#chrisevansfanfic

[liecastillo]

Cover Up // Chris Evans

Chris Evans x female reader ?? idk lol

Summary: It’s late and not safe to drive home. The only possible solution is to stay at Chris’ house overnight. But with that masive crush? Yeah, it’s a pain in the ass...

Warnings: masturbation, use of vibrator, huge crush on Chris, CHRIS (hopefully that’s all, this is my first rodeo ever, lol)

Wordcount: 2.5k

!!beware of all the mistakes, English is not my native language!!

A/N: Hello and welcome to my first ever story written in English! I’m very VERY nervous about posting this but since I’ve already put in the work when writing this, it would be a shame if it just stayed in my computer, wouldn’t it?

A big thanks to @keanureevesisbae for being such a great helper and supporter! ❤️

Enjoy!

I hummed and cracked my neck. After hours of sitting in one position it was stiff as hell and my back wasn’t doing any better. I sighed and leaned back in the chair in the dining area of Chris‘ house.

“I think we‘re done for today,“ Chris said and finished his fourth bottle of beer. I hummed in agreement and closed my eyes for a second to give them some rest. But as quickly as I shut them down, I opened them again when I realized it was pitch dark outside. Annoyed, I groaned at the thought of the forty-minute drive back home.

We planned to end our planning session way earlier, but between laying out all the meetings, interviews, table reads and filming days so they don’t overlay over each other, we kinda got lost and forgot to watch the time.

It was worth it though. We planned out almost the next four months and everything should go smoothly. Should.

Chris must have been reading my mind as his eyes went from my small frame to the window and then back to me.

“You can stay overnight if you want to. The guest bedroom is ready for you… as always,“ he offered.

As always. I knew it was a jab at me because every time he offered something remotely close to staying overnight in his house, I dodged the offer and opted to rather drive back home. It was better that way. I was sure about that.

I didn’t know if I would be able to handle a whole damn night in a place where every corner smells like… him. Even being in his proximity for the whole afternoon and evening proved to be challenging.

Of course, this was not always the case. No.

It started pretty recently. Or maybe a couple of months ago but time flies by fast when you’re having fun - and Chris was a lot of fun. I mean, he always was. That’s just who Chris is. He’s the fun uncle, always joking and pranking everyone else and being friendly with basically everybody.

But I felt like he stopped being friendly with me a long time ago. It started with simple touches, like touching my waist so we don’t collide with each other when he walks by me in tight spaces, and even simpler gestures, like making sure I drink enough water during the day (because he knows that has been my whole life struggle) and always bringing me something to snack on (because he knows I have a very sweet tooth).

And I already had a massive crush on him before all of this. But now? Now I don’t even know what to do anymore. He was becoming more and more attractive to me with every little thing he did every day and it was starting to feel unbearable.

Actually, I wouldn’t be surprised at all if my underwear is completely drenched after spending so much time with him.

I wiggled in my chair and realised that I in fact could really feel something wet and sticky between my legs. Oh boy.

Chris looked at me with a very pointed look. Shit. I have been quiet for too long, I haven’t given him any answer to his offer.

I shook my head to get any and all horny thoughts out of there and licked my lips before gently biting the lower one.

“I don’t know, Chris,“ I murmured.

Chris sighed and shrugged.

“It’s all up to ya but you know I would love to have you over for once so you don’t have to drive all the way home. I mean, c’mon… It can’t even be safe anymore with how tired you are.“

Reluctantly I nodded in agreement and sighed. I pondered over his arguments about why I should stay and I have to say he IS right - I am tired. And yes, it is not the safest thing to drive for so long in this state. Was there any other choice though? No.

I mean yes, but that included staying with Chris. Ugh, this situation is so frustrating…

“C’mon, I’m going to give you some fresh towels and something to sleep in,“ Chris chirped. Crap, he must have taken my silence as a yes. I opened and closed my mouth like a fish on dry land, but I couldn’t think of any more reasons, why I couldn’t stay. I think I officially ran out of them the last time he offered.

With a lot of hesitation evident in my body language, I stood up and followed him to the laundry room. He handed me some towels and his t-shirt and shorts. HIS t-shirt AND shorts.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. What the heck.

I inhaled deeply to calm myself down. However, it was a mistake, because I only inhaled more of his scent wafting from his t-shirt that I held pressed to my chest together with the towels. I almost whined like a kicked puppy while we were walking down the hall to the guest bedroom.

“If you need anything, text me or call for me, mkay?“ he said.

“Mhm,“ I murmured – I didn’t feel brave enough to say something else. But after we stood in the hallway for a minute and no one said anything, I took it upon myself to get this over with.

“Thank you, Chris, you’re very kind. Good night.“

“Always happy to help, ya know that,“ he said.

“I know,“ I replied.

“Good night,“ Chris said before he disappeared into his room.

I sighed and also went into my room for the night. I looked around and admired the king-sized bed with silky white sheets and a mountain of pillows. There were bedside tables on both sides of the bed and there were lamps and tissue boxes on both of them. There were two doors on the right – one of them led to the bathroom and the other one… probably a closet?

I placed my bag on the bed together with Chris’ clothes and the towels he gave me and rummaged through my bag. Aha! Thank you irregular period for making me carry another set of underwear with me wherever I go.

I walked to the open door that led to the bathroom and stepped in there. Maybe a nice shower will calm me down and help me to handle everything.

I stripped down and climbed into the spacious shower. I turned the water on and set it to a hot temperature. Just the right one. I sighed and leaned into the wall for support.

Resting my forehead on the wall I closed my eyes and thought back to everything that has happened today and everything that I still need to do tomorrow and in the next couple of days. But those thoughts haven’t lasted for a long time.

Slowly but surely they were being replaced by blue eyes, bushy beard and soft brown hair. The smell of cedar wood and citrus swarmed around me. Thick arms with popping veins wrapped around my waist and a hot and sticky body pressed to mine. Smooth skin brushed against mine and my knees started to shake. I quickly opened my eyes and looked around in panic but I quickly realized it was just my damn own fantasy.

Shaking my head I scrubbed down my body and climbed out of the shower. I should not have thoughts like that, it’s only going to make things worse for me. I dried myself and put on my underwear but held back from putting on Chris‘ clothes. I stared at it laying on the closed laundry basket and contemplated if this is a good idea.

Picking it up I brought it up to my nose and sniffed it.

Cedarwood, citrus, musk and… Dodger.

I groaned and threw it back on the laundry basket. He doesn’t have to know, what eyes can’t see…

I went back to the room and grabbed my tee from today. It’s not that dirty and I think I will be able to survive in it throughout the night and until I get back home.

While I was in the bathroom I noticed an electric toothbrush by the sink and there were new toothbrush heads so I decided to take advantage of it and brush my teeth.

After putting the tee on and quickly brushing my teeth, I climbed into the bed and wrapped myself up in the blanket.

The plan was to fall asleep as soon as possible but so far I was failing miserably. I was just tossing and turning and I could not for the life of me get rid of the ache between my thighs. I rubbed them against each other and whined.

My imagination took a strike again.

I swear I could feel huge palms wrap around my thighs and pull them apart. They gently glided from my knee to my core and created a path of goosebumps.

I shuddered and parted my legs a bit more. Gentle fingers brushed against my core and my hips bucked up.

With a moan, I opened my eyes and realized those were in fact my small fingers trying to find their way inside my underwear. I groaned and threw away the blanket that was not helping with the heat I was feeling all over my poor horny body.

There is no way back or more like no way I’m going to be able to fall asleep feeling like this. I have to do only one thing possible right now, otherwise, I’ll be just tossing and turning the whole night regretting everything that has happened today.

Hesitantly I stalked towards my handbag and took out my pale blue vibrator. I may regret this in the future but what else should a woman like me do when she is around such a fine man as Chris.

So far I managed to avoid masturbating while thinking of Chris but I think today’s the day I’m going to break one of my rules that were supposed to help me not to fall in love with him even more.

They were totally useless.

I took a deep breath and laid back on the bed. Again, I spread my legs and pressed the buzzing vibrator to my clothed core.

And as before, I let my mind wander wherever it wanted to in order to get off.

I was thinking about his blue eyes. His smile and his sexy bushy beard. Oh, how amazing it would feel if it would just brush on the sides of my thighs and then all over my over-sensitive bundle of nerves.

How amazing his full lips and pink tongue would feel lapping on my folds and the juices dripping down from my pussy.   

How his hands would rub on my thighs first and then move to my belly before deferring down to my waist to pin me down to the bed.

My hips bucked up and down and my back arched. I hummed in contentment and bit my lip.

My pussy started to clench and my whole body began to shake and quiver with ecstasy.

The orgasm was so magical that my ears started to buzz and my vision became blurry before I tightly closed my eyes while I enjoyed the rest of the ride.

I clasped a hand over my mouth to cover up a moan that came to the surface.

The corners of my mouth went up and I sighed with relief.

However, that relief was quickly gone when I heard a knock on the door.

I panicked. My heart started to pound and my ears started to buzz, although right now it was for a completely different reason.

Oh no. It must be Chris. There is no one else in the house. Unless Dodger learnt how to knock on the door which is very unlikely he managed to do in the last half an hour.

I sat on the bed and looked around. There is no way he did not hear the buzzing of my vibrator and he is not stupid, he’s definitely going to put the pieces together.

Suddenly I got an idea.

I jumped from the bed and silently ran to the bathroom, grabbed the electric toothbrush and quickly ran back to the bedroom and to the door.

This should work, or at least confuse him enough if he heard something.

I exhaled to slow down the beating of my heart and with the next inhale I opened the door.

And there he was.

Clad in sleeping shorts and nothing else.

Oh sweet lord.

My eyes scanned his torso up and down. All of the tattoos he wore on his body and all of the abs he worked so hard for. Even the fine hair on his chest that looked disgusting on anyone else yet so sexy on Chris.

I looked up at his eyes and noticed a puzzled look in his blue ponds.

They jumped from my eyes to the still buzzing electric toothbrush in my hand and then to my t-shirt that clearly showed my erect nipples.

Damn, I didn’t even realize that.

He opened his mouth but nothing came out.

He tried again and this time he said: “I thought I heard…“ He did not finish the sentence, instead, his eyes flashed again to the electric toothbrush I held in my hand.

Oh god. Please no.

I turned it off and took a breath to say something but before I could say anything, he was faster.

“Ya know what… Whatever… I just wanted to say good night again and to make sure you’ve got everything you need. So… Good night!“

He quickly turned on his heel and went away from the guest bedroom I stayed in.

I sighed and bit my lip.

I closed the door and laid back in the bed. I turn on my side and stared at the electric toothbrush I placed on the nightstand next to the bed.

Should I have covered it up? Wouldn’t it be better to just let it be and deal with the consequences? Wouldn’t it be better to just let him think whatever he wants to think?

I don’t know, and I guess I’ll never know it because what is done, is done.

Tomorrow I have to get out of here as soon as possible. No breakfast, no coffee, just a simple goodbye, and I’ll be on my way home because after this, I can’t even look him straight in the eyes without coming back to that feeling when I came with him in front of my eyes.

I’ll have to avoid him for at least a week before I can see him again without turning into a full-on tomato. 

Oh well. That actually won’t be possible.

Tomorrow afternoon is a photoshoot day. 

For Gucci. 

Which means half-naked Chris.

Yeah, I’ll have to find a last-minute excuse as to why I can not come because if I’ll see half-naked Chris, I will come, but in a whole ‘nother way…

I don’t know, what do you guys think?

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[cutedisneygrl]

New Year's Kiss

This is a one shot idea I got from @krissy25. Thanks for this idea. I loved writing this. I had fun with this.

Warnings: none, just cute, fluff.

Y/N and Chris have been married almost a year. Chris has been away filming a movie, so you have been at home alone. You miss like crazy, but you understand its work, so you try to be understanding but it’s still hard for you. You are hoping he will be back by New year’s. It will be your first New Years as a married couple. It is Dec 30th, and you are lying in bed waiting for Chris to facetime you like he does every night. You look at the clock and see it is almost 11:30 pm. He has normally called by now, you’re getting a little worried. You had been reading and stop setting your book down on the table beside you. You sigh and just start to lay down when your phone rings. You pick it up and see Chris’s face. You smile.

            “Hey sweetie!”

            “Hey buttercup. How’s my girl?”

            “I’m okay. I was starting to think I wasn’t going to hear from you tonight.”

            “I know its late and I’m sorry. It has been a busy day.” He sighs a little.

            “You sound tired.”

            “I am.”

            “At least you will be home tomorrow, and you can get some rest and we can spend new year’s together.”

            Chris then gets quiet and presses his lips together.

            “Chris, sweetie, what’s wrong.”

            “Buttercup I’m sorry I will be able to make it by New Years.”

            “What! But it’s our first New Years as a married couple!”

            “I know, and I’m sorry. I am still filming and I…I can’t leave. Please forgive me and don’t be upset.”

            “But what about the party and…”

            “You go and have fun.”

            “But I won’t have fun without you, and I won’t have anyone to kiss at midnight.” You frown and try to keep yourself from crying.

            “Y/N I’m sorry. Truly. I want to be there. You know that. I love you and I would if I could. When I get home in a few days we will celebrate together, and I will make it up to you I promise.”

You continue to frown but nod at him.

            “Please buttercup be strong for me and smile. I can’t stand to see you sad. I love you. I will talk to you tomorrow, alright? I will call you at midnight tomorrow or a little before. I promise!”

You nod again still not saying it.

            “Buttercup please give me a smile before I leave. I want to see my girl smile.”

You sniff and force a smile at him.

He laughs. “Well, that’s not perfect but it will do. Talk to you tomorrow. Sweet dreams. I love you.”

You sniff again. “I love you too sweetie, goodnight.”

As soon as Chris hangs up your tears fall. You can’t believe you won’t see him on New Years. You and him had planned on going to Scarlett’s party and all your friends would be there but the one person you wanted to be with you wouldn’t be. You have no one to kiss at midnight. You set your phone on the charger and rolled over and laid your head on your pillow. You closed your eyes and tried to sleep.

            The next day you wake up to Dodger licking your face. “Dodger!” you say pushing him away.

            You look over at the clock beside your bed and see its 9:00 am.

            “Well, no wonder your waking me up. Okay come on I’ll let you out and feed you.”

Just as you get up your phone goes off. You see it’s a text from Chris. You open it.

            Chris-Good morning buttercup! I love you! I love you so much! You’re amazing! You’re beautiful! My love, my everything, my girl! 😘 🥰 ❤️❤️😍❤️‍🔥

You try not to cry as you see his message but he’s so sweet. You send a message back.

            Y/N-Morning sweetie. I love you too. I love you so much. Your sweet! Thank you. I feel the same way about you. You mean the world to me, and I don’t know what I’d do without you. 😘🥰❤️💞

You carry your phone out in the living room. “Come on Dodger let’s go.”

Dodger follows you. You slide on the glass door and Dodger runs out. While Dodger is outside you fix yourself a cup of coffee. You had set your phone on the island, and it goes off. You walk over and look down. A text from Scarlett

            Scarlette-Hey girl! Are you and Chris still coming tonight?

            Y/N-Just me. Chris won’t be back 🥺

            Scarlette-Oh I’m sorry to hear that. Well, I can’t wait to see you. You can get here at 5 or earlier if you want.

            Y/N-Okay I will be there. Thanks girl.

You hear that your coffee is done from the Keurig and pick it up. You add some creamer then you take a sip. “Hmmm my favorite, French vanilla.”

You look over and see that Dodger is at the door. You open the sliding door and let him in. He walks in and walks over to his bowl. Seeing it’s empty he looks up at you.

            “Oh, sorry bubba.”

You walk over to the pantry and grab the jinx dog food and pour some in his bowl.

            “There you go boy.” You say rubbing his head.

You continue to drink your coffee and decide what you want to eat. You’re not really that hungry. You decide on a piece of toast. While you’re waiting for your toast you hear your phone. You look over.

            Scott-How’s my favorite sister-in-law? ☺️

You smile. Oh Scott, Chris’s brother, he’s great. You and got close and have become best friends.

            Y/N-I’m okay. Not the greatest

            Scott-Oh no! What’s wrong with my bf?

            Y/N-Chris told me last night he wouldn’t be here for New years🥺

            Scott-Oh I’m sorry 🥺🤗You have me! I can be your date! You can even kiss me at midnight 😉 😂

            Y/N- 😂 Oh Scott, your crazy! Lol Thanks for the offer, your sweet. I will definitely hang out with you but as far as kissing you, probably not.

            Scott- 💔 you just broke my heart 🥺my favorite sister-in-law, bf won’t kiss me 😭

You laugh again. You know Scott is joking.

            Y/N-okay fine I will kiss you on the cheek! Chris wouldn’t like if I he found out I kissed more than that 😉 ☺️

            Scott-Who says he has to find out 😉😏☺️

            Y/N-Scott you’re a mess! God, I love you! I will see you later. Scarlette told me I could come around 4.”

            Scott-Why don’t I pick you up? You will be my date, right?

            Y/N-What about Steve? Are you not going with him?

            Scott-Oh no. 🥺 he had something come up and won’t there with me.

            Y/N-Oh I’m sorry. Well, you can be my date since both will be partner less.

            Scott-Sounds good! I will you see at 3:30 then ☺️

You spend the day curled on the couch watching your favorite Chris Movies. Then you look at the clock and see it is 2:30. You realize you need to get ready. You walk into your bedroom and get yourself ready. At 3:30 on the dot there is a knock. You walk to the door, open it and there stands Scott.

            “Wow!”

            “Y/N your beautiful! Chris is missing out.”

You smile. “Thanks Scott.”

            “Well, you ready?”

            “Yep, lets go.”

You follow Scott to his car. You arrive at Scarlette’s a few minutes later. She greets you at the door.

            “Scott, Y/N come in!”

You walk in and see Downey, Hemsworth, Renner, Ruffalo, and Sebastian. Sebastian approaches you.

            “Y/N, where’s Chris?”

            “He couldn’t be here. He is still filming.”

Downey overhears and walks over. “You said Evans isn’t coming?”

            “Nope, he’s filming.” He sees Scott standing beside you. “So, you’re cheating on his with his brother? Nice.” He smiles.

You laugh. “Of course, not. He just came with me since Chris couldn’t come and Steve is gone.”

            “Surrre.” Downey jokes and smiles.

As you walk around and try to mingle with the people you have come to know through Chris, you find yourself actually having a good time. You have somewhat forgotten that Chris isn’t there. You drink a little, but not much. You have never really been a drinker and you’re always careful. You start to have fun. It isn’t until Scarlette says, “It’s almost time for the ball to drop!” that you realize Chris isn’t there and you won’t be able to kiss him. You hold back tears, and you look at the screen.

Everyone starts shouting “10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!”

You sniff and hold back the tears closing your eyes but then all of sudden you feel arms around you and lips against yours. You open your eyes and see Chris.

            “Chris!” You scream and throw your arms around him.

            “Happy New Year buttercup! I love you!”

            “Oh Chris! I love you too! I thought…. I thought you….”

            “I made some changes, begged my manager to let me come on for a few days. I couldn’t not be with my girl on New Years! Our first New Years married.” He smiles. “Your beautiful by the way.” He then leans in a whispers in your ear “It’s a little short though. Glad I’m here to keep the guys away from you. I can’t wait to get it off of you later.”

            You smile and laugh. “Oh, Chris! I love you! I love you so much!”

Chris smiles and kisses you again but this time a little more passionately. You were happy. Happy that Chris had come home, even if it was only for a few days. You were able to get your News Year Kiss, kiss the one person who meant the world to you, who had your heart.

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[deanscherrypie69]

So I have a question for my long time Chris Evans readers…

Do y’all remember a story called ‘Pervy neighbor Steve’

My old username used to be foreverenchantingchrisevans 😭😭😭😭😭

because I was the one who wrote that…. LMAOOO I deleted it but I’m thinking about brining it back… pls lmk if you would like for me to bring it back…. My inbox is open!

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[marvel132]

Chris Evans X Reader Smut (on Wattpad)

 You and Chris broke up about four months ago and have to see each other at a party. Once you guys get to talking he invites you over for a drink... and things get spicy. Lots of smut below, be prepared.

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[crevans-stan]

Hi, I write Chris Evans fanfics :) check them out! #chrisevans #chrisevansfanfic

[princessmisery666]

Infatuation & Isolation

Summary: A series of drabbles of Chris meeting his neighbour and the relationship that develops between them.

Warnings: fluff, meet-cute, Dodger being a good wingman, pandemic, slow burn.

W/C: 3.5k (over 7 drabbles)

Characters: Chris Evans, Dodger Evans, OFC.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sienna.

Bingo: @anyfandomfluffbingo Square Filled: Girl next door

Notes: I’m based in the UK, so I have used the rules of our lockdowns or amended them slightly to fit the fic. I don’t specify Chris’ profession so make your own assumptions.

Special shoutout: @thegirlwhorunswithwinchesters helped with ideas and was a cheerleader.

A/N: The series is complete but I may add to it if inspiration strikes.

Betas: @firefly-in-darkness // @cockslut-padalecki // @deanwinchesterswitch

Graphics: pictures found on google/Chris Evans Instagram page.

Week 1: Piano

W/C: 403 Warnings: fluff, meet cute, Chris playing the piano.

Chris meets his neighbour for the first time.

Week 2: Cookies

W/C: 394 Warnings: fluff.

Chris invites Sienna to join him and Dodger in their social bubble.

Week 3: Food Fight

W/C: 613 Warnings: fluff, bad baking.

Banana bread takes over their lives so they decide to try something new, but it doesn't quite go to plan.

Week 4: Photos

W/C: 460 Warnings: fluff, sleepy Dodger, cuteness overload.

After a full day Sienna falls asleep with Dodger and the cuteness is too much for Chris to handle.

Week 6: Homesick

W/C: 285 Warnings: pining, fluff.

Sienna says a long goodbye to Chris and Dodger before she leaves to visit her family.

Week 7: Miss You

W/C: 231 Warnings: bit of anxiety for sending a risky text, fluff.

Sienna has been gone a few days. Chris and Dodger miss her, so Chris makes sure she knows.

Week 9: TikTok Trends

W/C: 882 Warnings: fluff, Dodger being a good wingman, cuteness, first kiss.

Sienna wants to try out a TikTok trend with Chris and Dodger.

Master Lists: Main // AF Fluff Bingo

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[writing4mycuties]

Life in Quarantine

Part 2

***please don't copy or post my work, but feel free to reblog, like and comment! ***

It wasn't a hard decision to make. Chris wanted me to stay with him for now while the world dealt with the crisis of this virus. Every state had different rules in place but for the most part, it was very similar. The first thing I did was call my parents. Not because I needed permission, I was well past the age of that, but out of respect and common courtesy. This was pretty serious and I would always be their child so I wanted to talk this decision through with them. Chris and I called them via video to talk to them about it.

The conversation went well and they gave us their blessing to ‘live together’ instead of being separate for who knows how long. They knew I would be well taken care of and with technology today, we could talk through video. My job also contacted me with my next contracted assignment and it was going to be set up remotely which meant I could work from wherever I wanted. Chris made a space in his office for my computer and things I would need right next to his.

His live video interviews would be done in the alcove off of the kitchen/dining room or in his bedroom for the most part. This would be safe for keeping our relationship private longer. We had done a good job so far, aside from the occasional speculations made throughout social media and his fans. This pandemic would be easy to keep our secret going since we didn’t plan to be out until we knew more about things. I had seen how some fans, not many when compared to amount of fans he has, would react to the knowledge of Chris having a girlfriend in the past. There was no doubt in my mind people would hate me, but I knew that going into this.

Scott was doing some things remotely for work just like Chris and I. His room was over the garage on the other side of the house. It was actually like a living suite almost. Needless to say, he’d be just as comfortable there as an apartment or him mom’s. Jennifer Garner started a charity for kids when the quarantine began and of course Chris found out and signed up to participate. I followed Chris on Instagram but we decided he didn’t need to follow me because fans would definitely pick up on him following a random girl. He had a private Instagram with a fake name that he followed friends and family and me on. I was in the middle of setting my things up in the office when I received a notification that Chris had posted something. Yeah, corny I know, I get notifications for my boyfriend, but what can I say? He is pretty damn cute.

Watching the video of Chris reading, ‘If You Give A Dog A Donut’, my smile basically split my face in two. At first I wasn’t too keen on him cutting his hair. But watching this video reminded me of how much I loved this look on him. Sometimes I couldn’t understand how this man made flannel and a buzzcut look as hot as he did.

That cute little smile made me feel like he actually pictured himself sitting in a preschool reading this to a bunch of kids and it warmed my heart. Seeing the soft side of this big, strong man always made me feel like I won the lottery.

Right when the video ended, I was brought out of my own thoughts when Chris snuck up on me. “YOU ALREADY WATCHED IT? Oh man! You need to turn off those notifications!”

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March 22 Scott buzzed his head too, just not as well as Chris had.

Chris had buzzed his head since he knew he wouldn’t have any work for a while. He found it easier and more comfortable not worrying about having to brush or style if for video conferences calls. Once Scott saw Chris being as carefree about his hair he followed along behind his brother. He missed quite a few spots and asked me to help him but I didn’t want that responsibility so he asked Chris.

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Chris joined in on a few more charities to raise money.

ASP finally launched and Chris was so nervous.

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Dodger had been scheduled to get a hair cut but then the quarantine changed those plans. Chris thought he could do it himself. He was wrong.

May 14, 2020 Chris had an interview with Jimmy Fallon and showed the picture of the haircut he attempted on poor Dodger. I had been recruited after he cut it too short and finished the job but that part was left out for obvious reasons. He also just said he was in quarantine with Scott, leaving out the whole girlfriend part.

The guys played a game with Jimmy and I made sure to stay clear of hearing anything. I knew there was a big chance of me giggling at them because they were so cute together when they did things like this.

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[capsteddybear]

Our Playlist: Let’s Stay Together - Al Green

Song lyrics: "Let's, let's stay together, Lovin' you whether, whether, Times are good or bad, happy or sad."

You wake up to Chris making weird noises in the bathroom. It's still dark and you turn to look at the clock and it's 4 o'clock in the morning. You groan and pull the blanket up to cover your face. Chris opens the door and exits the bathroom leaving the light on, but cracking the door open. You see his silhouette and he's walking like a zombie. He throws himself back onto the bed. You wrap your arm around his abs and you feel how warm he is. You rub his abs and ask "Chris, you feeling okay?"

He groans and throws his arms above his head and squeezes the pillow around his head. He coughs and clears his throat, his nose sounds stuffy too. "No, I don't think so."

You rub your eyes and get out of bed to go to the bathroom and grab the thermometer. You come back and sit on Chris' side of the bed. Chris sits up on his elbows while you check his temperature. You cup the side of his face and he moans at your touch. The thermometer beeps and it shows 102°. "Yeah, you got a fever." Chris throws himself back on the bed and coughs and moans. "Let me give you some medicine." You get up and head back to the bathroom and look in the medicine cabinet. You grab the bottle and pour some into the cup and walk back to Chris' side of the bed. Chris is laying on his side with his arm hanging off of the side of the bed. His hair is flopped forward and is covering his face you kneel down and brush it back. "Baby you gotta sit up and take this then you can sleep."

He groans and rolls onto his back before sitting up. You hand him the cup and as soon as the medicine touches his lips he makes a disgusted face, "It's nasty."

You put your head down and let out a little laugh, "come on, please drink it. It'll make you feel better."

He groans and quickly drinks it and hands you back the cup. "Thank you." He coughs and lays back down on the bed. You take the cup back to the bathroom before joining Chris back in bed. He tosses and turns for a bit before finally falling asleep.

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The next morning you wake up to your alarm beeping. You hear Chris moan and cough and pull the blanket over his head.

You whisper, "sorry." You quickly turn it off. Chris coughs again. You try to get up from the bed, but Chris reaches out for you.

He clears his throat before speaking. "Where are you going?"

You brush your hair back, "I gotta get ready for work, sweetie."

He moans and gives you a sad puppy stare, "but I'm dying."

You shake your head and laugh, "you are not dying. You just have a fever."

Chris throws his head back on the pillow and closes his eyes, "it feels like I'm dying."

You squeeze his hand, "I'll make you breakfast before I leave okay?"

He opens his eyes and smiles, "thank you."

You get up from the bed and make a quick breakfast for Chris before getting dressed for work. When you come out of the master bathroom to give Chris more medicine you don't see him in bed. You walk down the hallway and see him lying on the couch staring at the ceiling. "Why aren't you in bed?"

He moans and rolls over on the couch, "it's hot in there."

You pout and walk over to him and kneel down in front of him and brush his hair back that's blocking his face, "here drink this."

He moans and tries to roll away from you, but you stop him, "hey, come on, please don't do that. If you drink this I'll come home for lunch later." A tired smile appears on his face before he drinks the medicine. You take the cup from him and kiss his forehead, "thank you."

"I love you, y/n."

"I love you too. Breakfast is on the counter for whenever you're hungry. Take it easy and get some rest. I'll come back later to check up on you."

You head to work for a bit and come back home to check on Chris during your lunch break. As soon as you walk through the door you see Chris walking around barefoot and no shirt on hugging your blue comforter. "Oh my god, Chris. Why don't you have clothes on?"

He stops in the middle of the living room and brushes his hair back. He sighs, "(y/n), I missed you. I'm hot then I'm cold then hot again. I hate being sick."

You give him a sad look and walk up to him and hug him. "I know, I know, but you need to put some clothes on because you have a fever. I'll grab you a shirt and a pair of socks. I'll be right back." You give him a kiss on the cheek and he moans as soon as he feels your soft lips. You smile up at him before heading to the bedroom to grab his clothes. You come back to the living room and Chris is slouched on the couch. You tilt your head and give him a small smile and hand him his shirt and socks.

"Thank you." Chris puts them on and wraps himself up in your comforter and inhales. He groans and lets out a cough, "I know it smells like you, but I can't tell because my nose is stuffy." He lets out a fake cry.

You let out a laugh and cuddle up next to him on the couch. "Aww, I'm sorry." You lean in and give him a few quick kisses.

You feel him smile against your lips, "Hey, you'll get sick if you keep doing that."

"I don't care, you're too cute not to kiss. Plus you're my favorite coodie."

Chris lets out a soft laugh and cuddles closer to you. "I love you, (y/n)."

"I love you, Chris." As you caress his face. "I'm gonna make lunch, are you hungry?"

"Not really, I barely ate my breakfast. You go eat." He gives you a soft smile.

You kiss him on the cheek before heading to the kitchen. You make lunch for yourself and head back to the living room. You see Chris curled up on the couch with Dodger on his lap. "I've only been gone for 5 minutes and I've been replaced?"

Chris smiles and hugs Dodger, "He just jumped onto my lap. I'm not gonna deny his love."

You gasp, "wow, I see how it is." You take a seat on the couch.

Chris lets out a laugh and rests his head on your shoulder, "well hurry and finish your lunch so you can be my cuddle buddy."

You kiss him on the forehead before eating your lunch. You guys watch whatever random TV show Chris is watching as you enjoy your lunch.

"Okay, I gotta go back to work now."

Chris cuddles closer to you and gives you sad puppy eyes, "do you have to?"

You sigh, "yes, unfortunately my lunch break is over. It'll just be a couple of hours and I'll be back." You smile as you brush back his hair and plant a light kiss on his forehead. "You gotta take more medicine before I leave though."

Chris groans and covers his face with the comforter. You hear a muffled 'no' from him. You laugh and head to the bathroom to grab his medicine. When you come back Chris is laying out on the couch cuddling with the comforter.

"Hey you can sleep after you take this." You hand the medicine to Chris as he sits up and he makes a face before drinking it. "Thank you." He lays back down on the couch and snuggles up with your comforter.

He moans, "I love you, (y/n)."

"I love you too."

"Hurry back home."

You give him a kiss on the cheek, "Take a nap, okay?"

"Mmm, okay."

You turn down the TV before heading out the door back to work.

The second half of work few by quick. You were glad because you wanted to hurry back home to take care of Chris. When you pull into the driveway you see Chris standing outside wrapped up in your comforter.

You get out of your truck and walk up to Chris. "What are you doing outside? It's so cold out and you're sick with a fever."

"Dodger needed to go outside."

"And the backyard?"

He puts his head down, "I couldn't sleep and I miss you and I wanted you to come back home."

You wrap your arms around him and give him a small smile, "Hey I'm home now, can we please go inside? Its freezing." He nods his head and leads the way back inside. You call Dodger inside and he runs to the living room and sits on the couch. Chris follows you into the kitchen, "Are you hungry? Want soup for dinner?"

He leans against the kitchen counter still wrapped up in your comforter, "yes please."

You smile and plant a light kiss on his cheek, "okay." You prepare dinner as Chris keeps you company. After you guys finish eating dinner you both head to the living room to watch some TV. "Are you feeling any better?"

Chris brushes his hair back and sighs, "A little."

"A nice warm shower will help you feel better and relax."

Chris raises an eyebrow, "you gonna join me?"

You caress his face, "not this time, baby. I want you to get better first." He groans and rests his head on the armrest of the couch. "How about I give you a massage after your shower?"

You see a smile appear on his face. "okay." He gets up from the couch and walks down the hallway to the master bathroom. When he gets out of the shower he's wearing only his pajama pants and socks.

"You feel better?"

"Yes, I can breathe better now."

"Come here and lay down."

Chris crawls into bed and lays on his stomach and hugs the pillow that he's resting his head on. As soon as you start massaging his back he moans, "Shit, that feels really good."

"Shh, relax." You plant light kisses down his back.

"Mmmm, I am." You continue giving Chris a massage before he starts to fall asleep. Every once in awhile you hear small moans from him. You grab a small jar of vapor rub and rub some on his back. He hisses as soon as it touches him, "it's cold."

You whisper, "Shit, sorry." The next scoop you rub it in your hands to warm it up before spreading it on his back. "Better?"

He moans out a soft, "yes." You lean over him and plant a kiss on his cheek. After you're done with his massage you give him an old t shirt of his to put on so the vapor rub doesn't stain the bed sheets. You give him more medicine before he cuddles you. He whispers in your ear, "Thank you for taking care of me, (y/n). I love you."

You reach back and caress his face, "I love you too, Chris."

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The next morning you wake up and Chris isn't in bed. You make your way down the hallway and you sleep something cooking. As soon as you get to the kitchen you see Chris cooking breakfast.

You rub your eyes, "What are you doing up? You should be resting."

Chris turns around with a huge smile on his face, "Good morning. My fever broke so I'm cooking breakfast for my favorite nurse." He gives you a wink and turns back to continue cooking.

You walk up to him and touch his forehead, "Oh it did. I'm so relieved."

Chris turns to you and smiles, "So am I." You give him a kiss on the cheek. He laughs and pulls you back in, "after breakfast you owe me a shower."

You raise your eyebrow and bite your lip, "well then let's hurry up and eat."

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[princessmisery666-library]

Infatuation & Isolation

Summary: A series of drabbles of Chris meeting his neighbour and the relationship that develops between them.

Warnings: fluff, meet-cute, Dodger being a good wingman, pandemic, slow burn.

W/C: 3.5k (over 7 drabbles)

Characters: Chris Evans, Dodger Evans, OFC.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sienna.

READ IT NOW: Tumblr // AO3

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[taylorgrace-writes]

Going Under

Pairings: Chris x reader

Warnings: mentions of cancer, medical references, death

Word Count: 639

Genera: Angst, Whump, Deathfic

Part: 6

Authors Note: Did I cry while writing this last part? Yes, I most certainly did.

The day you died was the worst day of Chris’s life. The day had started just like any other that week. Chris had woken up uncomfortable in the chair near your bed. He had looked over to your still sedated form. You looked so peaceful, so calm. As he watched your chest rise and fall an alarm soon started to go off, along with a few others. Chris watched as your breathing became more erratic before yelling out for the nurses. The room once again was filled with nurses and doctors before Chris heard a noise he had been dreading to hear ever since he came here with you. The unmistakable noise of the heart rate monitor producing a constant ear piercing sound. The sound of death. Before Chris had any time to react doctors were shouting out orders as a nurse ushered him from the room, closing the door behind her. Chris was locked out, no way to reach you, nothing he could do. 20 minutes passed by before all the doctors and nurses came out of the room, your primary doctor coming over to Chris. 

“I have good news and bad news.” The doctor said as he approached Chris. “The good news is she’s alive.”

“Oh thank God.” Chris breathed out, bringing his hands to his face as he cried in relife.

“The bad news is she probably won’t make it through the night. The sedative we had her on was causing her heart to slowly rupture. Luckily we were able to prevent that from happening right away but it's very close to bursting. Because of this we no longer want to sedate her but are all nervous about her reactions to you. She seemed to be okay around a few of us, myself included but we’re not sure how she’s going to react around you. She is asking for you though.” The doctor told Chris. Chris nodded his head, before letting out a quiet thank you. He slowly walked back into your room. His eyes met yours as a faint smile graced your lips.

“Chris.” you breathed out. Chris had to hold back a sob at his name falling from your lips. You no longer looked like you, you no longer smelt like you, you no longer felt like you, and now you no longer sounded like you but Chris knew it was still you. 

“Y/N.” He whimpered out coming over to your bedside. You tried to speak out once again but it ended in a coughing fit. “Shhh, don’t talk. Don’t worry. I’m right here.” 

“Love you.” Your raspy voice came out, filling the air. 

“I Love you too baby. So much.” Chris told you. “Want me to read to you?” he asked as you shook your head yes. “Okay.” Chris whispered out, grabbing his book before returning to your side. As he reads, your eyes softly fall shut. Soon Chris is drifting off as well. When he awakes again it's to your doctor shaking him awake. 

“She’s gone.” The doctor tells him. A heartbreaking sob falls from Chris’s lips as he holds your body to his. 

“No, Y/N, please come back to me. Please baby. Please come back to me. I can’t do this without you. Please don’t leave me.” He desperately begs as he holds onto your limp body. 

“We’ll let you be.” The doctor informs Chris as he and the nurse leave the room. Chris gently smooths back your loose hair from your face before giving you one final kiss on the forehead. He raises up on shaky legs, walking to the door only to look back at your still form.

“I love you Y/N, goodbye my love.” And with that he walks out, closing the door behind him on not only your body but on his life with you as well.

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[liecastillo]

The Game // Lloyd Hansen

Lloyd Hansen x female reader

Summary: You didn't behave according to Lloyd's expectations and he has to punish you.

Warnings: bondage (nothing hardcore), sex toys, slight knife play, hints at overstimulation and squirting, nicknames, use of sir (like once)

Wordcount: 1.3k

!!beware of all the mistakes, English is not my native language!!

A/N: Was this on my WIP list? No. Was this my top priority for the last two days? Absolutely yes.

Enjoy!

Lloyd's hand firmly gripped my forearm as he dragged me inside his bedroom and threw me on his bed. With a shriek, I bounced on the mattress and giggled.

“Oh, you think this is funny, baby girl?” he growled. 

“Yes.” I kept on giggling like crazy while I brushed my hair off my face. Angrily he pointed his index finger at me.  

“You embarrassed me in front of very significant people, there is nothing funny about that.” 

Perhaps he was right. But I was still having a lot of fun. 

I knew this evening was important to Lloyd and yet… Yet I couldn’t keep myself down. 

I was horny for hours while he was ignoring me because of them, so I decided to have at least a little bit of fun and dance for a second.

But apparently, it was more than Lloyd would ever allow me to. The dancefloor was crowded, everyone’s body was rubbing on someone else's body and everyone was touching everyone. Including me and the man closest to me. A very hot man, may I say. Though, not as hot as Lloyd right now.

No. He was pissed because I was touching someone else in front of his own eyes. And when he’s pissed, he’s very hot. 

He growls like a feral animal and becomes very dangerous to everyone, including me. And I knew that and still decided to start a fire.

Because I wanted to have fun.

And fun I’m going to get.

He reached into his pocket and took out a knife. His moustache moved as he snarled while he kept on watching me very closely.

“What do you think it looked like when my own girl started flirting with some cheap ass douchebag, huh? Do you think you can play with me like that?”

His stormy blue eyes narrowed when he raised his hand and with the knife in his hand tore my dress apart right in the middle. 

I was left totally bare like the day I was born since I opted not to wear any underwear underneath my dress. My breasts were finally released from their tight prison. They nicely splayed on my chest as I laid there and waited for what would happen next.

Blue eyes roamed my body and tried to survey the situation in front of them. The very horny body with full swaying breasts and wide hips was in front of him on a golden platter.

“If you think that… Then you are very wrong, baby,” he spat out. “Because no one plays with me like that.” An evil grin appeared on his face as his hungry eyes gave me another once-over. 

“But if you do want to be a playful kitten, perhaps I could offer you a game of sorts.”

Oh yes, please. Whatever it is, I want it. Now. 

I was very much desperate at this point. His strong body was hovering above me and his cold eyes were staring straight into my soul. His stare was so intense, that it sent shivers down my spine.

“I think you’re going to like it. A lot.” He lifted one corner of his mouth. “It’s a game exactly to your taste.”

He looked around the room before he ordered: “Move up!”

I moved up on the bed and laid my head on the soft pillows covered in silk sheets. They were cold against my burning skin but I welcomed the stimulation as I was finally able to feel at least something.  

While I did that, he went to one of the drawers and opened it. He took out a couple of ropes and a vibrator with a big head.

Oh yes, please, just give it to me.

He quickly went back to me and with his skilful hands tied my arms and legs to the bed. Whilst my wrists were tied together, both my legs were tied to the bed separately so they were nicely spread in front of him.  

Yes, this really is a game to my taste. 

Out of pure curiosity, I tugged with both my arms and legs but was met with resistance against the rope. As always, he tied it tight with precise knots and gave me no chance to escape his torture. 

Not that I wanted to.

I looked up at his face with a satisfied smile on my lips but I quickly changed my expression.  

“Please, sir, give it to me. I want it. So so bad. Please,” I pleaded without hesitation. I knew he would ask me to do so in a matter of time so why not get it over with as soon as possible so we can get quicker to the more interesting part? 

“Now you want it and aks for it,” he smiled slyly. “But in a second you are going to say the opposite. You’ll beg me to stop, to give your poor pussy some rest…” There was a fire in his eyes whilst he was telling me this. A fire that burned only for me and won’t be put down until he is satisfied. 

“But you asked for this and you’re not going to get any rest nor mercy. Maybe you should think first before you say or do something you shouldn’t, you stupid little girl.” 

Without giving me a chance to somehow react to his vice words, he pressed the vibrator against my clit. I moaned loudly at the sensation. I was already tremendously slick from the fact I was tied to this bed and waiting for whatever he might do in the next couple of seconds, so it was easy for him to move the vibrator around my clitoris and my folds without any resistance. 

I knew this toy very well, he used it on me frequently and because of that I also knew that this was the lowest setting out of eight. Which was odd, because he usually liked to start with a solid three so we can get everything going. But this time… This time it was different. 

My hips bucked up from the bed and my legs started to slightly shake. I closed my eyes to fully enjoy the sensation of the upcoming orgasm while my breathing quickened up. 

Despite it being the lowest setting, I came fast and hard. My lips were widely opened as I came and screamed. 

Finally, I got what I wanted, although Lloyd’s dick would’ve been ten times better and cuming on his dick? That would’ve been a hundred times better. But I’ll take whatever I can get if it equals pleasure. 

I smiled widely and breathed out when the pleasure subsided. My chest was quickly rising and falling as I was trying to recollect my thoughts. 

“Oh, do you think this is it?” he asked. His face appeared in front of me as he hover above me. He had a deeply neutral face going on at the moment that I could not read very well. His eyes were frosty cold and his lips were pulled into a tight line. 

“Do you think I’m done? Sweetheart, this was just the beginning,” he said. With a curious face, he looked at the huge vibrator he was still holding in his hand and wondered: “How many settings does this thing have again? Eight?”

He looked me dead in the eyes and smiled. But not in a happy way. No, no. In a very evil way. 

“Baby, I think there is a long and gruelling night ahead of you,” he says and playfully presses the vibrator against my hard nipples. I tip my head back and moan.

“Because I want you to cum again and again until you soak this bed to the brim and you squirt all over my face.”

And with that, he once again pressed the vibrating toy on my clit. Only this time it was on the second setting.

A/N: I am very nervous to post this since this is not the usual stuff I write, but I still hope you enjoyed it and you'll leave me some feedback!

Tag list: @keanureevesisbae

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[cutedisneygrl]

Love Online

Chapter 13

Warnings: some language. The rest is just Chris being sweet. If I missed something I'm sorry. But I think that's it.

   "Babe?" Chris asks looking down at Merida.

            "Mmm."

            "You awake?"

            "Sorta." She smiles.

            "Its 7:00 pm are you hungry?"

            "Wow, how did it get so late so fast? Yes I am."

            "Why I don't I make dinner?"

            "You cook?"

            "Sure. I can cook."

            "What will you make?"

            "I don't know. I will see what I can find."

Merida laughs. "Okay. I can help you."

            "I got it. You just relax."

            "Well I do need to use the restroom. I'll be back."

Merida left the living room and headed to the bathroom.

Merida's POV

           "I still can't get over how wonderful Chris is. How in the world did I get so lucky? Me, just a girl who is a daycare teacher. I'm not famous. I don't deserve him. Chris keeps telling me to stop doubting myself and being so negative, but I can't help it. This is all to me. I am trying to trust him. I love him , I love him so much it hurts at times."

I think to myself. Just then my phone goes off. I see a text from Tiffany.

Tiffany-Hey girl! Have you been on Instagram lately?

Merida-Not for a while. Why? What's up?

Tiffany-Well don't. It's bad. Your all over it and the comments are not good!

Merida-What's going on? What happened?

Tiffany-Can I call you?

Merida-Yes

Just then my phone rings.

            "Hey girl! What's up? What's going on?"

            "Your all over Instagram. Lots of girls are not happy. There are a few trying to defend you, but most are just being mean. I think you need to stay off for a while."

            "What are they saying?"

            "It's bad. I don't even want to tell you."

            "Tiffany, tell me please."

            "I really don't think I should."

            "Tiff, please tell me. What did they say?"

            "They are saying your slut, your only after his money. You're not good for him. That you're only a fling. That he's playing you. They are still saying your ugly, oh and you are only using him."

"Oh my gosh! That's horrible! Why are they saying that?"

            "I don't know, but I'm telling you, don't look. I would advice you to stay off for a while and don't even look alright?"

            "Tiff..."

Before I could answer I heard a knock on the door.

            "Babe, you okay?"

            "Yeah, I'll be out in a minute."

            "Okay, its ready."                                                                                             

"I'll be right there."

I heard Chris walk away. "Tiff I need to go. I'll talk to you later."

            "Alright. Love you."

            "Love you too. Bye."

I end the call and head into in the kitchen. I find Chris fixing our plates.

End of Merida's POV

           "There you are. Are you okay? I was getting worried."

            "Yeah I'm okay. Tiffany called me."

            She sat down at the Island. Chris set the plate in front of her and grabbed his plate and down next to her.

            "Wow, this is looks great."

            "Thanks. I hope it is. I've never made it before. I looked up a recipe online."

He had fixed grilled Salmon with green beans and some toast.

            "I'm sure it is." Merida says taking a bite.

"Wow, it's amazing!"

            "Glad you like it."

They continue to eat in silence and then Merida helps Chris clean up. They have just finished washing the dishes and Merida starts to head towards the couch when Chris grabs Merida's hand.

            "Hey."

            "What?"

He wraps his arms around her. "Are you okay?"

            "Yeah why?"

            "You were awful quiet at dinner and your not acting like yourself. What's wrong?"

            "Nothing's wrong."

            "Babe, come on don't lie to me. You know I can tell when your lying to me."

            Merida sighs.

            "It's what Tiffany told me."

            "What did she tell you?"

            "She told me to stay off Instragm because girls are being really cruel. She said they were calling me a slut, ugly, that I am only after your money, that I am only a fling. That I am only using you, and saying your playing me."

            "What!"

            "She said there a girls trying to defend us but there are so many negative comments. Why don't they like me Chris? What I have done?"

"Babe, you've done nothing wrong. I hate to say it, but it's part of being in the spotlight. No one will ever be good for me in their eyes. They all want what we have. They want me, but most of them want me for the wrong reasons. It's just something we have to live with, I'm sorry. I know this is hard for you."

            "It's getting harder, harder than I thought. Chris I love you, I do. I love you so much it hurts, but.."

            "Babe, listen to me. I 'm here for you always. In order for us to work we have to trust each other and we have to work together."

            "I do trust you Chris, it's just..."

            Chris holds her face in his hands. "It's okay babe. I know this isn't easy. But I love you and I want us to work. I will do whatever it takes. I will take care of this. Alright?"

            "What will you do?"

            "I will talk to my manager. It will be okay don't worry."

Merida lays her head on his chest. "I trust you."

            Chris kisses her head. "Do you have any games?"

            "Games?"

            "Yeah like board games. For something different."

            "Yeah. I think I have Disney monopoly."

            "Ooo, let's play it."

            "Okay I'll go get it."

Merida heads to her room and to her closet and reaches up on the top self to get the game, but she can't quite reach it.

            "Man. Chris!" She hollars.

Chris comes running into the room. "Babe, what's wrong?"

           "I can't reach it. Can you get it?"

He walks into her closet and reaches up on the self and grabs the game.

            "Thanks. It stinks being short."

Chris smiles. They head back the kitchen and sit at the dinning room table and play the game. Just then Merida's phone goes off. She looks down at it.

            "What!"

            "Babe what is it?"

            "I'll be right back Chris."

            "Mer, what's wrong?"

Merida doesn't answer him she grabs her phone and heads to her bedroom, closes the door and calls Tiffany.

            "Hey girl."

            "Tiffany, what is going on? What do you mean I need to watch my back?"

            "I just saw a really bad comment and..."

            "About what? From who? A fan girl?"

            "No not a fangirl."

            "From who?"

Just then there was a knock on the door.

"Babe, you okay? What's going on?"

            "Merida, can I talk to Chris?"

            "Why? What's going on?"

            "Let me just talk to him."

            "Why? Let put you on speaker."

            "No, hand the phone to him."

            "Why? Can't you just tell me?"

            "No, let me talk to Chris."

            "Fine!"

Merida opens the door and hands her phone to Chris. "Tiffany wants to talk to you."

            Chris takes the phone.

Chris's POV

           "Hey Tiff. What's up?"

            "Have you seen any of the comments on Instagram?"

            "No. Merida told me you told her about some. She said you told her to stay off it."

            "Yes she definitely needs to, but there is something you need to know about. I didn't want to tell Merida and scare her."

            "What is it?"

            "Is Merida close by?"

            "Hold on a sec."

Chris looks at Merida then leaves and heads outside to the backyard. "Okay I'm alone. What's up?"

            "Merida told you about her ex right?"

            "Yeah."

            "Well he's threating her. He's saying he's going to find her and come after her."

            "What! Does he know where she lives?"

            "I don't know. I just told her to watch her back."'

            "They have been broken up for at least 5 years right?"

            "Yes, but he has never forgotten her. She doesn't follow him, she has him blocked but I see his posts and he has been after her ever since they broke up and now since he knows she is with someone, especially you, he's jealous and plans to come after her."

            "What did he say?"

            "Hang on I'll send you the comment and his post."

Chris receives the text. He clicks on the text.

Comment

            BradleySimons84#-She got a tattoo for him! She never would get with me! She said she hated needles! Why him? What does he have I don't? She is only after his money! It will never last! She will come running back to me when he breaks her heart! I will be waiting with open arms. What we shared was something special she just didn't know it! She's my love and always will be! Merida, I will be yours again very soon!

Post

BradleySimons84-I recently found out that my one true love is dating one of the hottest most eligible bachelor's in the world. The actor known as Chris Evans! I thought I was dreaming when I heard, but then I saw the pictures. She is going to regret breaking up with me! I am going to get her back! I am going to find a way! She doesn't deserve him! He's not right for her, for one, he's a little old for her and he will never love her the way I do! I am going to find her and make her mine!

Chris goes back to the call. "Wow, I...I don't really know what to say to that. Do you think he would hurt her?"

            "I don't know. I wanted you to know, but please don't tell Merida. She will freak out, she was a mess after they broke up and it took her over a year to get over him and she was scared for a while so afraid he was going to find her."

            "I won't say a word. I will protect her don't worry. I will not let anything happen to her."

            "I know you won't. That's why I told you."

            "I will make sure she doesn't see that comment."

            "Yes please do. Maybe find a way to block it so she cant see it."

            "I will. Thanks for telling me Tiff."

            "Your welcome."

            "Do you want to talk to Merida again?"

            "No, it's okay. I will talk to her later."

            "Alright, bye."

            Chris hung up and went back inside and found Merida at the Island. She looked up when he walked in.

End of Chris's POV

             "Chris? What did she say? Everything okay?"

            "Yeah, it's okay. Lets get back to our game."

            "Chris?"

            "Yeah."

            "Are you sure everything is okay?" Merida asked with a worried look.

Chris walks towards her and turns her around and places his hands on her face.

            "Everything is fine babe."

            "Alright."

They go back to their game and Chris ends up winning then they play scrabble and at one point Chris spells out a word and when Merida sees what is it is she looks up at him in surprise.

MOVE IN WITH ME

           "What! Chris you can't be serious."

            "I'm dead serious."

            "But Chris we just started dating and...you..."

            "Mer, babe, I love you and want to be with you. I know I wont want to leave Monday. I would love to come home and know your there."

            "Chris, I have my job here. I love my job! I can't just leave it."

Chris reaches and pulls her chair close to his. "I know it's a big step. I know it would be a big change and maybe hard, but I know we would make it work. A least think about it?"

            Merida nods her head. "I will think about it."

            "Thanks babe, that's all I ask."

            "Chris?"

            "Yeah babe?"

            "I know my dad would kill me. He always raised me to never move in with a guy unless I was married."

            "If that is all that is stopping you, you can leave your dad to me."

            "No, that's not the only reason."

            "What is the other reason?"

            "I'm scared. It's a big step and as I said I love my job."

            "You don't need to be scared babe. It will be okay. Yes it is a big step, but if we love each other I know we can make it work and you can find another job there."

            "Would it be LA or Boston?"

            "Boston." He said with his Boston accent.

Merida smiled.

            "What?"

            "That's the first time I've ever heard your Boston accent come out. I love it."

            Chris smiles. "So will you?"

            "I told you I want to think about it."

            "Alright."

They play until Chris wins.

            "It's late, we should probably get some sleep." Chris says.

            "I'm not sleepy. Can we play cards?"

            "What do you want to play?"

            "BS?"

Chris laughs. "You really want to play that with me?"

            "Yes."

            "Alright."

            "I'll got get the cards."

Merida leaves the room. She leaves her phone on the table. While she is gone Chris quickly opens up her Instagram and clicks on the posts and sees all the comments.

Chris's POV

         "Tiffany was right, there are a lot of bad comments. And there is the one I need to take care of."

Chris quickly blocks the comment from Merida so she won't see it. She will never know what he did. He had just set the phone down when she walked back in.

End of Chris's POV

            "Here they are."

            "Your sure you want to play this? You know I can read you and will know if your lying."

            "I'm good at this game."

            "If you say so. You go first." He says flipping the first card which was a queen of hearts.

            "Queen of spades."

            "BS!"

            "What! Are you serious? Your calling my bluff already?"

            "I am. Pick it up!"

            "You really want to do that? You sure?"

            "I'm sure. Pick it up!"

            "I think you better look first."

            "Babe, I don't have to look I know your bluffing."

            "How?"

            "I just know. I'm right aren't I?"

            Merida huffs and picks up the card and turns it over. It was a 3 of hearts.

            "See! I told you! I told you, you didn't want to play this game with me." He laughs.

            "It's okay. I will get you."

            "We will see about that."

They play for another hour and Chris ends up winning.

            "I use to be good at this game," Merida frowns.

            "You must have been playing people who couldn't read you that well." Chris smiled.

            Merida just glared at him.

            "Babe, hey. Come here." He says pulling her into his lap so she is straddling him.

            "It's okay. I'm just good at reading people, I always have been. I'm sorry. I love you."

            "I love you too. What time is it I wonder?"

            "I'm sure late."

Merida taps her phone and it lights up. "Wow it's 12:00 am!"

            "I knew it was late. We need to get some sleep."

            "I'm not..." Merida started to say and yawned.

            "Uh huh. Come on lets go." He says starting to get up but she stops him.

            "Chris?"

            "Yeah?" he says looking into her eyes.

            "Why me?"

            "What?"

            "Why me?"

"Why you what?"

            "Why do you want me? Why do you love me?"

            "Mer, babe. Why are you asking me this? Are you okay?"

            "Answer me Chris, please I want to know."                                                                         

            Chris sighs. "Because your amazing, your beautiful inside and out. Your smile is something I love to see everyday. You make me happy, happier than I have ever been. You love me for me, and not because of who I am."

            Merida smiles. "Thanks."

            "For what? Babe, are you okay? Your not still worried are you?"

            "Maybe a little. I'm sorry Chris, this is just hard for me. I've never had anyone treat this way before. I've never been in love like this before. I..."

            Chris takes her face in his hands. "I love you babe, so much. You are amazing. You have nothing to worry about. I promise I will not let anything happen to you and I promise I will take care of the media and the comments alright?"

            Merida nods her head as a tear trickles down her cheek.

            "Babe, why are you crying?" He says reaching up and wipes the tear away with his thumb.

            "Because you make me happy."

            Chris leans forward and kisses her on lips. It's a deep kiss and he holds on for a few seconds. Merida reaches up and wraps her arms around her neck, rubbing her hands through the hair on the back of his neck. He wraps his arms around her to hold on to her so won't fall. Finally, they pull apart a little breathless.

            "Wow!" Chris says.

            "Yeah wow. Not even sure those are the right words."

            "Babe, keeping my hands off of you is going to be so hard."

            "Then don't."

            "What?"

            "You heard me, don't."

            "But I thought you...you wanted to wait that you weren't ready."

            "I'm not ready for it, but..."

            "But?"

            "Maybe, some other stuff." She smiles.

Chris smiles. "We can talk about that tomorrow. I don't want to rush it and its late. We both need some sleep alright?"

            "Okay." Merida gets ready to get up, but Chris grabs her and picks her up.

            "Chris? What are you doing?"

He picks her up and carries her to her bedroom and sets her down at her doorway.

            "I love you babe, sweet dreams," he says leaning in and kissing her.

            "I love you too. Goodnight Chris." Chris starts to turn then turns back towards her.

            "Oh, don't forget, stay off Instagram."

            "But I wanted..."

            "Please babe, at least until I can talk to my manger tomorrow."

            "I wanted to post a pic I took of Dixie." She frowns putting her bottom lip out.

            "Babe don't give me that look."

            "Please Chris?" She says still putting her bottom lip out.

            Chris walks back towards her and putts his arms around her and sighs.

            "I hate it when you give me that look. I can't say no to you. Fine. But only to post a pic. Don't look at anything else! Don't read anything! Do you promise?"

            Merida nods her head. "I promise."

            "Alright babe. I'll see you in the morning. Love you. Sweet dreams."

            "Goodnight, love you too."

He kisses her lips lightly then walks towards his room. Merida gets ready for bed and then climbs in and gets on Instagram and posts a pic.

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Merida's POV

"I know I promised Chris I would only post a picture, but it can't hurt to just look a little. Could it?"

Merida then noticed she had a pm. She clicked on it.

Fangirl # 4 Girl you need to stay away from Chris! He is not right for you! You do not fit into his world. He deserves better than you! You only with him because he's a celebrity! End it now! He's going to break your heart and when he does I will just laugh!

"What!" Merida cries. She then sees the comments.

Fangirl # 4 Girl what is wrong with you? He's using you! He's not right for you. He deserves better! Your only with him for his money! Your such a slut!

Fangirl # 1 @Fangirl #4 yes I agree 100% she is with him for the wrong reasons. He's going to end up hurting her. Your only a fling to him! He's using you! You are so not right for him!

Fangirl # 7 @Fangirl #1 @Fangirl #4 I agree with both of you! He's so out of her league, she is just a fling to him, it wont' last! That tattoo, will be one he will regret and he will only get it removed! He will hurt her! Why does she think he loves her? He doesn't love her, he's playing her! It will all be over soon!

Fangirl #2  You girls need to stop! Merida does not deserve all this hate from you. She seems like a sweet girl and I think Chris does genially love her and it will last! What is wrong with you! How can you talk about them this way?

Fangirl #4 @Fangirl # 2 Go to hell! You don't know what your talking about! Chris is famous and deserves someone more in his world! She is not right for him and I can say whatever I want bitch it's a free world!

"Oh my gosh! What! No! no!" Merida cries out loud.

End of Merid's POV

Chris hears Merida scream. He climbs out of bed and rushes to her room. He knocks on the door.

"Babe, you, okay?"

She sniffles. "Chris?"

"Yeah, can I come in?"

She sniffles again. "Yeah."

Chris opens the door and walks toward the bed and sits down and sees she is crying.

"Babe, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"I got a pm from one of the girls and... the..."

"What! Show me what did it say?"

She opens up the message. "And Chris I...I...read some of the comments."

"Merida, babe! You promised you wouldn't!"

"I know, I'm sorry!" she cries. "I couldn't help it. I..."

"Hand me your phone."

"Why?"

"I want to see that message."

Merida hands him the phone and he reads the message. He can tell she didn't respond to it.

"Have you reported it?"

"No."

"Do it and then block her and delete the message. And stay off of Instagram! If you don't, I will take your phone and delete it!"

"You wouldn't!"

"Try me!"

Merida then cries. "Why are you yelling at me?" She sniffles and continues to cry. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I..."

            "Babe, hey, I'm sorry. It's okay. Shhh." Chris says taking her in his arms and holding her. She lays her head on his chest.

            "I'm sorry I yelled. I just want to you stay off alright. At least until I can take care of it and things calm down."

Merida looks up at Chris. "But Chris will they ever stop?"

            "Not completely no, but they will die down. It will just take time. I plan to talk to my manager and he will take of it."

            "Okay. I'm sorry Chris. I won't get back on I promise."

            "Okay babe. I love you."

            "I love you too."

            "Get some sleep.  I'll see you in the morning."

            "Okay, I'll try."

Chris kisses her lightly on the lips then gets up and heads back to his room.

Chris's POV

I lie on the bed and think about Merida. "I love her so much. I know it was crazy for me to ask her to move in with me. Especially since we just got together, but I want to protect her. I want to know she is looked after and is okay. I don't trust this Bradley guy and I'm afraid of what he will try and do. I will be leaving Monday and I am now not wanting to leave and let her out of my sight!"

I send a message to my manager.

Chris-I need to talk to you ASP. Please call me as soon as you can.

I set my phone on the table beside the bed and lie back down and close my eyes. I try to go to sleep but I can't sleep. My mind is going 90 miles an hour. I know I won't be able to sleep. I look at my phone it is 1:00 am. "Uh...it's going to be a long night!" I decided to look at Insgram. I see all the comments and then I see one girl let another girl who was tring to defend us have it!          "This is just crazy! Wow. Merida doesn't deserve this!" I lay there a while scrolling through all the comments. Finally I can't take anymore and put back on the table beside me and lay down and close my eyes but I can't sleep. Then I hear my phone go off. I pick it up off the table.

            "Hey, Brad. Thanks for calling."

            "Chris it is 1:30 am in the freaking morning! What's going on?"

            "I'm sorry, but I need your help. The comments on Instgram are getting bad."

            "Chris, you knew this was going to happen! You're the one who decided to go public with her."

            "I know, but its really bad. She got a pm from a girl who threated her and then her ex is threating her too. I'm scared for her. Is there anything you can do? I will be leaving here Monday and I'm scared to leave her alone. I don't know what her ex will do."

            "Mmm, well I could have some security watch her."

            "Yes do it! But I don't want her to know she is being followed and watched. She doesn't know about her ex her best friend told me about it and told me she doesn't want Merida to know."

            "Chris, I think that's a bad idea not to tell her, but I understand. I will let them know they have to keep a low profile. I need pictures and details of this guy."

            "I will find a picture and send it to you."

            "Okay. I will have it set up by the time you leave on Monday and head back to LA."

            "Okay thanks a lot."

            "Your welcome. Now get some sleep!"

            "I will try."

I hang up and place the phone back on the table and roll over and close my eyes.

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Springtime Seduction

A lazy Spring morning seems to be just that. Until your boyfriend makes a surprise visit...

WARNINGS: NSFW. Oral sex. Unprotected sex. Language. Mild, mild language of a possessive nature.

CHRIS EVANS X  FEMALE READER

The fresh wind of the Springtime air shook out the darkness of night from the crisp curtains hanging in your bedroom window. You’d left the glass opened last night; the stench of a rainy drizzle always poisoned you with welcomed restful sleep. There was a bird chirping her melodious repetitions, alerting all the world that the warm sun had once more risen. Your eyes twitch with the notion to wake, and your toes curls under the smooth sheet, itching to touch the floor and dart to the coffee machine in the kitchen. But, you had no urgency to climb from the pillows and start your unplanned day yet, so, ‘no hurry’, you smiled to yourself.

You rolled to your back, neck craning to the comfiest curve of your pillow, and inhaled the dew of the grass just before you let yourself doze back into slumber. A chilly, gentle gust burst through the window, so you pulled the plush duvet up a smidge higher on your shoulders, and settled into the crook of your mattress for only another hours rest.

Just as the lids of your eyes began to relax into a lazy sleep, the front door suddenly latched. For the flicker of a second, your senses stood on defensive alert, before you remember certainly you’d locked it before retreating to your bedroom last night. Which only meant one thing…

The stairs ever so noticeably creaked, and you half-grinned as you envisioned him tip-toeing up each one, careful to remain undetected. He had your routine down to a science, and to be fair, you normally wouldn’t be up and stirring for at least another hour, especially on a leisure Saturday.

You turned toward the doorway, contemplating the idea of shutting your eyes and pretending so not to ruin his little surprise, but the every make up of your anatomy longed for a sight of him.

You heard him rustling closer and closer, and when his footsteps quieted on the rug just near to door, a giddy tingle rolled up your spine.

“You always just come barging into peoples houses before 9 a.m., Evans?” You croaked just above a whisper, the usual tenor of your voice not yet awake.

Chris froze as if to be caught in the act, his gentle eyes rounding in fright.

He carried a tray of coffee orders in one hand, another bag tucked under his arm, and the fullness of a bright bouquet of pink tulips in the other. The powder blue of his wrinkled t-shirt ignited the tones of his irises, and your feminine bits trembled at the always appreciated backwards turn of his Red Sox hat.

“Only when I have cold brew.”

You swooned. “God. You perfect, perfect man. The entire population hates me for taking you as my own, I just know it.”

He dropped his head to the floor, that God-forsaken beautiful blush tinting his cheekbones just above where the line of his beard stops. The man is tangible, walking, living, breathing sex, and can’t take a compliment if his life depended on it. You see him smile, the lush flutter of his lashes falling closed.

“But, you better bring me those pastries I smell in that bag before I change my mind about you.”

Chris kicked off his shoes, laying the lush bouquet on the nightstand beside the bed before managing to stuff his black sunglasses into the pocket of his light jacket and padding towards you. You raise the covers, offering him a warm spot to slump in next to you. You paw eagerly at the contents of the warm paper bag stuffed with sugary goodness, but he yanks it swiftly out of your grips.

“I think I may deserve a kiss, or two first.” He states, tilting his head matter-of-factly.

You scooched yourself into his side, pushing the ballcap from his head, lacing your fingers around the back of his neck. Your breath could probably wilt the gorgeous flowers he’d brought to you, but he didn’t seem to mind as he pushed the frizzy strands of hair from your cheeks.

“You may have earned it.” You lilt, moving your lips to his.

He smells divine as the space between the two of you closes. Orange soap with a musky side, and the leftover hint of the flower shop down the street where he made a pit stop. There was coffee grinds and wintergreen lingering on his mouth as a dance of two tongues fell underway.

After the length span of a good-morning kiss, he pinched the exposed cheek of your tail end, barely covered in the innocent shape of your boring pink panties. You hadn’t been expecting him, and your apparel selection from last night gave it away.

“Mmm, it’s still warm. Bova’s or Mike’s?” You asked, greedily awaiting your treat like a dog who’d just obeyed her owners command.

“Close your eyes.” Chris cheekily whispered biting his lip, his hand disappearing into the bag.

You sat up on your hunches beside him, the tight span of your tank top no doubt displaying your bare nipples.

You heard a crinkling of paper, then silence. The hairs on your neck stood on end, as if alerting you of his closeness. His heavy hand softly found your face, cradling your jaw, and before long there was the sensation of a feathery warmth tracing your lips, leaving a trail of creamy goodness in its wake.

No question, the sweet concoction was definitely a Bova’s cannoli.

“Cut it out, or you’ll lose a finger.”

You hummed, you tongue chasing his circle around your mouth, eager to steal a bite. Chris laughed at you for much longer than you felt necessary before giving in and allowing a hearty taste.

“I forget how hungry my girl is in the mornings.”

 With stuffed bellies, and a barely noticeable fog hazing the light outside, the pair of you had fallen lethargic and drowsy despite the caffeine swimming inside your veins. Chris had discarded his shirt after losing the contents of his cannoli down the front, and you’d keyed up the record player on your way back to bed from the bathroom.

“Not a care in the world,” you happily moaned tucked into the easy embrace of his grasp, your nose buried in the curve of his neck to cuddle him like a purring kitten.

Chris twirled a loose tendril of your hair around his index finger, and you could almost hear the murmurs of his love for you in the rhythm of his heart beating inside his chest.

“You’re my only care in the world.”

He rolled you suddenly to your back, hitching your legs up snuggly around his trim waist. When he pushed his pelvis toward the heat of your center, the solid, hard greeting of his arousal was unmistakable.

And huge.

As you suctioned yourself to him, insatiable for the friction of his bulge, Chris tented the sheet over both your heads, chuckling into your neck, and nipping with his smiley mouth. Cocooned in the cover of a freshly washed sheet, the light only barely dimmed, your wandering eyes found his.

Love is a feeling. An emotion of the heart. But, in that moment, entranced in his gazes, you thought you could actually feel in on your skin where his hands blindly traced your curves. Seizing his lips, you closed your eyes, categorizing every sense of the moment.

The heat in his fingertips. The hint of a decadent pastry on his tongue. The smell of your own scent in your soaking panties as his bare chest deliciously chaffed your nipples through the thin cotton tee.

Driven to insanity with unsafe heights of desire, he dismissed your wet kiss only to do the same with your clothes. Along with his own. The temperature of the changing season outside was brisk on your bare body, but only for a moment before his hotness encased you. Chris smashed his suckling, enflamed lips to the peak of your breasts, a languid howl crawling from your throat at the sensation of his nibbling teeth. When he worked his laps and licks upward to your collarbone, the line of your throat, the lobes of your ear, his pulsing length inched closer, and closer to your wetness. Anticipation likely to smother you.

“I… I feel like I’m dreaming right now.” You admitted. Short, gravelly breaths escaping from your lungs. You tried to remain composed, yet you were completely consumed with a delirious haze of ecstasy at the hands of your dearest love.

Bodies sliding in a matched, sweaty cadence, he rolled his hips into you, and momentarily his presence disappeared.

Until, it returned.

As if time had lapsed into slow motion, his lengthy, painfully seductive licks invaded your entrance. His welcomed assaults nearly had you on the verge of tears.

“I’d starve myself if it meant I could eat you every minute, of every day. You’re fucking mine, Y/N. Do you hear me? Mine.” His mouth buzzed over your tight clit. Chris burrowed his face wholly into your slickness, nuzzling to douse himself with the flavor only you could offer up, and you heard him inhale deeply. You tugged at his hair, punishing and praising the sinful mouth that plundered you. Long swipes of his tongue journey up, then downward. Scandalously toying with the puckered entrance of your ass. He glanced up over a hooded stare, the devil himself reflecting in his eyes when he felt you stiffen a bit.

“Relax, angel. Not now. But soon…”  

With a shamefully minuscule flick of his finger, you were soaring the crest of orgasmic explosion like never before. Your mind settled on the conclusion that this man was a true form of magic. Arching into him for one last tingle of your release, the moans of his name dripped from your lips like thick, hot honey. He tuned your body to be the exact music his ears desired.

“Fill me, Chris. Fucking now.” Taken aback by the pitiful whine of your unfamiliar voice, the man bit his way up your body to meet your mouth and share the taste.

The wind gusted through the window, making you now hyperaware of the saturated sheets beneath two mounds of flesh melting together. You couldn’t recall every being so soaked, and your body shudders.

“Open up for me, baby. I wanna watch my cock sink into you.” He massages the bone of your hips, the gentle pinch of fingers near breaking skin.

Your brain was officially reduced to dust.

With a watchful eye, just as he’d said, Chris turned his attention to the meeting of flesh. Your muscles grew taught for a fast second adjusting to the stretch of his size, before your bones liquified in lavish satisfaction at such fullness.

His pupils were blown as he quivered with tormented longing, pushing himself in and out of the gripping lips of your cunt, seeking the perfect duet of bursting thrusts, and unhurried slides. Chris knew how to render you putty in his marvelous hands, squealing and rutting like a lewd animal. With one leg mounted over his shoulder, the other broad and leading him to the road of release, sweat from his brow rained onto your breasts. If you squeezed your eyes closed tight enough, you’d swear it sizzled upon your electric flesh.

Nails gripping into the flesh of his pecs, a familiar twinge of numbness raced down your thighs just as he drove into you with a steady rhythm. There’s sweat pooling in the circle of your belly button, your upper lip stained also with the salty flavor as you concentrate on capturing every fiber of pleasure from him. Your nipples harden tightly when you lock eyes, and he winks down like a wicked slice of sex.

“My pretty girl. Takes it so well, doesn’t she? And so fucking beautiful while doing it.”

“Please. Yes, Chris. I’m about to come. Fuck, I’m going to explode.”

Taking your pleasant plea as an invitation, he licks the pad of his thumb and places it to your most tender spot, and drives his thrusts home like a man on a mission.

He growls moments later, the veins of his neck threatening to break the skin of his neck, and a strained blush falls over his chest. Warm cream empties into your belly just as your toes curl in orgasm. There will likely be bruises come tomorrow to remind you of his fevered clutches, and you revel in the thought of him marking you so crudely.

“Fuck, I love Springtime.” He croons, falling lifelessly to your side with a soft kiss.

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