and fourteen.” You struggle to read your tickets, hands full of your bags. Opening the door to the first room, you sigh in relief and set down your luggage.

“No one told you to overpack.” Your best friend mutters, also carrying one of your bags. She drops it by the door before standing upright, clad in a pair of black jeans and a ripped t-shirt. “Uh… it’s cute, cozy.”

The cabin is quite small and compact. The walls are painted white, the floor is a dark blue carpet. There’s a tiny foldable table in the middle, across from a red futon, currently set up as a couch. You sit down, testing the cushion. It wasn’t soft but it also wasn’t uncomfortable, it would suffice for the seven hours.

Natasha fixes her hair in the mirror on the back of the door, her green eyes meeting your gaze, “We should’ve got the one with bunk beds, those have bathrooms. We’re going to room together over the trip anyway.”

“And because of that, I’d like to rest while I can. If we were sharing, I’d have to watch you perform.” You raise an eyebrow as she sits beside you, her single duffle bag landing on her lap. “I can’t believe you’re doing all that on the train.”

“Oh, like you’re a saint.” She shoves you playfully, the dark sky looms outside the wide window, “As if you didn’t let Ransom finger you in that movie theatre—”

You slap a hand over her mouth as other passengers walk by your opened door, mortified if they heard your loud-mouth friend. “Shut up,” you hiss as she laughs, “remember when you and Banner fooled around in the parking lot of that diner? And Ransom and I didn’t film that. It just—happened.”

“A lot of things tend to just happen when the playboy is around.” She cocks her head, “Did you know he tried to bribe me to cancel on you? He thought you’d beg him to come instead.”

A little stream of glee rushes through you, an easy smile crawling into your face. If you asked him about that, he’d either downright deny and play clueless, or he’d list the reasons why his company would have been better than Natasha’s, continuing to prove his point when the matter is over with. He’s always been like that, shameless and self-assured, with confidence radiating from him like heat from the sun. Ransom was insistent when he wanted something—at least he didn’t show up at the train station.

You subconsciously glance through the window, craning your neck to see the platform and thankfully, it’s empty. “Well, my dad hates him, so I’d end up going alone anyway.” You say just as the announcement sounds for the last passengers to board, signalling everyone else to get settled.

Natasha stands up, “you’re really just sleeping? I’m sure my fans wouldn’t mind the return of the sweet AngelEyes.” She sings songs.

Rolling your eyes, you shake your head. Natasha was a camgirl too, the two of you started around the same time when rent was going up and college was getting rough. After making accounts on Twitter where you posted short clips, risque pictures and truly let your deepest fantasies free, you both took that next step to OnlyFans. From then on, fame has grown exponentially, now being quite popular individually, it felt only right to test a few collaborations.

You’ve done a few shows together, nothing too scandalous or wild, but also nothing you would classify as Safe For Work. Being semi-opposites and best friends, you and Natasha fit seamlessly. You were submissive, soft, and maybe a brat sometimes. Natasha was gifted in a way, she could adjust to whatever people desired, and still have fun. Truly without the roleplay, she was polar of you, the dominatrix of people’s dreams, cunning and tantalizing, mostly clad in dark leather or lace, the BlackWidow with red cherry lips.

“You’re missing out,” She trails off, digging through her bag before whipping out a vibrator. She waves it before your face like a treat to a dog, “When was the last time you got off?”

“Home.” You answer shortly as your phone chimes. It was as if anytime you thought of Ransom, he’d appear like magic.

Natasha’s green eyes narrow slightly, she can always read you easily, “Playboy came over?”

You know that look, you also know you can’t lie to your friend, “no, but we FaceTimed.”

The redhead smirks, “of course, I’m assuming it was farewell, send-off. You know, it seems a little sentimental… Is there anything you’re hiding from me?”

That would be a way out—if you were actually keeping anything from her, but you weren’t. Or at least you desperately hoped. “No. I’ve told you before, there’s nothing.”

She whistles lowly, “An arrangement going on for this long—I’m surprised neither of you has fallen in love yet.” Her gaze locks on you, searing straight through your eyes and into your brain as if she’s trying to read your thoughts. You cower away, actually considering if you’re keeping any secrets you don’t even know about. The final warning for passengers to be settled sounds, and Natasha slinks out to the hall. “I’m just saying—he’s a little obsessed with you.”

You ignore the faint curiosity that blooms in your chest, scoffing loudly instead, “everyone should be anyway.”

Amused, Natasha raises her hands, still holding the sex toy, “I won’t argue with you, babe.” Then, she’s walking away with her bags, her vibrant hair brushing her shoulders.

“Break a leg.” You call, leaning on the frame.

“Oh, we know I like it rough, but not that rough, miss.” She tsks, waving her fingers over her shoulder. “Knock on the wall if someone is coming.” Then, you hear the door slide shut and lock.

You shut your door too, closing the blinds for privacy. You set up the futon to a bed and grab the small pillow and blanket you packed, lying across the cushion on your belly. The train starts moving, slow and steady vibrations rocking you to sleep, your phone dings as you slip away.

Ransom: Have a safe trip, baby. Call me if you need me.

Ransom: Especially if you’re doing a show, I’ll help you prep because daddy always takes care of his girl ;)

The house is in a secluded neighbourhood, halfway up a hill and at the end of a tall winding road. Hints of autumn paint the trees in yellow and red, some specks of orange amongst the branches that loom over the thin street. A light breeze flows through the air as the car pulls up to the black fence, you can’t help but gape at the size of the home.

White with black framed windows, at least two storeys from what you can see, since thick trees sprout from most of the property, offering some privacy for the wide windows. A redstone walkway leads to the large front doors, potted plants scattered on the porch as ivy grows over the side.

After punching in the code, you and Natasha walk through the automatic metal gates. Your luggage rolls along the ground as you spot your father’s car in the driveway.

“Holy shit.” Natasha gapes, “All this space for one guy? There has to be a home cinema, I just know it.”

“Probably, the last house had a fancy library, like from a haunted house or something.”

“Smart, kind, rich, and handsome—I wonder how many people would kill to be in your shoes.” The redhead smiles coyly as you both walk up the steps, “after that incident last time, I hope you stretched in the train, babe.”

You scoff, “shut up—” your jaw snaps shut as the doors swing open, you’re met with your father’s wide grin as he sweeps you into his arms.

Wrapped in his familiar cologne, you return the embrace. “Finally you’re here! We’ve been waiting all day!” He exclaims, pressing kisses along the side of your face, his beard tickles your face.

“It’s only the afternoon, dad.” Your laugh breathlessly as he squeezes you tighter, “Where’s your fiancée?”

Your father pulls away, “She’s still sleeping, that woman can sleep through anything, she’s the heaviest sleeper I know.” He hugs and greets Natasha too, kissing her cheek. “I’m so glad you’re here, you bring out my daughter—she can be so shy sometimes.”

“It’s hard to be completely open with someone who I don’t know.” You frown.

“Yes, yes, I’m sorry, I just want everything to go as smoothly as possible.” He turns to you, that same lovesick glow in his eyes, “I think she’s the one, honey. I haven’t felt this way before.”

You force a smile, meeting Natasha’s eyes over his shoulder as he picks up your bags. While your dad leads you into the giant house, Natasha hooks your elbows together, offering you a few quiet words of understanding.

The interior of the house is a combination of white, black and neutral earth tones. Several doorways veer off into other directions as a grand staircase leads to the second floor, a sunroof allowing a downcast of sunshine. It’s a cozy industrial style with dark wood floors, subtle pipework and contrasting exposed brick walls.

In contrast to Chris’ previous estates, it’s raw—with the caged pendants and expertly repurposed furniture. Most noticeably, the dark round table centered with the beige rug, three fresh bouquets of roses, one of them already in a vase with water.

“Chris went on a run, he should be back soon and he bought these for the both of you.” Your father takes two bunches and hands them to you and Natasha, “He’s nothing if not charming, they’re real too. I’ll bring your bags to your room then find some more vases.”

While Natasha takes a short shower, you unpack your clothes and hang up your dresses. Your father popped back in to fix your bouquets and set them on the desk by the window.

The room was probably almost as big as your apartment. With two queen size beds on parallel walls, a walk-in closet and an ensuite. There was even a small seating room before you entered the rest of the room, fitted with couches, a television and an electric fireplace.

You change into a silk dress that ends at your calves and shrug on a cardigan before leaving the bedroom. As you walk down the hallway, you pass picture frame collages. Most are of Chris and his family around the world, Disneyland and in their other fancy mansions. Others are of Chris and his friends, including your father—one, in particular, is from when they reconnected after years.

Chris and your father were childhood best friends. Growing up in the same neighbourhood and attending school together, you remember your dad talking about the trouble they used to get into until Chris left to study abroad after high school.

They lost touch after that and your parents met, got married and had you. Years fly by, and Chris and your father loosely reconnect. You didn’t formally meet Chris until the summer after graduation.

You had gone with your dad to Chris’ house, one of them anyway—who knew how many properties that man had. First impressions were as good as they could be, Chris was kind, funny, a great host and handsome as hell. Surprisingly, that was when you met your dad’s secret-not-secret girlfriend at the time. Oddly enough she was Chris’ neighbour who met your dad when he was staying over for some old friend bonding. That relationship didn’t last long and neither did the next or the one after.

You wonder if Chris also was tired of your father’s record too, probably, since your father gives the same recycled “I’ve been waiting my whole life for this woman” speech.

Another woman to get to know only for her to disappear and for another one to take her place.

But Chris also cared for your dad, you knew from the friendly encouragement, compassion and concern. If you ever got the confidence to confront your dad, you’d ask Chris to help you.

“Back in high school, I was one of the quiet ones while Chris was practically everyone’s dream.” Your father laughs, hand entwined with the woman beside him, “He was doing it all, sports, student council, drama club.”

The older man laughs, “You make it sound like I was the guy when I was just a dude.”

You’re all seated around the table in Chris’ dining room. Remains of an early dinner spread on the table, courtesy of the personal chef who Chris hired for the day. He and your father planned the three days as a relaxing getaway, blabbering about the hot tub, heated pool and sauna by the home gym, “no need to ask permission—this is your house for your entire stay.”

Tomorrow is a girls trip while the men went on a hike in the neighbouring wilderness. Your father was adamant about you getting close with his new fiancée. A barbeque is planned for the second day, while everyone lounges beside the pool with drinks, soaking up the last bit of sun before fall comes in full force. The final day was free since your train ride is set for that evening and of course, your dad hinted at more quality with his fiancée, but Chris had spoken up too, “The girls might have course work, right? Any big projects coming up?” A clever way to stray the discussion.

Expectedly, he hasn’t said a word about the last trip, or even hinted at it. As if it didn’t even happen, you didn’t blame him. Although, you couldn’t help but admire his tight t-shirt, the material thin enough that you can see the tattoos on his skin, there are more than you remember. While you tried to sort your thoughts, Natasha was a natural conversationalist and got along with everyone, filling in those gaps of silence.

She’s glad to be the buffer after you found out your father’s new fiancee is only a few years older than you.

“I miss the days when we used to wait outside the supermarket, the ice cream truck would go by, it was a family business. Mr. and Mrs. Yan would always give us free cones…”

“Yeah, and you’d chase down every person who accidentally dropped change.” Chris points a finger at your father, “could’ve kept it and used it on the little kiddie rides.”

“That’s adorable.” Across the table, the young woman swoons, leaning her blond head on your father’s shoulder. “You’ve always been a sweet man, huh?”

“And tremendously frugal.” The blue-eyed man turns to you. At the head of the table, Chris sighs, “Your dad still refuses my money—just as he did when we were younger. Do you know I’ve caught him sneakily returning cash in my wallet? Like a little tooth fairy, except he was getting nothing.”

Everyone laughs, you and Natasha included. It’s lighthearted and casual, the plates are clear and the glasses almost empty as the sun begins to set, the rays peeking through the vast windows.

“I don’t want you to think I’m friends with you for your money!”

Chris rolls his eyes playfully, “I know that, you idiot—you’re lucky there are ladies present or I’d throw you into the pool.”

Admittedly, you’ve missed this. You’ve admired the friendship between your father and Chris, genuine and fun-loving, their years of experiences together were evident. Especially since Chris knows just how stingy your father could be. You’ve heard this same conversation a thousand times before, but Natasha hasn’t.

“What do you do?” The redhead asks, slowly sipping her drink. “This house is straight from Architectural Digest.”

“My grandparents own a hotel chain, worldwide and it’s up there with the Marriott and Hilton. I started working for them after college and now I travel around a lot for potential locations. Last week, I was in Miami—”

Your father interrupts, “—and he’s got quite the allowance—”

“—you know I hate that word, it makes me sound like a child.”

“—and his inheritance fuels the bachelor lifestyle. He’s like an older, but matured frat boy.”

Chris sighs, “Ah, frats, I wish I joined one instead of that private school shit—stuff, sorry, ladies.”

You can imagine him as a fratboy with a solo cup, an engaging yet cocky attitude, and being incredibly flirtatious. He already wears plaid, tight henleys, backwards caps, and that chain around his neck. If he shaved, he’d probably look ten years younger.

If you met fratboy Chris in college, you’d let him have you anytime and anywhere—you almost scoff to yourself—as if you wouldn’t let Chris as he is, older, distinguished and assertive, rail you into the next week.

As the memories come flooding back, you clench your thighs. While Natasha chats with your father and his fiancée, Chris catches your stare and licks his plump lips. His eyes trail down your low-cut dress, lingering on your breasts then returning to your face. He winks over his beer bottle.

And just like that, you’ve bitten the bait, and he’s reeling you in.

“How’s school for you both? Work?”

You clear your throat, stumbling over your answer. “We’re good… school is good.”

Natasha, bless her heart, swoops in. “It’s only the beginning of the semester, but I dread when exam season comes up. As for work,” She turns to you with a grin. Oh no, you know that look. “We work together actually.”

Your dad turns to you, his arm around his fiancée as if she would run away. Honestly, you almost want to tell her to run while she can. “You got a job? You didn’t tell me, hun.”

Your hand lands on Natasha’s thigh, squeezing as a silent form of look what you did. “Well, you finally took a vacation and met—her,” what was his fiancée's name? Carol? “I didn’t want to disturb you.”

The older man frowns, reaching over to take your free hand. His warm rough skin against yours as he hesitates, lowering his tone, “Is this about money? I said I’d always support you. Do you need—”

“No, no I just wanted,” You pause, trying to find the right words, “I wanted the responsibility—the work ethic. Skills that can help after I graduate.”

Beside you, Natasha hums in agreement. “She works so hard, to the point where she almost passes out right after a shift, but her customers love her, some even send her gifts.”

Oh god, you wonder if you should’ve just come alone.

Chris props his elbow on the table, blue eyes surveying your face, “Are you sure you’re okay? You know I’m here for you. With help, cash, advice—I’ve got a lot of experience under my belt,” He says slowly, “you know, budgeting and anything…”

You tear your fingers from your father's, taking a large gulp of water. “Yeah, I just wanted the, uh, discipline.”

Your father contemplates for a few moments then nods and launches into a story of his teens when he got his first job at a local retail store. You try to listen, even though you know it like the back of your hand, but you’re compelled to the man across from you. Chris’ dark gaze is set on you, almost pinning you in your chair. He takes a slow sip of his beer, a drop on his lips before he licks it away.

You feel something touch your ankle, trailing up your leg as his hand disappears beneath the table. Your father’s voice blends into background noise as Chris’ muscles flex under his shirt, his jaw clenched tight under his beard.

If someone could read minds, they’d be appalled by his thoughts.

On the walls of his mind are lewd fantasies. They’re all of you. Nude, a sheen of sweat coating your skin as he spits out commands, all of which you follow enthusiastically. Discipline, he knew you liked things a little rough from your shows. He’s witnessed you begging for guidance, and when you got it, you’d either follow them seamlessly or deliberately disobey.

A submissive angel who had a bratty side, with a love for being told what to do, and an even bigger desire to be punished.

His imagination is halted by your father's fiancée.

“My first job was at a juice bar, it was in the park of one of those high-class neighbourhoods. The ones with the fancy fountains and weekly celebrations. In the winter, we served hot chocolate and got off early—which was great because my boyfriend at the time had a job down the pier.” Carol turns to you, “Which was the best, everyone went to the pier, it was much less kept than where I worked. God, I loved the sunset there.”

Your dad smiles, “We always watch the sunset if we can.”

“I can only imagine what it looks like from here, with no big buildings to block the view.”

“Then, let’s head out to the backyard. We can watch the sunset on the deck—which I helped build over the summer.”

Chris kisses his teeth, “I said thank you a million times and tried to pay you—what else do you want, jerk?”

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𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! next part: Feb. 11 @ 6pm EST.

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Sarah's Fic Recs: August 2021

Hey everyone, I am gonna start posting Fic Recs again after a long break! I'll start off slow and just do recommend any awesome fics from what I've read that month.

A short list this month, since I've only just come on in the last few days. I promise I'll have more next month.

1. The Proposal by @katymacsupernatural

Jensen Ackles x Reader, WIP, 14 Chapters so far

Story Summary: Jensen needs help keeping his life in order. To keep the media off his back. In order to do so, he comes up with a plan. Y/N, just a producer’s assistant, is pulled in to play a part she never thought she would have. Jensen’s fiancee. Only will it stay as a part to play, or will she start to want more?

2. Best Laid Plans by @thinkinghardhardlythinking

Jensen Ackles x Reader, WIP, 5 chapters

Summary: Wedding planner rom-com fic but Jensen is our leading man. Y/N is a wedding planner, hired to plan the wedding of the mean girl bully that made her life hell back at school. But who’s that guy over there, in the Impala from that show she likes?

3. Just a simple lie by @jamielea81

Chris Evans x Reader, complete, 11 chapters

Summary: You land a job interview with a large studio. This could be your big break. The only problem? You’re more likely to get hired if you’re married. One little lie could lead to so much.

4. When we were young by @jamielea81

Chris Evans x Reader, On HOLD, 8 Chapters

Summary: Leaving the only home your daughter had ever known wasn’t part of the grand plan. But then again, sometimes taking chances can change your whole life. And you should know that, you’ve been doing that since the start.

5. Checkmate by @jawritter

Jensen Ackles x Reader, complete, 13 Chapters

Summary:  They’re just dreams, very vivid dreams, at least that’s what Jensen first thought when they started happening. Now, after a trip to a therapist office, he learns they might not be dreams after all, but rather memories of a past life that send him searching for an unpredicted turn of events that could effect the future…if he’s lucky, if she exist at all.

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Diamonds

Request: Chris and reader are dating for a long time and they announce their relationship to the public after their engagement?

Warning: Fluff

Pairing: Chris Evans x fem!reader

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2 years, that's how long you and Chris managed to keep your relationship a secret from the world. It was easy either. You both couldn't go out together on dates or to the store, but it was all worth it. Spending time with your now fiancee with no fangirl tryna make you feel bad about yourself, felt amazing.

Your engagement ring glistened on your finger as you looked at it. You have been engaged to Chris for a few weeks now and it felt surreal. "Y/n."

You were snapped out of your daydream by Chris. He was standing in the doorway, Smirking with his arms crossed. "You haven't taken your eyes off of your ring since I gave it to you." He pushed himself off of the door, walking to his side of the bed. 

"I'm sorry, I just love it." Chris kissed your cheek, still can't believe that you're his. You smiled as Chris pulled away, He grabbed your left hand and kissed it.

"It's okay baby. Love when you melt over your ring. So I want to ask you something about our engagement." You nodded, Chris continued. "Y/n I think we should tell the world that we're together and engaged."  You shifted, slightly uncomfortable after he said that. "Why?" 

"Because I don't want to keep this a secret anymore. I want to show you off, I want people to stop asking me to be there sugar daddy," you laughed at his joke. "So please baby, can we tell them?"

You closed your eyes and breath out. You didn't want to be in the spotlight, but either way, you will have to. Why not get it over with.

"Okay let's do it." Chris smiled, he couldn't wait to show you off to the world.

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Chris held your hand so he could take the photo. You both tried over 3 times, until you got the perfect picture.

You laid in Chris's arms for the rest of the night. The world and what it thought about your engagement wasn't on your mind at all. It was just you and him, that was it.

"Okay I think we got the perfect picture." You both stared at the picture, it was absolutely perfect. Chris posted the picture on Instagram and Twitter. You didn't bother to look at either apps after that.

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Home Is Where The Heart Is Chapter One (Scarlett x Y/n)

Tag List: @natasha-danvers​ @lesbian-x-blackwidow​

Hey guys! This is a new series about Scarlett x reader! This follows the domestic life of the couple, so it starts off with them already in a long-term relationship. In this reader is an actress in the Marvel films, playing a made up character for the sake of this story :) Also in this they had Rose together rather than Scarlett having Rose with someone else :) I made up a lot of this stuff with the cast and who is with who in interviews, it’s just some fun :) Let me know how you like it, i am trying something new! :) x 

It’s comic con time and it’s interview time, all of our cast who came to comic con are all sat here laughing and goofing around with each other and with the interviewer. This is the first time we are all together seeing each other since we filmed Endgame and we are all high spirits as we kick off the press tour for the new film. The cast who were here are as follows: Chris Evans, Robert Downey Jr, Mark Ruffalo, Jeremy Renner, Brie Larson, Paul Rudd, myself and my fiancee Y/n L/n.

 I zone out and look around at my marvel family, I see Chris and Mark laughing at something the other one said. Jeremy and Robert messing around with the interviewer and I can hear Brie and Paul telling a joke and hear that loud laugh that I love from Y/n. 

 I am brought back into reality by the warm feeling of Y/n’s hand come to rest on my thigh, I look up to see her looking at me with that big goofy smile that I adore.

“You alright babe?” she asks, we both met on the set of iron Man 2 8 years ago where we both play two agents with a tough past who are in a relationship. During filming we fell in love and became an item, during these 8 years we have just grown more and more in love, we decided to have IVF and I gave birth to our baby girl little Rose Johansson-L/N or Rosie as we call her.  

She is 5 years old and she is the love of both of our lives, she is a mini me with her long blond hair and green eyes. Since our jobs allow us to be super heroes, we are pretty awesome in the mind of little Rose who adores her mum(Y/n) and Mama ( me). 

I remember when we talked about having a child, she was terrified of being a parent, she was brought up with both physically and emotional abusive parents and was terrified that she would be like them. I was quick to shut that thought down and surprise surprise Y/n is an incredible mother.

“I’m perfect” I reply with a loving grin, how could I not be perfect, I have an amazing girlfriend an amazing daughter and a fantastic marvel family. We get through two more interviews and our panel, the cast all went out for dinner and some drinks to celebrate our comic con success and the start of our press tour, before we call it a night and y/n and I Uber home.

We left Rose with my mother, We said farewell to Melanie and made our way up to the 5 year old’s bedroom. I let a small chuckle exit my mouth each time I step foot in here, Y/n had been in charge of decorating Rose’s room with whatever she requested and the young girl had wanted everything Marvel. The bedding being Avengers themed with the core team plastered all over it, countless memorabilia litters the shelves that cover most of the walls. Y/n really went all out for her little girl, much to the delight of the blonde haired angel.

 Y/n walks over and presses a kiss to the young girls forehead before walking away to the door to let me say good night. I look down at my beautiful daughter and I press a loving kiss to her head as well.

“Goodnight sweetheart mama loves you” I whisper before I join Y/n at the doorway, I feel the tall girls warmth engulf me as her arm snakes around my waist and pulls me into her body. I let myself melt into her embrace and lean my head on her shoulder as we both just stand there watching our little angel.

“She’s perfect” I whisper out into the quiet night, I feel Y/n arms tighten around me and press a kiss to the top of my head.

“Of course she is, she came from you” She says earnestly, I can’t help but fall more in love with her when she says these things to me. I turn around in her embrace to face her and lay my palm on her face, I smile as she instinctively leans into my touch.

“She’s both of us” I mumble out, she looks at me pure love in her eyes and within a second she has my lips sealed in a slow loving kiss. It soon turns passionate as I feel her tongue enter my mouth, I let out a small moan as to not wake Rose.

 I let Y/n press me up against the wall and I jump up and wrap my legs around her waist as she holds my ass. She starts to squeeze my cheeks as she carries me to our bedroom all the while we are still attacking each other with our mouths and tongues, she places me onto the bed and we spend most of the evening worshiping each others bodies and after many orgasms later we both fall asleep wrapped up in each others arms.

Here is chapter 1, this is a taster to see what people think :) let me know what you want to happen and I will try my best to incorporate it within the story :) x

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Can you do an imagine about Chris Evans and y/n getting married (WOFC) (black) and looking for a dress but y/n is so stress out she couldn’t find anything so Chris asks Vera Wang to design a dress and at wedding dress she’s wearing it and Chris is in tears and everything 😍😍

request an imagine

Pairing: Chris Evans x POC!Reader

A/N: I hope you enjoy!

Warning(s): None

Word Count: 1.7K

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Chris had chosen you to be his forever, and he didn’t want to get married to anybody else on the entire planet. He wanted to spend his entire life with you. He wanted you, flaws and all. He loved you through it all. The wedding was going to take place this Friday, and Chris found himself getting more excited the closer the day got.

As for you, picking out the wedding dress seemed like the hardest job in the world at the moment. You would spend your time wedding dress shopping with your friends and family, but not one single dress stuck out to you. Every trip ended with you not liking it, the dress didn’t feel right. It was frustrating and overall stressful, but you didn’t want to let your soon-to-be-husband to know that.

You knew Chris was already dealing with all the anxiety coming from the wedding planning that you didn’t want to pile on anymore distress to the situation.

“I still don’t think this is the one,” you said, staring at yourself in the large mirror. “I say we try the other one.”

The woman nodded and quickly sped off to fetch the other dress. You sigh to yourself and retrieve your phone out of the pocket you placed it in. You gasp as you saw all the notifications from your fiancee, five missed called and five text messages asking where you were. It had totally slipped from your mind that Chris had a special night planned for you tonight.

The nice lady came back in with the dress you asked for, but you politely explained the circumstance to her. Luckily she understood and excused you from the dress fitting, you gave her a very good tip in return. You felt bad for leaving so abruptly, but you were already late to the romantic night that Chris had planned for you at your house.

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You barge through the front door, instantly inhaling the sweet smell of your favorite food. Chris poked his head out from the kitchen and smiled widely as he saw that it was you.

“Glad to see you didn’t leave me,” chris joked, walking out the kitchen while drying his hands on a rag. “now time for that romantic night I promised you.”

Chris walked up to you and intertwined his hands with yours, leading you through the kitchen to the most romantic set up you had ever seen. Candles, roses, it was perfection. You smile brightly and peck your lover on the lips before going to sit down. You two gather together your plates of food before Chris began talking.

“I understand that you’ve been dress shopping lately [Y/N],” chris spoke, cutting into his stake. “and your mother told me about the stress you’ve been going through lately.”

“Oh, um, yeah, sorry,” you apologized, beginning your cutting of the steak as well. “I just didn’t want to pile anymore stress on the planning. I know you’ve already got a lot on your plate.”

“[Y/N], I am always willing to help you out regardless of the situation,” chris reassured, focusing on you. “you’re going to be my wife, and I don’t want you to hold anything back from me. I may not understand, but I promise I will try my best to. If you’re going through anything, just know that I am always here to listen.”

“Thanks Chris,” you thanked sincerely, slightly blushing. “I guess it’s just hard to find the right dress.”

“See, that I understand,” chris said, receiving a confused glare from you. He blinked. “oh, um, I mean it was hard trying to find the right woman to marry, but once I did, I knew instantly that she was the one.”

“But how did you know?”

Chris smirked with a nonchalant shrug. “You just know.”

Chris reached across the table and placed his hands on yours. He bored his eyes into yours and gave you a sweet smile. That simple smile was your reassurance that everything was going to be alright. Chris could let you know that things were going to be okay from a single look. The rest of the night went just as Chris planned, amazing. At the end of the night, Chris had you swaddled in his arms and asleep in your bed.

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Morning arrived and Chris was no longer in bed, but instead there was a note that read “Head to the kitchen.” with Chris’s name signed at the bottom, letting you know that he was the one who wrote it. You get out of bed and followed the orders of the piece of paper. You walk into the kitchen, your eyes widening at the most beautiful white dress that made the other dresses you tried on look like trash.

“You like it?”

You whip around at the unfamiliar voice, gasping in reaction. You throw your hands over your mouth as the female designer approached you.

“Y-You're—”

“Yes. I know,” she chuckled, shifting her eyes over to the bright white dress that was laid out on the counter. “Chris contacted me at the beginning of this week and asked me to design a dress for you.”

“You’ve made dresses for all my favorite idols!” you squeal as she made her way over to the dress. “I can’t believe my wedding dress was made by the Vera Wang!”

“Gee, I sure sound important when you say my name like that,” she said humorously. “now, let’s go get this fitted on you before Chris gets back. He said that he could only shop for so long.”

You chortle at her comment and followed her instructions as she assisted you with the dress fitting. You knew the second that you laid eyes on the dress was the one. Chris was right, you would just know when you saw the dress. The experience was even greater as you tried it on, it fit perfectly and everything! You couldn’t wait until your wedding which was now tomorrow!

“This is my dream dress!” you expressed joyfully, smiling at yourself in the long mirror. “I can’t believe Chris really did this for me,” you turn toward the designer. “thank you so much Vera, this means the world to me.”

“Of course honey, you look absolutely stunning,” she complimented with a bright smile. A ding comes from her phone and she pulled it out to look at it. “well, it seems that Chris is a half hour away,” she swung her eyes up to you. “do you want Chris to see you in it?”

You shake your head. “No, he’ll have to wait until tomorrow, I want to surprise him just like he did to me.”

“Sounds good,” she nodded. “now let’s get you out of that dress.”

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You never knew that this day would ever come, but it was funny how things played out sometimes. You started out as an extra in one of Chris’s films, not knowing that a simple smile and wave could take you a long way. Every morning before Chris started his shoot, you would greet him with a kind smile and wave. You never thought it took an impact on him because he was the big star and you were just the extra.

If it wasn’t for him joining you at lunch on that one day, you never would have gotten to know him and he wouldn’t have known that you were the one he has been looking for. There you were, minutes away from walking down the aisle, ready to show Chris the dress. You just hoped that you weren’t going to be emotional. The time had come and you found yourself walking down the aisle with your arm linked to your fathers.

You couldn’t believe it, you were going to marry the love of your life. The second that Chris laid eyes on his soon-to-be-wife in her dress, he immediately choked up. He envisioned the perfect life with you, being together forever. There was no other way he could imagine his life when it came to raising a family. You were the perfect wife, beautiful inside and out. The event felt like a blur, the music echoed through your head.

Before you knew it, you were hand in hand with Chris and the officiant ready to make it official. It felt like it was only you and Chris in the room. Chris clenched his jaw, a tear sliding down his cheek as he blinked. You gently bite down on your bottom lip, gradually feeling the emotions catching up with you. The officiant turned the time over to you and Chris, and Chris volunteered to go first.

“I’m the luckiest man on earth to call you my wife [Y/N],” chris said, his voice trembling. You could tell that he was holding back more tears than he was showing. “I know you’re going to be an amazing wife, mother and grandmother. You’ve loved me through all my hard times and forgave me when I couldn’t even forgive myself. Thank you. I love you so much.”

Chris sniffled, tears sliding down his cheeks. He took a quick moment and swiftly wiped the wet tears off his face, sighing.

“I’m sorry I’m emotional,” he apologized, taking a deep breath. “you just look so beautiful in that dress [Y/N]. It just reminded me how grateful I am to have such a gorgeous woman like you in my life. Inside and out.”

To think that you wouldn’t get emotional, those words started the water works. You tried to keep the tears in, but once you blinked, they began to come as well. Chris was good at making you feel the same emotion. You take in a deep breath and continue with your words, striking Chris in the heart just as much. He tightened his grip on your hands as the priest got to the part you’ve been waiting for.

“I do.” chris proudly spoke, a smile growing on his face. “I do. I do. I do!”

You chuckled and so did a couple of people in the audience. He was such a dork sometimes. The priest said his things to you and before you said those two most important words in your life, held your husband’s hands firmly.

“I do.”

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✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: chris evans x gn!fiancee!reader

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you and chris make a big decision

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: angst, mentions of little space and age regression (reader age regresses briefly, but fights against it), slight stimming (rocking), slight self abuse (reader hits themselves in the thigh). i tried to keep it as gender neutral as possible

✰ 𝐚/𝐧: this is just me expressing my feelings over whats happened in the last 24 hours of my life. i might take a break after posting this, i need some time to process whats happened. this also includes real life messages between me and my partner im sorry

to who ever reads this: don't bother asking for a part two, you won't get it. i am the owner of this fic, and this blog, and I, and only I, will decided what fic gets a part two and when. respect me and my wishes or get off my blog. thanks!

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it was the third night in a row of no Chris.

you understood that he was busy filming, but you found it a tad ridiculous that he had to go out for drinks after, especially when you were trying to plan a wedding.

you were especially ticked that he didn't even tell you. all you wanted was for Chris to be home, and seem like he actually cared, and wanted to get married.

you stayed up to midnight tonight, but you gave up, heading to bed for the night. your eyes locked on your engagement ring as you laid in bed, the house quiet, save for Dodgers snoring behind you.

you felt the tears prick your eyes, and you blink feverishly to get them to go away. you knew it was your ridiculous, but you were still feeling a little disappointed that he'd rather be out for drinks, then at home with you.

your eyes closed, and you drifted off to sleep, alone once again.

tears filled your eyes as you stared at your phone. you were tired of this. you felt that he didn't want to get married anymore. that he didn't love you, and was only staying with you to make you happy, and to keep his image up.

'do you still want to marry me?' you typed, dropping your phone onto the table, your head falling into your hands as you waited for a response.

this wasn't how you wanted to spend your lunch break, but here you were, in the break room, crying.

your phone pinged, and you picked it up, reading the text.

'it just doesn't feel like it anymore.' you responded, and quickly tried to wipe your tears as your coworker, Andrea, walked into the break room. the two of you had gone to high school together, but were never that close. you two grew closer when you began working together a few months ago, and she had trained you, and you trusted her with your life.

"y/n?" she asked, noticing your post - crying face. "are you okay?" she asked, and you shook your head, not even trying to hide it anymore.

"no." you said, and took a deep breath. "i think Chris and I are about to break up."

"what?" she asked, pulling up a chair, and sitting next to you. "what do you mean?"

you shrugged. "h-he's just been so distant." you choked out, and Andrea began rubbing your back. "he goes out with friends all the time, and it feels like he doesn't want to spend time with me anymore. it feels like he doesn't even love me." you explained, and Andrea sighed.

"he loves you so much. have you talked to him about this?" she asked, and you slid your phone over. she scrolled through the messages, and sighed.

as she did, another text came through.

"see?" Andrea said, peering over your shoulder as you texted him. "everythings going to be okay."

you still weren't convinced, and you were now dreading 5:30.

"have a good night," you said, your coworker and you walking out of the building together.

"you too!" she said, unlocking her car. "good luck, let me know what happens."

"i will," you called behind you, walking towards the white car that your fiance was driving. you opened the door, and got in, bottom lip trembling as Chris immediately engulfed you in a hug.

"i love you," he said, shakily. "i don't wanna lose you."

"i-" you gasped, letting your tears flow. "i don't wanna lose you either." you cried, and Chris hugged you tighter.

"lets find somewhere to talk, rather than the parking lot of your work." he said, and you nodded, wiping your tears. his large hand grabbed yours, and was brought to the gear shift, the two of you pulling out of the parking lot.

"do you actually want to marry me?" you asked, as the two of you looked out at the lake. you had driven down to the port, and were parked beside the beach.

"absolutely." he said, looking over at you. his finger played with your engagement ring. "i want nothing more than to be your husband."

"it just doesn't feel like it."

"i-" Chris stuttered. "i'm sorry."

''s okay."

Chris shook his head. "no. no it isn't. you're doubting yourself, and you're doubting my love for you. and i caused that." he said.

"it just felt that you're not as interested in the wedding planning, and i can't do it all by myself. we have less than 8 months to finish planning, and we aren't even a quarter done."

"i just," Chris sighed, clearing his throat. "i don't know shit about wedding planning, but you're absolutely right. you shouldn't have to do it. i should have helped."

you nodded. "i feel like you don't want to spend time with me. like even sleeping in the same bed at night as me is a chore. we don't cuddle, we don't kiss. the hug you gave me in the parking lot is the most intimacy i've had in weeks."

"i've been-"

"i know, you've been busy. it just hurts knowing you're filming a romantic comedy, and seemingly loving it, which i'm glad you are, but then for you to come home and barely pay any attention to me? it hurts like hell, and it makes me feel like you'd rather be with Ana than me."

"no," Chris said, shaking his head, and turning his body. "Ana doesn't even come close to how fucking beautiful you are to me. i love you, baby. not her."

you swallowed the lump in your throat, and looked at him tearfully. "really? how am i supposed to know? you don't even look at me anymore." you blinked away the tears, and Chris could see the hint of little space lingering behind your eyes. he watched as you slipped, but tried to fight it.

"bubba," he whispered, and you rocked in your seat slightly.

"d-" you tried to say, but your hand hit your thigh in a fist, and Chris grabbed your wrist.

"don't," he said, and you gulped, fighting to remain big. your big side won, and you burst into tears, the emotions you were feeling seeming 10x bigger after the brief regression.

"fuck," Chris said, trying to not sob, and wrapped his arms around you as you rocked in an attempt to self-soothe. Chris didn't stop it, and let you rock.

"i am so fucking sorry." he sobbed, not being able to hold back anymore. "i fucking broke you."

"jus' want you to love me," you cried, and Chris nodded.

"i do. i fucking love you so damn much." he said, and sighed as you began to calm down. "i need to fix this. i need to fix what i've done." he said, and you turned your head, crying into his shirt.

"jus' want it to stop!" you cried.

"honey, is the wedding a little too much for you right now?" he asked, and he sighed sadly when you nodded. "and me being distant wasn't helping, was it?" you shook your head.

"do you want to post pone it?" he asked, swallowing the lump. he didn't want that, but he needed you to be okay. "we can stop planning. we can take a break, we can have a court house marriage. i don't care. i need you to be okay." he said, and you nodded.

"wan' be all done," you whispered, still floating between head spaces.

"okay," he said, tearfully. "okay, we can be all done for now." he resigned, and rubbed your back. "i'm gonna call my therapist and see if we can get in for a session together tomorrow." he said. you nodded, beginning to finally calm.

"i love you. i need you to be okay." he said, and you nodded, your rocking slowing to a stop.

"we're gonna be okay." he whispered, kissing your head.

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[ellerosie2332]

The One I've Been Missing

(Images From Pinterest)

Chris Evans x British Singer!Reader

Based on the Song ‘One I’ve Been Missing’ by Little Mix

Summary: Being a singer on tour, gives you a lot of time to think about the person you are missing a lot. Enough time to be inspired to write about him

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Insinuation to sex, potential age gap (Chris’ specific age not mentioned.), slight angst, fluff. (I think that’s all.)

Lyrics in Red

*Four Weeks Before Christmas*

The tour was nearly over. Five and a half months, you had been travelling on your world tour for you new album. For six months you had been performing in large stadiums and parks. For six months you had worked with an amazing crew, helping to enhance the experience for you fans. For six months you had been away from Chris.

This was your first world tour, and it had been great. Seeing how many people supported and loved your music made you realise why you started making music in the first place. However, the time away had also been hard on you. Being a famous musician definitely had its benefits, but it also had it’s flaws.

Being away from your second home was one of them. When you were only eighteen you started playing your music in the street, hoping that the right person would hear it. After two years you got lucky, and someone who worked for a small music production company liked what you played. Soon after you had your first record out and even though it wasn’t huge as such, it caught the eye of an LA production company.

Once your contract ended, you moved to LA on your own with the mindset of ‘you could always go home.’ You started working on your first album in LA and it reached the UK top ten and the US top fifty.

Ten years later, you had six albums out and were on a world tour.

Not long before your fourth album came out you met Chris. He was at a LA party, one you had to be dragged to by your manager after spending too much time writing songs in the studio. Little did you know that you had caught Chris’ eye the minute you walked in. He bought you a drink and you ended the night rolling around in the sheets of his expensive hotel room.

Normally, that wasn’t your thing but there was something about Chris that you liked and knew he was different. Now four years later you two had moved in together and shared homes in both LA and Massachusetts.

Finishing on stage you thanked your fans and headed backstage again to where your manager was waiting.

“Y/N that was amazing!” He congratulated as soon as you walked into the green room. You smiled and gave him a hug before looking for your phone.

“Thank you Shaun. This has all been so amazing. I can’t believe that we only have two weeks left.” He smiled at you and agreed.

“I know. But I bet you can’t wait for it to end really, go back to Boston to spend Christmas with Chris?” Shaun teased.

“You’re right.” You grinned at him and at the thought of four weeks’ time.

Later that evening you were sat on your tour bus moving to the next location when you decided you were going to release the song you had written and recorded at the beginning of the tour. Missing Chris had really gotten to you and the song was perfect. You had some footage on of on tour and you had some old photos and videos of you and Chris.

You spoke to Shaun about it, and he agreed. You were going to release your new song ‘One I’ve Been Missing’ in two weeks.

*Two Weeks Before Christmas*

You had just finished your last show on your tour and at once called Chris.

“Hey baby.” You greeted. His face lit up when he saw your face.

“Hi Sweetheart. Just finished your last show?” He asked.

“Yeah. Chris I have a surprise for you.” You smiled at him. You had yet to tell him you had a new song coming out tonight let alone a song about him.

“Oh, what’s that then?” He asked, subtly excited.

“Tonight, I will be releasing a new song.” You smiled.

“That’s great honey!” He cheered. You then heard Shaun call you as you were about to hit the road for the final time.

“I have to go love but I’ll see you when I get back.”

“Okay honey. I love you.”

“I love you more.” You hung up at the same time you held the phone to your chest.

“You ready darling?” Shaun questioned.

“Yeah lets go home.”

*Chris’ POV*

After hanging up from Y/N I sighed. I was so happy she was living her dream, but it was so hard to be away from her. I had invited Scott over tonight for some drinks and now that Y/N told me that she was releasing a new song tonight, he could watch it with me.

Midnight rolled around quickly. Me and Scott quickly settled on the couch getting ready to watch Y/N’s new song.

The screen started dark before it came to her sitting in a green room all dressed up ready to go on stage.

Sorry I ain’t been around

But you’ve been on my mind million times

I’ll make it up to you now

We’ll wrap up the presents

And put up the tree together

Be together

Baby there’s no better gift

And now that I have you here I feel it the most

The screen then switched to some home videos of the two of us together from last Christmas, Dodger included. It hadn’t taken me long to figure out that this song was about me. I smiled at that thought Her voice filled the air again.

‘Cause I’ve been gone so long

But I kept holding on

‘Cause I need to show you

Just how much I love you this Christmas

Is it the light in your eyes?

They’ve never shone so bright

I’ve waited all year to be near

To the one I’ve been missing

This Christmas

The scene then changed to her on stage. I could see thousands of people cheering for her and that made me so happy.

I feel too lonely to sleep

Boy, when you’re on the wrong side of the world

Now with the snow at our feet

We’ll sit by the fire

And we’ll set the scene together

Dream together

Baby, there’s no better gift

Now that I have you here

That’s when I feel it the most

I could really feel the lyrics to this song. It had been six months since I had last seen her and even though it was slightly better now, I too was having trouble sleeping at the beginning. There was then a collection of photos from times together. Some in her studio, some in trailers from my old movies sets, others of one caught of us at red carpet events.

‘Cause I’ve been gone so long

But I kept holding on

‘Cause I need to show you

Just how much I love you this Christmas

Is it the light in your eyes?

They’ve never shone so bright

I’ve waited all year to be near

To the one I’ve been missing

This Christmas

I saw Scott looking over at me. He was smiling as the rest of the song finished with more tour videos and I noticed how there were a few pictures of me on the bus and where she sat and had her make up done. It made me feel special to think that she had those photos of me and her with her the entire time.

About an hour after we watched the video, I saw Dodgers’ ear perk up towards the door. When I looked over, I saw Y/N walked through the door.

*Reader POV*

You were engulfed in a hug from Chris as soon as you walked through the door. You happily returned the hug as you hadn’t seen him in six months. You were home.

*Christmas Eve*

Your song is now a Christmas hit. You are spending the night round Chris’ mother’s. His sisters, their kids and Scott were there as well. Everything seemed perfect but Chris had been acting weird all night.

There was hardly any physical contact, his sentences were short, and he kept avoiding a conversation with you. You thought it was because of the song. Since it became big he had been acting weird. You wondered if it was because it had some home videos in. They weren’t you most intimate ones, they were ones you showed a lot of people. However, you were starting to think you should have asked him first.

By the time you went to bed he was still acting strange.

“Alright Evans. What the hell is going on with you?” You asked him. You were anxious to find out the answer, but you need to know.

“What?” He questioned as if he had no idea as to what you were talking about.

“You have been avoiding me for over a week. What is the matter?”

“Nothing is. I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Is it about the song? Was it too personal to release?” You asked.

“What? No, God no, your song was amazing.” He sighed. “I was going to do this tomorrow but now is a good a time as any.”

You were visibly confused. Until in the middle of his childhood bedroom he reached into his pocket and got down on one knee.

“Y/N/N. I had a whole speech planned but now I can’t remember for the life of me what it was. Being with you has made me realize that I want to spend every day waking up beside you. Spend my life taking care of you and you taking care of me. I want you to spend the rest of our lives being my wife. Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, will you marry me?”

You stood there nodding your head, tears streaming down both of your faces. Chris stood up and went to put the ring on, but you pulled him into a passionate kiss. He reciprocated it until you ran out of oxygen. Finally, you gave him a chance to put the ring on. It was gorgeous and very you.

That night, trying to be quiet so you didn’t wake up his family. You made love, showing each other how much you loved one another.

*Christmas Day*

Luckily, no one had heard the two of you last night, but the news of your engagement was celebrated. Least to say, Chris was the one that you had been missing and the one you never had to miss again.

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[holylulusworld]

Shallow

Summary: You are no one special. How could the golden boy himself be interested in you?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Carol Danvers, OFC Kikki

Warnings: angst, unrequited love, pining, shy reader, fluff, awkwardness

Lyrics by Lady Gaga

Steve Rogers (Captain America) Masterlist

I'm falling

In all the good times I find myself

Longin' for change

And in the bad times, I fear myself

She’s beautiful; the most powerful beings in the universe and she smiles at the man you secretly are in love for years. You could never compare to her…never.

Her eyes shine, her smile is bright as Steve tells her something about the latest mission. Carol touches his bicep, nodding she agrees to whatever Captain America is telling her.

You are no one compared to her. Your smile is not so bright, your eyes don’t shine, and you are only a normal girl, a bookkeeper, not even a department manager.

Nothing special, not at all.

During the time after the snap, he talked to you from time to time. You were one of the last people still working at the tower, trying to keep everything together after losing the people you loved.

Not that you had anyone loving you. Single. Parents dead. No siblings. 

It was you against the world for most of the time since your fiancée decided he can do better.

Anyone can do better than you…

Sighing you try to turn around, not wanting someone to catch you staring at Captain America once again. Stupid little girl believing a hero like Steve would even look at you twice while talking to a goddess.

“Hey, do you have the latest report?” Your colleague asks and you nod. “I can bring it to you in a minute.” 

“You’re the best,” Kikki says smiling at you. “No need to hurry up. I need the report at the end of the day. Take your time.”

She let her eyes wander, checking Steve’s ass out, swooning. “I’ll bring you the papers after breakfast.” You say and she nods.

“What a pity he’s not into normal girls like us, Y/N. Such a sight…” Kikki swoons and you bite back a chuckle at her dreamily expression.

“Why should he be interested in someone like me and you if he can have someone like her, a goddess.” You shrug taking your eyes of Steve, glancing at Kikki who is looking at you, knowingly.

“Not just a crush, huh?” Kikki whispers. “Ask him out…” She adds.

“If I want to embarrass myself I run naked around the tower, Kick… He would laugh about me. Maybe even get mad as I dared to ask him out. I’m not that kind of girl. I don’t have your self-confidence, Kikki.” You gulp as Steve turns around for a moment, almost staring at you with his piercing blue eyes, smiling. 

You want to smile back but then you see Sharon and Natasha walking toward him and Carol and you know he didn’t smile at you. Stupid girl…

----

The next hour you spend with hating yourself for believing Steve smiled at you. Your eyes drift toward the report and you decide to bring it to Kikki before having breakfast. You don’t want her to forget about the due papers and get into trouble like last time.

Storming out of your office you bump into Carol, mumbling an apology, embarrassed.

“Hey, I could’ve watched where I walk too. I’m sorry, Y/N.” Carol says smiling at you. Your eyes widen, she knows your name.

“No, it was my fault, Ms. Danvers. I stormed out of the room without looking.” Stammering you glance at your colleague’s office, wanting nothing more than to run away.

“Let’s say we were both blind and ran into each other.” She chuckles now and you smile at her. “Steve never stops talking about your cookies. Maybe you can give me some one day too?”

“Cookies. OH--he remembers the cookies I made?” You ask.

“Sure. I recite ‘these cookies tasted like my moms’.” Carol quotes and you give her a shy smile. “I don’t want to keep you from work. Just think of me if you ever bake again.” Carol says ogling you, licking her lips.

“I’ll keep it in mind, Captain.” You say waving her goodbye as she watches you swaying your hips.

Steve is watching Carol ogling you, clenching his jaw.

----

Back at your office, you open your bag to get your breakfast out. Salad once again - how boring, but you didn’t have the time to make something tastier.

Your door silently opens and Steve steps in. A huge bag in his hands, smiling. 

“Y/N, uh…I…” He clears his throat as you look up at him with doe eyes, not knowing why Captain America enters your tiny office. “Ahem…I bought breakfast…shit…that’s obviously…” Steve tries to find the right words, tries to compose himself before talking again.

“Can I help you, Captain?” You ask, getting up to take the bag out of his hands, placing it onto the side table in your office.

“I was just thinking, no hoping you would have breakfast with me, here, just the two of us.” Steve stammers nervously moving his fingers through his hair, messing it up.

“You want to eat with me?” Your voice barely audible you look up at the tall godlike man who looks flushed, embarrassed as he nods. “Yeah…please? Or do you have plans with Carol?” 

Now your eyes round and you look at Steve, confused. “Why would I have plans with Captain Marvel?”

“I saw you talking and thought you two are a thing…” Steve chokes out, flustered once again.

“Whoa…I do not even know her. She was talking to me for the first time today. Ms. Danvers asked me about the cookies I baked for you and the rest of the team. She asked me to give her some too if I ever bake some…”

“That’s---phew...thank god. Jesus.” Steve paces around your office, glancing at you. “Do you have a boyfriend?” He finally dares to ask and you shake your head.

“No. My fiancee found someone better.” Your eyes are sad at the memory and Steve takes your hand in his, kissing it softly.

“You see…I’m…shit…sorry. I usually do not curse. I swear. I’m a good boy…” Steve babbles and you chuckle lightly. “Okay. I want to ask you out for quite a while. Would you go out for dinner with me?”

“You want to go out with me?” Not believing you heard right you tilt your head, glancing up at the tall Avenger. 

“Yeah. Don’t you want to go out with me?” Steve is nervous, licking his lips.

“I want to…” You whisper. “But why would you want to go out with someone like me?”

“Dont you remember, Y/N?” Steve asks and you shake your head. Not knowing what he’s talking about you wait for an explanation for his sudden interest in you.

There must be a catch.

“After the snap, you were the one keeping everything running. I remember you worked, played our therapist and baked for us. I was always happy to see you coming through the door, a basket with cookies in your hands and this sweet smile. I wanted to kiss you so bad.” Steve admits and you start panting.

“I was just trying to play my part. You and the others are heroes, I’m just a normal girl doing her job. Nothing special.”

“Y/N, you spend your free time cheering me up. Hell, you even did my laundry to help me. I was a mess and you kept me going. I want to go out with you cause you are the reason I was able to turn everything right.” Steve swoons leaning closer to kiss you cheek. He’s gentle, almost shy now.

“Steve?”

“Hmm…?” He stares at your lips as you fist the dress shirt he’s wearing. “Will you ever kiss me or do you want to just stare at me?”

His lips are on yours before you can say anything else. Two strong hands pick you up, force you to wrap your legs around his waist. Soft lips, hot tongue rule your mouth, not giving you the chance to back-off.

Your hands fist his hair, your body grinds against Steve and you press a groan out of the golden boy.

“I think…” Steve pants. “We should have a date first.”

“Yeah…right now?” You ask and he grins at you. “I know your boss, I bet Tony wouldn’t mind letting you help me out once again.

“Then it’s a date…”

“It’s a date…”

I'm falling

In all the good times I find myself

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[chrysolina]

Quickie at dinner

Ask - @tabseus Hi :) I have a request for a one shot. I‘m not sure if you write smut but if it‘s alright for you, it would be cool if you could right Chirs Evans x reader where they visit Chris‘ family for the first time bad Chris wants to have sex but reader is scared someone could hear them. And then either smut or not, depending on whether you feel comfortable writing that. I hope that does not sound too weird :D Thx :)

Omg gurl thank you so so much for this!! I’m so sorry it’s soooo late but I wanted to get it right before posting it. Here it is though, enjoy!! <3

Summary - In which Chris just can’t keep it in his pants, even at his own party.

Word Count - 1.8k

Warnings - SMUT (+18 readers only!!), Dom!Chris, rough sex, Quickies (duh..), floof

“And this is my bedroom.” Chris concluded the tour of his house with the final stop being his old childhood bedroom, the only room you were really intrigued with - being his newly engaged fiancee, of course. 

As a way to welcome you into the family, Chris’ parents decided to throw a small house-come-dinner party in yours and Chris’ honour and made sure all the family’s closest friends came to meet their beautiful (soon-to-be) daughter-in-law.

For the past two hours you had been greeting and getting to know Chris’ wider family in Chris’ adoring company, it wasn’t until you needed the toilet you realised you had no clue where you were in the house. In a quiet whisper, you asked Chris where the toilet was - to which he decided to show your around the house instead.

One toilet stop and a particularly enjoyable house tour later, you found yourself snooping around Chris’ old bedroom. His room was really an insight into his childhood alright, from the little photo frames of his early school and acting days to medals, trophies and posters of slightly provocative bikini models by his desk - you were entranced by it all, so much so you didn’t register the sound of Chris flicking the door lock shut.

It was while you were bending slightly down to look at the books and films teenage Chris had in his bookshelf that you felt the knowing pressure Chris’ boner press tight against your ass. Even after a spetacular blow-job minutes before leaving, you couldn’t help but laugh at Chris’ virile nature as his hands roamed up and down your deep ruby red cocktail dress. 

“Excited, are we?” You smirked humorously and leant back to grope the bulge in Chris’ dinner pants, a strangled moan escaping his lips at the feeling.

“With you in this dress,” Chris growled and slid a hand up to grope your breast, a similar moan escaping your lips at his touch.”How could I not?”

Before you could turn to push him onto his bed, you realised where you were and what you were going to do and you decided it was best to head back downstairs, horny or not. “Maybe when we get home baby,” you turned and pecked Chris’ lips teasingly quick before walking away to the door with a triumphant smile on your face.

Maybe it was the alcohol or the endorphins in his blood talking but Chris couldn't miss the chance of having sex with the most beautiful woman in his world right in his old bedroom, the same place he realised he loved you all those years ago after being away filming. Before your hand could even touch the brass metal door handle, Chris had yanked you back and had you pressed up against him in a vice-like grip.

“Nu-uh sugar,” Chris cooed devilishly and ground his erection up and down your ass-cheeks. “I ain’t waiting for later.” He nipped and sucked on the side of your neck as he spoke and spun you around to face him.

“And I ain’t walking out of here back to your family covered in hickies you gave me.” You quipped back with a smirk and a knowing look on your face, it was a nasty habit Chris just loved to use on you, he just loved to mark you. 

From hand marks on your ass to hickies all over your neck, breasts and shoulders, Chris loved the message he was giving to any man - or woman - who laid eyes on those marks, you’re his.

“Fine, I’ll do you a deal;” and he also liked to make bargains with you before doing the deed. “You give me five minutes to fuck your ass into that wall b’there,” Chris nodded to the empty piece of wall beside you two. “And I won’t leave a single hickie anywhere at all.” Chris swore with a hand on his heart, just for effects. You hummed in question and made a face of uncertainty around Chris’ preposition.

“Promise?” You flicked an eyebrow up in question. “I promise.” You smiled at Chris’ sudden change in tone and kissed him passionately as thanks, to which he delved in and pushed you against the wall he spoke about. As quick as he was, Chris lifted the tight-fitting cocktail dress up over your ass and let it bunch around your hips as he got to work removing your thong. 

“A thong, hm?” Chris hummed in astonishment, you never liked wearing thongs or thin underwear so you told him; they were always so uncomfortable, so you’d say. 

“Look, I needed something with no VPL and it was the best I had.” You muttered through your teeth and tried not to moan when Chris pulled the thong off teasingly slow, your pussy aching for some sort of attention.

“Well Y/N,” Chris kissed your ear as he whispered. “I’m not complaining, at all.” He growled as he allowed your panties to pool at your heels and flicked the slightly distended butt-plug that sat snug in your ass - literally.

Whether the two of you did or didn’t do anal right now, you didn’t care at all; all you needed was to relieve the arousal down below, through whatever means necessary. The moan you gave though when Chris’ fingers slid down to your achingly wet pussy made it clear to him, you needed a release just as bad as he did and you, also, needed it now. 

Without much rational thinking, Chris ripped his zipper down in his trousers and unsheathed his dick, giving it a good pump in his hand to relieve the pressure down there and slid it up and down your lips for lubrication - not like he’d need it soon though.

“You ready baby girl?” Chris moaned into your ear as the tip of his penis slowly slid inside your silky wet pussy. You couldn’t trust your voce and only vigorously nodded in agreement. Chris smirked at you behind your back and poised himself ready to enter you. 

“Gotta stay quiet for me though, okay?” Chris placed a finger against your lips for effect and pushed his thick veiny dick straight into your pussy and began to pound it relentlessly.

After every animalistic thrust Chris gave, the pool of arousal that sat deep within your pussy began to boil, over and over and over. It was a fact, Chris’ hardcore dominant sex could not be beaten, he was rough and gentle in all the right places that made every woman weak to her knees.

On and on it went until you couldn’t contain it no more, the stranged moans leaving your lips testimony to how well Chris was fucking you, the sound of skin against skin and Chris’ grunts echoed orgasmically around in such an innocent room - to you, at least. Chris’ thrusts suddenly began to get sloppier and quicker as your pussy tightened around his length, meaning his release was coming soon, too. In a bid to get you to orgasm at the same time, one of Chris’ hands moved from your hip to your clit and began to rub it furiously and made you see stars. 

“Go on baby, cum for me.” Chris moaned into your ear at the deeper feeling you gave him after bending lower. “I’m so babe, c’mon.”

After two or three final sloppy thrusts, you and Chris came in a symphony of muffled moans and grunts, his hips stuttering to a halt as your pussy milked his length for all it was worth, your walls painted white with his cum.

A relieved sigh escaped your red swollen lips whilst Chris pulled out of you slowly and tenderly, just the way you liked it. After a dozen or so kisses and thank yous from Chris, the two of you stepped out of his room and out onto the landing with a sigh, thank god you hadn’t been caught.

“And where have you two been?” Oops, too late. You and Chris turned to see Scott looking at you like he’d just heard the best gossip ever and smirked at you both. “Had fun in there Y/N? Chris?” Scott lost his smirk within seconds after seeing your worried face and smiled at you warmly.

As you went to go open your mouth, Chris beat you to it and could have read your mind there and then. “Scott, please don’t tell mom or dad; or anyone for that matter.” Chris pleaded and held you close as the nevres rolled off you, the thought of blowing your reputation for a quickie in Chris’ old bedroom didn’t make you the most relaxed person there.

“Why would I? I get it y’know, best foot forward and all that bs.” Scott laughed and motioned yo to follow him downstairs, you knew what he said was meant for you and it made you smile at the calmness Scott brought with him.

“Thank you Scott.” You said warmly and hugged him once you got to the bottom of the stairs where you’d thought you’d be the centre of attention but in reality, nobody even saw you there.

“No worries sweetheart,” Scott hugged you back tightly and whispered into your ear. “Welcome to the family.”

“And where have you two been off to?” You thought it was your mind playing tricks on you again but once you turned around and left Scott, you knew you had to think of something fast as Chris’ mom looked at the two of you dubiously.

“My fault Mrs Evans,” You lied calmly, linked arms and smiled at Chris loving. “I was asking Chris about his medals and school-life and I got a bit caught up. I’m so sorry.” You smiled at her sympathetically for leaving her party for too long and expected to be scolded slightly for your absence, instead she smiled at the two of you and winked at you.

“It’s fine sweetheart, no need to apologise.” She smiled at the heartwarming of her son finally with the woman of his dreams. “And please, call me Lisa.” She winked at you again and wandered back to the group of ladies that she’d left.

Chris let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and leant down to kiss you, arms still linked together. “God I owe you one there babe.” He smiled into the kiss as you caught his cheek with the other hand and rubbed it soothingly. “Thank you Y/N/N.”

“After what you did upstairs, yeah you owe me mister.” You smirked at him discreetly and laughed as he rolled his eyes, knowing he wasn’t going to hear the last of it for a good while yet.

“Like I said, I can’t help it if I’m engaged to the most beautiful woman in the world.” You smiled at his corniness and rolled your eyes as you two walked arm in arm t the dining room for food.

“That’s my line, handsome.”

“Not anymore it ain’t.”

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Birthday Sex - Part 1

With Tumblr holding my original writing blog @beccaheartschrisevans captive (aka flagged as explicit), I have made a secondary writing blog and may end up closing the other all together. In the meantime, I am reposting all of my stories on my new blog.

Title: Birthday Sex - Part 1

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: language, oral sex, descriptive sex scenes

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

18+ Disclaimer: This work contains sexual material that is for those over the age of 18. By clicking the keep reading link below, you are agreeing that you are over the age of 18 and are not offended by sexual content.

Summary: The first of 3 birthday tales; Chris’s fiancee wakes him up from a good dream, on his birthday, and makes it up to him.

This story can also be read on AO3.

June 13, 2016

You awake with a slight chill and it takes you a minute or so to realize it’s because Chris rolled his heater-like body away from yours in an attempt to hide from the streams of sunlight slipping in between the blinds. Thinking of Chris, your fiance (FIANCE!!!!!!!!), you bring your left hand to your face and smile at the tastefully sized diamond ring he placed there just two days before.

The two of you had been talking about marriage for a few months, but you hadn’t expected him to propose over his birthday weekend or in such a grand fashion that caught you completely by surprise. He had decided at the last minute, or so he told you on Thursday, that he wanted to spend his birthday weekend at a house on the coast. He had told you he had everything planned, so you’d agreed to come along for the ride.

Then on Friday, you jaw had dropped when you’d seen the “house” which was actually a massive mansion with private beach access and a large swimming pool. You probably should have caught on then that something was happening, but you’d just shrugged it off because Chris said he was borrowing it from a friend who owed him one.

The smile on your face widens as you think about to the actual proposal. The two of you had just finished a simple lunch when Chris had asked if you wanted to take a walk on the beach with him. You had expected him to take you on a long walk, but he had just walked you down to the water’s edge and then had pulled you into the water with him, ankle deep. By that point, you had been getting suspicious that something was happening, because the first time Chris had brought up your future together and asked about your thoughts on marriage, you’d been standing ankle deep in the Atlantic Ocean.

Chris had started to get down on one knee, but a wave coming in had forced him to stop and pull you out of the reach of the tide. Once you were on the dry sand, he’d gotten down on one knee and had promised you his love forever and that he’d stand with you through the good times and the bad. Then he’d asked you the question that had made tears fill your eyes and you had been rendered completely speechless, forcing you to nod your head to answer. Then there had been kissing…. lots of kissing.

After several minutes of kissing, he had led you back up to the house under the gise of getting your ring from his suitcase, saying that he hadn’t wanted to risk dropping it into the sand or worse the ocean because he was so nervous. He had led you into the back door of the house and then told you to wait in the living room while he ran upstairs to get the ring.

You’d been so happy you hadn’t asked any questions and had gone straight into the living room, which is where you’d found your family and Chris’s family waiting. It was then that you’d realized that Chris had been scheming behind your back all along. There had been a multitude of hugs and congratulations as you went from one family member to another before you’d turned and notice Chris standing in the doorway holding a velvet black box.

Then you’d started crying all over again as he had walked to you then opened the box for you to see the beautiful medium-sized diamond ring that he then slid onto your the ring finger of your shaky left hand. You hadn’t been able to keep yourself from jumping into his arms and kissing him again. It had only been his nephews cries of disgust that had reminded you that you and Chris weren’t alone.

After Chris had declared that all talk regarding the wedding and possible dates were off limits for the weekend, you had learned that he’d put this plan into motion a couple weeks ago and had been working closely with your mom and his to keep you from finding out.

The forty eight hours (or so) that had followed the proposal and surprise of your families being there had been spent hanging out around the large house. The mornings and afternoons had been spent on the beach or in the pool and the evenings had consisted of movies for the grandparents and grandkids and board games for the adult kids.

It had been hard to say goodbye to everyone last night, though. Your parents, siblings, their spouses and children had flown back home while Chris’s family had headed for a Disneyland hotel to spend a couple days at the theme parks, with Chris promising that the two of you would join them in a couple days.

Now it is just you and Chris in the huge house. The master bedroom that you had claimed Friday, before the others arrived, was super elegant and you’d been eyeing the deep, hot tub sized bathtub all weekend.

Rolling over towards Chris, you wonder how hard it would be to wake him up and convince him to come take a bath with you. Willing to give it a go, you slide your body up behind his and press a kiss to his bare shoulder blade. Then you whisper, “Good morning, sexy.”

He doesn’t even react.

You slid your arm over his and place your hand on his sculpted chest and slowly walk your fingers over it. “Hey sexy birthday man,” you say. “It’s time to wake up.”

This earns you an unintelligible mumble in return.

Knowing what you have to do now, you slid your hand down the front of his body and slowly pull away the blankets covering his lower body. You feel him shiver slightly as the cool air of the room hits his bare flesh.

“Wakey, wakey,” you say, trying to wake him up one last time.

“You’re evil,” he grumbles and he shifts his body so he is laying flat on his back. “I was having a really good dream.”

“Was I in it?” you ask as you place your hand on his chest and softly play with the small hairs.

“You’re in all my dreams, babe,” he replies with a sleepy smile.

“Even your nightmares??”

“Only as the woman I need to rescue or that I need to rescue me.”

“Mmm, good answer.”

The room falls silent as you both watch as your hand moves down his torso, past his hips and to his very awake manhood that is begging for your attention.

“Must have been some dream,” you say as you brush a finger over the tip, making Chris shiver beside you. “Tell me about it.”

“I was asleep,” he says. “And you woke me up, a bit like this actually. And you started touching me and then you took me in your mouth and I was about to cum when you interrupted.”

“I’m so sorry, baby,” you reply with a smirk. “I think I know how to make it up to you though.”

You wrap your hand around the shaft of his cock and slowly slide your hand up and down, using his pre-cum to smooth your movements. He hardens even more under your grasp and you can’t wait to wrap your mouth around him.

Repositioning yourself, you switch hands so you can have one wrapped around his cock and the other toying with his balls. You lick your lips in anticipation, but you wait for a moment longer until you hear him let out a growl that sends pleasure to your own sex.

Leaning over, you part your lips and take a swipe at the tip of his cock with your tongue, earning you another growl. Grinning against his cock, you part your lips a little further and let the crown enter your mouth. His desire pulsates through his cock as you lower your mouth on him inch by agonizing inch until the tip hits the back of your throat.

He lets out a strangled cry as you hold him here for a second and then pull back allowing yourself to breath. You repeat the process while also massaging his balls and occasionally removing him from your mouth to wrap your hand around the shaft again.

“Fuck,” he curses aloud. “I’m so close, babe. So close.”

At his words, you amp up your movements soon you feel the telltale signs that he is about to come. You wrap your mouth around his cock and feel it jerk as he cums in your mouth. Once he has finished, you clean him with your tongue and then you sit up, licking your lips.

“Fuck, babe,” he groans. “That was amazing.”

“It tasted good too,” you reply with a grin. “You should eat fresh fruit all the time.” You move back to his side and press your lips to his. “So now that you’re awake how about we go take a bath in that gorgeous bathtub?”

“I don’t think I can manage the stairs that lead to said bathtub right now.”

You smirk as you stand up on the bed. Your hands find the hem of the short, silky night dress you wore to bed and you pull it over your head then drop it on his chest, leaving yourself completely naked. You do a little shimmy and then turn and shake your ass. Then you jump off the bed and run into the bathroom.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” you hear him mutter as you hear his footsteps following you into the bathroom.

Part 2

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