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evanpeterswhoresblog · 10 months

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Office Secrets

Luke Cooper x f!reader

TW: smut, p in v, unprotected, fingering… lmk if there’s anything else lol

Word count: 1526

Friendly note, I wrote this all in one day so it’s probably not the best but I’ve been so obsessed w Evan lately I just needed to write lol Enjoy!!!

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“So, who wants to bet the two newbies are doing it?” Meredith says as she puts coins into one of the vending machines.

“They so are,” Kevin says. “Have you seen the way they look at each other it’s like- Pam and Jim.”

“Hey!”

Angela shakes her head. “You people are disgusting… but I wouldn’t doubt it. I’ve seen them flirting on multiple occasions.”

“This is all circumstantial, it doesn’t mean they’re sleeping together,” Oscar argues.

“I would bet they are,” Phillas says with a laugh. “I mean I remember how fun it was being all secret with Bob, it’s so thrilling.”

Pam glances at you in the annex, Luke’s leaning back on your desk, smiling as you two talk. She looks back to the group and shrugs. “It’s possible they are.”

~~~

“Hey y/n, do you think you could make some copies for me?” Pam asks as you’re walking by.

“Yeah of course, double or single sided?” You reply with a smile.

“Double please.” She hands you the original.

You walk to the copier, but as you’re about to open it, Luke slips in front of you.

“Luke I was about to make copies,” you say, annoyed.

“So do I, you aren’t the only person in the office who needs to get stuff done,” he laughs.

“Since when have you ever had things to get done? You’re the laziest person here.”

“That’s hostile,” he replies, turning around to give you a smirk. “I might have to report you to HR.”

“Just please hurry up,” you mumble.

“Anything for you babe.” He winks.

You turn to the camera and stare, almost at your limit with this boy.

~~~

“I just don’t understand men sometimes it’s like, he’s so different when we’re alone yet in public he wants to be the biggest ass ever,” you rant to the camera, you’re in the hallway near the elevator where no one will hear you. “Sometimes I just want to knee him in the balls and get on with my day.”

“If he’s so annoying why do you sleep with him?”

You frown. “He’s really good at that stuff, most assholes are honestly.”

~~~

You’re at the vending machine getting a snack when you feel arms snake around your waist. You quickly turn around and push him away.

“Luke stop it we can’t be doing this here,” you whisper.

He looks out the windows then back at you. “Nobody’s around, come on just one kiss. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since last night baby.”

You and Luke were hired about three weeks ago now, both just interns to help out with the little things around the office. At first you thought Luke was an idiot slack off, but after a week of him constantly flirting with you, you decided he wasn’t that bad of a guy and of course he’s gorgeous. And, after one night where he gave you a ride home this simple work crush turned into casual sex.

You made Luke promise to keep it a secret, you didn’t want anyone at the office to think your personal life would interfere with you doing your job. So, far you don’t think anyone has figured it out, and your glad.

“Don’t talk like that here,” you say, giving him a slight glare. “We made a deal.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“I’m serious Luke, imagine if Michael found out. He’d make it a whole thing.”

“It probably already is a thing, Jim and Pams was.”

You scoff at him. “Okay, that doesn’t mean this has to be.”

“Whatever,” he says as he begins to walk away. “See you later.”

You give an annoyed look to the camera and shake your head before returning to your previous activity.

~~~

“Listen, y/n is a good girl I guess, I just wish she’d stop acting like the office finding out about our thing is the worst possibility imaginable,” Luke tells the crew outside the break room.

“What do you think would happen if they found out?”

“I don’t know, they’d give us weird looks. It doesn’t really matter it’s not like me and her are gonna be working here forever. At least I know I’m not, not sure what her life plans are.”

~~~

You stare at the clock and sigh, still a whole nother hour left at the office. This whole day has been terrible, mostly due to Luke. You don’t understand why he’s acting so annoying today. Usually he’s decent toward you, probably because of what he wants from you the second work ends. You turn back to your desk and start to organize papers, deciding Luke isn’t important.

A few have passed when Luke appears beside you. He leans back on your desk, one of his hands gripping the edge. You try to ignore him, keeping your attention on the stack of paper you’ve been messing with. Luke doesn’t let you ignore him forever though.

“Can you come with me somewhere where we can speak privately… away from the cameras.”

You look up at him. Is this it? Is he really going to break it off at work? You can’t believe it. You want to give him a piece of your mind, so you slightly nod and get up, following him out of the annex and down the hall to one of the stock rooms. You’re ready to start giving it to him but before you can he smashes his lips on yours.

At first, you’re caught off guard, he’s never kissed you at work before. You don’t hesitate to kiss him back however. He backs you up till the back of your legs hit a spare desk. You let him guide you onto it, your kiss turning into something more.

He bites down on your lip, his hands roaming up and down the sides of your body. You have to admit, you’d been craving this too. Even though you saw each other last night. Luke was the best you’d ever had, how were you supposed to not want him again? Even though he’s been annoying you all day you can’t help but melt into the palm of his hand, he’s just so damn attractive.

“Luke, we can’t do this at work,” you whisper, the sensible part of you taking over.

“Nobody will know, come on baby, I’ve been thinking of you all day. I need you,” he replies.

Your stomach fills with butterflies at his words. He knows exactly how to persuade you. You fall back on the desk as he kisses down your neck, Your legs wrap around his waist, he makes you feel so good. He brings his lips back up to yours as one of his hands starts to slip up your skirt and under your panties.

He starts to rub small circles on your clit; you to moan into his mouth. He smirks against your mouth. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, you love the feeling of his body against yours. It’s the best you’ve ever felt.

“You’re already so wet baby,” he mumbles on your lips.

“Luke,” you moan.

“Do you want it baby?”

You nod, moving one of your hands down to rub the bulge in his pants. He grins at you and removes his fingers, beginning to undo his belt and fly. In seconds you feel his tip brushing against your entrance. He leans back over you as he begins to slowly thrust inside of you. You bite down on your lip and close your eyes, the familiar feeling of him filling you taking over.

You throw your head back as he starts fucking you. The sound of the desk hitting the wall doesn’t even register in your head. You’re too engulfed in how good Luke’s dick feels inside you, hitting that special spot that makes your legs shake. His head rests in the crook of your neck, he’s moaning and whispering all the dirty things he wants to do to you. It’s all too good to be true.

Eventually though, you feel that tightening in your stomach, your orgasm approching. Luke must realize this because he doesn’t stop his violent thrusts for even a second. You hold on to him tightly, biting down on his clothed shoulder as you finally cum. He finishes with you, pushing himself so far inside you he’s hitting your cervix.

He lays on you for a few seconds before pulling himself up enough to look down at you. His chest is still heaving as he speaks in a soft voice, “I really like you y/n.”

“I really like you too Luke,” you say with a weak smile.

Both of you get yourselves decent fast, you’ve been away for at least fifteen minutes by now. You give Luke one last kiss before exiting the small room alone, he promised to wait a minute or too before following.

As you sit at your desk and resume your previous activities, Luke walks by you, sending a quick wink before disappearing into the main office. You give a small stare into one of the cameras, your face turning bright red. This was only the beginning.

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happy74827 · 5 months

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Lucas Lee

Scott Pilgrim vs the World (2010)

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chrisevansonly · 1 year

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Chris’s Little Family 🤍

pairing: chris evans x momma evans (little duck au)

summary: chris can’t help but take every little moment to admire his perfect little family

warnings: tooth rotting fluff

a/n: i know i’ve been slacking on little duck and writing, this is short and things are just really tough for me right now and i haven’t been in a writing mood :/

The sun was out in Boston, the air warm for the spring which meant you were already outside just after breakfast, Arlie adamant on riding her bike and jumping on the trampoline. She’d always loved the outdoors and being active, so after a laugh you followed her outside with Wesley strapped to your chest, he was fast asleep after nursing, so you expected a quiet few hours from him. You sat on the outdoor swing on the edge of your patio a soft knitted blanket across your lap, a perfect few of the small barn and pond further down the yard, arguably your favourite view to admire each day. Chris eventually came out after cleaning up after the waffle making that took place in the kitchen that same morning. Chris’s favourite view by far was the one he saw right now, his little girl giggling away as her blonde hair flew around as she jumped on the trampoline. Then his eyes moved to you, cuddled up with his boy, your eyes lighting up in excitement anytime Arlie said something to you, your hands rubbing Wes’s back to keep him sleeping. Of course, he loved the view his home provided, but his family was his favourite, and they were something special that he would always cherish and hold close to his heart

“Daddy see me jumping!!”

You turned to smile at Chris after Arlie yelled to him

“I see you princess, getting higher and higher every time!”

He chuckled making his way over to sit next to you, his heart warming as you lifted the blanket so he could get under it

“Thank you for cleaning up after breakfast my love”

His lips pressed a kiss to your cheek before letting you lean on his shoulder a content hum escaping your lips

“I should be thanking you for wrangling these two monsters every morning, they have the best mother in the world”

“Are you trying to make me cry Christopher?”

He laughed rubbing your arm gently

“No, no, I just want you to know how much I appreciate you, and this life we get to have together, our little family is-it just makes me so happy, and I know I say this to you a lot, but I couldn’t imagine experiencing this with anyone else”

Each time he expressed his feelings, even if he said it to you one hundred times, it was enough to get you teary eyed and emotional, so pressing your lips to his to convey just how much it meant to you, was all you could muster in this moment

“I love you, and I am just and thankful for our family-”

“Momma, Daddy!! Been callin’ you for ages!”

Chris was the first to laugh at his daughter’s sass, she definitely got all of that from you

“Oh you were huh?”

“Mhm.”

She stood in front of him, hands on her hips as if she was getting ready to scold him, you were trying hard not to smile at her antics, especially when she huffed dramatically and climbed up to sit with Chris, her head leaning on his chest

“What were you saying baby, I’m listening now”

“Was gonna ask for help with my bike, but I comfy now, don’t wanna move”

Chris tucked her under the blanket, letting out another quiet laugh as he held her to his chest

“Well, if you’re comfy then you stay right there duck, we can go bike later”

If Chris wasn’t listening closely enough, he would have missed the soft “thank you daddy” that fell from her lips. This was Chris’s favourite view in the whole world, he had his family all bundled under a blanket on the porch swing that already had many memories for you and Chris. He wouldn’t trade this in for anything in the world, he’d be crazy if he said he didn’t want maybe one more little one running around, but there was time for that, he was more than happy with his little family right now and so were you, that was all he could ever ask for.

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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

@royalsweetteaa had the idea for an elf fic, this is dedicated to her, the headers I use aren’t mine.

🎄𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑🎄

❄️WELCOME TO MY FIRST CHRISTMAS HERE!❄️

🔞𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊/18+ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊. 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆! 𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐎 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 18 𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄!🔞

AGE AND SIZE DIFFERENCE IS ADDED TO ALL! SANTA AND THE GRINCH ARE LARGER THAN THE READER! THE ELVES ARE THE SIZE OF HER PALM!

THE READER IS INNOCENT IN ALL!

ALL IN THE SAME UNIVERSE! SAME READER FOR ALL! (poor reader…)

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𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒

𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 - ft elf jake jensen.

𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 - ft elf lee bodecker.

𝒔𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍𝒔 - ft elf johnny storm.

𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 - ft elf steve rogers.

𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒂 - ft elf ransom drysdale.

𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒔 - ft elf frank adler.

𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒐𝒆 - ft elf curtis everett.

𝒋𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒔 - ft elf lloyd hansen.

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𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀

𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂… 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 - ft santa ari levinson.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇

𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒎𝒂𝒔 - ft grinch bucky barnes.

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𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐅𝐅/𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒/𝐇𝐂 - 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 (𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐞/𝐬𝐬)

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 - @lavender-annd-lilac - 𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒆𝒔 - 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 - 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒆 - 𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 - @birdstooth - 𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒔 - @birdstooth - 𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 - @birdstooth - 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂’𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆 - 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒇 - 𝒘𝒆’𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒕! - 𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔 - 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒚 - 𝒅𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 - 𝒆𝒈𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒈 - 𝒇𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒈 - 𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒕- 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒆 - 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒅𝒔 - 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒚𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 - 𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒌𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒔 - 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉 - 𝒄𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆 - 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔 - 𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 - 𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒚 - 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒋𝒐𝒃

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰

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𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦

𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 - 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦 - 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 - 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞 - 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬 - 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 - 𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 - 𝐥𝐞𝐞 - 𝐚𝐫𝐢

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2023

𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

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chrisevansdaughter · 10 months

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Scott and Chris always scare each other… what about Chris accidentally scares his little toddler reader who just got up from a nap?

Maybe only Scott can calm her down after this🥺 ???

Scare games gone wrong

Paring: Brother Chris & Scott x toddler! Reader

Summary; in the height of the lockdowns for the pandemic we all remember the scare games. Let’s just see one of those times it goes wrong.

Of course the whole point of war for the other not to know when it was going to happen but add their baby sister into the mix one afternoon.

All hell breaks loose.

Scott had put y/n down for a nap and was just chilling in the kitchen. Chris no where to be seen. He knew that probably meant a scare was being schemed, but Chris wouldn’t do that whilst she was napping right? He thought.

Time went by, he was just catching up on work, reading new scripts and replying to emails whilst listening out for if y/n woke up.

Most of the time she’d just climb out of bed because she had toddler bed with a rail just for her comfort and the brothers piece of mind.

Chris went to go scare Scott running round the corner into the kitchen, he soon found out he didn’t run into to him or dodger it was a sleepy y/n with her messy bed head, dummy hanging off her sleep suit and blankie tailing behind.

“Rawr!!! Scott I got you!!!” Chris screamed.

Tears lines her eyes, conflicted at why chrissy just did that, loud cries engulfed the entire room, echoing into the living room where Scott was currently going through emails on the couch.

“Chris what the hell is going on!” He asks as he walks into the kitchen, y/n running to him away from Chris. “Come here bubbas, you’re okay, it’s okay.” He tries to console a sleepy little y/n who’s basically having a meltdown.

Chris was sheepishly stood by the fridge, trying to make y/n a bottle as a little “I’m sorry”

It took a while for Scott to calm her down, before she would even let Chris anywhere near her or even let him try and get a word in without crying again.

“Bubs, come here sweet girl I’ve got something for you” He says as he shakes the bottle up for it to be ready to present to his little love.

“Mhmh Crissy” she mumbles from behind her dummie snuggling more into Scott before fully giving Chris another chance.

“I’m sorry sunshine, Chrissy is sorry baby” he sits in her room on the nursing seat that his sister insisted upon for her room at his house.

He rocks her as he tells her how much he loves her and how sorry he is, looking down at a sleepy milk drunk bubba lull herself back into her sleepy slumber he interrupted.

He knows next time, scare games can go wrong.

And let’s just say Scott wasn’t happy with him for the rest of the day…

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ramp-it-up · 1 year

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Santa, Daddy

Paring: Chris Evans x Reader

Word count: 3K

Summary: Thanks to a bet with Scott, you are Santa’s Helper for the night.

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI. RPF, SMUT, Lil bit of ANGST. Not Beta’d. Consequences of a bet, Christmas party, suggestive outfit, drinking, getting wasted, continued flirting, dirty Christmas list (sex toys), suggestion of anal, oral (f receiving) p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up!) Daddy kink, Good girl kink, breast play, copious cum, praise, dirty talk.

A/N: This is for #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on this ask.

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“I triple dog dare you.”

You rolled your eyes as Scott ‘oohed’ at his own dare.

“There are kids in there, Scott!”

“As soon as Chris passes out the presents, they are going to be going home to get in bed for the real Santa. No young minds corrupted..”

Scott was too sure of himself.

You peeked out to the living room where Chris was holding court with the Evans and Capuano clan children. He looked perfect, the padded Santa suit, wig and beard complimenting his pale complexion. And the voice. He was a good actor.

Meanwhile, you were standing in Chris’s bedroom, staring at a box on the bed which contained something his brother, (who was also your first best friend in Boston) ordered for you. You looked down at the skimpy Santa’s little helper costume and bit your lip.

It was all going to be on display out there.

“You owe me one, unless you’re too chickenshit…”

“Fuck you Evans. I’ll do it, but not until the minors are gone.”

“Thank you for honoring your bet. You said you’d serve my drinks, anytime, anywhere, when we bet on the game.”

You shook your head. You had been shitfaced when you came over to Chris’ house for the Patriots-Giants game in August. You didn’t think an innocent bet would cost this much.

“I hate you Scott.”

“I love you too, now I want to see that body ody ody.”

“Shut the fuck up. And get out.”

“Alright. I’ll text you when the kids are gone.”

You looked at yourself in one of Chris’s many mirrors. You weren’t ashamed of your body, and while you weren’t shitfaced just yet, you were mellow enough to not have any of your normal body image issues.

The bathroom was full of the smell of Chris. As you inhaled the scent of him, you thought about the fact that Scott always accused you and Chris of having a thing for each other.

It was ridiculous.

Just because you and Chris shared long looks, you always leaned your head on his shoulder and clutched his arm when you were watching a movie, and yes, he always gave you a forehead kiss goodnight when you left his house but that meant nothing.

There was nothing to Scott’s accusation, except for the fact that you were gone on Chris and wanted to fuck his brains out.

But you knew what happened to the women he brought around. You never saw them again. You didn’t want to lose your friends. Fucking Chris wasn’t worth it. Even if you did have feelings for him.

You turned back to the box on the bed, feeling a different kind of way about wearing the outfit therein.

30 minutes later, five minutes after Scott texted you, you came out of Chris’s bedroom in the outfit.

Scott and company whistled, clapped and stomped their feet when you emerged as Chris stripped off the hat, wig, and beard. When he saw you walking over to the bar with your ass practically all the way out, Chris’s mouth hinged open.

You looked at him over your shoulder and Chris took it as an invitation.

“The bar is open.”

You announced it, and Chris thought that it was a sign. He sauntered over, still in the padded red suit.

You batted your eyes at him as he approached.

“Aren’t you just Santa’s little helper?”

You smiled.

“What would you like, Chris?”

The bet was service with a smile, so you were playing nice. Scott was eagle eyeing you and Chris from across the room.

Chris licked his lips wolfishly.

“I’m not going to say what I’d like, but I’ll have a vodka cranberry right now.”

You served it up while Chris blatantly ogled you. You weren’t mad at him. You tried to keep your mind pure and didn’t flirt as you worked.

“Scott came up with a good bet this time. It seems like we all won.”

Chris’s eyes moved from your black platform high heeled boots with the fur to your barely there black-laced teddy showcasing your apple bottom, to your red hat hanging jauntily off your mountain of hair.

“Holy shit, you’re so hot...”

Chris’s blue eyes tried to capture you as you drank and you pushed away from him and the bar as Scott beckoned you over. You tossed Chris another look over your shoulder as you took Scott a beer.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Wonder what else you can take?”

Chris said it half to himself but he saw your smirk in response.

Chris played Santa for a while longer, hosting friends on his lap and asking what they wanted for Christmas. You played helper, standing beside them for pictures. Your turn was last. You looked at Chris’s wide open legs and thanked whatever god was in heaven.

“What do you want for Christmas, little girl?”

You sat on Chris’s lap, as demurely as you could, your ass on one of his large thighs. You knew that you were getting hot and wet by sitting this close to his dick, and you could swear that you could feel it on your leg. You kept trying to scoot off of it, but Chris grabbed you closer. You narrowed your eyes and he grinned as you became sure of what he was doing.

Okay, he wanted to play. You would play.

“Well, SantaChris, I either want a good Daddy with a thick dick or a new purple deep thrusting wand so I can get off. Haven’t had good dick in a while.”

Everyone was busy getting wasted and you were speaking low, so no one heard what you said.

Chris didn’t think you’d come like that. He gulped.

“Uh… ummmm. I- I- I think I can manage that. Deep thrusting you say?”

You managed your best innocent look and batted your eyes up at him. You felt his cock swell on your leg.

“Yes. I like it hard, deep, and rough. Can I also ask for a new vibrating butt plug?”

You tapped your hand on your chin and looked at him questioningly. Chris eyes were dilated and his mouth was open.

“Fuck yeah.”

He practically moaned, then cleared his throat.

“I mean, yes, little girl. Have you been good?”

You smiled at Chris and then leaned in, swerving to his ear as he puckered up for a kiss.

“Well Santa, that's for my Daddy to decide.”

Your sultry whisper made Chris’ brain short circuit and you were up off his lap before he could grab you and take you into his room.

—--

Chris was thankful for the padding in the Santa suit; he walked around for the rest of the night with his cock hard. He always knew you were gorgeous, thick and seemingly soft in just the right places. He knew that body was banging. When he had to jack off, it was frequently to you and after tonight, there was no other choice.

The problem was that Chris didn’t want to ruin the friendship. You were fine, but you were also smart and funny and if he risked hitting on you seriously, you might disappear. You were worth more to him than those random hookups.

As a result, he relished movie nights, ogling you from across the room, and your drunken debates with Scott. Kissing you on the forehead after a fun night with the homies was the closest he came to admitting his feelings.

One day, he promised himself.

But here you were tonight, Christmas Eve, wrapped up seemingly just for him. And the presents you asked for! Surely that was an invitation, right? Or were you just fucking with him?

Damn, he wished you’d fuck with him.

For the rest of the evening, you and Chris did this dance. Literally for your friends’ cameras and private IG accounts when you hammed it up to some christmas music, and figuratively as you two eye fucked each other from afar, your usual cadence knocked into overdrive.

Chris’s Santa outfit came off, bit by bit, until he was in a wife beater, suspenders and the huge red pants and boots as he partied with his friends.

He was walking around, holding his crotch and acting like a frat boy, as he does, and you were loose, giving people lapdances while staring at Chris. The energy was on a thousand as the night ended.

You announced that you were changing while Scott and his boyfriend waited for you. You, them, and Chris were the last four people in his house.

“Do me a favor. Both of you walk your asses to the kitchen and drink at least 12 ounces of water before we leave. I want to see you start sobering up, now.”

“I’m not too wasted, Scotty. My dick is still hard.”

Chris grabbed himself through the red velvet and you giggled as he followed you into the kitchen to get some bottles of water.

Chris watched your mouth wrap around the water bottle.

“Fuck! I want those lips around my cock.”

He practically yelled it as you sputtered your water and coughed.

“What?”

Chris was staring at you.

“What?” He looked at you questioningly. “Oh shit, did I say that out loud?”

The door closed in the living room and you went to see that Scott and his guy were gone.

“Yes, you practically yelled it, and now Scott thinks we’re trying to get busy!”

You went to the door to see Scott’s taillights.

“There goes my ride.”

You stepped to Chris and glared up at him, hands on your bare hips.

“Fuck you Chris, you better get me an Uber!”

Your finger was in his face and Chris stared at you.

“Yes, and no.”

His voice was extra deep and menacing.

“What the hell?”

“I’ll take you up on the first and say no to the second. I’d fuck you in a minute, and I don’t want you to leave.”

Chris stepped to you.

“You feel the same, yeah?”

You tried to step back, but Chris followed you.

“You’re being ridiculous, Christopher.”

You crossed your arms and cocked your hip, not realizing that it enhanced your curves. Chris looked down and licked those cherry red lips. He caught you staring and gave you a sexy side smile.

“Am I? See something you like, Beautiful?”

Your eyes met his and that was a mistake. He saw the emotion in yours and you felt like jello as his deep voice began to rumble through you.

“You want a Daddy to fuck you hard and rough and deep, in all your holes? Did I hear you right?”

He was closer than close now, and your hands were on his chest now, your brain telling you to push him away, but your pussy making you feel up his pecs. You shook your head no.

“A thick Daddy.”

Chris looked up at the ceiling.

“Ohhhh. A thick Daddy.”

You stared at his Adam's apple and wanted to suck it. Chris took one of your hands in his and brought it down to his crotch. Your eyes widened and you gasped as you held his hard, throbbing length.

“That thick enough?”

You whimpered as Chris’s mouth crashed on yours. The kiss was intense, and your mouth was claimed by one of your best friends. Your mind emptied of all thought as Chris’s hands went everywhere on your body, everywhere his eyes had been all night.

“Do you want this?”

You didn’t expect Chris to pull away, but he did, needing to verify your want before he let years of anticipation loose.

“Absolutely.”

Your smile was upside down as Chris threw you over your shoulder and took you back into his bedroom. You were thrown on the bed as Chris reached for his suspenders and disrobed down to his boxer briefs. You licked your lips at the story his stiff cock was telling through his garments and unconsciously let your legs fall open.

Chris fell to his knees and immediately pushed his nose into you, sniffing and giving your pussy pecks through the sequined material.

“Good god, I’ve wanted this forever,” Chris told you as his hands moved up your legs to your thighs, to grasp the crotch of your outfit and tear it.

“Hey!”

“I need to determine if you’re a good girl or not. I’ll get you another outfit, if you want one.”

You leaned up to watch Chris start to devour your cunt with that mouth, tongue collecting your liquid and mouth slurping; it was like a dehydrated man drinking from a fountain.

All the while he kept eye contact until you couldn’t do it anymore. You grabbed his hair, threw your head back, closed your eyes, and moaned as you came into his mouth. Chris brought his thick fingers up to fuck you through it and the prolonged orgasm knocked your flat on your back.

“Mmmmmm. A very, very, very, very, good girl you are.”

You opened your eyes to the sensation of the head of Chris’s cock at your entrance as he tore the rest of your outfit off you. He grabbed your breasts as he slid slowly inside your generous wetness, your face a silent, erotic scream at the stretch.

“Looks like it’s thick enough. Good. Girl. Good fucking girl.”

Chris rolled your nipples and you arched into his hands as he rotated his hips, then slowly pulled out and then in again, fucking you thouroughly, deeply, but slowly.

“Ohhhhhhh. Shit. Dadddyyyyy!!!”

You started gasping for breath at the sensations you were feeling.

“That’s it. Only ever imagined that face as I gave you this cock. Fuck. Reality is so much better than my mind and hand. So fucking tight for me. Taking me so well.”

Chris looked down at your cunt clenching down around him, and the cream you were giving him.

“Suchhhh a fucking good girl.”

He looked back up again.

“And those tits.”

He started pounding even harder and your tits started bouncing.

Your only response was his name.

“Chris!”

“Oh my god this is heaven.”

When his thumb went to flick your clit, was when you lost it all around him again. Chris held your hips and continued to fuck you deep and hard through your orgasm. He held on as you shuddered around him, eyes dilated, and mouth open. You pulsed again as he spit on your clit and rubbed it into your sensitive flesh. He looked up at you. Those blues were piercing.

“Mine.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Shhhhiittttt!”

Chris’s eyes rolled and his rhythm sped up a bit as he almost lost control at your words but he stopped and gathered himself together, letting you both feel the pounding of your cock together. Then he pulled out. He twisted your nipple with one hand and stroked his wet dick with another.

“You are so fucking hot. This cock is ruined for you.”

His voice was so sweet.

“Let me suck my juices off, Daddy.”

Chris’s eyes went wide and his hand seemed to blur as he stroked his cock faster. He twisted your nipple hard, then smacked it.

“No, fuck…. Shit…. no, I’d cum down your throat…”

You had him out of control as you sat up.

“If you want to, Daddy.”

You licked your lips in front of him, but you didn’t move, just stared up with those eyes.

“Holy shit, I want to, fuckkkk, I really wanna, but I’m gonna finish inside you tonight. Turn the fuck around, lemme see that ass. Gotta get a condom…”

“No you don't, Daddy. I have an IUD.”

Chris growled.

“Fucking perfect… on your knees.”

“So goddam beautiful…”

You presented your ass to him and his throbbing member was quickly at your entrance. He sank inside you to the hilt, then grabbed your hair. He leaned down to your ear.

“You like it rough?”

“Yes, Daddy!”

“Hang on.”

Chris drew back, almost completely out of you, then, he starting fucking you. Hard. Deep. Thorough. It was everything you wanted and needed.

“Oh myyyy….Gooood Godddddd!”

You were cumming almost immediately and Chris slapped your ass.

“Shit, this feels so…Ummmmmmm! I can’t…. I can’t stop now.”

He started getting sloppy and you knew he was right there with you.

But you had to ask.

“Can I cum, Daddy???”

Your whiny baby voice pushed him over the edge.

“Absofuckinglutely. My good fucking girllllll!”

Chris emptied so much cum into you that it started leaking out and down your legs as you collapsed on the bed, Chris still inside you. You were still shaking and vibrating as he held you tight, kissing the back of your neck.

“Shit, Chris…”

You couldn’t stop trembling. He held you tighter and pulled the comforter over both of you, half unmaking the bed.

“I know, darlin’. So so good. Damn. Why haven’t we done this sooner?”

He really couldn’t think of a good reason.

“Friendship…”

You were slipping over the edge of consciousness.

“Oh yeah, that. Yeah. Don’t wanna be your friend anymore. You gotta be my girl...”

Chris’s voice was sleepy too.

“Haha….you’re funny…”

You giggled and fell asleep, listening to Chris snore as he softened inside you.

The next morning, you woke up, sunlight slicing through your eyelids and your head. You groaned and rolled over, immediately realizing what happened. You looked around for Chris, who was gone.

You gingerly got up and went to the bathroom, starting the shower to get cleaned up. You were dreading facing him. He was probably just waiting for you to be done to call the Uber.

When you stepped out of the bathroom, he was there, handing you a robe, some aspirin, and some water.

He kissed you on the forehead.

“Merry Christmas!”

You were reticent and replied a subdued “Merry Christmas” in return.

He sighed and shook his head, smiling at you.

“Don’t even overthink it. Yes, we did that, and yes, I said that.”

Chris raised his eyebrow at you.

“Now are you ready to stop fucking around and do this thing?”

You sipped your water and pretended to think as you took the aspirin.

“Well it is Christmas. And it seems my wish has come true.”

You smiled wide and Chris let out a breath.

“Good. Now let me cross that wand off your list. No need for that ever again.”

“That remains to be seen.”

“Well then, be a good girl and don’t close your eyes.”

Chris grabbed the tie of your robe and led you back into the shower.

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layla4567 · 1 year

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Imagine with Quicksilver/Peter Maximoff

Summary: You are a mutant with the power to grow plants, flowers or roots. Basically you manipulate nature at will. You always seemed to be on your own and didn't hang out with many people, but a certain boy with silver hair caught your eye. Too much

Warning: None, just cheesy love :)

I was in the school yard trying to find a good place to study quietly. It was supposed to be free time but I took the opportunity to review some notes in my notebook, so with my books in my arms hugging them I went downstairs and headed somewhere under the trees, but unfortunately my favorite place was taken by Jean and Scott. It was a hundred-year-old cherry tree with beautiful pink flowers that fell to the ground in a showy carpet of petals. I didn't want to bother them even though they were my friends, so I tried to look for other empty trees that are far from people, I can't concentrate if I have people around me talking loudly. Sick of not finding a good spot and inwardly cursing my bad luck, I leaned my back against the outer wall on the west side of the school and sat like a Buddha.

I was quite hidden from the other students thanks to the massive walls of the mansion. In front of me there were more trees that expanded in a forest and nobody near me. Perfect I thought, I enjoyed my solitude even though not many understood it. It's not that I don't like to be with someone, but from time to time I needed some alone time with myself.

I was reading my history notes when in the distance I heard Peter's shrill laugh. He was a few meters away from me but I had good acute hearing. Of course he couldn't see me since I was hidden behind the wall, but I could see him. Slowly I got up and stuck my head out a bit to spy on him. His back was to me and he was talking to a blonde girl, I don't know what they were talking about but it must have been something very funny because they were both laughing heartily.

I felt my cheeks burn and frowned, Peter was on his hips while that blonde played with her hair and looked at him smiling. It's been a while since I had mixed feelings with Maximoff, was it love? no, no, impossible. I pushed that silly idea out of my head. How could I like Peter? He was a hyperactive idiot who likes to run fast and can't sit still, as well as playing practical jokes. Oh but when he smiles.. It's like the day is brighter or the sun shines brighter with diamond intensity, and those cute dimples on the side of his cheeks make him look adorable...! No! Stop __! I can't fall for his charms, not now!

While trying to get those thoughts out of my head, I noticed how the girl was getting closer and closer to him. Alarmed, I slightly extended my hand towards where the two of them were and concentrated on the vibrations of the earth to extract roots from it. I slowly raised them until they reached Peter's wrist which now rested on the side of his hip. I mentally ordered them to hold on to his hand firmly but without hurting him and with a downward yank with my clenched fist I sent Maximoff sprawling to the ground.

The boy was so focused on talking and everything happened so fast that he didn't feel anything and when he wanted to realize it he was already lying on the ground with his hands resting on the grass so as not to break his jaw

"What the fu-" -He exclaimed in surprise as he looked everywhere trying to figure out what happened.

All he saw was people cracking up, including the blonde girl he was talking to, except for a brown head poking out of the corner of the school walls.

Annoyed, he jumped to his feet and said addressing Laura, the girl he was talking to

"Excuse me for a second, I have unfinished business"- He said smiling and then with a buzz he ran away and disappeared from where he was.

¡Oh no he saw me I'm sure he saw me damn! I thought. I was wondering fearfully where he had gone when I turned around and the notebooks I still had in my arms fell from fright.

"AHH PETER!! ¡Don't do that!"- I yelled closing my eyes and covering my face

The sprinter had stopped right in front of me looking at me funny and with crossed arms

"I could tell you the same. Since when do you humiliate handsome guys in front of everyone?"

I rolled my eyes in frustration, now I would have to put up with his sermons camouflaged as immature flirtations.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about"- I bent down to pick up my books but he was faster

"Don't play dumb __, I don't know any other student who can do what you do, which by the way is a very nice superpower"- He handed me the books with a sly smile, the one I knew so well and that made me blush.

"T-thank you.."

The only thing I could do was mumble a thank you, trying to hide my face with my hair so that my blushing would not show.

"Also, I know you're dying for me, or do you think I don't realize how you look at me sometimes in class? But don't worry, your secret is safe with me"- He winked

I opened my eyes in surprise and sighed annoyed to turn around, but as soon as I took a step forward, Peter came back in front of me at the speed of light, making my hair fly a little because of the speed and the wind.

I was startled a little and closed my eyes angrily

"Stop it Maximoff, you stress me out"- When I opened my eyes, he was still standing with that stupid smile that I loved and hated at the same time, it seemed that he liked to make me angry.

´"Ugh don't call me Maximoff, you sound like my mom"- then he made a disgusted face that made me laugh

"Aww see? You really love me"- and he pointed a finger towards my face touching my cheek while pouting

I quickly removed his finger while I kept smiling sideways

"Ok, enough of the talk, I need to study, so if you don't have anything else to say, go away."

"Whoa whoa ok the cat is sticking out its claws, well I won't bother you anymore if that's what you want"

"Thanks"- I slid back down the wall to sit down again while my eyes were focused on my handwriting.

Peter was already turning to leave when he quickly turns to me and yells at me.

"Jealousy!"- And he disappeared as if he had teleported away before I could hit him.

"Peter Maximoff!!"- I yelled but it was useless, I yelled into the air because he had already left

I went back to concentrating on reading as best I could but I was still upset, he always seemed to get his way. Jealous, me? yes of course.. I laughed ironically

but not even 30 seconds had passed when suddenly I felt something warm on my cheek, it was a quick soft touch as if someone had kissed me..

..Peter...

I couldn't help but smile tenderly at that display of affection. Damn dumbass and adorable Pet, I couldn't get mad at him. Even with a smile on my lips, I continued reading in silence.

"Hey did you see that?"

"See what? oh wait I know don't tell me let me guess, Peter and __ bothering again, right?"

"Bingo! I don't know when they're going to take the first step, it's obvious that they like each other"- Said Jean biting into an apple

"Leave them, they love each other in their own way"- Scott said as he played with a stone, throwing it into the air to catch it again.

"Oh you mean Peter talking to girls and __ getting jealous while hitting him with her magical roots?"

They both burst out laughing imagining the scene.

"Yep, so romantic"- He laughed

And so they both stayed laughing under the cherry tree and looking at the two almost lovebirds, each one in a corner of the yard.

_ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _

i know, i know i said I wouldn't do this again but guess what? I have a lot of free time and wattpad one shots tempt me

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greenxgloss · 19 days

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Dating Gabriel (NSFW)

Tags: @romanroyapoligist @nevvdrinksteaaa @444rockstargf @wildathevrt

A/N:idk i just decided to put SOMETHING out while my writers block is kicking me in the ass and i rewatched Gabriel.

you hate how much he smokes despite smoking with him sometimes

you smoke to bond with him

he’s overprotective of you

you encourage his stims and repeat them to make him comfortable (clean machine, cheese from Belize)

he works in his favourite restaurant in New York and keeps a strict schedule to avoid overwhelming himself but takes days off every once in a while to just spend the whole day with you

he loves cooking for you but cannot cook for the life of him

he is soooo persistent about making sure you clean any cuts you have even if they’re minor paper cuts

he’s not super sexual. doesn’t have a huge sex drive

it’s rare when he wants to have crazy sex, usually, he prefers being sensual and in his words, taking all of you in and making you feel completely loved and appreciated when having sex

it’s easy for him to feel taken advantage of with sex so you don’t push him to try new things often

he loves rom-coms and mysteries

he ADORES soft indie romance like Laith Ross and Quinnie as well as sometimes enjoying rock music but he’ll often listen to alternative music the most when he’s having an episode

he loves making crafts with you and having more intimate dates where you just make things together

he’s always making sure you’ve eaten and had enough water

though he doesn’t like being with his family he LOVESSS bragging about you to them

you have a cat together OF COURSE

he doesn’t want kids out of fear of not being good enough even though you know he’d be a wonderful father

you cuddle him to sleep because he can't sleep without it

being tied to the hip, the two of you

reading to him sometimes before bed

A/N: okay now i gotta go the fuck to sleep cuz i work in like 3 hours

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embodyingchaos · 9 months

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(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) michael cera masterlist

last updated: 29th september, 2023 newest: on-set, off-set (m. cera x actor!fem!reader!)

rules for requesting: ✮ disclaimer: i do not do smut, i can do dark themes such as stalking, etc. requests are open.

scott pilgrim(scott pilgrim vs. the world) - none yet. allan(barbie) - none yet. evan(superbad) - none yet. george michael bluth(arrested development) - none yet. michael cera(this is the end) - none yet. paulie bleeker(juno) - none yet. michael cera on-set, off-set genre: michael cera x actor!fem!reader, fluff, established relationship warnings: none, just goofyness, BUT THIS IS VERY UNEDITED synopsis: a small look at michael and y/n on working together for the barbie movie.

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honey-minded-hivemind · 2 months

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Yandere X men and Brotherhood and tot reader who was made using all of their DNA (making them their shared sibling)

Ohoho! THAT is going to cause a LOT of fighting! But... it MAY just bring them all together- Let's try it:

They dealt with crazy every week.

They dealt with Sentinels, dealt with Magneto and the Professor and their weird relationship, even dealt with anti-mutant jerks.

They didn't know how to deal with a toddler who somehow shared all their DNA.

"How... how is that even possible?" Scott asks, taking a seat like he's about to faint.

"When did anyone get all of our DNA? Who took it, the government?" Lance snorts, pacing.

"Well, seems like the little dawg is related tos all of us, so... which one of us gets to keep 'em?" Toad chips in.

"..."

"Well, obviously not you!" Kitty says. "They'd be better off with us!"

"Yeah! Ve're great vith kids!" Kurt adds, picking up the tiny tot, who happily hits his arm.

"Why should y'all get to keep 'em? You already have plenty of team members," Fred mumbles. Todd hops up onto his shoulder, then snags the tot with his tongue, depositing them in his arms.

"Ew! Keep your slimy hands off of them!" Rogue hisses, going over and trying to grab the toddler back.

"Toad. Hand them to me," Wanda orders, butting in and stepping on several feet to get there.

"Why should they be with you? We're cooler," Evan calls out from by the window, only to almost be knocked over by Pietro, who speeds around the room.

"HA, in your dreams, Daniels! Obviously WE are cooler!" Pietro chortles.

The room soon devolves into shouts and yelling as the teens argue over who gets to keep their new sibling, soon forgetting that the little tyke is still in there with them... Until-

"Baaaaaaaaah!"

The tot starts crying, loud enough that the nearest mutants cover their ears in pain.

"Shhh, shhhh, sweetie, it's okay," Rogue says, quickly powering through the discomfort and picking up the crying toddler.

"Hey, it's okay, little rock," Lance tries, soon rubbing their back as they start calming down.

"Yes, please stop crying, vittle one. You can even pet me! Yes, pet the fluffy kitty, right?" Kurt adds, and soon the various teenagers are crowding them, promising to stop fighting and to do whatever the tiny tot wants, apologizing for making them upset.

"Guys..." Scott starts. The others turn to look at him. "I think... that Reader just united our teams."

"Holy Mother of Rocks... You're right," Lance gasps quietly.

The teens look at their tater tot, who's happily playing with Kurt's tail and Toad's webbed hand. It doesn't take them any longer to call a truce, and to set up a schedule so they all get to spend time with their little sibling.

What they didn't know was that the adults were listening in from the next room over, and making their own plans to hang out with their new child...

Who knew such a little tot could unite the two bickering teams for good?

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apollosdaydreams · 7 months

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Cooties

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Reader age: 8

Chris and Scott in this are college students

Summary: When you got home from school you told your brothers Chris and Scott Evans that you held hands with a boy, maybe that was a mistake.

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You were gleaming with joy. Hopping with every step. As you walked off the bus. While walking up your driveway with a skip and humming some random tune you couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face. You opened the door and put your backpack on the coat hook. You sat down on the floor with a small *thump* and quickly pulled off your shoes and put them in the cubbie. You then quickly stood up and ran into the kitchen where your brother, Chris and Scott, or more commonly known as Cwissy and Scotty to you. They were home for their college spring break. With Chris being in his junior year and Scott being in his freshman year. They were sitting at the kitchen island on some bar stools. You swiftly walked past Chris with the biggest smile on your face. Chris looked up at Scott with pure confusion written on his face, trying to find answers. All Scott could do was shrug his shoulders. Having no clue what made their sister so bubbly after school.

“What’s got you so happy, peanut?” Chris asked you while rubbing his hand over your head.

You quickly glared at him, being upset that he had now messed up your hair. When you walked over to the counter.

“Nothing.” You mumbled while grabbing a piece of bread and putting it in the toaster.

“I’m pretty sure it’s not nothing honey.” Scott has now spoken up.

Before you could say anything you felt your brother's arm quickly wrap around your waist and pulled you on to his lap.

“Cwissy!!” You wacked his arm. “You are annoying.” You said with a pout while crossing your arms over your chest.

“I know, I know, I’m so annoying.” He said sarcastically. “As I’m soooo annoying I’m not letting you go until you tell him what’s gotten you in such a happy mood.” He said.

You quickly shook your head side to side.

“Never!!” You told him.

“I guess I’ll have to bring out the tickle monster!!” Chris said. Scott couldn’t hold back his laughter.

You quickly tried getting away from your brother, the tickle monster. Your giggle filled the room. You were laughing way too much to think.

“I held hands with a boy!!” You giggled out. Chris stopped abruptly.

“You what?” You asked out of shock. Scott now standing on the other side of the counter with pure shock written all over him.

“Nothing.” You quickly said.

“You held hands with a boy?” He asked, almost in tears. That his baby sister was growing up.

Again before you could say anything he quickly brought you over to the sink. Your toast is long forgotten at this point.

“Cooties! Chris yelled. While turning on the water and starting to clean off your hands. Scott quickly walked over and started to help wash the cooties off of you. Everyone was laughing now, Chris and Scott tried to soak in this moment of their baby sister. As soon as she wasn’t going to be a baby anymore, but no matter what, y/n would always be their baby sister, and y/n would always need her two older brothers.

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happy74827 · 5 months

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Lucas Lee x reader fluff✨️ I'm sad there isn't a lot of fanfics of this himbo..

Tough Guy

[Lucas Lee x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: When Lucas Lee confronts you and a friend on set, things take a turn for the worst.

WC: 1894

Category: Fluff, Protective!Lucas

Honestly, I’m sad there’s not a lot of fanfics with any of the exes. Gideon seems to be the most popular out of the bunch, but even then he’s still low and the other 6 deserve a lot more hype.

But, anyway, this anon was so real for requesting Lucas because I absolutely adore him (the series did him SO RIGHT). So, hopefully, I did him right here too :)

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“Hey, Bucko!”

You turned around at the sound of that voice. It was loud and obnoxious, as usual, but you could never help but grin when you heard it.

That was, after all, the voice of Lucas Lee.

Lucas Lee was your current colleague on set. He was in the big leagues, an A-lister, a celebrity. The two of you had only just met a few weeks ago, and since then, you had both taken quite a shine to one another.

It wasn't surprising to you. You have always had a way with people, especially famous ones. Maybe it was your personality. Or maybe you were just so used to them by now that nothing fazed you anymore. You were currently on set for a new movie, and you had already worked on two other movies and one TV series with big names before this.

But Lucas Lee? Oh, he was different.

Maybe it was because you were the same age. Maybe it was the fact that he had such an easygoing personality.

Maybe it was how hot he was.

Yeah, he was totally hot. You didn't like to admit that. It was embarrassing and cliché and unprofessional and-

No, who were you kidding? You totally thought Lucas Lee was hot.

It was hard not to, really. The way he smiled, the way he talked, the way his eyes seemed to be laughing even when his mouth was. Not to mention, the boy was tall and buff as hell. You had no idea what kind of workouts he did, but they were definitely paying off.

You were so engrossed in your thoughts you didn’t realize how he stormed over to you and your friend until he was standing right in front of you, hands on his hips.

"Um, hi," you said, smiling shyly at him.

He didn’t bat an eye towards you. Instead, he looked down at your friend. "Is there… a problem here?" he asked.

It was then you noticed his posture, how he was practically towering over your friend, who was now shrinking back, trying to look small.

You frowned.

What was going on?

"Well, I-" your friend started, but he was immediately cut off.

"Listen, dude, I'm a professional, you know," Lucas said, a dangerous tone to his voice. "I've been doing this for years, and I don't appreciate a little no-name rookie trying to hammer down on my girl like that."

"Wait, what?" you said.

"Your... girl?" your friend said.

You and your friend glanced at each other before looking back up at Lucas, confused.

Lucas, though, didn't seem to notice the looks on your faces or how you had spoken.

“You don't think I know your type? Harassment. That's what it is. Harassment pure and simple. And it's not gonna fly, you hear me? You've been warned."

You looked at him, your eyes wide, and your mouth open, too, but nothing came out. You had no idea what the hell was going on.

And then, you watched as your friend took a step forward. "Wait a second, dude. I wasn't harassing her," he said. "She's my friend, I was just helping rehearse some of her lines—”

Lucas interrupted him. "You were touching her arm."

"I was just—"

"And she was looking down."

"Yeah, but—"

"She was obviously uncomfortable!"

“Actually, I wasn’t…” You tried to say something, but no one heard you.

"Dude, she wasn't looking down. She was looking at the script!"

"So, what? Are you calling her a liar?"

Lucas was glaring at your friend. His expression was fierce, and his muscles were tense, his fists balled up tightly. He looked like he was ready to punch someone. It was a scary sight, to say the least.

You could feel the tension in the air, and your stomach twisted in knots. This wasn’t good.

Your friend, though, didn't back down. He stood up straighter, looking Lucas in the eyes.

"I'm not calling anyone a liar," he said calmly. "I'm just saying that maybe you should check your facts before you accuse someone."

Lucas growled.

"Listen, punk," he said, jabbing a finger into the other man's chest. "I have a reputation to uphold, you know. People rely on me. I've got fans. I can't afford to let people like you ruin things for me. So, why don't you just take a hike, alright?"

"What are you gonna do if I don't?" your friend challenged, and your stomach sank.

Shit.

"Guys, come on. Let's just—"

"What did you just say to me?"

You knew Lucas had a temper; you’ve seen it once before on set—valid reasons, of course. You understood where it came from, and you understood his passion for what he did. But still, his temper was scary, and it didn’t help to notice he was even angrier than usual now.

"Lucas, listen," you started, placing a hand on his shoulder. "He didn't mean it like—"

You gasped as Lucas shoved your friend hard.

"Lucas!"

The shove made your friend fall back, landing on his butt. It was quite ironic, really, considering his height. He wasn’t small by any means, and yet Lucas had just made him look like a small child.

Still, it was a sight you were not happy to see.

"What are you doing?!” You practically screamed at him. “Are you insane?!"

"Stay out of this," he said, not taking his eyes off of your friend. "This is about honor. Respect.”

“Respect… I— What?!” You sputtered, completely baffled.

Your friend had gotten to his feet, looking absolutely pissed. He took a step forward, glaring daggers at Lucas.

"You're gonna pay for that, you bastard!" he spat, and Lucas smirked.

"Yeah, I'd like to see you try."

“Alright, enough! That's it!"

You stepped in between the two men, blocking them from each other's view. Your arms were spread wide, and your eyes were darting between the two.

"Both of you are being idiots!" you yelled. "Lucas, why are you acting like a caveman? And you, I can't believe you're stooping to his level!"

"I'm the idiot? What about him?" your friend pointed an accusatory finger at Lucas. "He's the one who started this whole thing."

"Oh, sure, blame me, why don't ya," Lucas sneered.

"Both of you, shut up!"

They both turned their attention to you.

"Look," you said, sighing. "I'm sorry, but this is completely ridiculous. Lucas, why did you even go after him? What was that about?"

"Yeah, why'd you do that?" your friend echoed, a smug look on his face.

Lucas huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

"It's none of your business."

"Yes, it is," you argued. "You attacked my friend, Lucas."

"I wasn't attacking anyone. I was just defending your honor."

"Honor?"

Your friend scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Right. That's the lamest excuse I've ever heard."

Lucas glowered at him. "Watch it, buddy. I'll deck you again."

"You wouldn't dare."

"Try me."

"GUYS!"

Both men stopped, turning to look at you.

You glared at the both of them.

"You," you pointed at Lucas. "Need to learn how to keep your cool. This was totally uncalled for. And you," you pointed at your friend. "You need to learn how to walk away from an argument. You're not a little kid. Don't let him bait you like that. Okay?"

You waited for them to answer, but neither of them spoke. They just kept looking at you.

Finally, Lucas was the first to speak.

"Okay," he mumbled, his voice low.

"Yeah, whatever," your friend replied.

You let out a sigh and placed a hand on your hip.

"Good," you said. "Now, Lucas, can you explain to us why you went after my friend?"

You saw his hesitation. He was shifting his weight from foot to foot, and his hands were balled up in tight fists.

"Well..."

You raised an eyebrow at him. "Well?"

He looked at the ground, kicking his foot against the floor. The skateboarder in him was showing, you noted.

“I was over there, drinking my coffee, and I heard what you were talking about, and I thought you looked uncomfortable, and I... I guess I just lost my cool, alright?"

Your friend looked at him, confused.

"Wait, you were eavesdropping on us?"

"I wasn't eavesdropping!"

"That sounds like eavesdropping to me."

"You little-"

"Lucas, stop," you snapped, and the blond stopped, glaring daggers at your friend.

Your friend just rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, dude," he said, shaking his head.

"Lucas, look," you said, placing a hand on his shoulder and rubbing it soothingly. He seemed to relax under your touch, and you felt a surge of pride.

"I appreciate you standing up for me," you continued. "But you can't do stuff like this. Okay? It's not right. You could get in trouble or, worse, fired."

He scoffed at that but nodded. "Yeah, right," he said.

"I'm serious," you said. "If something like this happened, you could be kicked off the project. And then what would we do? Who'd play the lead role with me?”

He didn’t say anything. He just looked at you, his blue eyes boring into yours. There was something unreadable in them, and it made you nervous.

"Lucas?"

He sighed and looked away. "I know, I know," he said. "I'm sorry."

"Promise me you won't do anything like this again."

"I promise."

You smiled and patted his shoulder.

"Good."

"What about me?" your friend piped up. "Am I free to go now?"

"Yeah, whatever," Lucas waved him off.

Your friend glared at him.

"Whatever," he mocked and turned on his heel, leaving the two of you alone.

Lucas watched him go before turning his attention back to you. His blue eyes were bright, and his lips were curled in a small smile.

"I'm totally hotter than him anyway. No competition," he said, his voice low and husky. It made you chuckle.

“Well, that's debatable," you replied, giving him a sly wink.

"Maybe a black eye would fix that," his tone gave it away that it was a joke, but his body language said otherwise. He was tense, and his knuckles were white.

"Lucas," you warned.

He held up his hands in defense.

"I'm joking, I'm joking," he said. "Don't worry. I'll leave the guy alone."

"Good."

"In my defense, it really did look like he was bothering you. I wasn't totally crazy."

You laughed. "No, you were. Totally crazy. You know, they say you're the cool, collected, bad boy of the big screen, but I don't know. You're more like the hotheaded, passionate, and protective bad boy of the big screen. Or even the small screen. Whatever the case, you're not exactly what the media paints you to be."

Lucas shrugged.

"It's the same old, same old," he said. "People always seem to be so fascinated with me. I can't blame em', really. I'm a pretty interesting guy."

"Oh, yes, definitely. The most interesting man in the world."

"See? You know it."

The two of you laughed, and the tension that had been hanging in the air was now gone.

You were glad. It had been an awkward moment, for sure, and you would have to make sure your friend didn’t sue Lucas since that could get the production on halt or even canceled. But it was over now, and all was well.

For now, at least.

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chrisevansonly · 1 year

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Wesley’s First Word (little duck au)

pairing: chris evans x momma evans x wesley scott

summary: well Wes has finally said his first word, I wonder what it could be?

warnings: none :)

a/n: wesley is finally starting to blabber more sounds and he can finally say a word, so why not blurb it🥰

Wesley was now about 8 1/2 months old and getting more and more animated by the second, he was so curious and such a funny little character, getting to see his personality as he grew something you and Chris were loving getting to experience.

Arlie was out with Nana Lisa for the day, they were having a spa day which also gave you and Chris a chance to relax and spend some extra time with Wes for a few hours. You let Chris sleep in and got Wes up making some pancakes and cutting up some fruit for him to eat, a smile on his face as he watched you move about the kitchen

“my handsome boy, is that good?”

He babbled back some nonsense and you smiled leaning down to press some kisses across his face

“oh yeah? wow, well tell me how you really feel this morning buddy”

“dada!!”

In an instant you froze eyes widening as your brain tried to decipher if you’d just heard Wes say his first word or not

“Wes what did you say baby? Did you say dada?”

“dada! dada!”

“oh my god..”

You smiled letting out a little noise of excitement before pressing kisses all across his face yet again, Wesley letting out giggles

“Oh my love, daddy’s gonna be so happy!!”

“Why’s that?”

Chris had walked into the kitchen, hair dishevelled, eyes tired yet loving as he came over to press a kiss to your lips

“Morning honey”

“Morning baby, I was just saying you’d be so happy because-”

Before you could tell Chris anything Wesley beat you to it

“Dada, dada!!”

You watched as Chris froze before smiling, you could see his eyes glass over a little just as you’d expected because when Arlie said her first words, albeit them being “mama” he cried for 45 minutes over it

“Yeah buddy that’s me!”

Wesley clapped his hands chanting ‘dada’ over and over as Chris picked him up out of his chair, pressing a kiss to his cheeks before holding him to his chest

“He said his first words baby…”

You came over to rest your head on his shoulder admiring your two favourite boys

“He did my love, guess we know who his favourite person is”

That earned a big laugh from Chris as he shook his head pressing a kiss to your temple

“Well i’ll take it, just remember he’ll wake me up 6 times a night now chanting dada as opposed to Arlie chanting mama now”

Nodding you chuckled reaching a finger out to swipe a bit of hair back out of Wes’s face, a yawn escaping his lips, you knew it was almost time for his mid morning nap but you weren’t ready to let go of Chris and your little boy just yet. Wesley had said his first word and though Chris had gotten a bit emotional you knew after he put Wes down for a nap, he’d be coming to find you to really let it out, and you’d be there for him, as long as he needed.

Chris really was the definition of worlds best father.

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hauntedwitch04 · 2 years

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Liars (but I love you)

Chris Evans x reader

Words: about 1.1k words

Warning: none, just tooth-rotting fluff

Request: The requests is about, the reader and chris on a sunday roast and tell the family of chris that they are engaged -> by @maximeevansblog (inspired by this post of Chris Evans

Author's note: Hi! I’m so sorry that took that long darling, but as I said before I manage only now to write something. Not my best work but I hope you like it! Have a good day!

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The car pulls into the driveway and you feel your anxiety rise even higher than before. Your right hand plays with the ring present on the ring finger of your left hand. You feel Chris's hand rest on yours, trying to quell a little of the anxiety that is now growing more intense by the second.

"Hey, don't worry I'm sure they'll be more than happy, in fact I'm afraid you've gotten yourself into quite a mess by tying yourself to this family." He says with a smirk and you can't help but laugh.

"Finally that grin I like so much is back. Now how about we go inside because according to my calculations in less than a minute we'll be run over by the kids." You still laugh at his words and sniffle. So he gets out of the car and walks around to come open your door.

"Ready?" He asks you one last time, and you nod and together you walk toward the entrance.

As soon as you knock, immediately the door opens and out pops an excited Scott who hugs you as if he hasn't seen you in ages when in fact it's only been a couple of days.

You hug him back with equal joy as he whispers in your ear, "Thank God you have arrived, I couldn't have stood another minute with those little buggers." He says pointing to the grandchildren behind you who are jumping with joy to see you. Dodger has already run over to greet them all, leaving the children for last, playing a little with them. You bend down to greet them one by one as they happily tell you in full detail what has happened since you last saw each other. The anxiety you felt a moment before has disappeared, giving way only to the love you feel for each member of this family.

Chris meanwhile brings the food you brought to the kitchen with Scott's help. Once the food is placed on the table, he greets his mom and dad and then greets his sisters and their respective husbands.

"She's really good Y/N/N with the kids." Scott finally says after all those greetings, as with a beer in hand he stops to look at what's going on in the lobby.

Chris turns and can't help but smile at the sight, and nods at his brother's words.

"When are you going to decide to propose Chris? If you wait any longer it will end up that I won't see your wedding." His mother says jokingly, as all four children shout in unison, "Mom!"

"Please Mom don't say such things, you know we would never survive without you. " Scott says, hugging her.

"But is it because you didn't find the ring? Because I'd rather lend you mine if you do it today." Says Carly laughing as she takes off her ring.

Chrsi chuckles as she runs a hand over her neck, and nods his head no. The image of the ring on your finger becomes sharp in your mind. It took months to find the right one, and just one night when he couldn't sleep, while he was making a movie away from home he had set out to walk around town. He had found a jewelry store open, and caught up in the boredom he went in and saw it there: the perfect ring. He decided he wouldn't find another ring like that anywhere, so he took it. When he came home he put it in his drawer, of the nightstand beside his bed and there he waited a few weeks, before the fateful proposal that you had not been slow to accept.

You shake your head and chuckle again, returning to reality.

"No, thank you I have the ring, what I haven't found yet is the right time." Chris continues.

"You don't need the right time, every time is right for these things, because it's really the question that makes it perfect." Says Shanna, as her husband hugs her.

"I always knew you were the wisest among us, sister." Scott says, laughing as she punches him lightly on the shoulder.

Lisa on the contrary watched her older son carefully in silence, and like all mothers felt she was holding something back. Chris meanwhile, somewhat satisfied with his performance, looks forward to nothing more than the moment when the others will see the ring and figure out their game.

This did not happen until after almost the entire dinner. All the adults were still sitting at the table, eating the last pieces of dessert, while the children had long since abandoned that place in search of more fun places or where they could play freely.

Chris and Y/N's hands were intertwined on the table as he discussed the latest topics of politics with his father, while he was asking his mother for the recipe of the delicious cake they had just eaten, when Scott let out a scream.

"You! You lying bastard who dares to call yourself my brother, how could you lie to me!" Scott says with his usual dramatic manner as he points to your hands. The other people don't immediately understand what he is saying, until giggling you pull up your left hand showing everyone the ring.

For a couple of seconds everyone stands in wide-eyed silence as they shift their eyes from you to Chris, and for a moment your heart stops. Then a roar erupts and everyone starts jumping and screaming.

"I knew it, I knew it! You were never too good at lying son, especially to me." His mother says happily as she hugs us.

"I am so happy for you. If he hadn't proposed by tonight I would have done it for him honey!" Carly continues, imitating her mother.

"You're both liars, but I love you anyway. And Chris know that if you don't name me now as your best man I'm going to set fire to the comic book collection in your room." Scott shouts, hugging us too, as I point my finger menacingly at your future husband.

The children hearing all that noise come into the kitchen to ask you what is going on so you explain it to them and they too join everyone's joyful dance of the fact that you are officially entering the family.

Maybe as you said you are putting yourself in a mess by tying yourself to this family, but you can't help but think it is the best mess of your life.

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