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In Living Color

Chapter 14

Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Pixar Animator OFC Natalie Marton

Word Count: 6,550

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

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Warnings: 18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI. Strong sexual content.

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November 10th, 2021

A soft clack echoed in Nat’s office as she typed away on her keyboard, completely focused on her work until the door to her office swung open and she found a handsome face looking right at her. She saw him look around for a moment before he wordlessly closed the door behind him and then moved over to shut the blinds on the glass walls on the front of the office to the hallway. Nat’s eyes were fixed on him as he silently stalked over to her desk, dropping a white takeout box on it before coming around to where she was sitting. Without a single word, he turned her chair so that it was facing him, his hands dropping down to rest on the arms of the office chair before he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers with such passion and ferocity that Nat felt lightheaded and started seeing stars and not for the first time that day.

Nat could hardly catch her breath when they finally parted and barely could push out, “Happy birthday to me.”

The intensity of the moment was broken when Chris’ eyes squinted up, his loud laugh pouring out of his mouth at her response. He kept on chuckling while he grabbed the extra chair that was nearby and pulled it over next to hers, plopping down before he leaned over to steal a quick kiss and told her, “Happy birthday, baby.”

“I think you already wished me a happy birthday this morning,” Nat laughed, unable to stop her heart from racing.

But Chris just shrugged as he reached for the bag of takeout, his voice faux-distracted when he asked, “Did I? I seem to remember my mouth doing a lot of other things this morning.”

Her hand landed on his firm back, feeling the muscle below his tee. “I found that to be a great way to wish me happy birthday,” she murmured, a pleased grin settling on her face.

He looked over his shoulder at her, his eyes mischievous. “Thought you might like that wakeup call,” he admitted as he pulled various containers out of the bag, and a bottle of water for himself.

“Oh I did, and I didn’t mind the shower either,” she laughed with a raised brow. The morning had been nothing short of spectacular, especially considering the week-long buildup there’d been to this visit. He once again defied all her expectations, taking it upon himself to all but kill her before she had to go to work for the day, but not without a promise of eating lunch together.

He shrugged, his muscles rippling beneath her hand. “You can’t expect me not to make my Nattie’s birthday special,” he told her, almost incredulous as he passed some napkins to her.

“I was feeling a lot more than just special this morning,” Nat admitted with a chuckle. He did a number on her this morning – a great one – but enough that she nearly struggled to muster the energy to get ready for the day after. But what got her through was knowing what was on the other side of the day once the clock struck four in the afternoon – an evening together at Chris’ house with Scott, Mark, and Jamie and their partners, celebrating her birthday with dinner, drinks, and cake. And this mid-day break with Chris certainly didn’t hurt either.

“You’re about to love me even more because I brought your favorite Mexican food for lunch,” he assured her with a grin as he passed her a container of tacos, before he put two other ones in front of her. “And I got queso and your disgusting guac.”

Her jaw dropped in disbelief at his words and she opened the lids. Instantly, the smell from the queso filled the room, but the guacamole looked even more enticing… especially considering Chris’ well-known dislike of the dip. “This might be the best birthday present I’ve gotten all day,” she murmured.

He rolled his eyes as he looked at her, his hands moving to reach for the burrito wrapped in foil. “A minute ago you were just singing the praises of my early morning birthday present for you,” he muttered.

She shrugged, a cheeky smirk on her lips as she dipped a chip into the guacamole. “Well now I’m singing the praises of this guac,” she retorted.

“Nice to know I’m outranked by avocados,” he laughed, watching her before he began eating the burrito with a smirk.

“But you’re the one who was thoughtful enough to bring them to me so that makes you pretty indispensable,” she chuckled, the conversation coming to a pause as they enjoyed the food. Several moments went by of relative silence before she asked, “Guess who I got to talk to on Facetime while I was walking into work?”

“Tom Hanks,” his sarcastic reply came, slightly muffled from the food.

“Yeah I wish,” she rolled her eyes, their laughs echoing around her otherwise-silent office. “But I did get the next best thing, baby Jack.”

He smirked, eyes twinkling humorously as he looked at her as he took a sip of water. “Oh did you guys have a nice conversation,” he drawled with a laugh.

“Shut up smartass,” she laughed, lightly smacking his shoulder as his laughter grew. “Heather and the girls were over at Alex’s house to get Carson for school, so I got to see Jack and talk to all the kids. Ella and Lily showed me a picture they made me that they’ll give me when we go for Thanksgiving.”

His smirk became a fond smile as he listened to her ramble about the kids. It was common for them to talk about their nieces and nephews together, but even Nat couldn’t deny that there was something special about those kids, about the connection both she and Chris – already – had to them. “I love how much you love those kids,” he told her honestly.

“I literally can’t wait to see him,” she admitted. She’d not only been counting down the days to Chris’ arrival in Los Angeles yesterday, but also to their trip to Seattle in a week and a half. Ever since Chris agreed to the invitation to the Marton family Thanksgiving, they – Chris, Nat, Heather, Ryan, and Eric – had been planning some things for everyone to do, including Chris’ more than generous offer to take them to a Seahawks game the Sunday before the holiday. They’d purchased a suite for everyone, that way giving Chris some privacy and security, while also making it convenient for the kids with room to move around and a bathroom. “I wish we were going tomorrow.”

“Don’t worry baby, the time is going to fly by,” he assured her, a sideways smile on his face as he reached for the bag of chips, moving them closer to him. “And I’m planning on keeping you pretty busy after work anyway.”

She smirked, her heart beating faster at the implication of those words. “Yeah and before work,” she reminded him.

“Well I have to get my fill of quality time with you now, especially since next year is going to be so busy,” he mentioned, the smile on his face disappearing slightly at the reminder. This entire year, despite however much time they’d spent apart, had felt like a dream to her. But as the contracts for the following year began arriving in Chris’ inbox through the summer, she grew all too aware of what this life, what this relationship with him, would entail… months apart with only quick visits squeezed into weekends and days off, then the different time zones, states, continents, and schedules.

“Don’t remind me,” she sighed, but ran her hand reassuringly over his back. Her voice was low as she confessed, “I just want you to do more Pixar stuff so we can be together.”

A small frown appeared on his face as he dipped a chip into the queso, staring down at his hand. “I wish I could too,” he agreed quietly.

“You’re really going to be busy next year, aren’t you?” She asked, her voice low.

“Yeah…” He sighed, leaning back in the chair and looking at her, the humor of their previous conversation now gone as the reality of the following year set in. She knew how many offers he’d gotten over the summer, how many projects he considered, but she had struggled to prepare herself for just how hard it’d be to live on opposite coasts for the majority of the year.

“When are you starting Ghosted again?” She asked, struggling to recall it herself. He’d signed onto the film in August when they were in Los Angeles together, but most of the details had gone over her head as he explained what he knew.

“Right around Valentine’s Day so I’ll be in Atlanta for a little while, then it goes to DC and London for a bit,” he informed her, pausing with a frown. Nat had never really been one for sappy holidays like Valentine’s Day, but hearing Chris would be working across the country from her on that day definitely stung a little. It was no fault of his own, simply the way production lined up with scheduling and all the moving parts that went into a film, but there was also allowed to be disappointment on both sides because of it, because it wasn’t just that one day, it was knowing that there would be so many more to follow without him there. “Then we have all the Lightyear press and stuff for The Gray Man after, so I’ll be all over the place.”

She nodded, wiping her lips with a napkin as she finished the last of the street tacos. “What was the other thing you were doing?” She asked with a furrowed brow, unable to remember the next production he had.

“Project Artemis…I think that’s the only thing for the rest of the year but I heard there might be some scripts coming my way so we’ll see,” he shrugged half-heartedly with a sigh. “But don’t worry Nattie, we’ll make it work. I’ll come to see you every chance I get.”

“I know, and I want you to do all these projects, I really do,” she assured him, her hand sliding from his back to grasp his left hand from where it rested on his jeans. “I’m just going to miss you.”

He nodded, squeezing her hand a few times comfortingly. “...Maybe now would be a good time to give you the present I have for you,” he began, another grin sliding on his face as his brows raised and he met her eyes.

“Why?” She asked, suspicion creeping in at the sudden change in subject.

“I was going to give it to you tonight at the party but I think you’ll like it more now, hold on,” he told her, reaching for his phone from where it sat on the other side of the desk from where they had set up for lunch. He swiped and scrolled a bit on the device until he passed the old phone over to her, an email filling the small screen.

Her eyes narrowed as she read the details, seeing the confirmation for a house rental forwarded from his assistant’s email. “Is this for us?” She asked, eyes finding the February reservation dates and finally the location – Palm Springs.

“Yep,” he nodded, a grin on his lips and his eyes twinkling as she looked up at him. He looked excited – a welcome change from the forlorn expressions they’d shared only seconds ago. “I’m taking you to Palm Springs for a long weekend before I start filming. I already talked to Jamie and he approved the time off for you. I thought it would be nice for us to have quality time together before I go.”

“Chris,” she breathed, shaking her head in disbelief. “This is the best gift I could ask for.”

A shy smile appeared on his bearded face, Chris ducking his head for a quick moment before he looked back at her with a sweet expression while shrugging, “I was hoping you’d like it.”

“I love it,” Nat took a moment to rest her hands on his cheeks, leaning over to kiss him deeply but then pulled away so she could tell him, “But I love you a helluva lot more.”

“I love you too, Nattie,” his voice was confident and tender, pecking her lips softly before he could murmur, “Happy birthday, honey.”

“This is already one of my favorite birthdays in a long time,” she truthfully told him. The past chunk of years most of her birthdays hadn’t been anything too crazy. Normally she just went out to a club, or dinner with a few friends and Shane when they were together, but with her birthday being so close to Thanksgiving, it was rare that she ever got to go home. Most of her birthdays were enjoyable, but none that felt like this. Getting to share it with someone that she loved so wholeheartedly and loved her in return made it so much better than she could have imagined. “It was so sweet that you flew out to spend it with me, baby. It seriously means so much to me.”

“I wasn’t going to miss your birthday,” Chris said playfully, wiping his hands off with the napkin before throwing it at her as he went on to add, “Besides, I know you so I knew there’d be some kind of party and I wasn’t about to be left out on that.”

“Oh we’ll be breaking out the karaoke machine tonight for sure,” Nat pointedly told him as she stacked up the containers and slid them back in the bag.

“Scott will probably bring his own,” she heard his snickering voice say while he stood up to take the bag and go put it in the trash can by the door, glancing up at the clock as he did so and noted, “I should probably get going and let you get back to work. I still need to go pick up your cake too.”

“Do you want me just to swing by after work and get it?”

“Nope, I just want you to come straight to my place. I want you to myself for a little while before everyone comes over.”

Nat had stood up to grab her iPad off of the nearby couch and turned her head over her shoulder to respond to him, but as she did, she just caught a glimpse of Chris standing behind her as his hand came down to smack her backside hard enough that she could feel the tingle through her jeans. She knew that he was waiting for her response, but Nat just played it off, putting her iPad under her arm before turning around and nonchalantly commenting, “Looks like you’re giving me another birthday present a little early too, huh?”

Nat figured that her response must’ve said everything he wanted to hear based on the smirk on his face, and after another long, passionate kiss, Chris slipped out the door and headed to the parking garage. The thoughts looped in her mind through her mind until she left work in the late afternoon and drove to Chris’ house, eager to have a little while where she got to have him all to herself before everyone came over.

The fact that the house was empty was something they took advantage of, Nat not even bothering to take off her shoes and instead ended up sitting in Chris’ lap while they fervently began to kiss moments after she’d walked through the door. It felt so good to be completely engulfed by him, his thick arms holding her tight while he kissed her completely senseless. Neither cared about the time, only focused on the way their lips kept crashing together over and over again until a shrill ring broke it up, making them both groan as they pulled their lips away.

Nat laid her head against Chris’ shoulder while he kept an arm around her waist, holding her tight while he grabbed his phone off the couch cushion and swiped ‘accept call’ when he saw who was calling, quickly asking, “Hey Scott, what’s up?”

Although Nat couldn’t hear the other end of the conversation, she could fill in the blanks when Chris just replied, “No we have everything. I got a cake and some food today so we’re all set,” and then just hummed and nodded his head but added, “Okay, yeah see you in a little while.”

As Chris hung up the call, Nat sighed, leaning back and putting a little distance between their chests. “I guess I should get changed,” she murmured.

“Yeah, everyone will be headed over soon,” Chris nodded, running a hand through his hair as he gave her an apologetic smile. “I probably need to get the oven on and some of the food ready.”

They both knew that neither really wanted to leave their position, but begrudgingly did, Chris’ warm hands grabbing her waist and helping her up to her feet before he stood behind her, each of them heading separate ways. Although it was only a small group of the closest people in their lives here in California, Nat still had wanted to change her clothes into something a little bit nicer with it being her birthday.

So many of her clothes had ended up in Chris’ closet at this point and she peeled off her jeans and satin blouse, leaving them in the basket in the closet before grabbing out one of her favorite comfortable but cute patterned dresses, ready to put it on until she saw that one black jumpsuit she was partial to. Nat bit her bottom lip, trying to decide between them before eventually her bare feet padded down the hallway and into the kitchen where Chris was busy pulling out the cheese and crackers and setting them out on a large platter.

“Chris, which one should I wear?”

It took him a minute to look up, busy laying out the sleeve of crackers and popping one in his mouth before looking up to see her. As if to emphasize the decision, she held out the jumpsuit a little farther and then the dress, silently asking him which he preferred so that he could make the decision for her. But when she saw his blue eyes lingering on her, scanning her from top to bottom in her small black lingerie, she knew in that moment that she was fucked.

He lifted his shoulders in a half shrug, popping another cracker in his mouth before he told her, “I like what you have on now.”

Nat rolled her eyes at the answer, reminding him, “Well I don’t think anybody else will when they come.”

“Hey, you just asked me what you should wear and I’m just saying I like that,” he rebutted, holding his hands up placatingly.

“Seriously, which one?!”

That sexy smirk of his appeared on his lips as he reached out to take the two hangers out of her hands and laid them down on the nearby barstool before his hands came to grab her hips and gently walk her closer to him. She was looking up at him, but Chris’ eyes were still taking in every inch of her while his fingertips slipped underneath the edge of the fabric that barely covered her ass and traced along the edge while he muttered, “I told you this one is my favorite… and in fact, I’m pretty sure I even like this outfit when it’s off you.”

Nat’s body betrayed her when a shiver ran down her spine, telling Chris all that he needed to know. In an instant, he was lifting her up effortlessly onto the counter, the cold marble making her shiver but quickly got warmed up when Chris’ arms hooked around her waist and his lips started sucking along the soft skin of her breasts that her small bra didn’t cover. Feeling that prickle of his beard mixed with the intense sucking of his hot mouth had Nat’s body tingling from head to toe. She’d been spoiled by him in the last day together, but right now all she could think about was how damn attracted to him she was. She craved him in a way she never had before, craved his touch, his smirk, and his lips on any part of her. He knew her body just as well as she did, and he used it to his advantage as he sucked and nipped at her skin so fervently that she knew that she’d be littered with his marks soon.

Her body felt like it was on fire as his hands dragged up and down her back before slipping down her legs and lifted up her calves, encouraging her to wrap them around him which she happily did. Feeling his body pressed against her only had her deep desire for him burning intensely and the only thing she wanted in that moment was him.

“Chris,” she panted, her hand tightening in his brown hair as her eyes slipped shut and a silent moan parted her lips.

His lips barely left her skin, instead humming against her, “Hmm?”

“Can we cancel?”

“What? Cancel what?”

Her hand loosened in his hair as he tilted his head away from her chest, clarifying, “The party tonight.”

She saw the way that his left eyebrow shot up as he looked at her, knowing that it was a rare time that Nat didn’t want to join in on a party, but especially hosting one that was for her special day. As much as she had been looking forward to everyone coming over, more than anything in this moment, she just wanted - no needed - him.

“Are you sure, baby?”

“We can just do it tomorrow, all the food will still be good then,” she rushed to say, her legs tightening around his hips and pulling him impossibly closer to her. “Please Chris, I want you so bad.”

A wolfish smirk appeared on his face as he pressed another biting kiss to her chest and confessed, “I was really fucking hoping you’d say that.”

All Nat wanted was to be in his arms and she got that request granted when he slipped his hands underneath her backside and carried her into the living room where he set her down on the couch while planting a searing kiss on her lips, leaving her breathless as he pulled away and muttered, “I gotta text everyone.”

She ran a hand through her curls, knowing they were about to be messed up anyway as she watched Chris sit up and search for his phone that he’d left somewhere here. Nat couldn’t be bothered with helping to look, instead getting on her knees next to him so that her lips could start nipping at his neck while one of her hands rubbed up and down his back and her other hand did the same on his chest to feel the firm muscles underneath that thin tee shirt. She felt drunk on hearing his soft grunts every time that she rolled her body against his side or gently bit down on the soft skin of his neck, making him grunt and tell her, “Fuck baby, you’re making this so fucking hard to concentrate.”

“Guess you want me to stop touching you then, huh?”

“I just gotta get this text out to everyone, hold on baby,” he murmured, eyes narrowing at his phones as his hands nearly shook with pent up energy and excitement.

Nat knew that what he was doing was for them, putting everyone off on coming over until tomorrow, but in her desperate moment she didn’t want anything to take his attention away from her. She left him hunched over on the edge of the couch as he typed on his phone but busied herself with reaching around her back to hook her bra and let it fall to the floor before peeling off her now wet panties and discarding them in the same manner. Needing some sort of friction, as well as needing to get Chris’ full attention back on her, Nat let one of her legs fall against the back couch cushion while the other laid against the cushion she was sitting on, leaving herself open as her hand fell between her legs and started rubbing the tight circles on her sensitive button.

“Oh fuck,” Chris grunted when he glanced over, quickly typing out a few more words before turning his phone on silent and tossing it on the floor, quickly turning his body to face hers while he quickly grabbed her hand and pulled it away, making Nat while before his low voice reminded her, “This is fucking mine, baby.”

But Nat didn’t even get a chance to use her razor sharp wit against him, instead being too busy crying out with pleasure as his face buried between her legs and his tongue began expertly working her in every spot he knew she loved. Her voice was already a little bit hoarse from how he had her moaning over and over again that morning, but she knew by the end of tonight it was going to be totally shot.

Nat’s hands found his brown hair, tugging it softly as his tongue began circling and her already on edge body began to tighten. She needed him in every sense of the word and she knew that Chris wasn’t about to disappoint her, pulling her to the height of pleasure and keeping his tongue lapping up every bit of her sweetness as she came down from it. She felt halfway delirious as he started kissing his way up her body, taking his time to tug at her nipples and enhance the hickeys already forming on her soft skin before he made it up to her lips.

Although the kiss was filled with so much excitement and pure desire, Nat noticed that underneath whatever they were feeling, there was always love. At the heart of everything in their relationship, there was a deep emotion and tenderness that they both were fully known and fully loved by one another, making it the easiest and most natural thing in the world to hand themselves over to one another. Neither had experienced anything like they did with one another, and it only made their burning desire even more intense.

Nat was already breathless enough, so distracted by his sloppy passionate kisses that she didn’t even notice his hand ghosting down her body until his thick index finger pushed between her soaked folds and started tracing up and down, making a violent shiver shake her body. She grasped at his shoulders, gasping at his touch as she whimpered out his name, only making him smile as he leaned in to kiss her again and muttered against her lips, “Happy birthday, baby.”

And it sure was a happy one when he started pumping his finger in and out of her, slowly adding another that her body eagerly swallowed. She couldn’t even catch her breath, eyes screwed shut as she barely could even take in all the incredible sensations running through her body, but she started clenching down on him when his low sultry voice started whispering in her ear, “Does that feel good, baby girl? Do you like it when I’m touching you like this?”

“Fuck, yes,” she moaned, feeling as though her lungs couldn’t work fast enough, that this would be the blissful end of her.

“You like it when I’ve got my fingers stuffed inside of you, don’t you Nattie?” His voice rumbled, his lips dancing around her ear. He paused, curling his finger in her and she felt the smirk spread across his lips at her sharp intake of breath before she moaned loudly. His words only egged her on more as he confessed, “I fucking love it, but I love it more when I’m the one stuffed inside you.”

His words had such an effect on her that Nat couldn’t help but arch her back, silently begging him for more as he started pumping his fingers in at a rhythmic pace. Her hand was grasping at his forearm, needing something to squeeze as that familiar coil started building in her stomach. Although she had plenty of time to recover from the mind blowing orgasms he’d given her in that early morning, there still was a slight soreness between her legs but somehow in this moment all it did was feel good as he kept stretching her out so perfectly, making moan after moan pour from her pink lips.

“I can’t wait to get inside you, baby,” he admitted, pausing before another smirk appeared on his lips, his eyes twinkling as he watched her struggle with just how desperately she needed him right now. “You look so pretty when you’re on my dick.”

Just the thought of having him inside her was enough to drive Nat wild, let alone the way his fingers were coaxing her closer and closer to that edge. Every one of her senses were full of him and she didn’t want that to stop, her body spilling over her peak yet again and just as he had before, Nat expected Chris to gently lull her through it with his sweet kisses and gentle touches, but he quickly made it known that he wasn’t going to do that.

She could barely catch her breath, eyes fluttering open when she felt him move on the couch. Nat was so overstimulated at the moment, her body still on fire as she pulsed from the intense pleasure she just experienced, but her brain was short circuiting from seeing Chris with her essence still glistening on his beard and his lusty blue eyes looking at her with nothing but desire. He was sitting on his knees between her wide open legs and pulled his fingers away from her. Chris’ body towered over hers even when they were standing let alone with her laying down on the couch and just seeing his hunky frame had her whimpering for him.

He gave her that smirk once their eyes met and Nat knew that by the end of this, she wasn’t going to be able to walk straight for quite a while, but little did she know that was exactly Chris’ goal. She was completely helpless, too overcome with sensations as he hooked his hands underneath her knees and pushed them back toward her chest, and instructed her, “Hold your legs right here, honey.”

Nat was too blissed out to even argue with him, just doing what he asked and put her own hands underneath her knees to hold them, earning her a soft praise of, “That’s my good girl,” that had her melting all over again. He leaned down to kiss the back of her thighs a few times before his thumb slipped between her swollen folds, finding her sensitive clit that had been toyed with so many times today, but was about to be fondled once more.

The new angle had even more pressure being applied and Nat swore that in that moment as he whispered his sweet praises, telling her how he wished she could see how pretty her expression was right now and how well she was taking him, and feeling his thumb rubbing those firm circles, she couldn’t have even been able to tell anyone what her name was. Her brain was completely short circuiting, Chris winding her body up like a clock and kept winding and winding until he was satisfied and let her release.

She was melting into the couch, having an almost out of body experience while he gently helped lay her legs back down and laid himself half on top of her so their lips could connect. Nat barely could breath, having to pull back to gulp in air before crashing her lips to his again, wanting his kiss more than air. Her hands were clawing at him, wanting to hand herself over to him completely and take anything he was willing to give.

“I love you, Nattie,” he breathed as they pulled apart for air, his hands moving all over her as she struggled to come back to her senses.

“I-” she gasped, feeling the way her body was still vibrating with her high. “I love you, Chris. I feel like I can’t, can’t hardly think.”

“Good, I don’t want you to,” he told her, running a finger up her side, from her hip to her shoulder and back down again. “I want to get you to where you can’t even talk anymore.”

“Chris,” she whimpered, not even registering the touch on her until his third pass up and down her side.

“I don’t need you to tell me what you need, baby. I know what my girl wants,” he smirked, leaning down to press his lips to hers, firmly enough that it made her head blissfully spin once more. “C’mon, baby, I want you on your knees.”

Nat felt as though her limbs weighed a thousand pounds, unable to even consider the instruction as she protested, “I can’t.”

“I’ll help you honey, but I want you up. I want to look at that cute ass of yours while I get inside of you,” he smirked, rising up on his knees and holding his hands out to help her.

Although Nat felt completely weak, everything inside of her wanted to please him, wanted to do anything he asked, but once she got on all fours on the couch, she could feel her knees wobbling already like a newborn deer who hadn’t learned to stand. Without a word, Chris stood to his feet and effortlessly moved her malleable body to stand up with him and walked her to the edge of the couch where he bent her over the armrest. The position always left her feeling so vulnerable but in this moment that was what she wanted more than anything.

She felt herself shaking with anticipation as she heard Chris climbing out of his clothes before one hand grasped at her hips before he started teasing his tip where she wanted him the most. Nat grasped at the pillow underneath her and begged, “Chris, please!”

She felt his actions pause before he repeated the teasing, frustration flaring in her at his stalling. He’d gotten her to that blissful peak so many times already today – enough that she couldn’t count on two hands and was beginning to lose track of time – but she was, impossibly so, worked up again and needing him to move. “Fucking love you like this, baby,” he breathed as he moved back, then he did something that nearly ended her. His right hand – the one that had been otherwise absent for the last few minutes – made contact roughly with her ass, the slap echoing through the wide living space as Nat moaned loudly. It was always a teasing threat – the idea of him doing this to her “pretty ass” but now, he acted on those threats…. And she liked it.

And with another rough slap to her ass, he then pushed himself inside her dripping entrance and finally gave them each the incredible feeling they’d both been waiting for. Nat was thankful for Chris’ large empty house with the way he had her screaming but it didn’t stop once he started pumping in and out of her roughly. Nat’s breath was rattled each time he pounded his hips into her, making her stomach hit against the couch and only drove her even more wild. He waited until he got a good pace before he brought his hand back down to slap her round cheeks, not having forgotten the multiple times she’d hinted at wanting his hand print on her ass even though he’d never done more than a playful slap here and there.

Her walls clenched him tightly each time he spanked her and hearing him tell her, “Fuck Nattie, I love to see this pretty ass pink for me,” only made her melt like a snowman on a summer day. She was so blissed out, barely even able to handle the intensity of the pleasure he was causing that she couldn’t even make a sound anymore, soft little sighs being the only noise coming from her when he rutted his hips into her over and over again but soon enough with him egging her on by grunting, “C’mon baby, give me one more,” Nat just couldn’t hang on and felt her body erupting for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

“Oh fuck, Nattie,” Chris groaned at feeling her tighten and gush around him, muttering a low raspy, “Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” before he grabbed her hips and made sure he was deep inside her before he came with a low grunt and emptied himself inside of her.

He had absolutely reached his goal of getting Nat to a place where she couldn’t even speak anymore, her body completely limp and draped over the couch. She had never fainted before, but she wondered if this is what it felt like. Nat literally couldn’t move even after Chris had pulled out of her, but at this moment, she didn’t even care. She felt too good to even bother moving.

She was no help when Chris lifted her up and wrapped one arm around her back while the other hooked under her legs, picking her up bridal style and carrying her the few steps to the oversized chair he had. Feeling weak himself, Chris plopped down in the chair and held Nat on his lap while she tried to come down from the intense high. She still was seeing stars, every one of her senses on fire but it all just felt so…good.

He pressed a few soft kisses to her forehead before pushing a hand between her legs, taking a few fingers to scoop up his white essence that was spilling out of her and pushing it right back inside to stuff her full just the way she loved. In response, Nat just nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck, just wanting to be engulfed by him while they both relaxed.

His chest rose and fell rapidly against her own with his own shaky breaths, but his voice was confident, cocky, and amused as he asked, “So did I reach my goal of making you unable to talk?”

But all Nat did was grunt in response, truly unable to form coherent words.

She’d never been able to trust someone this way, trust them and feel comfortable enough to hand herself over to them in a moment of sheer desperation and need. She’d never had anyone control her in a way that felt this good and helped her shut her brain off, to block all the outside chaos, while also feeling so entirely cherished and loved at the same time. And despite the slight ache between her legs, the marks littering her chest, and the strained breaths she was still taking, she wouldn’t trade it, or the man next to her, for anything in the world.

A/N: We're so sorry for our absence over the past several weeks! Life was truly so incredibly chaotic for us both, and for the first time ever, we barely spoke to each other amidst all the chaos. Luckily, things have calmed down dramatically and we're so happy to be available to interact and engage with you all! Please feel free to send in any asks for any couple at any time - we've missed it!

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I posted 2,819 times in 2022

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#like it's so hard and it's weird bc i don't have this big tragedy on my shoulders i'm just a middle class young woman with a lot of issues

My Top Posts in 2022:

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The things he says... That's gotta be on purpose right???? HE KNOWS THE POWER HE HOLDS

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Happy Birthday Sergeant

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky hates celebrating his birthday, that is until you forgot about it

Warnings: mention of a blowjob, lil bit of sadness, fluff but it's not that fluffy??

Wc: 1k

a/n: Today is TLOML's birthday and words cannot express just how special he is to me, Bucky Barnes deserves everything good in this life and I'm gonna give it to him <3, anyways, happy reading!

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291 notes - Posted March 10, 2022

L.O.V.E

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Plus size!Fem!Reader (no mention of ethnicity)

Summary: Bucky wants to offer you more than love

Warnings: underage drinking (reader is 20), a little low self esteem, self image issues, smutty (foreplay, implied oral and smut), tiny amount of angst, shitty father (not the reader’s), mention of a gun.

Wc: 4k

a/n: a little late buuut, Happy valentines everyone! I have very mixed feelings about this one lol, also,this was supossed to be pure fluff lmao, oh well… I hope you enjoy <3 And I would like to specify that the reader had a tough time figuring out what she wanted to do after high school so that’s why she JUST applied for collage (it’s ok to not know what you want for your life, there’s no rush, you get to choose your own path).

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Pairing: DBF!Lloyd Hansen x Fem!Reader(no mention of ethnicity)

Summary: You thought you were happy, you thought you’d never see him again… you were wrong.

w/c: 4.8k

Warnings: smut (needy/semi-rough sex), Possessive behaviour, lil bit toxic relationship, mention of a blowjob, degradation kink, barely noticeable dumbification, cheating(not on reader) , big age difference, Reader is in mid 20s and Lloyd is in late 40s(in flashbacks reader is 19-21), please let me know if I missed anything <3

a/n: a few days ago I dreamed that Chris Evans fucked me real good right after my wedding(don't even remember who I married lmao), that’s the first dream I’ve remembered in YEARS so I had to turn it into a fic, plus @camilledove @forever-aria @buckys-bitchhh practically BEGGED(literally just asked once) me to write this, this is for them <3

this is not beta'd, any and all mistakes are my own, I'm sorry if this fic gets confusing.

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CHRIS EVANS 40TH BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION Chris + his favourite things: (1/7) Beer

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It Takes Two

Pairing: Soft Dark!Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI. Curate your own experience. Cursing, drinking, cheating, breakups, rehab, recovery, deception, lies, celibacy, manipulation, wedding planning, semi-public explicit, rough, sex, oral sex (m receiving), degradation kink, breeding kink, choking, dubiuous con (b/c of deception). Darkish! Scott Evans. This is not proofread!

A/N: @lovebittenbyevans gave me a great idea about still dealing with Chris when commenting on The One. I thought that the Chris in that fic could really go left and get pretty Dark and dirty. And then....

Anonymous asked:

Imagine Chris cheating on Y/N …

That made me think up this fic. It is a sequel to The One. I hope you like it!

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You left him.

You flew to Montreal to surprise him on set, trench coat and lingerie and everything, and when you opened the door to his trailer, you saw Heidi on her knees giving Chris a blowjob.

You cussed him out, threw the ring back in his face and turned around and left.

You blocked his number, moved out of his house and cut off all contact. You were done.

The audacity of Chris being indignant about your warnings about Heidi when he was boning her all along.

You loved Scott, but you had to cut him off too after he tried to explain that Chris was drunk when you found him, and was going to rehab to deal with his issues.

It was classic celebrity bullshit and you didn’t have time for it.

You decided to center yourself, and swear off all relationships and sex. You wanted to purge your mind of all that weighed you down.

You concluded that love, sex, and Chris Evans made you feel heavy as fuck.

You moved to New York City. It was far enough away from Chris and your folks in Houston to give you some peace.

You could still run your business and even think about a storefront. It was the perfect location to live your best life, eat healthy, exercise, socialize and network.

You fell in love with yourself, and you didn’t think much about Christopher Robert Evans at all.

Only every time you went on IG or Twitter, even though you blocked him and his hashtags. And every time you went to Target, because his fucking movies and merchandise were everywhere.

But you were cool, because you were doing you. You weren’t looking for love.

Of course, that’s when it found you.

Six months after you left Boston, you were at a natural beauty products expo in Brooklyn hawking your wares.

Your business had taken off, with almost a half million dollars in sales, and you were being interviewed by a major news outlet of color when one of the correspondents caught your eye.

You flirted, exchanged numbers and ended up going on a date. In another three months you were engaged to him.

Kevin Watts made you feel safe, protected and loved. And he wasn’t just after sex. He was well off, and secure in himself and you. It just felt right.

When Kevin proposed, it was just you and him at your favorite restaurant. So romantic.

Not like the rowdy family 4th of July party at which Chris asked you to marry him last year, in front of both your parents.

The laughter and the joy was just a little much.

This was perfect. You didn’t miss Chris at all. You set about planning your wedding with a profound sense of peace and safety.

You and Kevin were meant to be.

----

Chris was nothing without you.

Nothing but an award winning actor and producer, a multi-millionaire and founder of a major organization dedicated to bringing opposing political viewpoints together.

All of that was cool, and it kept him going, but when he lost you, he lost his motivation.

Chris didn’t take any more roles after the sequel with Heidi, and he dumped her post haste. He did enter rehab and realized that he depended way too much on alcohol to dull his emotions.

He got drunk off his ass when he was away from you because he missed you so much, and that led to him letting Heidi think that she could have him.

She’d had him physically, but never his heart. Or his mind. You owned those.

Chris followed your business closely, and was proud of your success.

Of course he followed your social media on burner accounts and saw that you were doing well.

You looked like you enjoyed being single and seemed healthy and happy.

He couldn’t ask for anything more for you.

Except to be his again.

Chris was just biding his time for your reunion, deciding to give you a year before he made his move.

Now he felt every emotion, and he knew that you must still love him too.

You just needed to realize that your life would be even better with him back in it.

The year apart would be just punishment for what he’d done to you, and when you came back together, it would be better than before.

Everyone speculated on his bachelorhood, wondering if he would settle down, speculating and gossiping about who he was with, but he just played coy and kept quiet.

No one would know that he was yours and yours alone, and that you were still his.

You just didn’t know it.

But you weren’t going along with the plan that you didn’t know about.

About seven months into his self-imposed purgatory, a complication started popping up on Chris’s feed.

Kevin.

And a couple of months after that, a post of a proposal, in a restaurant.

The asshole probably didn’t even ask or involve your folks. Chris was in a rage for a week.

He almost started drinking again, but as he got ready to drive to the liquor store, Kevin’s face flashed on his screen doing a report on the election.

Instead of making him even more angry, he smiled, elated at the thought that came to him.

Chris had a new plan, and it was going to be even better than before.

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The last three months had been a whirlwind, and you never thought it would turn out this way.

You were planning your wedding with your mother, discussing the seating at the reception, and you deciding where Chris Evans and his date would sit.

What a time to be alive.

Your mother only let it slip a couple of times that you should be marrying Chris, but for the most part, she kept it cute.

You explained to her that everything was squashed between you and Chris, and that he and Kevin had a great relationship, were friends, even.

They’d bonded over politics when Kevin interviewed him, and became buds before Chris even realized that you and he were together.

Kevin knew, but he wasn’t the jealous type, and he didn’t want to make things awkward. Surprisingly, Kevin insisted that he be at the wedding.

You thought about it and decided it would be the ultimate closure for Chris to watch you marry someone else.

You were pleasantly surprised at Chris. He was handling this very well. He never tried to contact you, and according to Kevin, never even mentioned you. That was growth.

Maybe you too could be friends.

You felt good about it. So much so that you unblocked him and started a dialogue.

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Hi.

Chris saw your number come across his apple watch and he practically did a dance. It was 9:24 pm. He picked up his phone and stared at the word, forcing himself to wait and not respond. He went to work out.

47 minutes later, he responded.

Hello?

This time, he sat and waited for your response, which came 7 minutes later.

I just wanted to say, I appreciate the way you're handling this.

Chris bit his lip, imagining you sitting there, thinking of what to say and staring down at your phone.

I’m sorry, I don't know who this is. You may have reached a wrong number?

He grinned at the play.

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Your heart dropped. Did he no longer have your contact?

Why would he do that?

You don’t know why you felt some kinda way; you’d blocked him.

Maybe he had changed his number and this was no longer his. Your heart was beating fast when you texted back.

Is this Chris? This is Y/N. I was just texting about Kevin Watts.

You anxiously watched the thought bubbles on imessage.

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Even though you’d texted back almost immediately, Chris kept you hanging for just a couple of minutes. His dick was hard at the thought of communicating with you.

Fuck, you were such an aphrodesiac.

Oh shit! Y/N I’m sorry. I got a new phone.. You know how it is…

He knew you wouldn’t believe that. That’s why he said it.

You just stared at the phone. That was bullshit. You can easily port your contacts into a new phone. You just never believed that Chris would really move on. And you didn’t know why.

You had.

You took a deep breath and continued.

Lol, No worries! Just wanna say thank you for being cool with my Boo. I’m gonna turn in now. Check you later.

You tried to keep it light.

Chris ignored the ‘my Boo’ comment and focused on the thought of you in bed.

You usually slept in a tank top or t-shirt and panties, and the top would invariably come off because you got hot.

And then things would invariably get hotter if he was in bed with you….

Cool! Sweet dreams. Check you later. 😉

Chris made sure to exit your message thread and come back so that you wouldn’t see the thought bubbles that he saw when you kept staring at the text.

You were lost in the times that Chris always used to say that to you, and when he whispered “Sweet Dreams” in your ear when he was far away, you always had wet dreams about him.

And that wink.

How could a fucking yellow emoji turn you the fuck on?

You reached for your bullet vibrator as you continued to stare at the interaction.

Chis had already started stroking himself when you told him you were going to bed.

Knowing that you were thinking exactly what he wanted you to got him close, and he didn’t even have to pull up your old videos to get off.

Not tonight.

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Over the next few weeks. you’d texted a few times, Chris ‘made amends’ and you accepted his apology.

Then, you started texting more regularly, mainly joking around about sports, your Celtics/Rockets rivalry ever raging.

From your perspective, Chris was always appropriate and respected your relationship with Kevin. You were glad because you’d missed your friendship with him.

You felt giddy that your life was working out so well, and you traveled to your weekend getaway in the mountains for your bridal shower with a light heart.

Chris attended Kevin’s bachelor festivities with only a week to go until the wedding.

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From Chris’s perspective, things were working out better than he’d hoped.

Scoring an invite to the wedding was more than he’d imagined, and Kevin inviting him out to his Bachelor party was just icing on the cake.

Maybe he could make Kevin slip up enough so that you would dump him before the wedding. Chris was hopeful.

If not, Plan B was the nuclear option.

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Kevin was following the stripper’s ass like a puppy. He was lit on booze and pills (that Chris provided) and his guard was down.

Kevin considered Chris a friend.

Chris just wanted to keep Kevin close because he was the enemy.

They were talking about you.

“She’s so fucking innocent. A sweeter angel there never was. I’ll have to teach her how to fuck.”

Chris almost choked on his water.

“I'm sorry. What now?”

Kevin just barreled on, ignoring the question.

“That's how I know I need to wife her.” He was talking to Chris, but still staring at the stripper.

“She would never chase the D. Hell, she won’t even touch mine. You know, her being celibate and all.”

Chris raised his eyebrow and smiled, which Kevin never noticed. Chris shook his head at your antics. His little beautiful love.

“That’s why I was never pressed that you are her ex. I mean, I’m impressed you were with her as long as you were.”

Chris just smiled and nodded, curious as to where this was leading.

“A man like you don’t have to put up with that. You must have punani lined up for days, bro.”

Chris’s heart lept. This dullard did not have access to your pussy. HIS pussy. Never has.

Chris could fuck a lot of people a million ways from Sunday with one text. Except for you. And you were all that mattered.

“I don’t know about all that.” Chris put on his best, ‘aw shucks’ act.

Chris was over the moon. You were still his. In every way.

Kevin kept tipping the stripper and was trying to call her over. He asked her about a private lap dance. Chris’s eyes lit up. This asshole was making it too easy.

The stripper nodded and went back to finish up her set. Chris walked over to the bar.

“Aye!” Chris summoned tha bartender over.

“What can I get you, Sir.”

“I don’t need a drink. I wanna take care of my friend over there. He’s gonna have a lap dance with Star. It’s his bachelor party. I need it to be extra special.”

Chris started peeling off hundreds so the barkeep could see.

“And I need him to have some keepsakes, so he’ll remember it always.”

More hundreds came off. The bartender’s eyes got bigger and bigger. “That’s no problem.”

Chris flashed his famous smile.

“Great, let me tell you where to send them. Wanna make them a wedding present.” He wrote down an address on a napkin.

He was now on Plan C. And it was perfect.

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A week later and the rehearsal at the church was more fun than you thought it would be. You weren’t allowed to participate, just watch, as the result of an old wives tale.

The church secretary found you in the pews. She handed you a manila envelope.

“This was mailed here yesterday, probably an invoice of something for the wedding, I put it aside for you, sweetie.”

You smiled back at her and tucked it into your purse, not wanting to distract yourself with more wedding bills.

Later, when you and Kevin were in the back of the car to the restaurant for the Rehearsal Dinner, you pulled it out and opened it. You couldn’t believe your eyes.

“What the ENTIRE FUCK KEVIN!”

You threw the pictures of him fucking a stripper in his face, startling him out of staring at his phone.

He picked one up, his mouth dropped open and started talking.

“Look, Baby, Baby! I can explain!...”

“DO NOT FUCKING LIE TO ME KEVIN! WE HAVE OVER 300 PEOPLE HERE FOR OUR WEDDING TOMORROW MORNING.”

Kevin was on his knees in the back of the suburban.

“Listen to me.. Listen. I’m a man. I have needs…”

“Kevin, I swear to god….”

“Okay, okay… I admit it…”

You listened to him and your heart went silent. You couldn’t even absorb what he said.

When you pulled up to the restaurant, you straightened your dress and looked at him coolly.

“I am NOT going to deal with this tonight. Tonight was supposed to be a fun celebration of our wedding. I will decide later if it's still going to happen.”

Kevin was terrified.

“Right now, you and I will go into this place, greet our friends arm in arm and pretend that you are not a fucking narcissitic asshole who just ripped my heart to shreds. Got it?”

“Yes, but I-”

“Do NOT speak to me unless I speak to you first. Or it's automatically off.”

Kevin just nodded and cleared his throat.

You raised your chin and said, “Let’s go.”

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Two hours later, dinner was over, and you were lit on your way to TURNT.

Chris observed you, from the moment you entered holding hands with Kevin to the second you dropped his hand in disgust, to the way you held yourself away from him at dinner, but then put on a sweet face when everyone spoke, to Kevin, who was an absolute mess.

He figured you got the pictures. He suppressed the glee that was coursing through him.

But he couldn’t figure out why you were still going on with the charade.

Chris didn’t make a beeline for you like he wanted to, he just let the natural flow of the party lead you to him. He was talking to your cousin when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around.

“Hey you.”

You cocked your head at him in that way and looked up at him, your smile brightening your face. Damn, he had to plant his feet. You smiling at him like that made him feel faint.

You both heard your cousin say something, but you didn’t pay attention, caught up in your own orbit.

“Hey.”

Chris crossed his arms, and you swore that he was recalling the time when you told him your forearms made you horny. Fuck. Chris made you wet and you were fresh out of fucks tonight.

“So, I can’t have a hug?”

Chris shook his head at your line and opened his arms to embrace you, keeping a respectable pressure and distance until you hugged him tight and pressed close.

He couldn’t help but pick you up, but he put you down immediately, cleared his throat and backed up, looking uncomfortable.

That wouldn’t do. You wanted more of his scent, his warmth, his HIM. You pouted unconsciously in your buzzed state.

Chris’s cock stirred. That fucking mouth had haunted his dreams for almost a year. He was pleased that you were flirting, but he had to work the plan. Couldn’t go too fast.

“You look… great. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow in your wedding dress. You will be a beautiful bride.”

Chris broke his voice in just the right place to convey a wistfulness, making you think that he thought he lost you.

You felt bad. Chris was so sweet. You thought about him and you thought about Kevin.

What was the difference between what Chris did and what Kevin did?

And who did you have more chemistry with? Chris.

Why were you even marrying Kevin?

You looked over at him looking at you and Chris like a lost dog.

You had no idea why you were marrying him.

“You look… Like Chris fucking Evans.” You two laughed.

“I bet you’re fighting them off with a stick.” You sideyed him.

Chris reveled in your interest in his sex life.

“Well, you know. After rehab, I’ve laid off the... physical part of my life. It only brought chaos, you know. I’m trying to be more… zen. Haven’t really had… that for the better part of a year.”

He watched your eyes get big.

“Word?” You smirked. “So you…”

Chris held up his hand. The one you knew he jacked off with. You grabbed it and started drawing on his palm. Chis pulled it back and cleared his throat again.

You pouted again. Him being hard to get made you wet.

And Chris knew that.

“So… you ready to marry the love of your life?”

Chris’s sea blues looked you deep into your cocoa browns. You were transported back in time.

“Yes.”

Then you snapped out of it.

“I mean… the church is set up, the dress is bought, everyone’s here. I guess so.”

Chris laughed as if you were telling a joke.

“I miss your sense of humor.”

You all made small talk and you caught up a little before you asked what you wanted to know.

“So what are you up to tonight?”

Chris looked at his watch.

“I’m actually about to go to my condo an turn in. I get up early to work out.” He felt your eyes sweep up and down his body, and he flexed even though he was fully dressed. It was true. Working out was a regimen. He wanted you drooling for him.

“It’s the Marvel condo in Brooklyn?”

You nodded, remembering good times.

“So you have a car picking you up?” Your mind was whirring.

“I actually have a rental.”

You gulped your drink down, not daring to look in his eyes. Now, not only was your pussy wet, your nipples were hard as hell.

“It’s in the parking garage down the block.”

“Well, I need to clear my head. I’ll walk you there, and you can drop me back?”

Chris looked down at your cute face, and then around the room, spotted Kevin and gave him a nod.

“You sure that’s a good idea?”

You looked at Kevin, too. You wanted to stick your tongue out, but you just took Chris by the arm and headed toward the door.

“I’m a big girl. Nobody owns me.”

You looked up into Chris’s eyes and instantly regretted that statement. You played it off and pulled him through the door.

You didn’t talk at all the entire way, both of your heads deep in the clouds of you and him. The chemistry was crackling the air between you.

You held on to his arm, and he let you, reveling in your touch.

When you reached the parking garage, Chris pressed the button with his knuckle and you got in, headed for the top deck.

You just stared at each other, both thinking the same thing. Chris chuckled.

“You’re dangerous, night before your wedding, you probably have cold feet, I’m here. Maybe you want to be sure that you’re sure…”

You cocked your head. “Who said I wanted to fuck you, Chris Evans?”

Chris cocked his head too, mirroring you. “Who said ‘fuck?’ I was thinking you wanted to talk.”

He smirked and you scowled as the door opened.

Chris left you in the elevator stewing as he walked over to the black Tesla he’d rented. There was no other car on the deck.

You scoffed, and followed him out.

He was about to walk around to the driver's side door when you grabbed his arm before he made it. He stopped directly in front of the car.

“Do you mean to tell me that you don’t want me?” You were hot, in more ways than one.

Chris leaned back against the hood.

“That’s not what we’re talking about, y/n. You’re getting married tomorrow. To someone else.”

You smiled and reached up, fingers grazing his neck and playing with the hair at his nape. You ran your fingers through his beard. Kevin’s couldn’t compare.

“That’s tomorrow. Tonight I’m single as fuck.”

You stood on your tip toes and brushed your lips against his, reveling in the moan that came from his throat.

Chris fought to control his urge and continued with his act. His fingers tightened around your waist and you thought this was it. He turned you around in front of the car and then let you go, stepping back to pace back and forth.

“What? What is this? You’ve had almost a year. Kevin’s my friend. What do you want from me?”

He advanced on you, and you had to remember to breathe. He knew what you wanted.

“You. I want you, Chris.”

Chris attacked your lips with his own. He took two seconds to savor them before he ravaged your mouth with his tongue. You moaned and he broke from your mouth to re-discover your face, your neck, your cleavage. He had to control himself not to rip the bodice of your blush pink chiffon dress.

He had a raging hard on, which you were feeling up, remembering how you always struggled to take him. You wanted him to hurt you with it now.

“Give me this Chris… please…”

You were reaching into his pants, thumb caressing his wet, thick tip. He was leaking for you.

“Remember when you told me that I would meet you in a parking lot, and let you fuck me over the hood of your rental car? Even if I was with someone else?”

You pulled your hand out and started sucking your thumb, closing your eyes at the taste of Chris after so long. You pulled it out with a pop.

“You were so right.”

Chris practically growled, grabbed your arm and spun you, pushing your back until your chest hit the hood of the Model X. He leaned over you, pushing his covered crotch into the back of your dress, you moaned, wanting more. His mouth was at your ear.

“Oh, so you want to be my cock whore on the eve of your wedding to someone else.” You moaned because it was true.

“It’s been so long, Chris…”

He reached down in between you and flipped the flouncy skirt of your dress up, exposing you to the wind of New York City. He looked at it for a minute, your ass always his favorite.

He caressed it with both hands, pressing into you with his thumbs.

“So you want me to feel you up?” He pulled his hand back and sucked one of them, practically jumping for joy when he tasted you.

“You want me to pull your panties to the side….” and he did so, seeing your slick shine in the moonlight, and playing in it for a minute, tracing your lips and making you quiver around nothing.

The way you were moaning his name was everything right now.

Your face was pressed against the cool metal of the car, and it was the only thing tying you to the earth.

“Oh yes, Chris…. Please please yesss...fuck me… damn...stretch me out…”

Chris’s dick pulsed and he needed you around him. He moved close again and unzipped his pants, the sound making your knees weak.

He teased your cunt with his tip, collecting your arousal and smearing it not only around your pussy, but around your asshole.

“I know you’ve fucked him, but have you let him have your ass? Am I still the only one…?”

Chris was still playing the game.

“No, no, no… I haven’t let him… I haven’t given him anything. I’ve been celibate, too. It’s still yours Chris. All of me is still yours.”

Chris almost came just hearing you say it out loud. He already knew, but hearing you say it was the shit.

He pushed into you with a grunt, and it was difficult. He didn’t make it. Your cunt squeezed him out.

“Ffffuck, y/n. You’re practically closed down. Is it true?”

He started rocking his tip into your pussy slowly, both regretting and reveling in the fact that he didn’t stretch you out with his fingers beforehand. Then he decided that he wanted you to feel this fully.

You couldn’t answer, only responding with moans has he painfully breached you. You welcomed it, though.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah… yes Chris. Only you.. Since you and I….” Talking about it and the fact that you were taking him again made you wetter, and eased Chris’s way, although your pussy was already stinging with his girth. Your eyes rolled back in your head.

You would never get over this and were so grateful for the feeling again.

Chris watched you and had to grit his teeth to hold back from the reality that he was taking you again.

He leaned over you, hot breath huffing in your ear, puffing and groaning as he fucked you slowly. He was trying to feel every sensation. He wanted you to know that each and every millimeter of your glorious wet, tight pussy was his.

‘Ohhhh. Fuck Chris… YESSSS!” Your voice echoed off the concrete walls, and Chris wanted you louder.

“This what you wanted? You wanted your thick cock inside you again. Hunh? You wanted me to stretch your walls and fuck you raw, hunh?” He started speeding up in time with your moans.

“Such a fucking filthy cockslut for me, baby.” Chris grabbed your neck from the back. “Why didn’t you let Kevin hit, hunh?”

You didn’t answer, you just moaned and Chris smacked your ass, hard.

“Chris! Fuck!”

You screamed. You missed his ruthlessness when you fucked, you missed him making sure that you knew that he knew that you knew. You belonged to him.

“Please!”

“I know why.”

Chris stopped fucking you and pressed down harder on your back, reaching around to find your clit. He swirled around it once, then started to press down slowly.

“Because you would never beg him for that subpar dick that he has. You’re MY whore. You belong to me.”

He pressed down roughly, and you detonated around his dick. He didn’t have to move. Chris pulled out, leaving you cold and bereft.

You turned around and leaned up against the hood, panting and still desperate for him. He stood there in front of you, dick sticking out of his pants, which were ruined, and still rock hard and ready. He was in a quiet rage.

“Why did you leave me?”

You searched his face. He sounded like he was about to cry. You couldn’t quite see his entire face, but his eyes shone, bright with liquid. You went toward him.

“You hurt me Chris. I couldn’t stay. But let me take care of you now.”

You got on your knees in front of him, the hard concrete of the parking structure digging into your knees.

Again, you welcomed the physical pain, distracting you from what you were doing to Kevin, to Chris, and to yourself.

Chris felt like he could fly. You on your knees for him again was a dream.

He took his cock in his hand, stroking it, while moving close to you. In no time, the back of your head was in his palm, and you opened wide to accept him, hand coming up to stroke what you couldn’t fit.

“Ah, ah. Let me.”

You looked up at him to see an evil grin shine down on you.

Chris looked down on an angel trying to swallow him whole. He brushed the tears away from your eyes as you struggled to breathe. You were perfection.

Moaning around him, you relaxed your mouth and throat and let him use you. It was difficult, because you were out of practice, but you welcomed the letting go of all thought.

You dripped down your thighs as Chris pumped into you, ready to accept what he had to give.

After a few minutes, he stopped, and pulled out, grabbing you up to your feet.

Then he bent down and grabbed you by the back of your thighs and you wrapped your legs around his waist, kissing him and trying to grind down on his still-erect cock as he backed you to the car.

Your ass hit the hood, and Chris reached between you to first tear your panties off. He put them in his pocket as he swiped his dick up and down your dripping wet folds.

He looked back up to watch your face as he pushed inside you, now, an easier path to nirvana.

He pulsed as he watched the pleasure take over your face, with your mouth slack and your eyes glassed over. This was his main purpose in life and he almost lost it.

He brought his hand up to bring you closer, breathed into your mouth as he squeezed your throat. You were high instantly, and clamped down on his cock as your body was wracked with waves of pleasure.

Chris let your body descend back down to the car as he pumped his seed into you, his mind fantasizing that he was impregnating you.

He shook your body as the last ropes of cum spurted out of him. He ran his hand down your body as he pulled out, zipping up his pants as you came back to your senses on the hood of the car.

You stared at the stars as you realized what you had done. You sat up and adjusted your dress, gingerly climbing back down to the ground.

Chris kissed you on the forehead, and this time you let him get into the driver’s seat. You got in the passenger side and Chris reached into the glovebox and handed you some wet wipes.

“Fix your face. And your knees.”

He nodded down to your legs, which were dirty from the parking structure floor. He watched you wipe your knees off, but stopped you as you went higher.

“No. I want you to feel me all night long.”

You wanted to be a brat, but you didn’t feel like sass right about now. You felt kinda terrible.

You got another wet wipe and fixed your makeup as best you could as Chris drove you back to the restaurant.

“Chris, I…”

“I know. None of that meant that we’re back together. That was for some kind of something, I dunno, something Kevin might have done?”

You looked down, ashamed. Chris lifted your chin up with his hand.

“I want you to come to me on your own. You’ve gotten that out of your system, and I’m glad to be of service.” You looked up into his eyes and at his wry smile.

“But remember, you still have a choice. I’m here if you choose me.”

He leaned over and gave you a tender kiss in front of the restaurant.

You smiled at him and climbed out of the car, watching as he drove off.

Chris’s heart was beating out of his chest as he watched you turn and go back inside. He fought the urge to turn around. It was better this way.

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You walked in the restaurant, and pulled Kevin over to the side of the restaurant in dark alcove.

“Listen. Do you still want to marry me?”

He looked you up and down, taking in your state, from the faint marks on your neck to your scuffed knees. He knew exactly what was up.

You raised an eyebrow at him.

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Three hours later, a sleepy Chris answered the doorbell in Brooklyn.

He smiled at you, in the Captain America t-shirt and jeans that you’d stolen from him after a photoshoot, looking like his favorite Disney princess. You.

You took him in, clad in grey sweatpants that hung off his magnificently cut body. He blinked at you sleepily.

“The wedding is off. Chris, I….”

He reached out and grabbed you, pulling you in the brownstone and shutting the door behind you. He had you pinned up against the wall as you tried to speak.

“Shut up and let me taste you.”

You grinned and wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you upstairs.

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The next morning, Chris was on the phone with Scott.

“Yes, tell the workers at the warehouse to dump all the products….I don’t care, the river, the landfill…. Y/N can’t find out that I bought up all her stock…. We’re going to be married..... I know what the fuck I’m doing Scott. We leave for Aruba this afternoon. Listen, I’ll call you later.”

Chris hung up and turned to find you in the doorway, frowning and rubbing your eyes.

“We’re going to Aruba?”

You smiled and yawned, sleepily stretching. That was all that you’d heard of the conversation.

Chris gave you his stunner smile.

“Yes. It was going to be a surprise.”

He reached down and swung you up in his arms, carrying you into the bathroom bridal style.

“Now let’s get in the shower. You’ve been very naughty, gotta get you clean for your wedding day.”

You giggled as you relaxed in Chris’s arms. “It takes two to be naughty, Chris.”

He winked at you as he turned on the shower. “Don’t I know it.”

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earthchica · 3 years

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Birthday Surprise

IMAGINE You and Chris are married with three kids and you throw him a big surprise birthday party.

Warning: Fluff, Slight Smut.

Word Count: 1.3K

Note: HAPPY 40th BIRTHDAY, CHRIS!

CHRIS

"Wake up, daddy! it's your special day!" The twins were jumping up and down on the bed with excitement.

I had to register on what they meant and quickly came to realize it was my birthday today, just another reminder of me getting old.

"Okay, I'm up, I'm up," I said, sitting up from the bed and stretching my limbs, before moving the blankets and swinging my legs at the edge of the bed.

"Come on daddy!" The twins said at the same time with a giggle, dragging me downstairs to the kitchen.

My nose was filled with the scent of homemade breakfast.

"Good Morning, birthday boy," My beautiful wife says with a happy smile, throwing her arms in the air.

"Girls this is-" I stopped and placed a hand over my chest. The kitchen was decorated with balloons, party hats, confetti, and a big buffet breakfast on the table.

Y/N made her way towards me, placing a birthday hat on my head while giving me a big kiss.

"This is amazing, girls. thank you so much!" I said with a smile.

I came over to the table and kissed the top of my son's head. He was beaming brightly in his highchair while eating cut-up fruit.

The twins came to sit at the table as Y/N went to get something and once she got back to the table.

We started eating breakfast and chatting a little bit. Shortly after breakfast, we were in the living room and I was opening my present from Y/N and the kids.

YOU

You smiled softly, watching the twins proudly present each birthday gift to their dad. Chris opened them with a giant smile on his face.

"I love this so much. Thank you so much, ladybugs!" He says. The twins' face lit up with a smile, stretching from ear to ear as they both jumped into his arms for a hug.

You’ve always wondered what type of father Chris would be and now that you both have three beautiful children together.

Seven year old girl twins and a four year old boy.

He’s such a great, loving, protective father, and there was no doubt in your mind that he wasn't gonna be all those things.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn't even notice that Chris said something.

He repeats while nudging you with his shoulder; one eye lifted in confusion at your far-off look.

You snapped up, and your e/c eyes locked with his concerned blue eyes. "What?"

"I asked, what do you have planned for today?"

"Oh, sorry!" You said with a chuckle, taking the time to wrap your arm around his arm and laying your head on his shoulder.

"Well, we'll go on our daily family walk and then come back.”

“Then chill out for a couple of hours until the big surprise tonight which I'm not telling you anything about?" You said lifting your head to look at him.

"That sounds great, alright let's go," Chris said, kissing your cheek and getting up from the couch.

CHRIS

Once we got the kids and ourselves dressed and ready.

Instead of going on our daily walk around the block, we ended up going to the local dog pack where we let Dodger off the leash.

I sat underneath a tree with my son in my arms and watched with a smile as Y/N and the twins ran around and played fetch with Dodger.

I smiled heartily at how far I grew and reflected on my incredible life.

I had everything I'd ever wanted, a gorgeous wife, three beautiful children, an amazing dog, a wonderful family, and a great career that I loved.

gratitude changes everything

After the dog park and getting some lunch on the way home, it was time for the big surprise tonight.

"I'm driving and put this one," She ordered, handing me a red blindfold before putting the kids in the car.

I got in the passenger's seat and put on the blindfold.

During the car ride, we sang to every song on the road playlist, laughing as each song held a different type of memory.

When we arrived at whatever the hell we were, Y/N told me to stay in the car.

While she got the kids out of the car, not wanting to take me inside before checking everything was ready.

A few minutes went by, she came back and guided me out of the car to the entrance of a house.

"Okay, you ready babe?" She asked as we came to a stop.

"I was born ready, sweetheart!" I smiled happily as she giggled, taking the blindfold off.

The room was dark for a second till the lights were turned on. All of my family and friends jumping up all at once, letting out an echoing

"SURPRISE!". A huge smile grew on my face as I took in the scene before me.

I scanned the room, took in all of the decorations that were placed around as everyone crowded around me, giving lots of hugs and birthday wishes.

After greeting everyone and chatting with them a little bit. I caught a glance at Y/N’s who was recording my reaction.

She made her way towards me with a bright smile and I wrapped my arms around her, giving her a tight squeeze before letting go.

"Thank you so much, baby. This is so sweet and thoughtful." I said, looking down at her moving my arms down her waist.

"Anything for you, Chris. Now let's have some fun, birthday boy!" Y/N says with a smile. I smiled back and gave her a small peck on the lips before the party began.

YOU

Chris's birthday party went on for a couple of hours with a lot of laughter, love, dancing, and good conversation in a cheerful atmosphere.

And After Chris had received lots of love from all of us and plenty of presents.

It was time to sing happy birthday, the lights turned off once again and someone stepped out with a beautifully designed cake that had a lot of white candles.

Everyone started to sing, sync and cheer once Chris made a wish and blew out the candles.

After eating cake and conversing some more, it was time to call it a night.

You, Chris and Scott pitched in to help his mom clean up as everyone left, saying they'd see us very soon.

Heading out now since Mrs. Evans said you should get the kids home because they were all sleeping on the couch.

Once you got home and got the kids bathed, in their PJs and the bed. You and Chris went to take a shower together and had a little special time in the shower.

You and him couldn't get enough of each other, especially at the party, there was a lot of touching and smooching here and there.

"You like that, baby?" Chris asked as your nails scratched down his back as he continued to go faster and deeper.

"Yes, Chris. Oh, fuck right there. I'm so close, babe!" You said whimpering, trying your best to keep a grip on his shoulders.

And re-secure your legs around his waist as he keeps hitting your g-spot over and over again.

"Me too, beautiful!" Chris says, low and gravelly, pulling you into a kiss. Almost audible over the slap of wet skin and the water all around you both.

"CHRIS!!" You moaned into the kiss, coming hard and needy. Chris quickly followed after a few more thrusts, spilling inside of you.

As you still clung to him, hips eventually slowed before pulling away and setting you down on shaky legs.

When you both finished cleaning ourselves in the shower.

You and Chris stepped out, dried each other off, and now you both were dressed and cuddling in the bed.

"Thanks again. This was the best birthday ever, babe. I love you" Chris whispered in your ear, kissing the top of your head.

He began trailing his fingers up and down your spine which brought a smile on your face.

"You're welcome, baby. I love you too and I'm happy you had a great day." You said softly, moving up to gently kiss him.

You pulled away, beaming ear to ear gracefully into Chris's chest, glad that everything went great and that your hubby had a great 40th birthday.

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angywritesstuff · 3 years

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“Happy birthday Mr Evans”

Pairings: Chris Evans x reader

Summery: Chris thought that the best gift you ever gave him was saying yes to marrying him during Christmas three years ago. He never thought you could top that

Chris had always thought that the best gift you ever could have given him was saying yes to marrying him during Christmas three years ago. I mean how could you top that, right?

Wrong!

You had been able to top that last year during your anniversary when you had gifted him with a beautiful Patriots baby onesie with “Baby Evans” written on the back. Chris had been ecstatic: knowing you were pregnant with his child was the best gift ever. So yeah he was sure now: you couldn’t top that.

He had begged you not to get anything for his birthday: you were eight months long and he didn’t want you to exhaust yourself by looking for a birthday gift for him. Beside he didn’t need anything, he had everything he had always wanted: you had made sure of it.

Chris woke up the morning of his birthday and immediately looked for you, but you weren’t laying beside him: why were you not in bed? Why were you not in bed cuddling him the day of his birthday? You knew how much he liked smothering you and your bump as soon as he woke up.

Since you had told him you were pregnant, the first thing he did, right after kissing you good morning, was talking and showing his love to your baby bump. So why weren’t you there?

Chris lightly raised his head from his pillow and he noticed Dodger on his bed. Well that was even weirder: since you had been pregnant (even before you knew it) Dodger had been your personal bodyguard, he left your side only for his walks and even then Chris had to practically begged him to go out. Let’s say the dog would prefer when you decided to accompany them too. Chris was very proud of his buddy, it was clear he had taken his new big brother status very seriously.

So how come you had left the bed and Dodger hadn’t followed you?

“Dodge? Where is your mom?”- he asked the dog that looked at him whining a little, showing his evident displeasure about not knowing.

Chris was just about to get up and come looking for you when the bedroom door opened and he was left speechless.

You were in a new set of lingerie that not only flaunted your beautiful breast but also framed your beautiful baby bump.

Chris knew you were wearing it only for him and not only because it was his birthday but most of all because you had been very unsure about your body lately, even if he had never stopped telling and showing you how much he loved your body every day.

You had always been stunning and Chris had never been able to resist you, not even when Scott introduced you for the very first time (you two had ended up in bed together that day to Scott’s displeasure and Chris’ smugness) But since you were pregnant and in particular since you had started showing, Chris had almost gone insane with his need to have you.

Did it make him a caveman that rejoice in his efficiency in getting his woman pregnant? Maybe.

Did he care? Hell to the fuck not!

Anyway… you were stunning and Chris knew he was the luckiest man in the world.

You stood on the door just for another moment looking at him.

“Don’t you dare laugh at me, ok?”- you warned him

“Of all the things I’m thinking about doing, laughing isn’t one of them, baby. I promise you”- he licked his lips. He wanted to devour you… well carefully devour you of course.

He wasn’t sure why you were so nervous, it couldn’t be only because of the lingerie, you should have noticed how positively affected he was by you right now. And by positive affected he meant he was painfully hard.

“Baby, are you-” you shushed him before he could finish and cleared your throat and before he knew it you were singing to him and he was smiling like a crazy man. God… he loved you so much.

“Happy birthday Mr Evans… happy birthday to you”- you sensually sang while gently getting on the bed with him.

“You’re so beautiful baby”- he said once you had finished and were laying beside him.

“I’m ridiculous, I don’t even know why I thought it was a good idea. Who would want a whale to sing them happy birthday?”- you whined

“A sexy whale”- he laughed when you playfully smack him

“Come here. Let me show you how much I love you, you birthday man”- you said

You were so caught in Chris’s kisses and hands roaming all over your body that you almost didn’t notice.

“Chris”- you moaned while he was playing with your clit. And suddenly he stopped, his hand was no longer on you.

“Well I’m getting better and better it seems”- he smiled smug while looking at his wet hand

“Oh my god! Chris I didn’t come”- you didn’t know if you should laugh at him or smack him behind the head

“What?”- he was so confuse and so adorable

“Those were my waters, they broke”- you smiled

“What?”

“My waters just broke, baby”- you raised your eyebrow at him

“Oh my god, oh my god… your waters broke. Dodge mommy waters just broke… I’m becoming a daddy. Let’s go let’s go let’s go”- he said while jumping around the room. Dodger started barking and you couldn’t help yourself but laugh.

“You’re behaving like a four year old baby, not a forty years old man”

“Who cares! I’m going to be a daddy”- he said while helping you up.

The road to the hospital was mostly calm, your contractions weren’t fun but you couldn’t wait to meet your baby.

Only when you were on a wheelchair in the hospital you remember

“Oh my god baby, I totally forgot. There is a surprise birthday party for you tonight. I’m so sorry”- you were so crushed , you had spent so much time organizing the party for him and now he couldn’t even enjoy it

“Don’t worry once you’re set in your room, I’m gonna call Ma and Scott to tell them you’re having the baby and I’ll tell Scott to tell everybody else, ok?”- he gently caressed your cheek

“I’m so… uhhh… so sorry baby”- you scream while having another contraction.

Chris really didn’t know how you did it, you were so strong: it had almost been 8 hours of labor but at the end your baby was here and Chris couldn’t stop smiling.

“He’s so beautiful”- he said while looking at his son… he had a son

“Happy birthday Mr Evans… and happy birthday baby Evans”- you smiled while singing again…

And Chris almost cried.

He had always thought the best gift you had ever given him was saying yes to marrying him during Christmas three years ago, but you had proved him wrong two years later when you told him you were pregnant during your anniversary. He had been sure then you could never top that gift.

You proved him wrong once again during his 40th birthday when you gave him his son, with whom he now shared his birthday. It was perfect.

Author note: I wanted to write something for Chris’ birthday and I don’t know why I thought about my cousin’s son who last year was born the day of his dad’s birthday… I think it’s so cute they share a birthday now

Anyway… English is not my first language so I’m sorry if there are any mistakes… I’m pretty sure there is a part that’s not super clear but I don’t know how to fix it 😂

Like always FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME AND APPRECIATED ❤️

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